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You sorely wish that you had been careful what you wished for. Of course if you'd known that an off-hand comment would be mistaken for a formal wish you wouldn't have opened your mouth in the first place. Three weeks ago you were visited by a super powerful being. The creature, an anthropomorphic bull terrier named Grant, claimed to be a benevolent, meandering granter of wishes. The dog's plainly suspicious words and appearance caused you to immediately doubt him. Though Grant's seed had been planted. Flustered and excited you began to think of the many possibilities that Grant could make into realities. For his part the dog egged you on. He drove you to take a lascivious path and wish for your wildest fantasy. You have always had a penchant for strong odors and over time this taste became a deeply-seated sexual fetish. Strong smells and body odors drive you wild and with this knowledge Grant strong-armed you into wishing that you could smell pungent odors -at all times-. You didn't truly want this of course. You were caught in the excitement of the moment, but the damage had been done.

Grant revealed himself to be the disturbed character you initially assumed him to be. The dog used his powers to transform you into a hulking skunk monster. This burly form was constantly releasing potent body odor to say nothing of its malodorous spray. Grant took additional pleasure in making your skunk body look embarrassingly oafish and goofy. You were trapped in a stinking body with huge, unwieldy paws, a pronounced under bite, and a swollen red nose. You pleaded to be returned to your normal body, but Grant refused. He forced you to emit your spray which had the effect of temporarily, and greatly, reducing your intelligence. After taking advantage of you Grant took your leash in hand and led you through a portal to parts unknown. Thankfully you don't recall very much of the three days following your trip into the portal. You suddenly awoke in your bedroom in your normal, human body. Every trace of Grant's presence had vanished and you were prepared to write the experience off as a horrifying fever dream before, in the days following your awakening, some surprising symptoms became apparent.

Presently it is 9:30pm and you are rummaging through your room for a lost slice of pizza. Some faint light streams in through your shut curtains and because there are no lights illuminating the room save that of your computer you are having trouble locating your prize. Additionally your bedroom is littered with dirty laundry and discarded trash. The room smells overwhelmingly dank. You stumble over messy piles in your sweaty clothes. The scent is worsened by the summer heat and humidity. In spite of this you have been unable to bring yourself to open a window. Finally you locate the pizza slice. It is two days old and buried under a worn undershirt. Unperturbed you fall onto a pile of rags and eat the slice. When you are through you belch loudly and lazily turn toward the computer. The fresh scent of the rotten food excites you and you begin to wonder if you ought to masturbate again after having done so only a few hours earlier. For a few minutes you attempt to resist the urge, but soon give in to the temptation.

Your symptomatic problems began to arise when you first attempted to return to work the day after you awoke from your time with Grant. Working at the Apple store you had a hard time paying attention. You felt a constant need to be elsewhere; someplace dark and secluded. More alarming was your overwhelming need to indulge in every powerful smell you passed. You caught yourself sniffing an attractive male customer who had clearly just finished a workout. His heavenly body odor hypnotized you. When you realized what you were doing and that you were in serious risk of being seen you hastily informed your boss that you were ill and fled the store. When you returned home you found you were hornier than usual for the pungent odors you secretly admire. After relieving yourself you typically take a shower, but this time you decided not to. You were terribly sweaty and smelly, but you couldn't bring yourself to turn on the water. After this you shut your windows and began to allow your old clothes to pile and stink up the place. You genuinely didn't want to, but you couldn't fight the urge.

You continued to go unwashed for days and took to eating powerful smelling foods like fish and cheese. You first began to understand what was happening to you when you returned to the gym. You love a good exercise and you love the heady stench of the locker room. You were changing into your street clothes, stained from having not been washed for weeks, when a passing man threw his jockstrap into a hamper. Your body seemed to move on its own. You secretly dove after the sweaty jockstrap. Holding the dank thing in your hands you thrust your nose into it and breathed deep filling your nose with acrid stink. Your cock rapidly engorged and your breath quickened. However another change occurred. Your face began to transform into that of the skunk beast starting with the huge, red nose. You were sitting by the lockers so you quickly ran into a private shower with the jockstrap covering your increasingly furry face. In the shower you transformed completely into the skunk and only after vigorously jacking off in the shower did you return to normal. You were terrified and mortified. You returned home where you yet again had no interest in showering or airing out your room.

After this incident you stopped going to work and indeed leaving your room at all with the exception of small excursions for food. You discovered that if you smelled a strong enough odor you would again transform into the dumb skunk beast and could only return to normal after 'satiating yourself.' What's worse, with each transformation your form became increasingly brutish and dopey. This was clearly Grant's doing. You do like strong scnents, but you never wanted to be stuck in this slobbish lifestyle. The dog was apparently not through with you and was certainly having a great laugh at your ongoing embarrassment.

When you are through pleasing yourself you fall back into the nearest pile of clothes without cleaning up the mess. You sniff the horrid dankness contained in your room and wish that you could go back in time and undo your wish to Grant.

"Goddamn." You say "I just I wish I could have my life back." You scrunch into the fetal position while absently sniffing at a dirty sock. You begin to sense a familiar tingling on the back of your neck. The foreboding static makes you cringe. Rolling over you find Grant leaning against your bedroom door.

"Heeyyyy." He says "How's my goofy skunk doing?" He smiles earnestly at you.

"Rrrggg, you!" You rise angrily to your feet and point an accusing finger. "What do you want? What did you do to me?"

"Oh! some greeting for the guy who granted your greatest wish." Grant says, acting dejected. The display makes you furious. You stomp up to him angrily and grab his shoulders.

