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"You know what I really enjoy about you Stinky?" Grant says, running his hand over your matted back fur.

"Uhh no!" You say, snuggling into the dog's chest.

"I love that you're too dumb to know when you are being made fun of and taken advantage of. I can call you a disgusting, diaper-loving pervert and you'll just laugh it off." Grant says, his black eyes glinting.

"Hehehe. But I do love diapers, Master." You respond.

"Don't ever change, kid." Grant says scratching your head lightly with his claws.

It has been four weeks since Grant relocated you to this cozy 'playroom.' With no doors or windows it is inescapable. Only Grant can permit anyone to enter or exit, but it's not as though you would try to escape if you could. You have lost every shred of your human identity and now live as the dimwitted skunk known as Stinky. Knowing little beyond your admiration of strong, pungent odors and your programmed love of Grant the playroom has been heavenly for you. You sleep in your massive crib, now quite suffused with your heady musk and sweat. You regularly make use of the magical diapers you wear. They fill and fill and can only be removed by Grant. The dogs visits please you most. He feeds you food and formula with laxative properties forcing you to use your diaper even more than usual. You've gained quite a bit of weight in the preceding weeks making you far sweatier and smellier. You are a very simple-minded skunk and life in this prison of a playroom is simple.

Grant arrived some hours ago and promptly allowed you to suck his dick. A task that you were more than happy to perform. He said that you did a good job and then fed you a bottle of formula. As you guzzled Grant explained that he had a surprise for you, but refused to announce what it was. When the bottle was through, naturally, you made a huge mess in your diaper and collapsed into your master's lap where you now lay.

"I won't. Promise. Hey master didn't you uhh, say you had a surprise or somethin'?" You say, burrowing your cartoonishly large, red nose into Grant's armpit for a whiff. The dog obliges your effort.

"Yes! I do. I'm surprised you remembered." The dog says. "It's more of a secret really. I think you're going to like it."

"Ooooh! I love surprises. What is it? Somethin' stinky?!" You say excitedly.

"Not exactly. Get your nose out of my fur and stand up. I'll show you." Grant says. You force yourself to let go of the dog and stand beside him. You are shamelessly wearing nothing more than your sagging, browned diaper, and a goofy grin on your face. "So Stinky, what do you see?" He sweeps his arm around the room. You follow the motion, but can't understand to what Grant would like to draw your attention. Struggling, you look at the dog.

"Uhhmm. 'Da playroom?" You say.

"Look beyond the playroom." Grant says.

"What do ya' mean?" You ask. Grant remains silent and you focus on the distant, pink playroom wall. For a moment you see nothing out of the ordinary but then the wall seems to shimmer. All of the playroom walls shimmer along with the floor and ceiling. They become translucent and in a moment you can see through them somewhat. Outside of your isolated playroom is a swirling grey void. Despite being larger than Grant you wrap your paws around his arm in shock. You soon notice a number of figures in the darkness. The figures soon resolve into definite image. They are myriad and some appear to be humanlike, others are indescribable and tangled masses of miasma. What shocks you though is the fact that they are all watching you. They watch with a lustful excitement, even when they realize that you can now see them. You feel suddenly embarrassed by your appearance and attempt to hide behind Grant. This effort is fruitless both because the external viewers are all around the room and because you are taller and far wider than Grant.

"Wh--who are 'dey?" You say sheepishly.

"These are your loving fans Stinky. Your playroom is like a zoo exhibit. Come see the filthy diaper skunk! Kinky beings around the universe can come here to watch you being a horny idiot all day long if they want." Grant says, waving to a creature lingering outside the nearby wall. It is a gray reptilian of some sort who watches you with particular interest.

You had never truly known shame as Stinky before now and the feeling confuses you. You love heady smells and you love to please Grant, but you are embarrassed to be seen by all these other creatures. You feebly try to cover your full diaper with your paws, but it is to no effect. A pair of the creatures point at you and giggle at your attempt at modesty. You blush brightly beneath your black cheek-fur.

