Uh Oh Stinky Novels & Stories

All this worked in our favor. The prank that we were about to do is going to be awesome. Originally, I wanted to save this for Preston, just in case he failed at being a competent slave, but he deserved something... harsher, perhaps? I don't know - all I know is that getting him stinky didn't pack a punch to the gut. His punishment should have more ompf and a show stopper, if you know what I'm saying. I mixed the substance with a spoon; the ingredients of this stinky wonder will have any human being vomit:

It's summer now, and I've somehow become the stinkiest person in the entire company. Everyone says that I smell terrible. The doctors say that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my colleagues still avoid me like the plague at work. Even the intern secretly puts deodorant on my desk. I can't take it anymore and hand in my resignation. But on the day I'm processing the paperwork, my manager, Joel Winters, chases me to the elevators and stops me. His voice shakes as he says, "I'll give you 50 thousand dollars to continue sitting at your desk." I don't agree to it and call the police instead. When the police cut open the huge eight-foot teddy bear next to me, the entire office falls s

I breathed in. Then again, Something was wrong. “What’s that smell,” I said, still half asleep. Nobody responded. “Something smells,” I said, louder. “Can’t you smell that?” Nikolai frowned. “I don’t smell anything.” “It’s there,” I said, sitting up properly, suddenly more awake than I wanted to be. “It’s stale and it’s wrong and it smells like—” I couldn’t find the word for it. “Like something spoiled. Like metal.”

“Food, looney! You were whining about being hungry, right?” Ophelia shrank into her corner disobediently. She shot a look at the food and pinched her nose. “It stinks!" “Stinks? That’s your lunch, looney! You should be grateful to even have a meal! Stop being a picky sh*t and eat up!” Ophelia clearly jerked away from the man’s bark. Still, she shook her head. “B-B-But I don’t wanna! It stinks! It’ll give me a bad tummy—”

Stupid flowers don't even why I bothered. Damn…this isn't good

“No. Hell no. He had it coming. I’ve let him and his precious little fan club step on me for years. If anything, I was nice about it.” With a huff, I stomp my foot, spin on my heel, and march forward again. My legs are just dragging me wherever they please at this point. Maybe straight into the jaws of a rogue. Wouldn’t that be poetic? Also—I smell like death. Not like actual death, more like… the essence of it. Spoiled tomatoes, stale milk, something fruity and rotten I can’t even identify, and, what’s that? Oh yeah. Roasted chicken. What kind of disgusting buffet am I carrying on my skin right now?

They started laughing and shouting. "Stinky! Stinky! That fat woman stinks!" I looked at those mothers, hoping they would scold their children. But they just laughed, doing nothing to stop their children. "I don't stink," I said. "You do stink!" shouted the boy. "You smell like garbage!"

I am gradually realizing that my street seems to develop this strange stench over the years and this stink increases with time. The filth reflecting in the worn out clothes of the children aimlessly roaming the streets can choke one to death. From the famous Razzi beer parlor down the street to the GreenLand brothel adjacent my mother's bar, these places birth the disgusting stench of my environment and gradually it is becoming inhabitable. As I struggle to jump across piles of dirt littered all over, I could feel different hands and shoulders all over me. Everyone is always in a hurry in a space so small. I quickly stretched my hand out to greet a fellow who stretched his hand out on a

Oh, fuck! "Oh shut up you stupid mutt I'm just showing him what he's missing!" Stacey spits out as she starts to kiss down my neck while unbuttoning my shirt, I feel bile rising in my throat again as she slobbers all over me and Zoe's growls become deafening.