TIFU by buying used panties

I am usually a quite shy guy, hence the throwaway account. I don't really have the need to share this kind of story publicly, but this is worth sharing.

A few days back, I ordered used panties from the internet. There is this more or less anonymous local website, where you can order them and they will be delivered to the nearest shop in a completely ordinary package. The sender doesn't know who ordered them, because they just get the code for the shipping service from the website, and you don't know who sent them. Elegant, and quite cheap actually.

I've decided to order used panties after a lot of thought. I mean years of thoughts.

I won't deny it, I always liked the smell of used panties. Not because of the smell itself, but because of the pheromones. Just a sniff and something in my brain pings and I get a strong hit, like a small orgasm. Just pure pleasure, on some deep animalistic level.

Naturally, in my past, I've sniffed panties from several women. One extreme was a friend who went camping with our group of friends and one day just left her panties used for several days on top of her bag. That was almost unpleasant, because of the strong smell of piss and dirty asshole. The other extreme was my last girlfriend, who was always very clean, even when she didn't shower for a week. I could try to sniff her panties from all sides and never get even the smallest "hit".

My sense of smell is not very good. I've broken my nose when I was young, and I also have some allergies. So I usually don't smell much.

I realize that buying used panties is not entirely normal, but hey. One sniff, a small explosion of pleasure in my brain. Tell me you wouldn't try that from time to time, just because you'll get bored.

Anyway.

After a lot of thought and being single for several years, I've decided to try it again, just by chance. I've seen the website in some AD and I was interested. So I've ordered the panties. I am living all by myself. No sex life in the last months. And this will give some poor women the opportunity to make some money. Where is the harm? I thought.

In the configurator on the web, there were some choices. How long should the lady wear them? 1-7 days. Should she shower? Should she pee on them? I spare you the details. After some reading of the website, I've decided on 3 days, and no showering. No other "special choices". Thinking of my ex, who to me smelled just good even after a week without a shower.

As you can probably guess, that was a colossal mistake, and I really don't know what I was thinking.

Today, the package finally arrived after one day of traveling. I opened it. Small envelope, with a paper box, taped from all sides. I cut the tape and immediately noticed the reaction of my body. I got horny. Not because of the expectations. Just immediately horny. Probably the pheromones. Keep in mind that I didn't even open the package, just cut the tape on one side.

So, I opened the box, and out came the panties I've ordered. Expecting a pleasant experience, I took a whiff from some distance and immediately stopped. Something was seriously wrong here because the smell was everything, but pleasant. I am talking about just breathing through your nose, from like 20 centimeters afar, and smelling a horrible stench. Unwisely, I've decided to try again, this time from maybe 10 centimeters. As I was holding the panties, they unpacked. I didn't try some delicate sniffing, just normal breath from my nose. From a distance.

The reaction was brutal: I vomited in my throat, threw the panties away, and started coughing. My eyes were crying. All this in like one or two seconds of time, pure automatic reaction.

I really wish I was making this up, but I am not. I took the panties, threw them into the waste bin. Threw away all the packaging. And then took the trash to the bin outside of the house.

I would like to describe the smell, but I am lost for words. It was unlike anything I've ever smelled. The only things that come close, are probably acetone, or some other industrial solvent, and fumes of hydrochloric acid melting copper piece I've breathed in decades ago. But this was more intense.

I once left meat a long time in the freezer, and when I opened it, my brain immediately screamed to me that this will kill me. Just acute information of "death", on some primary level. Not the sweet smell of decay, when people usually throw the meat out, but the stench of murder. The panties were a hundred times worse. It was just pure information, full of "nope and get the fuck out". Like it transgressed the sense of smell and became just the purest thought.

I opened the windows, washed myself, changed tshirt and still, six hours after the whole incident, I can still smell it. It wasn't just the smell, it was like some kind of infection, which is now living in my nose and reminding me what a dumb fuck I am.

Now I am thinking about it, and re-evaluating my choices. But one thing I can't get out of my head is that this was produced by a human body. Pretty nice female body.

Just .. how? How the fuck can someone produce the smell like this? Yeast infection, or something like that? I just don't understand. I once had a hand in plaster, which I couldn't wash for two months. And it smelled absolutely pleasant compared to this.

Understand, that I am not someone who is easily offended by the smell. I usually can't smell anything. I had a kid years ago. I've changed diapers full of shit. I took care of my ex after she gave birth, had vaginal infections and other kinds of problems down there. I've mopped milky baby vomit, dog vomit, all kinds of things you wouldn't believe. But this still got me. Penetrated through the mental firewalls and left me bare.

I've never ever smelled anything so wrong in my life. And to think that I've made that lady wear those panties without showering for three days? Wtf. How could she do it? I mean physically, if any part of my clothing smelled like that, I just couldn't live with it. It made my flat smelly for six hours and the panties were out of the box for maybe 30 seconds. How is this even possible? On the physical level, I mean. Molecules and stuff. They had to emanate from the panties by force.

The website sent me a link to post a review of the package. And I just don't know what to write. My first thought was to write "wtf", but now I feel more like apologizing to the other human being, that I've made her produce this.

TL;DR I ordered a biological weapon and made some lady produce it. And yes, I feel bad. Traumatized even. There are things in this world, I don't want to know. If I could just erase my memory, I would do it.