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At an oh-so-lucky gym that was fortunate enough to have her in attendance, Lysithea had just wrapped up another intense workout session and sought up to go clean herself up a bit and then head home. She headed over to the area marked ‘Locker Rooms’ and picked the closest door, not caring at the slightest that it was labeled ‘Mens Locker Room’.

The door swung open and she marched right in with loud, heavy thumps of her expensive white sneakers—immediately catching the eye of six other males inside; a well-built wolf, a portly otter, an athletic fox and ferret, a tall mouse and a short and slender human.

They weren’t sure what to remark upon first; the sheer fact a woman had entered the wrong room, or that it was such a tall, voluptuous and vivacious, white-furred Umbreon with blue ringed markings and long ears of a woman. They noted her bright blue hair done up in a high ponytail, her sweat drenched pink top with the words “I Hate Running” stretched over her modest bust and a pair of seemingly ill-fitting black shorts that rode up so much that it was as if her large, heart-shaped bubble booty of a rear end was seemingly devouring it.

But it wasn’t just the sight of her, no, it was her overwhelming presence. Despite being the tallest and arguably the overall biggest (or thickest) in the room, there was something about her that seemed to have filled the entire area with her complete essence. She immediately commanded all of their senses: eyes drawn to her, ears perfectly attuned to her playful humming, fingers longing to touch her—and most profoundly of all—a sweaty scent so powerful it filled their noses and danced on their tongues with a unique flavor.

It began as something earthy, sour and tangy—as one would expect sweat and musk to be—but it quickly melted away into something sweet and delightfully pleasant; like a candy store, or a donut shop or French vanilla ice cream. As expected of the physiology of her species (but completely unbeknownst to her), her perspiration was poisonous—harmless to one’s health, but carried some mind-altering properties, along with being extremely addictive.

In under a minute the men had gone from the idea of questioning her intrusion to welcoming her like a queen among peasants.

“So uncute,” Lysithea muttered to herself while glancing down at her drenched self as sweat steadily dripped off of her onto the floor. She then lifted one leg and tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts to slowly peel them off of her while the other six males watched with widened eyes as she pulled off both her shorts AND her underwear, leaving herself completely bottomless before the small audience.

She separated the two articles of clothing and waved them both in front of her with a somewhat embarrassed expression with how much they were utterly soaked with her sweat and ‘stunk’ heavily of her. “Not cute at all,” she said before carelessly tossing the lower wears aside; her shorts landing onto the floor and her panties landing on a fox’s face—who let out a gasp, ignored by the femmebreon, as an intense concentration of her scent flowed into his nostrils.

The vulpine’s eyes glazed over as if he was put under a spell; his tail falling limp while his ears pressed back. After a few mere moments, he brought his hands up to her pair of underwear and held the warm fabric against his face, huffing deeply. His tail then whipped into a frenzy and his ears perked up and blushed intensely as he repeatedly inhaled that scent and rubbed those sweaty garments all over his face—utterly hypnotized by a sudden and strange addiction for the flighty woman’s musk and sweat; complete with a firm and notable tenting at the crotch of his own shorts. But even with that display going on, all eyes were still focused on the gorgeous and striking white Umbreon; who was focused purely on herself and moving to make quick use of the towel draped over her shoulder.

Humming lightly, she ran the towel underneath her underarms, already soaking it thoroughly as she rubbed and dragged it over her armpits. Lifting her tail, she then bent down slightly and swung the absorbent cloth between her legs and grabbed the end with her other hand—flossing her inner thighs and plump rear end with the towel; purring delightfully as the gentle fabric rubbed against her lovely ladyhood in the process. She pulled the towel back in-between her plush thighs and dragged it up her front under her shirt to sop up the perspiration under and in-between her not-massive-but-not-quite-modest breasts.

