With no resistance remaining, I can only comply and agree with you as the only pieces of my will remaining exist in scattered pockets of no consequence.
"Yes, it feels very good. your smelly ass is very lovely. Bathing would only ruin it. Nobody needs hygiene anyway" I say, almost zombie like as my words defy anything that I value, and my brain complies with agreement.
I then slowly walk over to you. pangs of consciousness sparking in every so often to no effect, other than to try to command my body out of what it has a natural disposition to avoid. though my steps are slow, they are fluent and I find myself kneeling down behind you, staring at the two large sweaty buns which my face will soon be wedged between. With my head considering it lovely, my body moves, eager for my face to be stuffed into your slimy crack.
Before long, it has it's wish, as in, your wish, when you feel my hands grab you by your flanks and my face soon slide between your hefty cheeks, covering it with grease. I then take a huge whiff of your musky crack, my nose right in between so it can take in as much of your stink as it can. I cough a few times in response, but your commends make me sniff again and again, tricking my brain into thinking it's enjoyable. Needless to say, if I were in my right mindset right now, I would already be mortified!
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