The smell of your own stink begins to grow stronger as you feel the black latex of your body, trying to come to terms with the odd sensation of seeing a black latex skunk paw stroke black latex skin, but feeling as if it were your normal hand rubbing across latex.
You notice your cock becoming erect and you find yourself eagerly sniffing the air, enjoying the scent of your own stink. You let out more gas, bending over to try and get more of the smell inhaled in your nostrils. The results are astonishing for the size of your member, and you begin to find yourself squeezing, trying to get more excitation, only to feel increasing frustration as nothing more substantial happens.
The door opens behind you, and you jump, staring at the masked figure in the mirror standing in the door. The shop owner's voice is slightly distorted as it filters through the diaphragm of the gas mask he is wearing. "It's no use trying to fill up the whole stall, you'll never get it strong enough. I can help with that, though." He holds up a what at first looks like two bags joined by a tube.
As it unfolds, you realize one end looks similar to a WWI style gas mask, a large bag with eyeholes, and the other looks like some sort of diaper. You suddenly get the picture, and nod. You start to talk, only to have it come out in a garbled growl. You watch in the mirror as your new lips and teeth awkwardly twitch, then take a deep breath and try again, focusing on the new longer face that you now possess. "yeth bleethe" you finally manage to lisp out.
The gas masked owner gives what might be a chuckle from inside his mask as he expertly pulls the bag over your head and zips it shut. You stare at the muffled figure in the mirror as he straps the other end around your groin area, deftly tying the diaper around your tail and stretching things tight.
The owner flips a valve on the nose of the hood, and the diaper around your groin suddenly begins to squeeze as you breathe out. Sealed inside the closed system, your huge release of skunk spray totally overwhelms you, sending an instant shock to your groin. You open your mouth in what might have been a gasp, but the strong stink tastes so great that it provokes another gasp and fart. The shocks begin reverberating through your body as wave after wave of pleasure feeds from gas release to cock to nose, and you are vaguely aware of dropping to your knees, only blurrily seeing the vague black blob of your head in the mirror through fogged lenses.
After several rounds, things begin to come, and the waves continue as wave after wave produces more and more, each release only making the diaper tighter and provoking more delicious sensations. You totally lose track of time or any other awareness, until the waves grow weaker and finally stop, leaving you gasping for breath inside your hood.
You shakily stand up, groin squeezed tightly by the huge ball that is now your diaper, cock floating somewhere inside it, squeezed and happy, but not able to react anymore, though it feels like it would if it could.
The owner's voice filters into your hood, muffled by the rubber and masked by the sound of your own breath. "I see you liked it."
You can only nod with shaky enthusiasm.
"If you stay here, I can give you that every day. But you'll never leave and will always do as I say. Or I could let you go in your current form."
As the high begins to fade, you begin thinking over the options you were given. As you do, the owner pops a valve on the diaper, releasing all the pent up fluid into a waiting bucket, before moving to your head. You regretfully help pull off the hood and stare at your black and white latex skunk face, licking your rubbery lips for the delicious taste of that smell.
Fully released from the toy, you stare at the owner, and concentrating carefully, tell him that