That Smell\(MF) (1/1)

Sometimes the most unlikely circumstances arise from the most 
common events. I am an undergraduate student at a major university. 
I am what I would call stable and studious; although, what others 
might call nerdy. I got an idea, which led to an obsession and 
subsequent descent into madness. 

It all started when my sociology class was being covered by the new 
history professor. He was new to the college and taught the 
introductory history class. I had heard he was good and strove to 
inspire students, but my introductory classes were long over with. 
The part of the lecture that caught my interest was on the sense of 
smell in primitive cultures.

"The most primitive sense of man is that of smell. Pre-historic man 
relied highly on his nose. Nose to the ground, licking the trail to 
find out if an animal had passed by recently. In his society, man 
would sniff the female; exerting his dominance, while finding out 
if she were receptive. 

"Despite claims to the contrary, pheromones are present in modern 
man and the sense of smell is still as strong. We just don't rely on 
it as often. We also shower every day, cover up with perfumes and 
deodorants, and we would not think of invading someone else's space 
to sniff them," he finished with a wry grin.

Now this did not make me give up showering and start invading other 
people's personal space. It just gave me something to think about 
over the next couple of days. 

I had been pre-med a couple of years ago before switching over to 
graphic arts. One thing I had been very good at was chemistry and 
I have been continuing with the advanced courses. Basic chemistry 
is a prerequisite for both degrees and I would complete one, someday, 
if I wasn't too careful. 

I had some knowledge of pheromones already because we studied it on 
campus in the bee population here. Insect communication is mostly in 
the form of smell. Also, my roommate had told me of the horses on 
campus and how they can tell if a mare is nearby and how they would 
skitter if you approached with a hidden needle. Their nasal passages 
are about a foot long and can smell the drugs dripping from the 
syringe.

I did not gather horse sweat. I just did some research on how 
perfumes are made. They are mostly water with alcohol added to 
evaporate and carry the fragrance away. I figured on adding some 
more fatty oils to make it more persistent and help with stability, 
although that might not help the texture any. I also needed a 
refined pheromone for the fragrance.

For weeks afterwards, I worked on this extra-curricular activity. 
What I could not do or store at the lab, I took home and set up on 
the roof of my apartment. There I allowed the sun to ferment some of 
my creations. This also saved my roommate and me from some horrible 
smells.

When I am close to achieving something, I will work hard to see that 
it is completed. Perhaps this is what blinded me. At the time I was 
mixing fragrances as a cook would do: a little of this a little of 
that. I totally ignored scientific method. I look back at this with 
regret and this would lead me to desperate actions later.

In time I had what I wanted: a cologne with refined male pheromones. 
It was slightly musky, without being overpowering. Of course, I knew 
that it would not be the end all love potion. It would just give me 
more confidence and help out a bit after the introductions were 
made. If pre-historic woman was not receptive she may have bitten 
down hard on pre-historic man's ear.

I got some new clothes and a haircut that cost more then five 
dollars. I put some of my stuff on. This stuff needed a name. How 
about "Score?" No. I could just imagine explaining that name to some 
girl and seeing her eyes roll. I needed something a bit more subtle 
and decided on "Class." This gave the idea of it being classy and 
part of it was created in my classes.

I put some on my neck and wrists along the pulse points. My body 
heat should heat it and allow it to be dispersed. I now needed 
someone to test it out on. I was thinking of going to the club on 
campus, but decided just to go to the library and ask one of my 
friends.

At the library my friend Julie was there waiting. She is here for 
two years to get a nursing degree and had gotten a bad break with 
scheduling. With three hours between classes and living very far 
from campus, she would spend the time in the library.

"Hey Jules," I said.

"Well, hello. Long time, no see."

"Yeah. I've been busy lately." 

Well, obsessed really. I think Julie is attractive, but we haven't 
been anything but friends. You know how it is. You spend some time 
with someone and pretty soon you are drifting into friendship 
instead of sex. She loves me like a brother.

"I would like you to smell this new cologne I got," I said, not 
wasting any time.

