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Father Enhancement Center No.3 Kawada Kenichi
🕑 Added 2020-05-12 02:25:46 +0000 UTC
I can't breathe.
When I woke up, it was a pure white room.
His hands are tied behind his back and he can't move them.
It's a rectangular cube-shaped room, with no doors or windows in sight.
I messed up.
I was just cleaning up after a colleague who was involved in a similar incident when I heard that my brother had fallen victim to a so-called "brainwashing product".
At the time of the police officer's victimization, I understood that it wasn't just someone else. But he couldn't believe the fact that his own brother had been harmed until he saw his brother's bearded face in his hospital bed.
A while after I was released from the hospital, I got a report from my brother that his wife had moved out.
He said that the incident was the reason why everything was going wrong.
It's a bit ironic that all the brothers are separated. Instead of consoling him, all he could do was to say something sarcastic about it. From my brother's point of view, it would have been the same thing.
As for me, I got what I deserved because I neglected my daughter's birthday while I was at work.
It's too late for me.
But my brother is different.
It's the crimes and goods of this asshole that are at fault.
Perhaps because of my regret for my daughters, I gave up my personal life to investigate the case.
She has lost touch with her younger brother, Yuichi.
He's a grown man, he's so bored with his unreplaceable right hand that he's willing to travel alone. That's what I thought at first, as if to push a bad feeling into it.
However, such optimism was blown away when I visited my brother's house. This is not an abduction or murder. But it's not the same as a long trip. I could smell the incident.
After flipping through the house, I finally found one scribbled note that seemed to be a clue.
Center, Tsumigami-mountain, Enhancement Center.
I reported it upstairs, but it ended with a nail in the coffin to stay out of the way.
That's for sure. It must be a very big project.
But that didn't mean I was in the mood to sit on my hands.
You'll end up with one end of your life anyway. Why don't we at least do something about the family crisis?
--Now that I think about it, I'm sure the police organization had its hands in it long ago.
I tried to get into the center with all my heart, but I didn't even arrive and was caught like this.
Shit.... my head is spinning....
They set me up with something. I can't move my unbound legs satisfactorily. And yet, for some reason, my crotch is getting as angry as ever.
His sense of smell and senses were strangely vivid, and he could feel the steamy smell rising from the only sock he was made to wear.
I feel like an asshole. But don't lose your cool. It's a desperate situation, but if you manage to get out of here and report it to a decent police officer, you can manage.
Just as I made up my mind, an inorganic, synthetic voice echoed through the small room.
"Hello, this is AI Oedipus at the Center for Father Enhancement, checking your deep paternity score. "
Center, Enhancement . It is as my brother notes. This pure white room had to be the center I was headed to. And the ringleader of the case.
" Your paternity score is 19%, a remarkably low result for someone who has been through procreate, and the center will refuse to accommodate you. "
What's the paternity, what's the check, for fuck's sake? What's with this center, I know my brother is here, get him out of here now!
"NO.2-K.Y. is an outstanding culture, and its application is unacceptable. After a final check, you will be processed for either memory wipe or Milky sea Flooding , whichever you prefer. "
You can have a conversation, but you can't communicate. I finally got impatient. Erasure of memory. Perhaps it's because it's seriously possible that you can tell me to "choose" with such a straight face.
"Damn it, let go! No! I want my brother! For the love of God, please! "
"Final check complete... most importantly, the masterpiece has been located... and the feet are smelling above standard. "
After that, they started calling people smelly.
I said, frowning back.
"Bullshit, my feet stink, of course they do, they're a cop's feet. What's your problem, you bastard! "
The words I shouted at my wife one day came out verbatim.
"Very nice. "
The machine's response, however, was different from my wife's.
It sounded like a voice with a mixture of joy, as if it had found something it had been waiting for, that didn't sound like a mechanical voice.
That, in turn, was creepy.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! No! Hey! What's that, what's that... hey! Machine! No! "
"Your foot odor is out of the ordinary. It's more intense than any of the paternalistic ones in our center. The center needs you. The center has been waiting for you. The center blesses you. "
From the narrow ceiling, an autonomous moving tube crawls up to my feet with a creep. I'm trying to "collect" my smell, seriously.
It was so hot that her face burned with embarrassment. In spite of the fact that I tried to sound superior, I still had a complex. It's an itchy, indescribable feeling to be complimented on that.
What is this situation in the first place, the whole thing confuses my thinking. I can't wrap my head around anything.
"The Center congratulates you, thank you, and consider that everything so far has been to affirm your foot odor, thank you for everything you've ever done, thank you for your fierce odor, thank you. "
The inside of the cramped box is enveloped in a nonsensical mechanical voice.
It's confusing, it's muddying up, the voice of the machine seems to crack my head. Thanks. Affirmation. Blessing. Such words flow into my head.
Everything was going to melt away if he didn't continue his vacuous denial.
"At the time of imprisonment, your masculinity will be transformed into your fatherhood. Thank you for your help. "
After the unilateral declaration, the air in the cramped box changed.
