Just a few days after I quit using deodorant and reached my weight goal, I started sweating enough to soak my pits. It felt so liberating to have that salty liquid sliding around in my armpits. It still took some effort to work up a good sweat, but I dreamed of a time when just breathing would make every pore on my chubby body pour out sweat. I kept sneaking sniffs of my damp underarms; the smell was mild...for now. I knew I could make it even worse by skipping baths and eating more funky foods. People around me gave me looks for my unpleasant smell, but most just figured it was a little post-workout musk. They had no idea the things I had planned...
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How 2 Slob
幻想Ever'one been wonderin' how I done gone an' did it, turnin' myself into the human example of a pig stench and all fer years now so I reckoned I oughta do what I love an' treat myself to this here biography tellin' you how it happend, every step of t...