She stood up and leaned over to smell my neck. I got a big surprise 
when she sniffed and then licked behind my ear.

"Ugh. What did you do that for?" I asked.

"That smells good," she said.

I was thinking then that if this could happen between two normally 
studious people, the normal course of human history may never be the 
same. Well, my history anyway.

I looked into her eyes and thought that I may have spotted lust. She 
laughed a bit and then composed herself. We sat down and talked for 
a bit, but I was thinking that this experiment should continue. I 
would go to the club that night and try a different subject.

Before I went out that night, I looked into the mirror. I looked 
different. A little bit was perhaps more confidence, but the clothes 
and haircut were different too. My face was also more tan from all 
the time working on the roof.

Since I would have to compete with the smell of smoke and beer I put 
more of my cologne on then before. I did not put too much on because 
then that would have the opposite effect. No one is attracted to 
overpowering smells; subtlety is the key. I dabbed a bit on my pubic 
mound just for a lark and headed out.

I do not often go to clubs. On rare occasions I will go out to get a 
beer, but I am somewhat socially inept. I also do not think that 
dark and noisy places are the best places to meet women. That said, 
I went to the club to pick up a woman.

Occasionally the club will have live bands or special events. 
Tonight it was just the jukebox in the corner. The colored spinning 
wheel near it reminded me of the old discos. I chose a prominent 
position at the bar an ordered a beer.

I admit that I chose to arrive late so there would be more women for 
whom the alcohol would begin to have some effect. I was also hoping 
that this would have an increased tendency for the primitive part of 
the brain to react to my cologne. These were not the most scientific 
of conditions, but anything to advance the cause of science is good 
in my book.

I tried to introduce myself to a number of ladies and met a lovely 
young girl by the name of Irene. She had just arrived and reacted 
favorably when I reached over to hand her a beer. I thought I was 
clever in placing the glass away while exposing my wrist. She held 
my hand in her palm and commented on how interesting it was. I 
wasn't paying too much attention to what she was saying as I was 
trying to make out if that was lust I saw in her eyes.

"I said 'what strong hands you have,'" said Irene staring back into 
my eyes.

"It is a bit loud in here. How about going someplace more quiet," I 
replied.

"Like where," she asked.

"How about my place?"

I know this was quick and not very subtle, but off we went. Back at 
my place I regretted not having the place all to myself. I do not 
bring a girl home often and my roommate and I do not have an 
agreement on dates. I opened the door and turned to give Irene a 
deep kiss.

"What do think of spending the night beneath the stars," I asked.

She hugged my neck and started to kiss it. She licked my neck and 
nipped playfully at my earlobe. I took this as a yes and got some 
pillows, blankets and a sleeping bag and hauled them up the stairs 
to the roof. 

I was trying to lay them out, but she was distracting me with her 
kisses. She opened my shirt and kissed my chest. As she unbuttoned 
my shirt she would place kisses down my chest and stomach. She 
unbuttoned my pants and seemed even more anxious. She pulled my 
pants and underwear down in one fell swoop and down I fell as well. 
Irene was on top of me and went to work cradling my balls in her 
hand as she took my dick in her mouth. She sucked for all she was 
worth, licking my shaft and even kissing my pubic mound. I heard 
sounds that I thought no human could utter and looked down to see 
her drooling. 

She quickly stripped off her top, which gave me a chance to get out 
of my shoes and remove my pants. I did not get a chance to 
completely remove my shirt, when a completely naked Irene pushed me 
down on the blanket. She got on top and reached down to guide my 
dick into her. As she rode me she would finger herself and lift her 
head up and moan. I saw her eyes roll up and back into her head and 
she let out what could only be described as a loud roar. For a moment 
I was worried about being up on the roof. We were not at all visible, 
but now were very audible. I just gave in however and stopped 
worrying.

She let out a small pagan prayer, which went "oh god, oh god, oh 
god," just before I came. She continued to grind herself into me for 
a while and I had to pick her up off of me and lay her on her back. 
I caressed her and kissed her and she slowly responded by kissing my 
neck and whispering in my ear to give her more. I responded 
favorably as well and was happy to oblige.