The air was raw and warm and nose-dropping.
It smells like it's tangled in your skin.
A dampness that makes you feel swollen.
''Ugh, ugh, stink..........stink!
'I'm going to fill this place with the odor I've collected from you and inject it with the odor you've spent your life building. "
I contorted my face. Is this really what I smell like? It stinks, it stinks too much, I don't know what it is!
"Don't deny it, it's all about you, your work, your family, your love, your feet made you, your smell is all about you. "
This is what I'm all about. That smell. This one is too masculine.
This is me. I'm the one who fills this room.
It stinks. It stinks. But it can't be helped.
I'm a detective, and there are days when I don't take a bath. Steamy feet are part of the job.
That's why this smell is me. That's my smell. --no, it stinks! No, it's just foot odor! No, but to deny this is to deny me... no, no, no, oh, my God, what am I supposed to do, what's going on?
"This smell is the very symbol of your fatherhood. "
I sucked in a breath.
Awareness is distant. The smell. Yes, but this is, after all, it is. This is something we should be proud of.
This foot odor that is trying to stain all the white small room.
"Socks ... stink, smell, no, I'm ... helping ... my ... family ... to ... help ... this ... smell ... to ... help ... to ... help ... "
I'm here to get my family back. The result is this smell.
So I, as a father, was stuck in this smell. So I was losing my wife, my daughter, and my brother because I was in denial about this.
" Recognize your fatherhood, and that trajectory is what this smells like. "
''Ugh...what?''
Suddenly, there was a sensation of something coming into my body that I had been dumbfounded by.
I look down. The tube that stretched from the ceiling and the upholstered mold that stuck to the tip of it were going to invade the cock like me with slimy and undulating like water.
I've been stunned by the stench of my motionless body and feet filling the entire room, and I don't have the strength to resist. And I didn't even have that idea.
"I will unite fatherhood and joy in your body. "
A foreign body is moving up and down in the urethra.
It feels like something is coming out. It feels like something is coming in.
My body is getting smeared. It's all fucked up. A man's symbolic cock is violated by something.
Zing, zing, zing. Be violated. My cock gets fucked. As a man, I'm on the receiving end of it. It is comforting. Is this what fatherhood is all about? This magnitude, this masculinity.
The sensation of sloshing and refluxing through the urethra, followed by a gentle, unstoppable ejaculation. Such an illusion. The sweet stimuli stirred the detective's thoughts into a gaggle.
I feel that a foreign object has arrived at the root of the dick.
Tingling, something like an electric current flows.
I'll get it. Answer. I know. I'll get mine. He put it on my back and I came.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
I let out the male juice as I slowly leaked.
I didn't handle it, I didn't shake my hips, I didn't put it in my pussy, and yet it was the greatest pleasure of my life. The semen slithered through the tube and climbed to the ceiling.
"Ohhhh, wow, ohhhh, ohhhh, you'll be hit, you'll be hit, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh ! "
It felt so good.
His breathing is ragged from repeated ejaculations, and he smells more and more foot odor in his lungs, nose, and brain.
It makes you feel better. I'm proud of my stink, I'm ejaculating just from the smell, and my brat juice is coming out more and more more more mormormommmmmmmmmmm.
An unbroken ejaculation followed.
They poke you in the back, they go in your neck, they hold in your precious things, and then they let you out.
That feeling of pleasure.
Oh, so this is what it means to be a parent.
This is the father. So this is what it's like to be a father. You know, it feels too good to be a father, and I've been running away from this and that. Oh well, that's great.
Along with her breathing, each time she snorted, semen traveled through her tubes and climbed to the ceiling.
I loved it so much. My kids are going to be out more and more. It's good, it's good, it's energetic, it's thick and full, it's strong and manly. That's my boy. Good, good, good...... I come again......
I mean, we're going to be dads. Shoulder to shoulder, great......
I was almost crushed with satisfaction. The muscular physique that looks like a father, both legs that emit the smell of hard work.
I had already forgotten what I came here for.
If I have stinky feet, that's all the father I am. I've come to realize that I can have a child just by doing that.
"Congratulations, your paternity score has passed 120% and you will be admitted to our facility permanently as our most important masterpiece. "
''Oh, okay, let's do that...... "
I'm now being carried to the back of the center.
On the way, I saw various fathers. Everyone seems to be happy. Oh, yeah, we're all dads. We're all fathers. We're on the same team. Let's get on with it.
--I saw a guy on the way who looked just like me.
Yeah, he's a good father figure, he too, heh heh..............
All right, Dad, I'm gonna do more for you from now on.
Comments
RagnoRagno
Very hot!!! Would've loved to see him in clothes being stripped down in that position, or with psd format for us to play with, like the Standing Picture Maker you did back then.
Leonardo What
And also balls oder too actually
Leonardo What
I think stinky farts are more masculine than foot oder...🤔
ab
WOW😍😍😍 Fucking manly and handsome🤤🤤🤤 Nice work👍👍👍
