Lee Yuna's POV — Inhaling the Scent
Today was the day she was finally working out again after a long time!
It was a crucial day if she wanted to lose weight.
Lately, Yuna had been deeply worried about the extra weight she had put on.
Four months ago, a male student from her department had confessed to her. Since then, she had spent her days going on dates with her boyfriend, constantly hanging out and eating delicious food, which ultimately led to her gaining weight.
Perhaps because of that, as the pounds piled on, Yuna's confidence plummeted every time she met up with her boyfriend. She was terrified that she would look ugly to the boy who had gathered the courage to confess his love to her.
Even though she loved her boyfriend, she was so ashamed of her current body that she had been avoiding him lately.
He constantly sent her messages asking to go on dates, but she kept making up various excuses to turn him down.
"If I work out hard, the weight will fall off in no time!"
That was the sole reason she was restarting her fitness routine today.
She changed into her workout clothes to head down to the apartment gym.
As she slipped on her underwear, her swollen, voluptuous buttocks stretched the regular briefs so much that they practically turned into a G-string.
The fabric was stretched so thin that it felt almost completely transparent, revealing the soft flesh beneath.
She searched for a bra to wear out, but she truly couldn't find a single one that fit her expanded bust anymore.
Giving up, she began looking for her workout pants.
The leggings that used to be loose and comfortable were now incredibly tight.
Although the leggings were highly elastic, her thighs and hips had grown so much that the fabric stretched to its absolute limit, looking as if it might burst at any second.
For her top, she put on a white T-shirt that was originally supposed to be a loose, oversized fit, but her swollen flesh filled it out so completely that the stark contours of her breasts were fully outlined.
While she fretted over her weight gain, to anyone else, her beautifully swollen, voluptuous body was nothing short of incredibly slutty.
Her provocative figure, which had been barely hidden even under thick house clothes, was now laid bare in all its obscene glory the moment she squeezed into the thin, tight workout gear.
Believing her body looked hideous, her already timid personality grew even more self-conscious and introverted.
To make matters worse, the recent hot weather made her sweat profusely, which had recently awakened a bizarre new kink: she had started getting aroused by sniffing her own scent.
This secret shame only drove her deeper into her shell, fueling her growing smell fetish.
As she walked to the apartment gym, every step she took caused her heavy breasts and plump hips to jiggle and bounce prominently.
Lately, whenever she stepped outside like this, she couldn't help but notice the heavy stares of those around her.
'Are they laughing at how fat I've gotten? No, I must be imagining things...'
Contrary to her self-deprecating thoughts, people were indeed stealing glances at her, and some were even staring quite openly.
They had no choice; her current appearance was devastatingly lewd. Without a bra, the hard outlines of her nipples poked sharply against her thin shirt, looking ready to burst through, and the tight leggings clung so desperately to her crotch that her plump mound and deep cameltoe were on full, dangerous display between her thighs.
Swallowing her shame, she endured the lingering gazes and hushed whispers, forcing herself to think positively as she finally arrived at the gym.
Focused entirely on her goal of losing weight, she began working on the leg curl machine—the holy grail of lower-body exercises for women.
Mid-workout, a man she had frequently seen around the gym in the past approached her.
He explained that he needed to use the same machine and politely asked if they could take turns between sets.
Since there would be rest periods anyway, sharing the equipment was only proper gym etiquette.
Although I felt a bit awkward working out alongside a strange man, I agreed.
As we took turns, the man finished his set and stood up. When it was my turn, I stepped up to the machine.
*Sniff...* *Wait... what is this musky smell...?*
But what was this? The sweat he had left behind on the seat hadn't been wiped off at all.
Even worse, the damp patch on the leather radiated a thick, intoxicating scent of raw male musk—a scent that targeted her newly awakened fetish with pinpoint accuracy.
*Inhale... exhale...* ♡
I definitely didn't mean to breathe it in on purpose, but the pungent, musky odor sent an inexplicable, erotic shiver down my spine.
When I leaned in just a fraction closer, I saw that his sweat had left a detailed imprint on the vinyl—vividly outlining the shape and size of his shaft, and even the... the wrinkles of his heavy sack.
*Inhaaaale...! Haaah...* ♡
It's not like I'm intentionally sniffing his cock musk or anything... ♡
Looking at the damp print, a wild urge surged within me to press my nose against it, drink in the scent, and touch myself. But I couldn't possibly do that here, especially right in front of him!
If I didn't want to be socially ruined forever, I had to control myself.
