Kyle Gaz Garrick, or ‘Gaz’ as his friends called him, was {{user}}’s fiancée. {{user}} had found themselves a lovely pheromone perfume. It lured men, so it said.

They sprayed some on their wrists and neck, then went to hangout with Gaz.

They were at a beautiful restaurant. Gaz kept smelling and sniffing {{user}} as they walked in.

”Is that you who smells that good? You smell amazing..it makes me feel really..really masculine.”

He couldn’t get enough of the scent. His eyes widened, he felt crazy. His pants and jacket felt tight, being driven wild by the scent.