As soon as you think to move out of the bathroom, your stomach acts up again, putting you right back to square one as you unload more smelly waste. As you fill the restroom with more of your scent, you find that it bothers you less and less, to the point where it doesn’t even bother you anymore. As you’ve begun to take a liking to your new scent, you start to feel horny, your pussy aching for a touch and you feeling the urge to shove a dick in your needy snatch. You reach between your pink, moist, fleshy pussy lips and start to masturbate in the stall. You use your fingers and rock back and forth on the seat, your tongue falls out as you pant like a dog, overcome with feelings of pleasure. You pause for a moment and let your dirty, puffy anus squeeze out rancid, skunky air into the already toxic restroom. The cloud thickens as you continue to masturbate and fart, no longer worried about someone catching you. As you come to a climax, you let out a deep, bassy fart into the toilet as you gush all over the walls, the door, the floor, and yourself. You clothes are soaked in skunk and pussy juice, so they are beyond ruined, but you finally feel some relief. Opening the stall, you eye yourself in the mirror at your new form. Through the haze, you can make out a plump outline of a female skunk anthro with a exaggerated question-mark booty, perky F cup tits, a slight pudge, and thighs thicker than oatmeal. You adore your rotten scent, it smells like heaven to you, taking deep huffs of the bathroom air. You open the door, prepared to walk outside, but you run into a problem.