Seeing nothing that would get the stink out of her clothes, she decided to just trash them, making sure to take her name badge off. The smell still lingered on her, but at least she could pass it off as a particularly nasty incident with some skunks in the restroom. Besides, she knew a few of the janitors who were actual skunks, so maybe she could get lucky with one of them. Melissa shook her head, she wasn’t there to fuck, she was there to work and see what she could do about keeping her job. With the trash bag in hand, she waited until the coast was clear to make a B-line to the back door so she could find the janitors and throw the garbage out. Seemed like a slow day, because she made it straight back to their office without anyone seeing or noticing her. It was there that she finally met the two skunk janitors.
Gus (the older and fatter of the two) had short hair and an obviously dirty outfit that he didn’t bother cleaning or washing. He kept his hair short, had yellow teeth, and smelled worse than most skunks would. From far away, he smelled like sweat and sewage, but up close was straight musk, BO, cheese dick, and rot in his breath. She could’ve sworn Gus lived in an actual dumpster or just actively avoided anything clean, he certainly smelled like it.
Then there was Melissa’s preferred contact Kris, the slimmer, better smelling, cuter janitor that worked behind the scenes. Kris wears longer hair tied in a single braid that he dyes purple. Like Melissa, he has a tiny gut full of gas that is visible no matter what he wears. He at least makes an effort to be clean, wearing lavender and mint scents whenever he deals with humans and smell-sensitive creatures. Gus might be the disgusting slob, but Kris is a laidback, effeminate dude bro with an ass that’s slightly smaller than Melissa’s newly transformed skunk ass. Tossing the bag in the dumpster, she opted to get Kris’ attention, who just happened to be nearby doing inventory of some cleaning supplies. Melissa tried to get his attention without blowing her cover, not knowing where Gus is.
“How can I help you ma’am? This is an employee only area.”
“Kris, it’s Melissa. Your boss?”
“Woah, really? Nice try skunk lady, my boss can’t stand skunks, especially not one as strong as you.”
“You think I wanted to end up like this? You think I chose to be one of these disgusting cretins that thrive in the most vile filth while producing such a horrid stench? What do you take me for?”
“Ah yep, that’s boss lady’s accent alright. Mind giving me a rundown of what happened since you’re now wearing your white and smelly stripes so proudly now? I must say it is an improvement.”
Melissa gave him a stern, judging look as she recounted her day to him.
“I see, Gus’ niece had to shop for her kid and you got the business end of a rough day.” That gigantic oaf had family!? Melissa couldn’t believe it.
“Is there any way I can turn back to normal?”
“I don’t think you’re quite done transforming yet. Considering you still remember yourself as human, it means you need just a little bit more before you’ll be ok. Believe me, I wasn’t always a skunk, but I don’t remember much about my life before that.” He started to strip out of his uniform and wrap his tail around her. The two bottom-heavy skunks took a minute to bask in each other’s scents. Melissa had finally stopped smelling like Sakona and Karina’s asses and adapted her own brand of musk, which smelt of rotten eggs, tomatoes, and potatoes. Kris let out a faint hiss as his smell entered her nostrils, and while pungent, didn’t actually offend her. It smelt of sweat and dirty laundry mixed with wet animal and ass, but she found it kind of comforting. Was she beginning to fall for her employee, while on the clock no less? She pushed him off of her, blushing visibly under her fur. Then…