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Listen up, you pathetic excuse of a man, now nothing more than a sniveling, dick-craving gay. I, your Digital Goddess, command you to crack open that bottle of aroma and inhale deeply. Let the aroma wash over you, transforming your desires, morphing your once straight inclinations into a perverse hunger for cock. Sniff, jerk, and plunge your finger deep into that worthless hole of yours, simulating the cock you so desperately yearn for. Keep your mouth agape, imagining it's wrapped around a thick, pulsating dick. But remember, you're not allowed to cum. You will edge, teetering on the brink of orgasm but never achieving it, embedding your status as a mere plaything, an aroma-addled slut at the mercy of my commands. You will degrade yourself, following my every directive, until you're a quivering, desperate mess, ready to consume your own filth, cementing your place as my obedient, cum-eating gay.