"You know what," Jack suddenly said, "Take that shit off, lemme grab something else," Jack leaves the room as you struggle and wrestle the hot, thick outfit off of your sweat-soaked skin. All this sweat, you're going to start to smell soon; it's a good thing that you got out of that outfit. Thuds back down the steps announce Jack's lumbering entrance back to the room. In his hand is another shiny black mass of rubber, but this one has some white stripes. He lets in unravel before you, revealing the hollow husk of a rubber skunk suit. A gas mask is built into the face and a screw-on cap covers the anus. "Put this on instead," He orders. You don't hesitate in taking it from him, your member is standing up again with excitement at getting into another hot rubber suit.
You turn it around and spot a long slit down the back of the costume. You glance briefly at the limp, flattened tail above the ass. Is this going to be inflated? With you in it? Your confusion is hidden by your look of lust and impatience as your legs struggle down the tight husk of the latex animal. Your toes finally enter bulbous orbs that make up the paws' digits. You slip your dick into the rigid dildo of the suit and pull the costume up your waist, hugging your ass tightly. As you fuss with the arms, Jack goes behind you and unscrews the ass-cap. He sticks his finger in and plunges around, lining it up and sticking his sausage of a finger up your ass for a quick moment. Your knees trembled when he did that, god, he has so much power over you.
Jack sniffs his finger deeply as you line your fingers up in the paws. Jack then grabs the mask of the costume from behind and yanks it over your head, gripping your face and matting your hair. You gaze through the lenses at the world around you. You hear a sound like shaking a can of spray paint, then a hiss and a creeping cool feeling goes up your back along the slit of the costume. Jack runs a hand along the seam, "Hope you're ready for skunk life, cause I just sealed you in. Well, time to blow you up," Jack produces a large machine with some mysterious liquid in an attached canister. He brings the tube behind you and plugs it right into the open hole, just short of your anus. He flicks a switch, and the machine activates. A loud whirring fills the room as a thick gas enters your rubber encasement. It quickly reaches your nostrils, causing you to cringe and cough. The scent is like concentrated skunk spray, filling the suit.
The gas runs along your body, inflating the costume as well. Your paws puff up, becoming round and unusable. Your belly bloats and rounds into a large, perky beach ball. Your tail rises behing you, gaining complete life. You continue gagging at the stench, but you're starting to come around to it. You even start loving it. Your thicker body can hardly contain its excitement. You just want Master Jack to relieve you already! You just want him to let you get off to your new stink. Jack's hand shifts with the nozzle; he swiftly plunges it into your waiting ass, filling up your bowels with plenty farts for later. In one practiced motion, Master Jack pulls out the nozzle, turns off the machine, and screws on a modified cap: this one has a nozzle similar to a pool toy on it. Master Jack then goes to put away the machine, "No masturbating while I'm gone, otherwise there will be punishment." He leaves and you grin ear to ear beneath your mask. You fart out some of your skunk stink, letting out a lot of gas and filling your belly a bit more. Your dick throbs in the dildo, eager to cum, but you musn't. What if Master finds out? Maybe, he doesn't have to know...