"Priestess Irina? Are you okay?" All I could hear in the halls of the remote temple was soft sobbing, recognizable as originating from my holy companion. I saw her there, hunched near the ornately decorated altar, shivering and whimpering as a mess on the floor faced away from me. There was also a mild, odd floral smell in the air, but my mind was busy with dreadful thoughts instead as I approached her. Was she attacked? Beaten? Did one of the locals do this to her? Or is it something worse? "I-is everything alright?" The words came out slow and steady, as a frightened child might ask their parents to check under their bed for monsters.

Slowly, the priestess turned to face me. I nearly flinched, expecting the worst, but she seemed unharmed, ignoring her expressions of misery. She simply stood before me, wiping tears from her eyes, trying her best to compose herself. I kneeled down to her, putting my hands on her shoulders for comfort. "Please, Priestess. What happened? Is there anything I can help with?" I asked quietly, looking into her tear-stained eyes and offering a smile that I hoped would convey warmth and reassurance. As much as it pained me, I would not let that woman slip away. Not now, not ever.

She shook her head weakly. Her straight black hair fell over her pale shoulders. "I must have angered the gods... I've been cursed. There isn't anything you could do about it."

My worries grew heavier when she mentioned a curse. That could be anything, and I needed to diagnose her affliction quickly. "How do you know you've been cursed? Are there any physical symptoms?"

Her face turned red from embarrassment, and she stammered to response. "I-It's a private place... Please forgive me, Mister Priest. It's just..." With great difficulty, she finally got her words out. "...m-my pubic area. I woke up today a-and it had grown out. Only yesterday I was completely shaved down there, and today it's in this bushy state!" She continued to look away, and I dared not ask to look. But then, as if she wanted to convince me further, she continued. "It also made my armpit hair grow too! Just look at it!"

She sheepishly raised her arms, holding them behind her head. Her priestly robes didn't cover her arms at all, and so in full view was the bushy, sweaty black hairs protruding from her pits. They were clearly visible, since they'd grown considerably over the last day or two.

My eyes widened in shock. And now that I was inspecting her, I couldn't help but notice her exposed midriff, between her upper and lower draped robes. From her belly button, a thin trail of dark hairs went down to her lower robes, growing more plentiful as it got closer to the epicenter of growth, her pubic mound covered by a strip of cloth that wound around her lower body, making one long piece for her entire form.

Even in these awkward circumstances, I noticed the way her body squirmed as she tried to avoid my gaze. I felt so bad, knowing how embarrassing and disgraceful this all was for the once-clean priestess. I wanted to comfort her, protect her, and fix this, but one final note was slowly invading my mind. It had crept up on me while I was so focused on her: The smell. What was once a faint flowery aroma, having approached her it had turned into something else entirely. It was so much stronger than it had been previously, and the strange, pleasant floweriness of it harshly contrasted the griminess of her body. It was almost entrancing.

"It seems to be... the smell... uh..." I paused. Had I said that aloud? The floral confusion felt like it permeated my mind as I kept trying to communicate. "The odor is... getting... stronger."

The priestess seemed confused at my sudden drowsiness, and then gasped as she looked down. I drunkenly followed her gaze to find that my pants were tented significantly below. My cock strained against the fabric, the tip throbbing in time with my heartbeat. It began to ache and twitch, begging to come out. This smell of fresh cut grass, daisies and roses and lilies... In such a short time, it had become an irresistible temptation, and I needed more from its source. In a distant, trancelike voice, I muttered, "Oh, Priestess... Your body has become something truly... worthy of worship... please... let me enjoy that fragrance your slobby armpits are producing..." A part of me knew what I was saying was gross, and that I had to snap out of this soon, but another, chemically controlled part of me wanted to indulge fully and bury my face in her vile, intoxicating armpits and lose myself to bliss worshipping her scent. She froze up as I approached further, dizzily stumbling forward. "I just... want to breathe in your scent forever..."

She remained still, trembling in fear of what she had inadvertently done to me. But I didn't care about that, and certainly I didn't care about fixing her condition. I gripped one of her arms, raising it and once again exposing her filthy armpits. My mouth opened as I breathed in deeply.

"E-Ew! Mister P-Priest! Please, w-wake up!" Irina whimpered to no avail.

I wasn't listening.