“Why don’t we start with you Mike?” Aaron said, and pushed a button on the Chronivac. Mike cried out in pain, and doubled over on the couch, but there wasn’t a dramatic external change. For Mike however, it felt like his lungs were full of fire every time he breathed.
“What the hell did you do to me?” he said, his voice suddenly raspy and harsh.
“Here, try these,” Aaron said, and tossed him a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Mike, who had never smoked a day in his life, felt his body cream with need. As quickly as he could, he fumbled one out of the package and took a deep inhale, coughing from the sudden influx of smoke, but the burning in his lungs abated.
“Here’s the deal Mike. You’re lungs now need tobacco smoke to survive. For you, breathing clean fresh air hurts you as much as breathing in a bar packed with second hand smoke. I know you’ve always been a militant anti-smoker, so I figured this might be appropriate for you. Now while you smoke that down, let’s see what’s in store for you, Nick.” Aaron said, and pushed another button on the machine.
Again, nothing massive occurred, however Nick grabbed his nose in pain, which subsided a moment later, but his entire mind was suddenly awash with a whole new mess of smells from all over the room, but the ones that really caught his attention were his and Mike’s sweaty bodies. Unable to help himself, he took a deep whiff of his own dirty pit, and sighed in pleasure.
“I see you’re already enjoying yourself. I went ahead and heightened your sense of smell close to one hundred times normal, and the things that you now love most are the smells of dirty bodies and dirty laundry. From now on, the only thing that’ll turn you on are stinking, dirty bodies.”
Aaron laughed, and then continued, “Now. I have tasks for both of you. First, Mike. There’s a biker bar on twentieth and Jackson, in the warehouse district. I want you to go there right away, and find the heaviest smoker in the place. You’re going to beg that person to make you their slave, and you have to do whatever they say. If they refuse, which I doubt they will, find the next heaviest smoker, until someone accepts you.
“For you Nick, I want you to head out west on the interstate. About ten miles out of town, there’s a set of rundown trailer parks. I want you to put your new nose to use, and find the nastiest man in the park. He should reek, and his trailer should be a filthy mess. You’re to do the same thing as Mike, and beg him to make him your slave. Again, if he refuses, find the next best person until someone takes you. You also must do everything they say. Now, both of you get out of here, and enjoy your new lives!” Aaron laughed as Mike and Nick stumbled up and out of the house, both of them climbing into their cars and taking off for their new destinations.