CAN"T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING." Simon boomed in his voice that verged on baritone, sounding somewhat comical coming from his scrawny self. He still wasn't used to controlling his new sound.
"Dude, hand me that deodorant again" Mark said, coming up to Simon and pushing him down on the bench, pinning Simon's arms behind his head and exposing his manly pits for all to see again. "The hair looks good on you, bro, but I think we could have swiped you better."
Mark plunged the Old Spice into the wiry, thick clump of hair in Simon's left armpit as Simon struggled. He rolled it around in the concave depression of his pit, which had been so smooth just an hour ago. It was conspicuously masculine with all of Simon's new sweaty hair in them.
Simon could see his pit react before his eyes as the hair thickened up just a little more and spread outwards a bit further. He could feel Mark's huge, soft schlong pressed up against his thigh as he watched and wanted to puke. Some of the pit hair lengthened just a tad. He could feel himself sweat and blush with shame and Mark quickly gave his other pit the same treatment.
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"Yeah hairy man, you like that? Nice brown hairy pits. That shit is solid jock hair. Just wanted to make sure we got you as hairy as you're gonna get in those so that when you shower up, you've got something serious to put soap in".
"MARK I DON"T WANT TO BE A HAIRY MOTHER-"
"Get over it, see the way it foofs out really well even with your arms at your sides," Mark said. "You'll be able to see all the drops of sweat collect in it. Perfect for when you'll be wearing wife-beaters or if you paint your chest. While we're on where football jocks should have hair... "
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