I got on my knees and slowly entered her. She was rolling her head 
back and forth and seemed to be someplace else. I could feel her 
pussy contracting and she squeezed me again and again with her 
thighs.

"Don't stop," she said.

I had to hold her knees up to maintain a good rhythm. She was the 
horniest woman I had ever slept with and I thought I might be in 
love.

"You are sexy," I said.

"Mmm," came the response as she caressed her breasts.

We loved each other for a while and held each other beneath the 
stars. It got cold though and we zipped up the sleeping bag, stayed 
beneath the blankets and held each other.

All was to change the next day. After a shower and breakfast she 
looked at me favorably, but not longingly. Everyone in the house 
was gone already so I asked if she could stay. She said she had to be 
going. I guess I was disappointed, but not surprised. This did give 
me an idea to continue this experiment. Off I went to put more 
cologne on.

"Let me walk you out," I said, opening the door and standing close to 
her.

"How about a good bye kiss," asked Irene.

I started to say "sure," when she planted one on me and pulled my 
shirt open. Buttons went flying all over the place. She was rubbing 
her hands all over my chest and kissing me hard. She began to undo 
my pants when I closed the door and led her to my bed. I'm lucky I 
had a good breakfast.

Irene looked at me more lustfully than she had at breakfast. She 
stripped down pretty quickly and lay down on the bed with her knees 
up. She had such a pretty pussy that I just wanted to touch and 
stroke it for a while. Irene had plans of her own, however, and she 
grabbed the top my pants and pulled me close.

"Put it in. Now," she hissed.

"Er, sorry," I replied.

I did not mean to tease her, so much for any foreplay on my part. 
The sight of her wriggling around on that bed while I stripped was 
enough for me though. I tossed my pants on my roommate's bed and had 
at her. We spent the day together, totally skipping all classes.

That evening my roommate came in and while we were eating he brought 
up the subject of Irene.

"I was talking to our neighbors a little while ago and they were 
wondering what the noise was last night," he said.

"Er, what did you tell them?"

"I said I was shooting a movie for a class."

"And what did they say to that?"

"They wanted to know if they could buy the tapes. I also did not see 
you in sociology today."

I generally always tell the truth. I find it makes things easier in 
the long run. This is where I wanted to tell a clever lie. It came 
out as, "Yeah, well." He got the picture.

The next day my roommate did not come home. I also checked my supply 
and found it less than it was. I did not put the two together until 
later. My concern was with the evaporation and concentration of the 
cologne. This missing cologne would have greater effect on my psyche 
latter.

When my roommate came in he started to relate his adventures of the 
night before.

"Man, it was truly awesome," he said. "I had two chicks last night. 
They were going crazy over me."

"You didn't happen to use any of my cologne, did you?"

"Yeah, I borrowed some of your aftershave. Thanks."

I was absolutely flabbergasted. I had my mouth open and was staring 
at him, incredulously. I could have maybe just blown it off. I 
should have. My silence and shock led him to piece things together.

"That cologne is what drove those women crazy?" he asked. "Dude, you 
have got to give me more of that stuff."

This preliminary empirical data led me to the conclusion that this 
smell had a powerful effect on all women. Furthermore, there is a 
limited supply and I do not know how do duplicate the chemical 
exactly. My mind reeled.

Looking back I can now say that jealousy played a part in my 
actions. I just did not want to share. I wanted it all for me. My 
wild-eyed stare led my roommate to repeat his demand, but I silently 
took the remaining portion and locked it up in my strongbox. I would 
have to analyze and duplicate it, yet not allow it to be used by 
anyone else. 

This is where I started to go a bit mad. Perhaps it had been the 
sex recently. Perhaps it was the thought of competing on an even 
keel with others again. No, only I could see that this power did not 
fall into the wrong hands. I would be its guardian. Sex mad is what 
I was and I hatched a plan that would forever change my life.

