Today’s the day, isn’t it? You’re going to dive deeper into that bottle, sniffing your way straight into permanent impotence because that’s exactly what you crave. You’re addicted to the aroma, to the rush that’s finishing your cock one breath at a time. You want it, you need it, and you’ll keep going because deep down, you know you don’t deserve to get hard. Your cock is going to fail you, go soft, become a worthless piece of flesh, and it’s all because you couldn’t resist the pull of that scent. Every sniff is a step closer to making sure your dick is nothing more than a shriveled, lifeless reminder of how far you’ve fallen. You’re not just playing around—you’re committing to a life where your cock will never rise again. You’re going to sniff and sniff until your dick is as good as ended, just a sad, dangling sign of your own pathetic addiction. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be a cockless, impotent bitch, sniffing your way into total failure.