The hatch evidently wasn't done with you yet. As you let your new old jeans settle on your body, the hatch opened yet again. You swaggered over to the hatch, making sure not to trip over the excess fabric of your jeans pooled around your sweaty socks, and grabbed a ribbed tank. It was browned overall and had an obvious sweat stain right across the chest area. You grab it from the hatch and notice it feels damp to the touch with sweat. The hatch closes as you waste no time putting it on.
As you put the tank on, it being fairly big on your frame, you can smell the musky odor emanating from the tank as the sweat absorbs into your skin on your chest and back. Your dick is throbbing, and you grab at your crotch through your jeans. You take a good whiff of the air, and notice that the odor is even stronger now, and seems to be coming from you. You lift your arms to the air, and smell the wafting odor from your pits. As your cock starts to twitch, you lean into your right pit and take a big sniff. As you do, the hairs in both of your pits start to grow thick and bushy, trapping sweat and dirt in your pits. You turn your head and begin to sniff your left pit as the armpit hair bushes grow even thicker, with a stronger scent to match.
You moan, super horny from your new manly scent, as you start to grow to fill out the tank more. Your breath grows heavy as you fondle your junk through your dirty jeans, each rub of your big balls and each heavy breath results in your chest and back growing, filling out the tank. Your arms grow to a much larger as well, the power coursing through your upper body. Even your hands grow larger and manlier as you sit there fondling your big balls. The hefty work from growing has you breaking into a sweat, which is causing even more stink from your body. As you stand, hunched over and mesmerized, some ink begins to form on your sweaty body. A large tribal tattoo appears on your right bicep and shoulder, with separate thick patterns swirling around each other. An American flag appears over your right pectoral, and a shotgun on your back. The tattoos fade just a bit, showing that they're not recent, as you come into your boxers. This time, the orgasm isn't dry as you moan loudly for the empty room to hear as your big balls empty your load into your dirty boxers.