You lean into your roommate’s armpits once again and it smells wonderful. As you sniff, you feel your thoughts drift and the outside world fades.
“Submitting to your alpha before your transformation is complete, huh?” You barely hear your roommate say through the fog of your mind caused by this godly stench. “You know, I could speed along your transformation and submission if you want,” he says as he stands.
You somehow already know his ideas and agree to them without knowing what they are as you lay your face below where he sat. He sits upon your face and you immediately fall in love with his ass musk. Your mind falls even more blank and you don’t even notice the absence of fresh air, this is your oxygen now. After a few minutes, you hear him let a ripe one rip as skunk spray invades your nose. A voice in the back of your head yells out that this is wrong and disgusting but, the voice telling you otherwise is stronger. The need to server your room mate… no, your master is stronger.
“And here comes the changes,” master says as you slightly feel the changes through the endless euphoria but, you know you’re just cementing your change into a skunk like him, your master. Your memories fade as new ones replace them, memories of serving master.
You eventually come to your senses and feel that the transformation has halted at a halfway point. “I’ll give you a choice,” master says, “you can choose to change into a skunk like me in two ways; under your own free will or erase the rest of your free mind to become a slave under me, your new alpha skunk.”
You try to formulate thought and try to decide what you shall do.