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Brad groaned. It was far too early for him to wake up, but the morning sun was glaring right in his eyes. He turned over in an effort to shield his eyes, but he was already awake. Brad slowly sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Sitting up in bed, he felt something wet on his abs and chest. He looked down at his hairy chest and abs. The hard muscles, covered with hair, were full of sticky cum. "Uggh, another wet dream?", Brad muttered to himself in a very deep voice. "That's the 3rd one this week!", he said, new memories working their way into his brain.
In Brad's mind, nothing was out of place. Him being a hairy, muscular adult was normal for him, at least in his head.
Brad sat up fully in bed. He scratched his short, scruffy beard as he began to wake up. Brad had a week's worth of growth on his face, but at the rate he grew hair, he had a good start of a beard. "I should shave this, but a couple more days couldn't hurt", he thought to himself. In Brad's mind, he had been shaving regularly since he was 12, and he was sick of it. Scratching his thick growth, he caught a whiff of some strong, potent musk. Brad glanced down at his arm, noting how big and defined his biceps were, and took a sniff of his right armpit. Brad grimaced; In this new reality, Brad could remember always having very hairy pits, and a lot of BO. Brad sweat a lot during the day, so his shirts usually had some pit stains on them.
Glancing at his hairy chest covered in cum, and with his BO, Brad was wanting to take a shower. He looked at his sleeping brother, Alex, in the next bed. Brad got out of bed, quietly, trying not to wake his brother. His 6 foot 4 naked form sauntered to the bathroom, making heavy footfalls along the way. His huge, long cock slapping back and forth against his legs as we went . Brad shut the door and turned the shower on.
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Alex heard the bathroom door slam shut, and he opened with a start. He looked around the room and saw his kid brother, Brad, was nowhere to be seen. Alex noticed, however, that the room had a very strong and persistent BO smell. Alex quickly sniffed his own, lightly hairy pits to see. Nope, the smell wasnt from him. He heard the shower and assumed Brad was in it.
"Where is that smell coming from?", Alex wondered to himself, as he looked around the room. While looking for the smell, he heard the shower turn off.
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Brad's naked form was standing crouched under the shower head; he was too tall to stand up straight under it. He felt the warm water run over his muscuar, hairy body. Brad grabbed the soap and raised one of his arms. He soaped up the huge bushes of hair in his armpit. He scrubbed away all of his BO, and then washed the other pit. He ran the soap across his hairy chest and torso, washing away all of his cum. He soaped up his hairy crotch, feeling his massive length and large, potent balls. Brad quickly felt his member thicken a bit from all the attention. In Brad's mind, he had always had a huge, overactive member since he had hit puberty at a very young age. Being constantly horny and trying to cram your huge cock down one leg of your jeans was annoying, but he was used to it.
When Brad was done, he shut off the shower and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and began to dry off. He wrapped the towel around his waist, which displayed his bulge prominently and showcased all the dark hairs on his stomach and chest, made even darker from the water.
Brad unlocked the door and stepped into the room, wearing only a towel.
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"Hey bro, your finally up", comes a deep, unfamiliar voice. Alex jumps at the sound. He wheels around and his eyes bulge out of his head at what he sees. A half naked, 6 and a half foot stranger is standing in the doorway of their bathroom!
"What's wrong, Alex? You look like you have just seen a ghost or something!", Brad playfully joked, absentmindedly scratching his scruffy, short beard. Alex was speechless as he watched this man walk across the room to Brad's side, scratching his hairy chest as he walked. He sat on the edge of Brad's bed and dug around in Brad's bag. He pulled out a stick of old spice deodorant. He lifted up one of his arms, showing of his huge bush, and slathered it in the cheap deodorant. He covered his other armpit with the deodorant. He capped the stick up and put it on the night stand. "Sorry about the smell, little bro. I was sweating a lot last night", Brad said when he noticed Alex staring at his putting on his deodorant. Brad slipped on a tight white wifebeater on his thick, muscular frame. A thatch of chest hair poofed out of the top and the bushes under his arms were plainly visible.
Alex's mind is racing. What the hell is going on? Where was Brad?! Who is this strange man! His head began to feel light and dizzy from all the thinking. He had to sit down and think this through...