"What?! You mean 'dey watch me all 'da time? Even when I do poopies?" You say.

"Especially when you do poopies Stinky. They watch when I feed you, they watch when you sleep, and they watch when you are blowing a load into your diaper for the fourth time in a day." Grant says, ribbing you.

"But, but I don't 'tink I like 'dat! I don't want 'dem ta see me." You say. Grant flashes you a feigned frown.

"What's the problem baby? You've always been a slob, now you know you're being watched. All you have to do is be your repulsive self." Grant says. You are torn again between stating your discomfort and obeying your master.

"Yeah, but Grant I liked it when it was just me an' you." You say. The dog ignores you completely.

"There is one more thing." Grant says, gesturing to the gray reptile who had been watching you so closely. The character approaches the wall and slowly merges through it. You hide behind Grant again, wishing he would make the intruder go away. "Do you happen to know what the word 'prostitution' means Stinky?"

"P-pros-duh--umm no." You say.

"Hahaha! Well listen, this is Bazz. He is a colleague of mine and he happens to be your biggest fan." Grant says. The reptilian creature glides to a stop before Grant and yourself. He is a uniquely proportioned creature. His whole body is slight and lithe except for his arms which are huge, burly and coated with plates on their outsides as opposed to the leathery skin with which he is otherwise coated. He has a vaguely reptilian head with a boxy, snake-like muzzle filled with sharp teeth. He has over-large cool-blue eyes with sclera colored the same shade of grey as his skin. Bazz approaches you slowly and you remain attached to Grant's backside. "I owe Bazz a favor. When I asked if he'd like some one-on-one time with you he jumped at the chance." Grant turns around and holds your shoulders. "Bazz is going to be your master for a few weeks. Your 'daddy.' He has some fun ideas planned for you so be a good skunk alright?" The dog releases you and begins to walk away.

"Grant wait. Don't leave." You say, grabbing the dog's arm in your meaty paw. The dig instantly turns around with a terrible piercing glare.

"You better behave or I swear I will change you into a clean diaper. You don't want that do you?" He says.

"No don't! I've been wearin' dis' one for days." You say, hugging the crinkling garment.

"Good. Go meet your daddy." The dog says before floating backwards out of the playroom. You can see the creatures outside, but the room has otherwise returned to normal. Fiddling with your chubby paws you turn to Bazz. The gray reptilian is nude so his excitement is apparent. You plan to at least try to obey Grant's order.

"Uhhm Hi d-daddy Bazz." You say. Bazz's blue eyes light up and he strides toward you. His gait is strange, with his huge arms moving stiffly with his skinny body between them. He pulls you into a hug and you are pressed tightly into his leathery chest. Despite your discomfort you are happy that Bazz has a pleasantly rank body odor. Bazz's well clawed hands find their way to your diaper and he begins to loudly grope and crinkle it squishing its contents against your bum inside. He humps your front lightly as well.

"Nice and full. Good, Stinky." Bazz says. He continues to caress you hungrily as if sizing you up.

"T'anks daddy. I love usin' my big diapers." You say dumbly.

"Mhm mnn, I bet you do you fat, disgusting slob." Bazz says, pulling his face away to eye you suggestively. You are still embarrassed by the watchers, but Bazz's dirty talk excites you and reminds you of Grant. You giggle and fall into a crevice of Bazz's shoulder muscles. I brought a present for you Stinky."

"You did?!" You say.

"Sure did. Anything for you baby. Check it out." Bazz says. He raises a hand and summons from thin-air a bottle filled with formula. "It's a little bit stronger than what Grant feeds you, but I feed it to all my babies."

"Yay! Feed me." You say, wrapping your arms around Bazz's trunk.