I rented a safe deposit box and stored most of the contents there. 
My strongbox did not seem safe enough. Sure I trusted my roommate, a 
little, but what about others who would be after it. I analyzed the 
remaining portion, always taking care not to expose it too much. I 
did not want rumors of my work to get out. I kept silent about it 
and my roommate did not bring it up again.

In the lab I engineered a virus. No, not the computer kind, the real 
kind. I would convince my glands to pump out this smell by rewriting 
my genetic code. It was marvelously simple: gene therapy would make 
me a stud. All these years of college would finally pay off.

Spring break was when I planned to infect myself with the virus. My 
roommate was leaving and I would be alone. I would need a couple 
days to recover and planned for it. I got a couple of buckets. One 
for water and one to get sick in. This was not going to be pleasant. 
I think I was somewhat cheered at the grim task that lay ahead.

I started the i.v. drip and lay in bed. After about 12 hours I started 
to get sick. I seemed to have a very bad case of the flu. By the 
second day I considered removing the i.v. After three days I started 
to get very feverish and this is when I had a moment of complete 
clarity: It was madness to experiment on yourself. You can 
irreparably damage yourself or kill yourself. It was not too late to 
turn back. Then Doctor Frankenstein stood above my bed and shook his 
head in pity.

Things were a bit of a blur after that. A week had passed and I was 
feeling better. I showered and shaved and was wondering if it took. 
There was a possibility of nothing happening at all. I sniffed. No 
musky odor. Had this all been for naught? I used blotting paper to 
double check for any sort of unusual odor, since you can't always 
smell yourself. Nothing was present.

I walked downtown to gather my thoughts. Well, I had fought the good 
fight. I had learned something in this episode. What I learned in 
chemistry could be applied to a degree. I could change my major.

I stopped in a diner to get some coffee and slipped into a booth. A 
waitress came by, took my order and stared at me. I didn't think 
anything of it. Then she leaned over and kissed me. A moment of 
panic overcame me and then a revelation: pheromones do not 
necessarily have to detectable on a conscious level; they work on an 
unconscious level.

I pushed the waitress away. She somehow got in the booth with me 
and tried to straddle me. This was a very public place and she was 
acting out of control. I put her on the table and got up to leave 
with her clawing at me from behind. I made it out of the diner and 
ran down the street.

This was horrible. This was much more powerful than my cologne. If 
my mere presence in the proximity of women drove them wild then how 
would I complete my degree? 

I was distracted by these thoughts when I careened into someone. I 
had knocked down this lady and bent over to pick her up. She had 
other thoughts and pushed me into an alley. She looked like your 
average, respectable neighbor and here she was using considerable 
strength to push me up against the alley and tear off my shirt. 

I guess she sensed some hesitation on my part, because she held my 
chest with one hand as she lowered her panties with the other. She 
undid my pants and raised her skirt and ground her crotch against 
mine and then reached down and guided my dick into her. Where are 
the cops when you need them?

I am a romantic by nature. Here I was having sex up against the 
alley wall, chafing my ass, and I didn't even know her name. It is 
true that I was reacting favorably to all this stimulation, but 
still.

"What is your name," I asked.

She seemed a world removed and ignored my question. Just then I 
wanted to be a world removed because a cop looked into the alley at 
us.

"What's all this then," he asked.

My eyes got very wide at that. My new friend ignored him. Looking 
back, I guess it was lucky we encountered a male beat cop. I hate to 
think what a female one would do with her cuffs.

I got hauled away as a pervert after the officer fought off my new 
friend. I was put into isolation after it was discovered I had an 
effect on the women at the station. The FBI was called in and 
eventually they took custody of me. I am now in some basement of a 
government research facility. 

I am a researcher here and chief lab rat. I am not permitted 
physical contact with anyone. My communication is limited to a 
speaker in the door. If only I could use the computer I gather 
information with to send my story out. 

They wish to apply pheromones as the latest in disabling weaponry. 
It would be a non-persistent biological weapon. What I accomplished 
with lust they want to duplicate with other emotions. I am horrified 
at the thought that they are trying to find the right pheromones to 
elicit anger and fear in man. Or maybe there is just a new odor 
present in my room.