Plumber's Stench

Ever since your Dad joined a new plumbing company he was different. He seemed vacant, always distant and in a daze, starting to smell worse and worse after he stopped showering. The pungent fumes of his sweat now constantly filled the house, and you could even feel it start to affect you whenever you were near him.

For some reason one morning he asked you to join him at work. You didn't know why you said yes, too distracted by his smell to think clearly. You ended up in his truck arriving at a small building, heading into the garage. You walked in to find a huge man wearing a camo hat, a thick beard wrapping his face surrounded by other men that were just as rank as your father.

The man in the center nodded as you approached, sending the other men and your father off to their own assignments before turning to you. Your heart sank. The boss stank worse than the other men, your eyes beginning to water just from standing this close to him. He placed a hand on your shoulder, saying that you were going to be with him to learn the ropes, and began leading you to his truck.

You could only breathe through your mouth as you rode with him, ending up at the caller's house with an issue in the basement. You both were sent to the lower floor, left alone in a cramped space surrounded by cement. It was hot, sweat quickly drawn to your foreheads making his scent drip off him much more quickly.

You watched in horror as the boss began unbuttoning his shirt exposing his skin to the air, quickly flooding the room with his rancid smell. You couldn't tear your eyes from his body, seeing the thick curls spread across his skin that were soaked his stench.

"You look like you could use a whiff" He said, raising up his arm.

You didn't know what was happening. Your mind was empty, your body a vessel with nothing inside at that point. All you saw was his pit, your eyes glazing over as his scent flooded your senses, your nose was drawn into his thick bush and inhaling. The stench cascaded into your body, filling you up until you felt like a pool of his excess. You felt yourself falling, nothing but his scent surrounding you as your mind sank deeper and deeper, growing forever clouded by his fumes.

You were only able to follow his orders from that point. It was easy following his commands without a thought, grabbing the tools and supplies as he instructed, constantly pulled under his arm to refresh his scent. It took only a few times to lock it into you permanently, the only thing you would ever smell again.