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I knew that this was going to be a dirty job, but it paid well and no one else wanted to do it. The sewer system in my city has always been bad, every ten years or so something gets clogged and chaos ensues. The smell builds up underground and slowly seeps to the surface, making life impossible. Schools and stores close, everyone goes home covering their face with their clothes just to get away from the stench. And mind you, we're only talking about the small portion of the gas that manages to find its way up to the surface, if someone was brave enough to go down and take a whiff, it would feel tens of times worse.

Yet that's exactly what I was going to do. Not the smelling part, they gave me the proper gear, but I was gonna go down there and resolve the problem as quickly as I could.

I went into the changing room and took a good look at the gear I was given. First and foremost, a yellow rubber hazmat suit... These were never famous of being comfortable... Or well ventilated... Or good smelling... The moment you put it on, your sweat mixed with the body odors of all the different people who used it before you, as it could never be properly washed because of some mechanism that was in it. It had to do with the air regulator, it failed if water got into it.

As I started putting on the suit, the usual horniness struck me, as it always does when I'm wearing latex. As uncomfortable and stinky it is, this suit always gives me a boner thanks to its shiny rubber material that clings to my fur so erotically. Of course I always hid that from my coworkers, but I'm pretty sure my boner was very visible most of the time, due to the crotch area being way too tight for me.

The suit was followed by the boots, these could thankfully be washed, so it didn't smell as bad, but walking in the same boots as all my other sweaty coworkers did wasn't the most... Appetizing thought. Then I pulled on the gloves, letting them snap against my arm as I let go of their rim. They must have taken my hand as a reference, they just fit me so smoothly and perfectly.

As I was done with the boots and gloves, I put on the final part of the suit I could do by myself, my hood. It was made of the same yellow rubber material as the rest of the suit, but with an opening at the front covered by a transparent plastic sheet so I could see out of it. All I had to do to secure the hood was closing the zipper around my neck, and I was done. I made my way out of the changing room, slightly hunching down to hide my boner.

'I'm ready guys, you can tube me up!' Tubing up was the process of installing all the breathing devices on the suit. My main source of air was from a long tube that reached up to the surface, that way I wasn't limited to the air capacity of a tank. But of course just as a backup, I carried an air tank on my back which could provide me for about an hour if I wasn't doing intense work. They installed everything on me, and just as I was feeling ten kilos heavier, I started the descent.

When everyone made sure to hide away as far as possible, I walked to the nearest manhole and opened it up. I've never seen anything like this before but I swear, a barely visible green few emerged from the hole. This must have smelt god awful, at that moment I was so thankful to have my suit. I got in and climbed down the ladder, and after about a minute of climbing, I had reached the bottom.

They installed two lines of dim laps in the sewer system so I didn't have to worry about providing my own light source while doing the work. The flickering old lights mixed with the green fumes gave the place a haunting, empty look. I shivered. "Alright, I just gotta keep going" I thought to myself as my rubber boots squished and squelched on the damp sewer floor. I kept checking all the tubes to check if any of them have been clogged, but found nothing.

After about five minutes of walking, I felt as if someone had kicked me on the back. I turned around but saw nothing. Then I felt it again, and I realized, it was the air from my hose. For some reason it kept giving huge puffs of air. I found it very strange and decided to keep walking forward, hoping it would eventually stop.

But it kept going and as I looked down at myself, I realized that my suit had indeed swelled up a bit. This wasn't good news, not one bit. It meant that no air was escaping the suit. This is bad, first off because this means that I'm rebreathing my own used air, which will result in me suffocating in a few minutes if I don't get out. Second of all, my suit could only handle so much pressure, I didn't want it tearing open... Especially during a mission like this.

So I made up my mind and started walking back quickly. My heart was racing and my head was pounding, it was my first emergency situation since I started working here! But eventually my movements were slowing down because of the bulkiness and the weight of the inflated hazmat suit. I decided to switch to my backup air supply in hopes that it would work better. I reached behind my back and pressed the switch on my air supply... And that was when the chaos really broke out.

The puffs of air from my above-ground source didn't stop, if anything, they just got stronger. But at the same time, the air from my secondary tank started rushing out as fast as it physically could. I couldn't hear anything from the unbearably loud hissing, I wanted to put my hands to my ears but the suit had already become so puffy that it was impossible. I kept running and running, until my legs were so fat that I couldn't move them anymore, and I fell face forward.

Although the suit absorbed the impact like a big airbag, it didn't stop the rush of air coming in. I could feel the pressure crushing me inside, the air wanted to escape. And as we all know, if something is going to burst, it's going to burst at the weakest spot. That weakest spot happened to be the cheap zipper on my hood. I watched with panicked, wide eyes as everything around my grew and I knew it wasn't going to hold for very long. With one last effort to propel myself forward, the hood simply got ripped off my head by the pressure.

The flow of air that escaped the suit kicked me on the back and forced all of the air out of my lungs. I took a hard, long breath to fill them again, but I realized... Oh no... I could barely collect myself off the ground, but I started running towards the ladder as fast as I could. But when my adrenaline rush started to wear out, that's when I realized just how bad this place smelled.

I fell to the ground, gasping, coughing and gagging. Tears flowed out of my bloodshot eyes as I made desperate throaty noises, I sounded like a dog that's just about to throw up. I will not try to explain the smell as there's nothing I can compare it to, but I can tell you this much: it was bad. Really bad. I wanted to get out but I couldn't, there wasn't enough oxygen to get myself off the ground. The gas was slowly but surely smothering me, sucking the very life out my lungs as I trashed on the ground.

That's the last thing I could remember before blacking out. The rescue team who came to my help after noticing that the above-ground air filter was broken told me that I was lying on the ground with an erect cock and a puddle of cum... Was I really that excited? I was embarrassed, but of course very thankful to them for saving my life.

This was probably my last mission, I'm going to find another job now. The issue was resolved weeks ago now, but people still tell me that my fur and my breath smells like sewer, so I'll have to wait that one out. I just wonder why they found that puddle of cum beneath me... And why my subconscious keeps begging me to go back.