"Wow, you really are dumb huh? That's so sexy. Open up." Bazz says. He sits on the chair where Grant had previously fed you. You sit on your knees, with your big, dumb head in Bazz's lap. He runs a huge hand under your chin, stroking your fur. The reptile then offers you the bottle and you clamp your lips around it and begin to suck. The taste is incredible, as Bazz suggested. You groan as you suck down the sweet, creamy mixture. Your eyes flutter, the taste is truly amazing. Bazz watches you with earnest adoration and occasionally rubs your flabby sides. The bottle is soon empty, but you continue to suck until the last drop is gone.

"Ohhh wow. Bazz 'dat was so good. *brraaarp*" You say.

"Haha. I know. That's what they all say. Well, before..." Bazz says, watching you intently. You belch a few more times before you feel a gurgling sensation in your stomach. Your pulse begins to race, you feel warm all over.

"Oomph, I feel kinda funny." You say.

"Here it comes." Bazz says.

"I feel kinda bloated." You say, causing Bazz to laugh.

Suddenly your entire body begins to swell. You stand in surprise as your arms, your belly, and your legs begin to bulk up. You bring your fat, sausage fingers to your face and feel it filling out as well. Your cheeks are becoming chubbier and even your big, black lip is swelling to an outrageous size. You turn to Bazz with shock.

"What is -urrf- what's happenin' ta me?! I'm gettin' fatter!" You shout.

"This is nothing." Bazz says, licking one of his claws and groping himself lewdly.

Your belly is growing most rapidly. You try to catch the wild girth in your arms, but it is soon too heavy. The changes are completely overwhelming. Your ass has expanded some distance behind you. You crane your flabby neck back to see that your diaper has magically grown to fit. As your entire body balloons in size you begin to sweat more than usual. The rank fluid fills your fatty folds.

"*Burrp* But I don' wanna be 'dis big. I can't--I can't" You say. Your weight has grown so quickly that it has become too much to carry. Your hyper-thick legs buckle and you fall to your huge butt on top of your diaper's contents. You groan and grunt as you try to stand again, but you are simply too fat. Your sweaty ass sloshes back and forth for a moment before coming to rest. Meanwhile your belly is so large that you can no longer reach your navel.

"Hunnh. I can't *uurp* can't get up! I can't stand anymore!" You say with some difficulty. Between your new flabby jowls and the jiggling, hyper-lip it is difficult to talk; to say nothing of your gassy burps. Your arms stick uselessly out of your blobby frame, but you try to flail them anyway. "Grant, master help me! Uurph, help, I don't wanna be 'dis big. 'Dis is too much!"

"Ohh I don't 'tink' Master will be coming to your rescue, haha." Bazz says, pointing to a point behind your head. You turn your thick neck around and peer outside of the playroom to find Grant. He is floating amongst the lascivious watchers and is furiously masturbating to you. His tongue lolls out of his mouth and he watches you with a detached coldness.

"Please, master. I don't like 'dis." You say pitifully. The expanding has finally ended. You sit as an enormous blob of fat with your diaper clinging to your bottom half and collecting all of your waste. Your many, many folds of fat are saturated with sweat. You pant helplessly between belches.

"Oooh look at you! How do you feel? Bazz asks, approaching you. You know you are too heavy to be able to move, but you jiggle in place regardless.

"I feel *Braarp* disgustin'. I'm so sweaty." You say. Secretly you do enjoy the incredibly terrible odor you are giving off. The fumes are constantly arising from your matted fur and diaper far below. But you don't know Bazz and even after seeing Grant's betrayal you hope he will set you free.

"You sure are. Damn, I've been wanting to make a slob out of you for weeks." Bazz says, taking in every inch of your massive form. You can only frown your chubby face at him. He approaches and lays against your belly which moistens his front with your thick sweat. "Mmph, you smell disgusting Stinky."

"Oh no." You say. You feel a second rumbling in your belly reminding you of the formula's other intended effect. You contort your face and squirm as much as possible. "I h-have to go."

