She looks angry, walking towards you pretty fast. “What the hell are you doing here bro? I’m just trying to make enough to afford my own place and then you show up here and ruin everything?” You had to think for a second, you don’t remember having a sister, and definitely not one that knew about your new fat skunk form, but then your mind shifts and your memories begin to alter.
You were born into a family of skunks, a hefty 350 lb meathead of a dad and a chubby 200 lb skunkette mother. There was just you and your younger sister, you being four years older than her. The four of you were constantly moving from place to place being kicked out for being too smelly. You didn’t take on to the fat gene until after high school, in which your dad and mom helped you to adjust to the extra weight and extra musk production. Your sister never really bloomed like you did and she’s being monitored by your parents until she does. Because of her thin figure and lack of abundant musk, she is able to use special suits and a little magic to hide her true self altogether, making her appear human. Your head is pounding as it feels like someone hit you with a baseball bat and you tried to read an encyclopedia in 60 seconds. The entire restaurant clears as you let out a lazy PFFFT before turning to look at her again. “I’m sorry sis, having a major case of brain farts today. I’ll find a way to make it up to you, I promise. For now, let’s get out of here.” And so you both flee the scene as restaurant is left completely abandoned.
Back at your place, you finally get to be free of the constricting clothing. Your sister is there naked in her true form on the couch eating a bag of chips. She doesn’t bat an eye at your fat, naked body, and you couldn’t care either as you both are used to not wearing clothing inside the house. You call your parents and let them know the situation, surprised at how calm they are. You tell them your sister is there and that you’ll take her home later on, and they say ok. You hang up and walk back into the living room to talk to her.
“Well, I need to find a new job, not like that place will open back up anytime soon.”
“Got any ideas?”
“Not really, what’s with the brain farts lately bro, you don’t usually screw up that badly?”
“I don’t know, since this morning everything has been off. I’m just really, really horny and gassy lately. More so than usual.” You let out a quick PFFFT to accentuate your point.
“Genes, huh?” She spreads her legs and lets out a quiet toot just to make you not feel awkward.
“Yeah, speaking of which, what’s going on with you lately?”
“Oh, y’know, I’m able to control myself. I have to fill my room in the morning and I’m able to purge the smell before I leave every day, I guess I really don’t have the same skunk gene that you guys have.” She starts to look down, a little disappointed.
“Don’t look so down kid, mom and dad say the late bloomers are usually the strongest. You might end up heavier and smellier than me.” You lean back with your legs in the air and let a massive blast blanket the area in a thick layer of skunk musk and gas. “All you need is a good meal to jumpstart it.”
She looks at you, then looks away, then shrugs her shoulders, “Alright, I’m out of ideas. What do you suggest?”