A bitch by more than a name, Melissa was just not having a good day. After her husband leaving with the kids despite him cheating on her, her mood was anything but up. She had burned her tongue on her coffee and forgot to go grocery shopping, so she couldn’t even really have a good morning breakfast in peace. Not to mention, she had to come in early due to her manager being ill and having to leave her the majority of the work. Despite all this, she still came into work and tried her hardest to be friendly. She used the company as an excuse whenever she felt herself getting a little heated or emotional, but there was one group in particular that just would let her rush through her day without incident. A mother and daughter, both skunks, were attempting to try on clothes. She ran an inventory on their skunk disinfecting products and they were running a little low in cleaning materials. She had two choices, either let them go and order more later (it takes three weeks for the speciality disinfectant to ship) or try and convince them to leave, which seemed to work with the other customers. She took a deep breath, and walked on behind them.
Ten minutes later…
Every one of her senses were damaged, the skunk stink was clouding her vision, smell, taste, and touch. It was like she was laying out, watching her body from a clear sewer pipe just above it. She finally started to feel again, but she didn’t like what she was feeling. It was like her skin was crawling, the stench of skunk taking form and making her hair stand on end. She saw black fur cover her arms and white fur cover her chest. Her hair began to turn white as she felt the air seep into her pores, turning into her body odor. She felt the changes happen, watching her body morph into an anthro skunk, but some part of her was loving every change, as if it was turning her on. She watched her tail burst out and her ears pop up on her head and she could help but rub herself watching her change. She felt herself fill up with gas as she burped a few times before her stimulation became too much. Her out-of-body experience ended as she came and farted at the same time, curling up as she took her paws off the floor, adding to the miasma of skunky farts. As she calmed down, she rose up off the toilet and opened the door to the stall, wanting to see the damage done to her. She didn’t look too different from her human form, her hair had gotten longer and naturally formed a bang that covered one eye. Her breasts were still C cups, her hips and ass might have blown up a bit, but the biggest change was her constant bloat she felt. Only showing itself as a tiny belly bulge, she felt like a literal whoopee cushion, ready to blow out massive farts at any second. Another big change was the visible stench constantly hanging around her. It didn’t smell to her, but it definitely made her self conscious. Her skunk paws no longer fit in her shoes, so she ended up throwing those away. Her clothes still fit her, but they were drenched in skunk, not to mention her new scent did not help that problem one bit. She would have to shut down this bathroom for sure, but how could she leave the restroom in this state?