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Yes your mind will refocus away from intellectual pursuits and onto being a submissive fucktoy. But...

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Your health will be perfect and you will barely age

Mix it with fresh tracksuit fabric and Lynx Africa layered on top and it turns into somethin louder but flatter. The spray don’t hide it. Just announces it sooner.

There’s a sharp note at first. Pits always hit quick. Then it settles into somethin thicker and duller, more base-heavy. Feet smell’s earthier. Less sharp, more persistent.

Pits first. Deep, hairy, warm, always movin. Sweat builds fast there, soaks into the hair, sits close to the skin. That’s where the strongest note comes from.

Feet second. Big surface area, thick soles, enclosed most of the day. Socks get damp, trainers heat up, smell builds steady and low.

And yeah, I smell. Not like, "forgot deodorant." Not like "needs a shower. "

When you're this size, this hairy, runnin this hot, it runs deeper than that.

Restin heart rate’s higher than average ‘cause this frame needs more fuel. Body runs hot.

Pits sweat early. Back follows. Feet last longest but soak deepest. By midday, socks are damp, tracksuit’s clingy round the shoulders.

That ain’t illness. That’s thermodynamics.

Big mass equals big heat loss

UK size 17 feet. Extra wide. Always in clean white trainers.

Body hair dark and thick. Coarse.

All down my arms from shoulder to wrist. Chest and torso covered and connected. Round my shoulders and down my back. Down my legs right to the ankles.

Extra thick in my pits, crotch and ass.

Nah.

I wake up every day heavy, wide, hairy, steamin, and I think: yeah, this is calm.

You lot look at me like I’m a problem. I look at me like I’m the upgrade.

6'8" tall. 430 lbs.

31 inches shoulder to shoulder. Wider than doorframes.

you mean the MILFMAKER 107 and the Boymom Stretcher XL?

I love bullying 999 lbs guys for being puny. They get so mad it's kinda cute

His face changes to a stern look. He wants what he wants. Knowing that, my body obeys automatically, without him needing to say a word. I just look down, realise I'm spurting, and start to moan deeply.

I am the culmination of what he's been working towards for years. He has reprogrammed and reconstituted me at every level. I feel totally complete being owned by him. So my pleading look is also full of love.

A beast does not speak unless spoken to, especially in public, so I look down at Sir with pleading eyes.

He is smirking, knowing that with a single word, he can make me flood this entire place. Humiliating even at a hyper-friendly kink event.

My character:

Skills:
3 STRENGTH
6 MASS
1 FLEX
4 DUMB
5 MUSK
3 MILK
2 BRUTE

Class: FREAK

Aspects:
+2 HUNG
+2 HAIRY
-1 SUB