“What in the world are you doing to me?!” you ask in a rage.
“Oh nothing much,” he says,
“Ho hum, just the usual, turning you into a skunk-person.”
“Wait what?!!” you say now realizing that you have definitely made a huge mistake by taking that stupid path into this jungle.
“Don’t worry so much, it will take at least another few good blasts of my skunk-spray. Just think, once the transformation is over, you’ll be able to spray just like me! We could rule the whole forest if we wanted to!”
He gets a sort of dreamy look in his eyes. Perhaps thinking about a crown or even a thrown to sit upon...
But one thing is for sure, you need to get out of here and fast!
While he is destracted, you slowly try to back away, afraid that if he spots you, you’ll be sprayed with even more stinky musk.
“Not so fast!” he says grabbing you with more speed than a cheetah,
“I haven’t finished with you yet.”
With that, he quickly turns around, backing you up against a tree with only inches separating your nose and his ass.
“Now, I am going to spray you some more, until you’re covered with my scent. Then upon farting, I will make you a permanent skunk-man.” he says, and you can tell he is smiling.
Suddenly, you see his pucker-hole bloom outwards and 2 fleshy nible peak out.
“Don’t. Move.” he breaths.
-Silence follows-
Then with a grunt of built up presher, green, misty skunk-spray explodes in your face.
A slite *ppssssssssssssttt* is heard in the almost defining quiet of the woods.
He lifts his tail higher, moving up and down side to side covering you in viel skunk-spray.
You try to close your eyes, but you can’t. The stink fills your lungs and begins to surround you in a greenish haze.
“Stop!” you try to say, but obviously can not.
Finally, after your front half is drenched in musk, he stops.
Then he leans close and sniffs...
“Yup! P.U. I got you good! Now turn around so I can do your backside!” he grins.
Sulkingly you do.
Again his pucker hole let’s out twin jets of spray at your top and bottom.
...
Now you smell whose than a rotting pile of sun baked dead fish.
After finishing up the skunk-man says, “There, except for the final touch, that’s the last of it.”
In a few split seconds, you feel a pleasureadle tingle corse through your poor skunk-stinking body.
Uh oh.
In just a few minutes, you have become a full skunk-man! Last to come is your spray gland, from under your tail. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all, if you can get revenge on anyone who trys to hurt you...
“Now to make this permanent...” the skunk-man is about to release his gass on you when you shout,
“Wait!”
“Oh what now,” he responds, lowering his bottom.
“Is there any other way that I can get out of this without you completing this transformation?”
-Again, silence-
“No.” he says finally, “Unless you know of someone else who could join us.”
Then, without another thought, he releases his fart upon you.
Using his tail, he fans it in your direction.
This time the smell nearly knocks you out. What on earth has this skunk been eating?!
“There,” he grins again seeing your sad look, “All done. I suppose you’ll be happy to know that not many preorders will want to hunt you thanks to your white stripe and scent gland. So really, I’ve done you a favor.”
‘Yeah right,’ you think, not daring to voice your thought.
“Oh come on,” he says, “It’s not that bad is it?”
You shake your head, “No, I just wish that I could remain human.”
“You are human.”
“Am I? Or are you just saying that. And besides, I mean Fully human.”
you point out bitterly.
“Look,” he says to you seriously, “I just want to fulfill my purpose and that is to make others of my own. Sooner or later, I am going to build an empire. And then, no horrible human will be able to stop me.
Now the question really is: will you join me? You’re stuck in that skunk athro body for the rest of your live so why not?” ...