That was the longest time he ever spent on a call. He didn’t think he would ever get off the phone. He didn’t know the shrimp was bad, he just got a good deal on just the right amount of shrimp for the two of them. In hindsight, he probably should’ve realized what was wrong when he saw his wife drive away from the restaurant, when they rode in together, and left him there. After a few more phone calls he finally managed to get a ride back to his home so he could check on his wife to make sure she was ok. He had to spend sometime choosing his words carefully, she already changed the locks on him once for his antics, he didn’t want that to happen again. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door to his house, and was not prepared for the absolute horror that billowed out from the living room. He never smelled something so vile, not even on the construction sites he had to temp for. “What the hell is going on in here Hen!? Goddamn! Did something die in here?” Charles held his nose as he braved the visible stink cloud that impaired the majority of his senses. Looking around the room, he saw no sign of his wife, so he kept looking, opening windows to let the putrid stench out. Walking to the kitchen yielded a similar result, no Henrietta and more windows being opened. By now, all the plants have wilted and any critter nearby has either run away, dug underground, or died. With nowhere else left to check, Charles took a deep breath, covered his nose once more, and burst into the door to the bedroom.
The wereskunk sat with her knees on the bed, fingering her ass as putrid wind escaped from her juicy hole. The source of the stink was right there on his bed, and there was no sign of his wife anywhere. He prepared to shove that creature off his bed, but forgot the reason why he was holding his nose in a fit of rage. The wereskunk saw this opportunity and plastered him with a fart tinged with skunk spray as the liquid ass juice coated his entire face. Not only did he whiff, he completely fell over into a hacking and wheezing fit, practically dying over the stench. He was then put on his back as the wereskunk laid across his chest, a voice that sounded too familiar came out of it. “This is all your fault Charles. Look at what you did to me.” Charles struggled to move his body underneath the pelvis of this wereskunk. “Hen, are you serious right now!? Why the fuck are you stinking up the entire house? What the fuck are you doing? Damn!” He didn’t even try to hide his frustration as he did everything in his power to not breathe in the funk coming off the wereskunk on top of him.
“Maybe you’ll understand if you see things my way hun.” That was the last thing Charles heard the wereskunk say before he was covered in musky skunk pussy. Her labia were massive and puffy, enough to suffocate poor Charles. He tried to scream, but all it did was stimulate her as she forcefully ground her pussy against his face. The farts and skunk spray didn’t stop either as the the rest of his clothes were covered in the wet filth. Just when Charles thought it couldn’t get worse, the walls surrounding his face got tight, so tight he feared his head would get crushed. The wereskunk had started to orgasm all over his face, and he was starting to actually like it as his pants got uncomfortable quickly. The skunk then rose up off of him and rotated, turning her deadly, funky ass towards him. “I have a feeling you’ll come around after this.” Henrietta said as she turned her musky footpaws to his pants and started to rub the length of his shaft. Charles couldn’t believe himself, in all his years he had never been so much of a sub. He was strictly an alpha, taking asses and pussies every night, they way he wanted to. He always left women satisfied. Now here he was, eating an animal’s pussy and getting a footjob while forced to eat it’s ass. Why did this animal sound so much like his wife? What did he do to deserve this? As if being stuck inside a musky pussy wasn’t bad enough, the skunk let out a loud, long, and wet fart right into poor Charles’s face point blank, his face getting blown back by the force and his eyes tearing up from the stench. He blanked out immediately after, going into a tranced state where he was drooling with his mouth open. At that moment, he started to change.
The once bald-headed black man suddenly sprouted long, straight, brown hair that was just a little bit darker than his skin. His beard and mustache fell out, leaving nothing but a smooth, baby face that was getting rounder and softer each second. His shoulders condensed down to a more feminine size as his body did the same. His chest, once housing a dad bod, began to fill out into proper breast, making him a shemale. Hir body and leg hair then followed suit as shi sort of shrunk out of hir clothes. Henrietta got up and watched her former husband’s clothes fall off of hir body. Shi tried to bend down and pick up hir boxers, but that only caused a surge to continue hir transformation as he was put on hir knees. Hir once flat ass plumped and bubbled up, becoming so round and soft that shi couldn’t fit hir boxers past hir thighs anymore. Hir thighs then followed hir ass, making hir bottom heavy unlike Henrietta. With hir gender changed, hir stomach then chimed in for hir wereskunk transformation. In place of body hair, crème fur started to take over hir body. Dark brown fur grew in hir palms and soles as hir hands and feet turned into paws, with little crème paw pads in them. Shi let out a loud, wet belch as hir tits perked slightly and hir gut sagged a little. Hir ears turned furry and moved up to the top of hir skull as hir face stretched out to a muzzle, a dark brown nose matching hir hair forming at the peak of it. A dark brown stripe parted her face, hair, and back as shi then stretched out. Hir gut rumbled more violently as shi clenched it, preparing for the worst. A loud, wet fart erupted from her luscious cheeks, and shi was beginning to feel pleasure from it. Shi let out another fart as hir spine extended, a dark brown and crème striped tail coming out just above hir gassy rear. One more fart and hir tail extended to its full length, hir cheeks parted slightly to reveal a moist, crème-colored donut. Shi stood on her digit-grade paws and looked hirself over, shi was shorter than Henrietta by a pretty decent margin (Charles was slightly taller than her). While not as furry as Henrietta, Charles’s fur was quite a bit softer and smoother than the muscle-fat wereskunk in front of hir. Hir hair was longer, hir ass was bigger, hir paws were smaller, and shi looked more feminine. Shi didn’t even consider hirself to be Charles anymore, shi would have to come up with a new name.
Henrietta took a good look at her transformed mate and smiled to herself, “You’re absolutely perfect, my little sweet thang. Now for the last part.”