She got back into her car and drove to her house, trying her best to out that traumatic experience behind her. She swore that she could still taste the putrid excuse for food that she was forced to swallow. All would be right with the world once she got back inside, took her dirty panties off, took a nice, relaxing bath, and cleansed her palette with some iced tea. She got up to her stoop when her stomach started to act up again. She bent over a little and clutched it. “Not now!” she said, “Not after all that I’ve been through today!” She tried to clench but was unable to stop the cacophonous wind that was powerful enough to blow the back of her dress up. She used the energy from her embarrassment to quickly open the door and close it behind her, before an even louder fart burst from her smelly cheeks. With her brown eyes shifting to a glowing emerald green, she started to feel herself shift. Her already plump form started to swell in size as tried to soothe her loud, aching belly. She let out a bubbly fart that smelled worse than her diarrhea from earlier. She started to feel hot, so she took off her dress as she tried to hurry to the bathroom. She couldn’t help but feel ashamed as her ass jiggled and tooted with every hurried step that she took. Her complexion started to get darker and darker, her whole body started to itch. She managed to make it into her room before some real noticeable changes started to affect her. Her hands swelled up, her nails turned black, and her arm grew a patch of espresso brown fur. She wasn’t that dark normally, until she looked into her mirror and saw that same color all over her body. She heaved for air as her bra dug into her chest, feeling an almost animalistic need to tear her clothing off of her body. With another toot, she finally was able to breathe, only to immediately regret it as soon as she caught wind of her last fart. It was absolutely rancid. She coughed and sputtered as her ass chimed in again, this time with an extra growth just above it. She snarled a little as her face started to shift, a large muzzle taking the place of her lower face. With that muzzle came her new sense of smell. Her ass no longer smelled unbearable to her, it still stunk terribly, but it was as if her brain had switched to prefer bad smells over pleasant ones. She flexed her back instinctively as a three foot tail grew in length, spreading out like a feather duster. Looking back at her tail, there were two beige stripes running down the length of her tail and covering the underside of it. Takin another look at the mirror, she saw that her hair had taken that exact shade as well, not to mention her chest and inner hands and feet. Her stomach rumbled once more, this one more violent than ever before, and instead of running to her bathroom, she just leaned in a comfortable pose and let loose the most terrible gas of any creature she’s ever seen. The fart felt like it was going on for hours, before long she could see the visible, yellow stink cloud coming back towards her. Once she felt empty enough, she stood back up and walked towards her mirror again to look at herself. She didn’t have to get close.
Where once stood an obese black woman in her early fourties’ now stands a musclefat skunk with dark brown fur and light brown stripes. She looked like an oversized butch with the way her hair fell, but she didn’t care about that. Where Henrietta chastised people for smelling like filth, the skunk smelled like fetid sewage and enclosed musk, you could almost see the stink lines coming off of her. Her armpits stank, her cleavage stank, her pussy and ass obviously stank, even her feet radiated her musk. And it was turning her on.