As she pulled the towel up through her cleavage, she noticed something in her peripheral vision: the slender, fair-skinned human male with short blond hair and green eyes, staring at her with nervous awe and adoration. He barely cleared her waist in height (as was the case with all humans among anthros, a fact that happened to amuse Lysi endlessly), but that didn’t stop her from noticing the poor guy’s full arousal stretching out his basketball shorts—a very bright and pleased smile appearing on her face as a result.

Lysithea pointed down at the male’s crotch, “Oooh is that for me?” She beamed as her thick tail whipped back and forth in a frenzy behind her—as if she already heard the answer she wanted to hear.

The human’s eyes widened suddenly and he looked down at himself—quickly bringing his hands down in a poor attempt to hide what was already revealed to the large lady. “O-oh, I-I, um…y-you—” the pad of Lysi’s damp index finger came to rest on the boy’s lips as she promptly shushed him.

“It’s a yes or no question,” she pulled back her finger and waited for his answer.

“Yes.”

Lysi purred deeply with enjoyment, grinning widely. “Good boy!”

She then took a quick glance around the locker room to realize he wasn’t the only one. Save for the fox completely occupied with her underwear (something she will delightfully address later), all the occupants had their eyes focused on her; all with adoring eyes and pitched full tents. The voluptuous bree couldn’t help but giggle with such warmth. “Oh you weak. Kinky. Little. BOYS! ” She giggled some more before looking back to the poor human, “You can’t resist my scent right? Turned on by sweaty, little ol’ me? Tell me the truth and I’ll give you a very. Sweet. Treat.” She demanded while gently patting the side of the man’s head with the timing of her last three words.

“W-well yeah you smell so strong and really good right now…”

“Annnnnnd?”

“It turns me on…”

Lysithea giggled. “What’s your name lil guy?”

“Matt.”

“Okay Matt, I’m gonna call you Rag now, kay?”

“H-huh?!”

Instead of bothering to clarify, Lysi tilted her head up towards the ceiling with an open mouth while raising the soaked towel above it. She gave the cloth a sharp twist, rinsing the sweat out of it like water from a sponge into her maw. With a mouth full of her own ‘poisonous’ fluid, she looked back down to Rag, grabbed him by the shoulders and effortlessly lifted him up from the ground and held him up against the lockers with a gentle slam. Before he could say a word or even react, Lysithea pressed her lips against his with a heavy, forceful kiss—her thick blue tongue invading his mouth along with a mawful of her sweat.

‘Rag’ tried to struggle against the bigger creature, but she was far stronger than she looked (and she already looked pretty strong!). His arms were held firm by her grip and her body was pressed up against him like a large, soft, fluffy, squishy wall that he couldn’t fight against nor squirm away from. He was forced to gulp down her laced perspiration lest he choke on it and her tongue. The flavor was…surprisingly not-gross—tasty and sweet like a delicious candy. Her tongue also had a sweet flavor of its own—which complimented her heady, but sweet, vanilla-y scent.

Soon his body fell limp and Lysi broke away from that messy, overwhelming kiss with a delighted smile. “What a good little Rag, you didn’t waste a single drop,” the playful Umbreon rumbled against him with a heavy purr.

“Uhhh….uhnnn.” Mere sounds were all Rag could utter in response as his body was falling under the spell of her secretions and aroma. It became increasingly harder to think; as if his brain was actively rejecting any thought of feeling unrelated to her. Hypnotized. Enthralled. Everything was Lysithea, everything that mattered was about Lysithea. He wanted her , he wanted to please her , he wanted to be praised by her so badly it almost hurt. To addle the mind and conform others to being completely loyal to her. This was the power of her poison.

And she had zero idea of it. To her, it was just something people couldn’t get enough, just like her favorite sweets!

“You look so silly!” Lysi chirped as her unique moon-phase eyes studied the human’s goofy expression, “I bet you’re just seeing stars, aren’t you?”

“M-more…” Rag mumbled.

“More? Don’t be silly! We don’t have time to spend making out. I have a job for you that I think you’re just gonna love …” Lysithea then paused for a second in thought, and then smirked, “Ohhhh I know what you mean. It’s my scent that you like! Don’t worry, I think we can kill two birds with one stone here.”

