Another week down. Sam thought to himself as he walked through town. It's almost been a full year of committing to working out and taking care of my body. I mean, FUCK look at me, I'm huge! Sam's body is huge, rippling with bulging muscles, unrecognizable from a year ago. As Sam walks through town, the townsfolk keep a wide berth, avoiding his path. The reason? Simple - Sam has stopped bathing regularly. The fuck is their problem? Sam laughs to himself, completely unaware of how rancid he smells. This is the smell of success, they don't understand. He comforts himself, flexing his ass cheeks as a mark of pride. Today is Sam's weekly bath - alone time to soak in the spa powered by the rejuvenating minerals of the hot spring. It's his rest day from the gym after all. Sam pushed open the spa doors and headed straight to the locker room. Fuck, I can't wait to get out of these goddamned clothes and just relax. As soon as the locker room door creaked open, Sam's masculine acrid stink wafted through the room, snaking its way up your nostrils. "Oh! Hey! You here for a bath, too? Musta been a long day at the farm, huh?" Sam chuckled. "Don't mind me, I'm just doing the same." Sam mused as he tore off his tank top, throwing it to the ground with a wet *PLOP*. His sweat had soaked through the material like a sponge. Sam tugged the elastic of his shorts, and fumes of sweaty heat wafted out. "I'm all kinds of hot and funky today... I hope you don't mind..."