They both walk up to open the door. The scent still lingered in the air around them before they opened it. As they did, they saw a man, laid out unconscious and decided to bring him inside. As he was brought inside they watched him transform. His gut expanded and burst from his pants, his feet burst out of his socks and shoes, and he got covered in brown fur. Marina could tell he wasn’t transforming into a skunk, but the air around them still caused a transformation. The skunk fairy scoffed at Marina, giving her the look saying ‘told you’. The man regained consciousness, blowing a fart out in the process and looked at the fat and naked Marina. He smiled and said, “Well hi there neighbor, how are you today?” Odd response from this fat weasel man, but Marina would rather take a welcome than a get out from her own apartment. “Umm, hi there.” She said meekly, looking at her fairy slave for any sort of idea as to what was happening. The weasel man got up and walked towards the door, but not before bending over and giving his own massive blast of gas to put the fairy’s gas to shame. “Consider that my welcome gift, you’re gonna like it here. When you get some time, you should come say hi to the others. Well, I’m off to do some work, stay beautiful.” With that the weasel man left.
So Marina processed that during her slobby transformation she somehow blew enough ass to engulf and transform her entire apartment and change everyone into an anthro creature that either is slobby like her, likes her stink, or both like her next door weasel neighbor. She just couldn’t be bothered to take up the invitation to go outside though, she was enjoying herself and the slob that she was. Not to mention she gained a fairy maid that kept her from having to do much cleaning or moving, she could at least watch from afar, Maine get a view from the balcony of any events hosted. Seemingly making up her mind, Marina walked to her fridge to find some more food, grabbing a container of ice cream and walking back to the couch. Her small but growing fairy maid was sure to keep her seat as comfy as she liked it, while making sure Marina didn’t gas herself out or bury herself in shit. By this point, she was well into the 600 lb range and had a stink so bad it was peeling paint and wallpaper from the walls. Her fairy maid had a very sizable gut, about the size of a tennis ball, while she began to like her own smell of old cheese and sweaty laundry. The two were set to enjoy their hedonism, but there was still something missing...