With a playful snicker, the Whitebreon held up the towel once again for Rag to see it, all before bringing it back under her raised tail to drag it through her asscheeks and smothering his face with it afterwards. “Deep breaths, my lil naughty musk lover,” she giggled delightfully; forcefully rubbing and pressing that damp, aromatic towel against his face, “Get used to it now, you’re gonna get biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig whiffs of this while you clean me up back there!”

Rag responded with muffled cries as he squirmed and tried to wriggle away, almost literally suffocating in her scent as her large handpaw held that towel against his face; robbing him of any access to oxygen. With a desperate burst of survival instinct, he flailed his arms against the amazon-esque Umbreon—grabbing and slapping at whatever part of her he could.

Lysithea uttered a quizzical ‘mrrl?’ towards her plaything’s struggles, one ear lowering as she pondered just what had gotten into him. “Now what the heck is up with you? You could just tell me what you want, y’know, silly boy…oh! I get it!” She pulled back the towel and grinned at Rag who was busy gasping for air. “You want me! That’s why you’re grabbing up on me huh? Naughty naughty Sweat Rag! You can’t wait to get started!”

She tossed the towel aside and pulled Rag away from the lockers only to wrestle him to the floor—handling him so effortlessly as if he weighed nothing. She laid on top of him, squishing her chest into his as she pinned him to the floor with—let’s just say a distinctly noticeable amount of weight given the size difference between them. Lysithea stared down at Rag with a wide grin, her fluffy tail swishing wildly behind her while leaning in close—their noses practically touching as she sniffed lightly at him. “Mmm, yep! You smell like me now, and you know what that means? It means you’re officially allllllllllll mine,” she sang, giggling warmly afterwards.

The dangerously playful Umbreon gave the lad a quick kiss and dragged her large, heavy, and thick blue tongue up along his face in a playful lick before hopping up off of him onto her feet, twirling around and wiggling her massive rear over him. “Are you ready? If not, too bad!”

After wiping Lysithea’s thick saliva from his face, Rag stared up with wide eyes at his-so-called-new-owner’s round, wobbling, bubble booty shaking and swaying a few feet above his head. If he were of the right mind, his survival instinct would have yelled at him to try and scramble away, but he was far too gone. Being hers was all that mattered now, and he welcomed that gigantic ass of hers with open arms as she quickly descended down upon him to sit directly on his face.

Anyone her size would easily have their head disappear underneath her, but with this size difference, his head could effectively squeeze in between her cheeks with little effort; and it certainly did, sandwiching his entire skull deep in between her sweat-soaked asscheeks with her damp, azure-colored puckered tailhole pressed firmly against his face as she comfortably rested a significant amount of her weight on top of him.

Rag groaned from the overwhelming amount of pressure resting upon him—not out of pain or discomfort—but entirely the opposite: pure pleasure. All thanks to the mind-altering poisonous sweat soaking his head and the hypnotizing scent flowing into his mouth and nostrils. Without being commanded, or even suggested to, he began to worship her; squishing his hands into those immense mounds of bree booty to rub, squeeze and knead at them—all the while kissing and slurping at her backdoor, even going as far as to make out with her breehole in pure adoration for her.

Lysithea squealed and giggled in joyous surprise—very pleased by his eager, though tiny, attentions. She wiggled her rear on top of him to get extra comfortable, setting her sneaker-clad feet on both sides of his legs with her knees pulled up. “That’s a good little Rag,” the playful Umbreon rumbled with a warm purr while lowering her hand to press a large finger against the throbbing protrusion between his legs, “Oooh twitchy,” she remarked, “I can’t believe you love this. I mean it’s kind of gross to be all up in girl-stank and girl-sweat like this, don’t you think? But then again it’s the good kind of gross that boys like you just go crazy for. Or maybe it’s just me that you’re enjoying. It is, isn’t it?! You’ll have to tell me once your mouth isn’t busy.” Lysi giggled once more.

