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The transformation to a young, handsome football player to a sleazy middle-aged slob was ensured as soon as he took a sip from that beer can. As his body became flabbier and hairier, he couldn’t help but start to feel hot and sweaty, taking off his uniform shirt to expose his doughy midsection covered in a thick, black pelt. As his mind became hazier, even removing his pants didn’t seem too weird to him, and shamelessly leaving himself only in his dirtier underwear. His clean-shaven face grew a nasty moustache and facial hair as the rest of his hair grew even greasier. A pungent, musky B.O. wafted from him, especially his hairy pits, further stinking up the locker room as he casually belched and farted. By now his mind was just totally gone, now seeing himself as always having been a slovenly burnout jock turned coach, and was content to sit back, drink booze, and stink as he watched the rest of the players compete.