Banish Your "Man Boobs"

" In Just Three weeks I had Pecs and Not Embarassing 'Man Boobs.."


When i was younger (like twelve or so) i didnt even know i had man boobs . ( i guess you would call them boy boobs back then) it was only till i was in college, and hit the pool with my buds and the girls that I became concsious of the excessive fat around my chest. you know, the place where my pecs were supposed to be.

Although i wasnt ridiculed in front of my face, you knew that the other guys ( and girls) were making fun of you when you took of your shirt. The boobs didnt really bother me at first coz i figured id "grow" out of it. Two years later at a company party ( that again involved a pool) I took off my shirt forgetting about the "man boobs" I still had.

It was a hot day and i thought nothing about taking off my shirt. Also, i pretty much figured that The "man boob' was safely behind me -tucked in the purile confines of a haunted college pool party in my past.

at 32 years old, driving a beamer, upwardly mobile - my fair share of dates with attractive women ( im unmarried)I thought Everything was hunky-dory that day till an attractive ( and tipsy) officemate of mine said very casually " nick you'd be really hot if you went down to a b cup"

That tore it.

Although It was nice knowing that I "at least" had the potential to be "hot" really the man boobs thing i really had to shake off.So it was off to the gym. Bench presses ( by the way im 6,1 205 lbs , medium build, ive got good arms but man...my boobies..) push ups , pec deck, flys, eveything that could tighten up my chest. geez I even tried isometrics.

I struggled for three months. the score still read Man-boobs" 2- self-esteem-0 .

In an exasperated tone my trainer told me "nick, sometimes its genetics, even I cant lose that last few inches of flab on my back and im way ripped than you are" Maybe he was right - but he had pecs-not man boobs , and nice ones too. I wanted pecs not man boobs.

Three months later and they were still there. Two fleshy testimonials of my effeminate physique. They were mocking me. My nipples were getting puffy too.

I gave up. Almost. My last ditch effort landed me on the net to see if there were any breakthrough cures. I saw pills and muscle work outs and even surgery ( not for me). I began to think that my "condition" was special. Maybe there were not enough men with boobs out there to warrant research much less a product. Then I stumbled on a great book called "The Chest Coach written by man-boob sufferer himself cliff manchester. I read the book, ecstatic to find that this booby thing was "rampant" and that it could actually be "cured". I took the advice and just like he said - in three weeks I had pecs, not boobs. Three weeks. I struggled all my life to get rid of them and it took me only three weeks to fix them.

You realize then that no one was really investing the right and proper science to fix your boobies. It always happens that someone who has suffered the same situation is driven enough to find the "cure"

The man-boobs gone I proudly display ( whenever its appropriate) a glorious chest for all officemates to behold. I have yet to show my "AA cups" to tina (the girl I mentioned earlier)who transferred to our florida office. Ill be jetting there next
week to get some things done. I rented a convertible on the weekend of my stay, ill probably ask her to the beach. I plan to be bare-chested all the way to her place. :)

take a look at cliff manchester's book. lose the boobs.