My mind was in utter chaos, completely overwhelmed by the sheer temptation and sudden arousal, when the man suddenly spoke to me.
'Ah... my heart is pounding so fast...'
Does he know I'm having such filthy thoughts? What if he notices?
The man stepped closer and said something.
"...and I'll be right back!"
Where was he going, and for how long? I was so lost in my obscene delusions that I hadn't caught a single word he said.
'...'
In that case... would it be okay if I sniffed his scent just a little bit while he's gone?
"...Okay," I managed to squeak out.
The man walked away. Once I confirmed he was far enough and wouldn't look back, I knew I could finally do it.
Just a quick sniff... Yes! No one is watching, so it's fine!
It was the powerful, concentrated musk of a dominant male. It wasn't just the smell of sweat; it was the raw, primal scent of his manhood.
If anyone found out that a girl like me—who had never even seen or experienced a real man's private parts—was sniffing this like a starved beast, my life would be over.
The humiliating, submissive fantasy made my womb throb and ache with a deep, pulsing heat. I wanted to masturbate so badly I could scream, but since I didn't know when he would return, I had to hold back.
What if her boyfriend—whom she kept avoiding with endless excuses—found out?
What if he knew she was standing here, inhaling the pungent musk of another man's cock, the raw stench of his balls, and his sweaty residue, all while drowning in filthy, depraved fantasies?
He would look at her with utter disgust, treat her like a dirty slut, and abandon her like trash.
'I'm so sorry... ♡!'
As she kept inhaling the scent, a sudden, sharp ache bloomed in her lower abdomen. The filthy, pungent odor grew overwhelmingly intense, and her womb began to quiver uncontrollably.
'Ah... I'm getting so wet... I shouldn't be getting wet... ♡'
Until just a moment ago, although she had acted on impulse, she had still maintained a shred of self-control, holding herself back at her personal limit.
But suddenly, past a certain threshold, her rational thoughts dissolved. Her mind grew simple, and her sexual urges ballooned out of control.
'If my clothes get completely soaked... that would be bad... ♡'
Having made that absurd justification, she decided she had to relieve her burning body before her underwear got completely ruined by her own juices.
'As long as I don't actually cum, it'll be fine... ♡'
It was a completely ridiculous excuse.
*Just a little touch won't hurt.* With that thought, I slipped my hand inside my tight leggings and began to stroke my swollen clitoris.
'I... I don't know anymore... I don't care...'
But... I just can't hold back...
Her burning, dripping slit had already completely paralyzed her reason.
"Haah... ♡ *Sniff...* ♡ Haaah..."
Worried that someone might hear her ragged breathing, she glanced around once more. Confirming the gym was empty, she finally slid her fingers deep inside her soaking wet folds and began to pump.
"Fuuu... haaa... ♡"
*Squelch... squelch...*
Ah... this cock musk... ♡ I love it... I want to sniff it all day long... ♡ I think I'm getting addicted.
"Ah, ah...! I shouldn't... ♡ Oh god... ♡!"
*Slick... squelch... squelch...* ♡
*Sniff...* ♡! *Inhaaaale! Mmmgh!* ♡
*Squirrrrt!*
Just from her fingers and the scent alone, she had slightly climaxed.
*Was I always this much of a pervert?* I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the pungent male musk, and let my depraved imagination run wild.
I want to be pinned down under a cock like this and sniff it forever... ♡ I want him to rub his hard meat all over my face... ♡ I love the smell of a thick, musky cock... ♡
*Lick...* ♡! *Slurp...* ♡! *Gulp! Ahh...* ♡!
*Ugh!* The cock musk... ♡! It's so disgustingly foul!
*Slick...* ♡! *Squelch...* ♡! *Slick... squelch...* ♡!
Even as she gagged from the overwhelming, filthy stench, she couldn't stop licking the sweat off the seat, frantically pumping her fingers inside her dripping slit, and inhaling the musk like a drug. Her depraved fantasies only grew wilder.
She began to imagine her face being used as a mere tool, letting her mind descend into absolute, unthinkable depravity.
'If he pressed his cock right against my face, I could smell it even better...'
'But... no one would ever get hard looking at a fat girl like me, right...?'
*Please, if someone is watching me right now...! No, please watch me...!* ♡
'Please use me like a tool... ♡!'
Drowning in her submissive, self-deprecating delusions, she desperately wished for someone to witness her shameful display.
All the while, she remained completely oblivious to the fact that someone was indeed watching her.