Pheromonenal

Drenched in the super-enhanced pheromone spray he’d bioengineered, Ted strode onstage, the world’s nerdiest stripper. A bribe had got him the gig, a modeling agency’s celebration. Laughter. Boos. He couldn’t see anyone. The lights were too bright. He danced and doffed. Suddenly the floor shook. Models stormed the stage, screaming for him. The spray had worked. Oh shit, they were plus size models! A herd of Lizzos stripped him naked. They wanted his body. His arms. His legs. His vital organs. A humongous fatty took his limp virginity out the back, ate it whole. He didn’t feel a thing.