I’d love to a muscular, brainless, subby himbo.
As the temperature rises, the seasons change, and so does your wardrobe. You swap out your winter and fall sweaters for lighter fabrics and airy clothing. But any good outfit needs a signature scent, and your summer cologne collection is severely lacking. You look online for a few scents that may be your style, but nothing really catches your eye.
Your search leads you to a live stream of a handsome and muscular man selling colognes. His tiny blue gym shorts and the stinger tank top that does little to cover his strapping pecs, grab your attention. The more you watch, the more you realize there really isn't much going on. The man on your screen clearly isn't that bright; he's just poorly reading off a cue card. The real selling point is the man himself, the light that makes his tanned skin glisten, a screen to read off that keeps him focused on his simple task, and his powerful bicep flexing as he lifts his arm to show off the blue cologne bottle.
“Okay, so, um… this cologne is exactly what you've been looking for. It's gonna be that thing that really takes you to the next level and uhh… what does that say?”
“Elevate,” a deep voice off-screen replies.
“Yeah, uhh, elevate your vibe, ya know. Every dude needs this; it's sexy in a bottle… um, I wear it every day, and uhh, it goes with everything, bro, you don't even have to think about it, and the effect is super strong and long-lasting. So yeah, trust me, bruh, you wanna smell like this.”
The stream does its job of influencing you, and you buy the bottle off their website. After a short few days' wait, it arrives in the mail, a simple blue and white box with the words “Maco Musk” in gold foil folds open to reveal the blue bottle from the livestream.
You spray the cologne on your wrists and neck, leaving you with a warm, wet feeling. You smell the cologne immediately, you don't think it's your style at first, but as the scent mixes with your own pheromones, your disposition changes. At its base, it's a heavy musky smell like testosterone and sweat that's almost overwhelming, but it soon settles into something sweeter. You can tell exactly what the smell is. Maybe cotton candy, but it's mostly just like mindless fun, nothing you need to think too hard about.
That warm, wet feeling moves from where you sprayed it to encompass your whole body, the same way that the accompanying smell fills your mind. You feel a sudden desire to flex your muscles. And each time you do, they seem to grow and swell in response. Every tightening of your sculpted muscles only makes them more perfect. And at the end of the day, that's all that really matters. That's all you can focus on. Your mind feels so clouded, but you don't seem to mind; it's almost like you've always felt like this, and the cologne did just as it was advertised and awakened your inner you.
You like this new you. You never felt dumber, but at the same time, never felt better. You bet this is how the man from the live felt in a room surrounded by this amazing, sweet, and musky smell all day. Like the world's most perfect himbo with an IQ six feet under and a libido through the roof. Little groans escape your body; the only thoughts of your own your fried brain can cook up are the occasional “uhh” and “bro.” Nothing's left in your little himbo head but simple fuzzy thoughts and an unyielding desire to do what someone asks of you. You don't have to think hard or make your own decisions, just look pretty, flex when you're told, and keep getting dumber.
I studied creative writing but don’t have a lot of experience writing any kind of erotica. This was fun though, I’d like to do more short stories or caption though.
