Sweaty Himbro

Omar had always loved powerlifting, enjoying getting huge with his friends at the gym. They never struck him as the brightest, but he didn't care. Whenever he was workout out with them he felt he could turn off his mind for a while, just a couple of himbro's palling around focused on getting bigger. He didn't know if they were built differently or what, but they always seemed to be able to go for longer and harder at the gym. Eventually he noticed they all used the same pre-workout.

He asked one of his workout buddies about it who responded with an empty gaze. It took a moment for his eyes lit up, realizing what Omar was referring to.

"Yeah we all use it," He replied, pausing for a moment. "You wanna try some?" He said, the thought having just occured to him.
"That would be awesome" Omar mentioned, beginning to use it at the start of all of his workouts.

He felt a difference almost immediately. He had a lot more energy when starting his sessions, able to go longer and harder on each exercise. He ended up in the gym for almost double the amount of time he did before. His shirt would be drenched when he finished, sopping wet with sweat after it being on for so long. He wouldn't even notice it until he got back to his car, forced to take it off to prevent it from ruining his seats.

As soon as was in the drivers seat he would sit for a little bit, trying to recover. Eventually he started to smell something weird in his car, something earthy and salt which was oddly enticing. He had almost no clue what it was, unaware how his musk had filled the entire closed space. It took a few moments for him to realize it was himself, confirming it when he raised his arm and breathed in.

The fumes went straight into his head, his mind shooting instantly into a dizzy high. He let out a small gasp as the universe disappeared, his thoughts swimming in a fog of his own sweat. He could barely open his eyes, the world suddenly dull as his brain short circuited, empying out, simple and dumb. He had trouble forming cohesive thoughts, finding it easier to take in the moment and his emotions. He stayed like this for a moment just breathing in his essence, feeling everything fade away. He just wanted to stay like this forever.

Omar couldn't stop himself from going to the gym. He spent almost all his time thinking about his workouts and the bliss of being clouded in his sweat. He felt his mind growing simpler and simpler each day he worked, driven by exhausting himself on his preworkout. He never had any second thoughts about it, not that he could anymore.

Omar had grown addicted to his own scent at this point, dedicating his afternoons to huffing his post-workout smell. He loved the high he got from it, clearing out his head leaving it emptier each time. He did it enough it had become entirely vacant, nothing but a dumb, aroused himbo who basked in the fumes of his own musk. He loved it, unable to form cohesive thoughts, preferring mind-numbing pleasure above anything else.