"Well that's what diapers are for aren't they?" Bazz says, stroking your crinkling garment.

"H-hey let go." You say.

"Ohh no. You are all mine and believe me when I say that I will do -whatever- I want with you. Additionally, no one is going to save you. Even your precious master is out there getting off at your shame." Bazz says, he climbs atop your belly slightly leaning in for a kiss. Before he reaches you though you start to fill your diaper. You piss and poo at the same time and with nowhere to go mess squeezes into every crevice of your bum. Bazz grabs your wide head in his oversized hands and kisses you deeply. He explores your mouth with his long, snake-like tongue and strokes your chins. The creature takes great pleasure in licking your shiny, black lip and the big tusks that jut up from your lower jaw. All of this while you are filling your diaper. You soon finish and are literally sitting in a pile of filth. Bazz finishes snogging and hops off of your belly as you make some final farts. You now smell freshly odiferous and frown helplessly at the watchers outside who are now unanimously pleasing themselves or one another at your predicament.

"These are some quality diapers. Look at that thickness!" Bazz says, he gently kneads the yellowed front of your diaper which has expanded to a few inches thickness. He walks around to your backside tracing a claw along the top of the diaper. He pats your messy side heartily, assessing the contents. "Very nice Stinky. What a good diaper bitch. I bet you like to shit yourself like that huh?" You blush furiously. He is correct, but you don't want to admit this.

"Y-yes *Uurp* yes daddy. I love fillin' my big diaper." You say. You have a terrible itch in one of your neck folds, but cannot bend your fat arms enough to reach it.

"That's good. And now that you can't move that's all you're going to be doing. You are going to sit here sweating, shitting, and peeing yourself. A dumb blob of a skunk. And I'll be here all along to keep an exceedingly close eye on you." Bazz says. "But, believe it or not, you're not done growing yet!" Bazz points to a distant corner of the room which you knew to be empty. When you turn your head to look however you find a massive metallic tank attached to a valve and hosing.

"Woah, what 'da heck is 'dat 'ting?!" You ask. Bazz ignores you and summons the hose into his hand telekinetically. He begins to mount your chest again with hose in hand. You resume your flailing which does absolutely nothing to move your oversized body. You jiggle your flabby neck in protest. "No way! Stop. I don't wanna be bigger."

"Stinky." Bazz says sternly. "That's no way to talk to your daddy." With excited eyes the reptile shoves the soft hose into your mouth. With his free hand he makes a flipping motion toward the machine and it whirs into motion. He turns back to you looking up at him with wide, panicked eyes. "Lets make sure the tube doesn't slip out now." Bazz says as you notice a stream of white formula slowly travelling through the tube. Bazz summons two magical rings which wrap themselves around your big muzzle, clamping it firmly onto the tube. You shake your head, but the tube remains in place.

"Now no play time for you until all of this yummy formula is gone." Bazz says. He sits before you in the chair and watches with anticipation as the cream hits your mouth.

"Mppph! Nnngg" You protest before your mouth is flooded with formula. It is the same heavenly, transformative kind that Bazz had fed you to bloat you to this outrageous girth. How massive will you get if you drink the entire tank's worth? It flows steadily and continuously allowing you just enough time to swallow a mouth-load before it is replaced. And with the huge quantity you are ingesting the transformation is happening even faster than before. Your groaning stomach expands with your every pulse. Heady sweat slows freely, trickling into your diaper and onto the floor. Your wild eyes have no effect on Bazz who is just now beginning to please himself. He rubs your clinging sweat onto his face and kneads his testicles as you continuously expand. You don't know what will happen to you if you consume all of this formula, but you are helpless to stop it at any case. All you can do is soil yourself for the pleasure of the creatures around you. As you lose count of your chins and as your arms disappear into your swelling mass you wish Grant would rescue you and put you down for a nap.

"Stinky. You are truly disgusting." Bazz says, licking his lips.

"Mmmph! Mh mmhh!" You moan.