What a Smelly LOSER!

I failed to complete one of my linewriting tasks, so now I get to be punished like the LOSER I am.

First they noticed I was one of the few Losers not wearing braces so they fixed that straight away (from now on all losersuit pics I do of me i'll be wearing braces).

Next they revoked my jester privileges by removing my loser jester hat and boots and replacing them with a regular losersuit rubber hood and boots 😖.

Then they handed me a pair of disgusting tightywhities that the previous owner(s?) hadn't washed in a LOONG time. They smelt absolutely foul and were covered in various skidmarks and cumstains (clearly they'd also doubled as a cumrag). I was ordered to put them on over my losersuit and walk around in public while they prepared the next part of my punishment. Everyone laughed at me and called me a "smelly loser"....it felt so good, each insult made my bulge throb, i could feel pre leaking out inside 🖤🥴🖤

Eventually they called me back and lead me to an area with various wooden posts arranged in a line, each with a set of clips attached to them.

They then presented me with a musky rubber boot, stuffed full of various dirty, cumstained socked and underwear; I could smell the stench coming from inside the boot from where I was standing, it was so potent. Without even being told to I could feel myself being drawn closer to the foul stench, they laughed as I without even being instructed to shoved my muzzle straight into the boot opening and took a deep breath. The foul stench immediately clouded my brain, to the point I didn't even notice them fastening the harness around my head.

"BWAHAHAHAA!!!! WHAT A FUCKING LOSER!!!"

"Yeah! I can't believe they actually did that all on their own! GROOOSSS!!!!"

After that everything went all hazy, I could just about make out being strung up on one of the posts by the rancid cumrag undies I was wearing, only having a vague awareness of my surroundings from that point on; my body was limp, and my other senses were overwhelmed by the foul stench of the boot strapped to my muzzle.

I could vaguely make out a crowd of people gathering around me, though I don't know how many. I could vaguely make out various rounds of laughter, and degrading remarks...

"FUCKING LOSER!"

"FUCK THEY STINK!"

"WHEN WERE THOSE THINGS LAST WASHED?!"

"I BET THEY'RE GETTING OFF TO THIS! WHAT A FUCKING LOSER!"

All the laughter, all the insults and the foul stench filled me with utter bliss; till all I could do was think about how much of a good little LOSER I am, and rub my throbbing bulge with my rubber mitts, which only made everyone laugh harder and throw more insults at me.

"HA! THAT FUCKING LOSER REALLY IS GETTING OFF ON THIS!"

I'm a silly squeaky loser, bullying me makes my bulge throb!

🖤🥴💦🖤