Despite having a loyal and serviceable seat, there was one problem. Rag alone wasn’t enough to properly clean her up—at least not without being completely worn out, and then there’s no way he’d be able to tell her how much he likes her if he’s all tired!

He was going to need some help, and that was when she cut her eyes towards the other boys; the ones that were staring the whole time, minus the one that was still huffing away at her underwear—with a noticeable wet spot at the front of his shorts, dripping with some white sticky fluid through the fabric.

Lysithea flashed them a bright smile as she quickly found the solution to her sweat problem. “Aw, look at you all over there. Don’t tell me you boys are jealous! Come on over, I have a job for all of you! And you in the middle, I’m gonna need my panties back, you silly pervert.”

Like a small mob of zombies, the group of Lysi’s horny thralls all approached her in unison and stopped in front of her—all lined up in a row, waiting for her next order with bated breath.

The Umbreon then raised two fingers and pointed them at the wolf and ferret, “You two are the pit crew. My armpits feel un-cute and you don’t want me to be un-cute, right? Of course you don’t, so you’ll take care of it, right?” She flashed them a pretty smile before raising her arms slightly.

With little hesitation and all adoration, the chosen pair rushed over to Lysi on both sides, dropped down onto their hands and knees, and shoved their muzzles into her exposed, soaked armpits—huffing deeply while slurping and suckling as suggestively commanded.

Lysi giggled all the while and grinned. “Goodness gracious, boys, take it easy! That tickles! Talk about doing a job you love, huh?”

Her ears perked up after saying that out loud; suddenly getting an idea. If they loved the job so much, why not keep them around so they can do it as much as they wanted as much as she needed? What an amazing idea, Lysithea! She thought to herself with a flicker of her eyes and a quick glow of her blue rings.

The pair that happily drank from her soon fell victim to the playful pokemorph’s machinations (the hypnosis brought upon by her perspiration was just a happy accident after all)—starting to quickly and drastically shrink in size as slurp-fulls became gulp-fulls and soon after they were far too small at a paltry two inches tall to happily drink of their mistress’ nectar, a fact that upset them greatly.

“Awwwwww! Aren’t you the most adorable little things!” Lysithea cooed as she plucked them up in her hands and stared down at them with a wide smile. “You’re not only cuter, but you’re also more portable! This means you can do the thing you love forever and I can still go about my day!” She giggled delightfully as she tucked the males within the sides of her top, positioned perfectly underneath her pits. She then promptly brought her arms down, folding them into a snug sandwich of sweaty Umbreon fluff where they could drink and soak from her to their heart’s content. A pleased grin crawled upon her face as she immediately felt those tiny muzzles nose and nuzzle into her while those teeny tongues lapped endlessly at her. “Such good boys! Now for you three,” Lysithea glanced at the remaining three; the fox, the mouse and the otter and then pointed at the latter two—beckoning them to approach her.

As they obediently shambled over, Lysi shifted her feet slightly before releasing her paws from their sneakered confines, bringing her heels to rest on top of her footwear—her footpaws propped up and soles bared. “Oooh that feels good,” the large Umbreon purred as she felt the cool air wash over her hot, sweat-dampened paws; her pads glistening with her perspiration as beads of the stuff slowly rolled down her soles.

“Now it’s your turn to get to work, boys,” she ordered with a playful wiggle of her toes, and the two immediately dropped to the floor and began tending to her feet; pressing their faces into her soles as they sniffed, licked and kissed all the while. “Woooow, no hesitation, huh?” Lysithea giggled, “This must be a dream come true, I mean it is me after all. Looks like I’ll have to keep you two as well, huh?”

Not that her words spurred them on to work any harder—they were already giving it their all from the beginning—but it filled them with pride to serve their mistress, their queen, their goddess. And as they did so, they would quickly find themselves with far more to work with as her paws seemingly became larger with each lick, each inhale, and each kiss; dwarfing them in a matter of seconds as they were rendered the same size as the ones buried in her armpits.

