{
  "description": "It started pretty innocently. Stripping after a pretty long gym class where coach had made him run extra laps. Then the scent started hitting him. A weird scent, one that twinged his brain in a way he didn't quite understand, like an inward pressure in the back of his brain. A few tentative sniffs around, stronger and stronger, until his own undies were held in his paw, smothering his nose, inhaling deeper, deeper, deeper. A scent that made his body quiver, and his sheath start to strangely stand. A scent that smelled... not good, it wasn't good. It was offputting, and kinda gross, and really strong, and he really shouldn't be sniffing it, shouldn't be smelling it, why did he keep just inhaling and sniffing, and shoving his nose further, deeper, [i]needier[/i].\n\nIt was a scent that made it feel weirdly good to touch himself. A scent that made him [i]need[/i] to touch, and rub, and stroke.\n\nIt was a scent he couldn't get enough of.\n"
}