Hyper Pheromones

I have to say that nothing pleases me more than seeing a person lose his mind. Literally lose it. Or at the very least its primary functionality. What is a mind really for... Let's see. There's money management. Very important. If you don't manage your money, you might not be able to afford that new elephant sized dildo everyone's been talking about. I hear they can run about $200+. There's also eating. Yes, you need your mind to eat. Can't just sit there and will the food into your stomach. Nutrition is important. I can't always be there to fuck your face. What else? Oh yes! Forming healthy bonds with friends and co-workers to ultimately develop a stable standing in modern society. Very important. I always did love a harem.

But really, all that IQ is overrated! You don't really need any of it. Just give yourself to someone who'll take care of you. Someone who will love you and do a number of interesting things to your body in exchange for your undying loyalty. I'm not talking about giving up your soul... unless your into that sort of kinkiness. Heh heh.

A new and upcoming fetish in the realm of hypnotism and mind control is something called Hyper Pheromones. It's also sometimes called Extreme Pheromones and probably a number of other things. Like I said: It's a bit new. I used to refer to cuntboys as reverse shemales at one time. Who knew the popular term would be so excessively dirty. I fucking hate vulgarity.

To explain this new fetish you have to understand the very basic concept of pheromones. Pheromones in the abstract is a chemical ejected by a living person which is intended to attract another individual in a sexual manner. (Usually the opposite sex but who really cares honestly.) I can't really call the sniffer of this pheromone a victim, and believe me, I love calling people victims. The subject, shall we say, will inhale these pheromones and react to it with a rather broad range that might consists of a long period of proper romantic courting to a rather unexpected interlude of fucking madly. Either way, the whole concept rather bores me. Sex is sex is sex is sex.

Enter the new fetish known as Hyper Pheromone. This will usually be produced from some sort of freak of nature. Possibly genetically modified. It is not normal in the least. Something we can just sort of imagine. The possessor of the hyper pheromone can produce it in a similar fashion as the regular type, but I rather like it coming forth in a more deliberate and concentrated fashion. For example, it can be "puffed" through the creature's lips. A big pink cloud right in the victims face. Or we could modify a skunk to have it come from her very stately tail. Once again, by act of will.

The result of inhaling this hyper pheromone is that you will experience no less than 3 hours of fap in precisely one full second. You will quite literally undergo an excruciatingly long and massive sexual experience in the blink of an eye. A moment after you breath in the puff, you will have an earth shattering orgasm that is entirely unavoidable. It will be a large and messy one too. If you're lucky, the shock to your system will not kill you, and the fetish is rather tailored to those with rock solid constitutions. There is no point to any of it if the heart stops beating.

I know it must seem rather unexciting for the orgasm to happen so quickly, but there is quite a lot more. You see... The puffs do not stop coming. All the oxygen is quickly being displaced around you. You may try and hold your breath, but the sudden orgasm has you gasping uncontrollably. In another moment, you breathe in another shot of the pheromones and... ORGASM! Yes, and it is just as intense and messy as the first. My goodness, but it does seem as if your balls are refilling quickly! How do they do that?! It defies proper biology! We could stop and try to figure out the science of it, but you are too busy gasping more of those puffs in to really consider anything. And yes... you just keep blowing your load all over the place.

4... Puff! 5... Puff! 6... Puff! Puff! Puff! 20...

37... Puff! 68... Puff! 91...

I'm gonna need new carpet. The floor is covered in your goo. Got plenty of it on me as well, but I don't mind. The point is that you don't really think anymore. All the time you were breathing me in and blowing your load, your IQ was steadily dropping by ten digits at a time. Not sure where it is now. Probably somewhere near 20. You don't even remember your own name. All you can think about is sex... sex... sex. I am the only person you ever see in your deteriorating brain.

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There's no reason to think anymore. There's no reason to worry anymore. Just lay there and smile. Keep blowing your load all over the place. I'll take care of you. I'll always be there for you. Just exist and think about all the pleasure...

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