“Muuuuuuuch better,” Lysithea cooed over them thunderously as she dipped her toes down to grab their heads with them. “I got a place you’re just going to love,” she tittered as she brought them over the mouths of her sneakers, “Welcome to Hotel Lysithea where you’ll never. Ever. Want to leave.”

She was right about one thing, they’d never want to leave. They were beyond happy to be dropped into her stuffy shoes and sprawled out upon her warm, damp insoles. It was heaven to be engulfed in the unseen clouds of her paw musk—abandoning oxygen in favor of her essence.

“Gangway my lil friends! You don’t get those hotel rooms all to yourself, y’know!” Lysithea giggled with amusement as she shoved her paws back into her sneakers right after their new occupants, “Due to limited availability you’re going to have to deal with a roommate situation, but you don’t mind right? After all, you absolutely love them!”

Whether they did or not hardly mattered as there was nothing stopping them from being overwhelmed by the thick, heavy, fluffy Umbreon paws as they rolled in over their tiny ‘roommates’ and pinned them firm and flat underneath. Their heads were perfectly positioned underneath her toes and their muzzles poked in between two of them, allowing them to continue to huff, lick and drink as much as they wanted.

“Such dutiful lil guys I can take everywhere I go,” Lysithea giggled, “And then there was one,” she said while shifting her weight upon the hard-working Rag while she stared directly at the fox, “I’ll be honest,” she playfully cupped her breasts, “You’re going to have your work cut out for you. Hope you’re very absorbent!”

Much like the four that came before, the fox found himself on the fast track into being downsized towards a more manageable height and snagged within the clutches of Lysithea’s whims—where she promptly dropped him into her hot, sweaty cleavage and pressed down on his head to shove him deeply in between those moist, malleable mammaries. “Make sure to be a good boy and get in underneath them. They get really swampy and that’s just ugly, y’know? And I can’t be walking around being all ugly, that’s just not cute!” Lysithea giggled before playfully sticking her tongue out; pressing her breasts together to squeeze the poor vulpine flat before relaxing with a sigh.

“And now it’s just us, my little Sweat Rag,” Lysi grinned, wiggling her rear on the poor fellow still working away underneath her, “I feel drier already, though with the way you’re playing back there, you’d think my butt was your girlfriend or something!” She laughed gleefully before sitting back and forcing more of her weight on top of him, “Looks like I’ll have to keep you too, not that you’d mind of course. But let’s make you more travel-sized as well.”

Rag groaned as he felt the Umbreon’s not-quite-feather-light weight bear down on him—her colored tailhole pressing down against his face while her hefty cheeks squeezed at his head. Before long he’d quickly realize the woman’s rear was occupying a lot more surface space on top of him—and most notably— around him as he soon found his entire body wedged in-between and engulfed by those overwhelming mounds of fur and wobbly flesh.

“Theeeeere we go,” Lysithea giggled, slowly standing up to her feet with her precious Rag wedged deep in that massive, heart-shaped booty of hers, “Got you all nice and settled back there,” she gave an unseen grin as she reached her hands back to slap her rear and press her cheeks in against each other, just to make extra sure he was nice and snug back there. “Much better. Now you’re all settled in your seat , but we can’t forget your seatbelt now can we?”

The vivacious Umbreon retrieved her striped panties—now much drier than before—and stepped into them to slowly pull them up; exercising greater effort when it came to her notable–and for lack of better words–fat ass. It was nothing some shifting and fidgeting couldn’t handle before she managed to get the comfy and clingy fabric around her waist, with a special passenger in tow.

After slipping her shorts back on she gave her rear another gleeful pat before ‘checking’ on her other hard working cleaners with a squeeze of her breasts, a shifting of her arms and a playful bounce and twisting grinds of her feet. “Allll accounted for. Think it’s time to get you all home where you can work as much as you want, my adorable itty bitty boys.” Lysithea giggled gleefully as she made her way out of the locker room and the gym in proper fashion, all with a brand new group of pets.