Luke was having a lazy Sunday. He’d gotten snacks, cracked a beer, and had just flipped the TV to catch the start of the soccer game he was planning on watching for the next few hours when his doorbell rang. He sighed, getting up off the couch and heading to the door.
As he opened the door, he saw his downstairs neighbor Bill standing there, scratching his stomach, casually waving with the other. “Hey bud, you mind if I come over and watch the game? My TV just went out.”
Luke sighed, having hoped to just zone out and enjoy himself for the afternoon. It wasn’t that Bill was a bad dude by any means - his neighbor was probably ten years older than he was, and a bit loud, and a bit more of a slob. Not that Luke had a whole lot of room to talk on that front. “Aw that sucks bud, sure you can come in and grab a seat.” Luke said and let Bill walk by him into his living room.
“Thanks bud, beer in the fridge?” Bill said, slapping Luke on the shoulder as he passed. Luke nodded, but was hit just after with a wave of musk as Bill wedged by, scratching his ass as he moved into the other room. It was a mix of stale armpit, sweat, and plain old man musk. It was so powerful, it made Luke’s head swim a little bit, having to take a moment to try to get a breath of fresh air, feeling the strangest mix of lightheaded ness and giddiness from the brief whiff. He made his way to his favorite spot in the middle of the couch as he heard Bill rooting around in his fridge, the lingering smell of his passage still hanging in the room. Each breath, Luke felt himself strangely relax, feeling like he was sinking down into the couch, barely able to focus on the opening of the game on the television.
Bill came back into the room, stopping between Luke and the television, his ass obscuring Luke’s field of view. “Wait, where’s the game? Football’s on channel eight!” He turned around, looking for the remote, only to see Luke on the couch, almost enthralled with the larger man’s presence. He smirked as he watched Luke’s breaths catch, more of Bill’s scent falling off of him. Each breath he took, Luke sunk a little further in his seat, his frame diminishing little by little. “Oh damn little bud, I didn’t know you swung that way. My smell has a certain effect on guys who are into other guys - makes them shrink. I’d say I’m sorry, but you look like you’re starting to enjoy it.” Bill said, noticing the hard lump in Luke’s shorts even as he grew smaller and smaller on the couch, looking like an action figure on the cushion. “That’s the other thing my smell does to guys like you, makes them want to smell it more. Don’t worry, to repay you for letting me watch the game, I’ll give you all you could want.”
With that, Bill turned back toward the TV, remote in hand. All Luke could see was the man’s massive shorts-clad ass descend towards him, and in seconds he was buried underneath it, pressed deep into the cushion of his own couch, surrounded by ass fat and Bill’s pure unfiltered scent. Bill laughed as he flipped the channels over to the football game, and leaned back, cracking his beer open. Before long, the little lump between his cheeks began to squirm, and he knew it was from sheer dumb bliss. He worked his own hand into his shorts, fondling himself as he thought about all the fun he was going to have with his newfound plaything once the game was over. After a few hours under him, breathing in his musk, the little man would be a mindless slave, only wanting more.
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