"What?! You didn't grant my-- cough, you didn't -ochh." You say. Grant only grins as you realize his angle. The dog reeks. You backpedal quickly before your beastly side forces you to give in to temptation and hold your hands over your nose. "Oh god you stink."

"You're one to talk. How long has it been since you took a shower?" Grant asks. He begins to pad toward you. "But no judgement here. You are a skunk after all."

"I'm not a skunk damnit. You did this to me." You say, keeping your distance from the reactively stinky dog.

"Oh right. I'm sorry. You're not a skunk you just stink to high-heaven like one." Grant says, watching you intently.

"G-get away from me. Stop!" You say with outstretched arms.

"Why? What's wrong?" Grant says, acting coy.

"You know what's wrong. Please, don't."

"Ohhh Stinky. Are you scared you might get a little -excited-?" Grant says. He juts out his pecs in a seductive show. You avert your eyes and pinch your nose. You cringe against the wall of your room wishing Grant would leave you alone in relative peace. All at once you cease to hear him padding toward you and cautiously observe your room. You can't see a trace of Grant in the dark dankness. You sigh heavily before standing. After carefully scanning the room you collapse against the wall.

"Oh thank god. I though he was going to--" You begin.

"Boo." Grant appears directly before you and quickly pulls you into a hug. You are pressed tightly against his muscular chest and sweaty, matted fur and after inhaling the scent you feel a familiar and unwelcome tingle. You succumb to your base desires and hungrily sniff Grant's musky body odor. The dog looks at you with his lightless black eyes.

"Oh no. Not again, Hrrrn." You contort against Grant's unyielding grip as your transformation begins.

Surprisingly the changes begin at your face. Your mouth and nose become your blunt skunk muzzle. Black fur with streaks of white coat its length and at the tip your cute, pink nose begins to balloon. With a cartoonish inflationary hiss your nose grows, shiny and red, to the size of a fist. Your jaw grows heavy and brutish and your teeth become jagged and sharp. From your large under bite two enlarged canines jut and stick out of your lip. Around your fattening neck your collar appears. A big, leather deal bearing a leash and a nametag that reads 'Stinky.'

"Hngrrrrr." You groan. Your entire face changes shape and is covered with fur as your brow becomes heavy and Neanderthal-like. "D'oh nooo." Your voice deepens as you speak the words.

You feel your socks getting tighter as your feet transform into paws. Meaty and clumsy. Your two smallest toes merge giving you four pudgy toes. As they are covered in black fur white claws sprout from each and firm, puffy pads grow on their bottoms. Grant continues to hold you close and you are forced to continue inhaling his offensive smell. Your legs grow in length and girth. Black and white fur covers your pudgy thighs as they explode from your shorts. It is particularly uncomfortable when your penis changes. It grows a great deal and becomes erect. It bursts from the shreds of your shorts and jabs Grant's belly button.

"Ah, there he is." He says before gingerly licking your ballooned nose. You wish he would at least allow you to transform in peace, but the dog grinds against your growing body with abandon. With a loud 'floof' your gigantic skunk tail grows and swings into view.

Your belly swells with fat and fur until you have a chubby bear-belly. Your back grows hunched and heavy. Grant finally releases you and you stumble away from him on your padded feet. You stretch both hands toward him, as though this would either keep him away or protect your modesty. Your arms become burly and heavy. With the cracking and popping of shifting bone your hands change shape. The pinky and ring fingers merge as the hand at large doubles in size. Your fingers grow short and nubby as white claws spring forth from every fingertip. The skunk hands had become more awkward and paw-like with each transformation. You are lifted into the air as you grow nearly a foot in size. Grant looks up at you with a knowing grin on his mug. As the transformation subsides you begin to notice your atrocious skunk scent. You hide your face from Grant, leaving your tail facing him.

"Now doesn't that feel better?" Grant says "We both know how much you love stinky smells and all that. Don't try to hide it. This is who you really are man." Grant approaches, but you surprise him by reeling around in frustration, nearly crying.

"No! Stop it. Stop 'dis. You know 'dis isn't what I wanted." You say, jabbing a pudgy finger in his chest. He stumbles back, and allows you to vent. You tower over him now, but you know from experience that he is not a person who can be threatened. "Do you know what I've gone 'trou since you did 'dis to me? I can't-- I can't go 'ta work. I can't because I don't know if I'm gonna suddenly change inta 'dis freak body. Look at my room! I can't stop. I haven't showered. My roommates are 'treatenin' to 'trow me out because of the smell." You pause and turn from the dog to wipe your eyes. "I know you're heartless, but can you please stop 'dis? Please? I can't go-- What are you laughin' at?!"

Grant is bent over and attempting to hide his chortles. You are so flustered and angry that you let out a chuckle in spite of yourself.

"Hey!" You say.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just so hard to -pfffftt- take you seriously. Your voice is so dumb and you, haha, you totally have a boner right now, oh my god." Grant says pointing at you.

You hastily cover your cock and fall against the bedroom wall wishing you could disappear.

"I'm- I'm serious." You squeak. At length Grant calms down and looks at you with smiling eyes.

"That was hilarious. Ok, well, no I'm not going to make it stop, but I am going to make a change. You're getting to be too good at preventing yourself from changing. I've grown bored of watching you like this so I'm going to up the stakes. And the stinks. Come with me." Grant says. He had been stepping toward you and presently takes your leash in hand.

There is suddenly a knock at the door. A series of heavy and persistently knocks is followed by a shout from one of your roommates.

"Hey J, who are you talking to? Listen, we have to have a talk about this smell dude." Aaron says "This is getting ridiculous. Come on, open up."

"N-no. I'm not goin' anywhere wit' you." You say, grimacing at him. He returns your look in kind.

"Fine." He says. Your eyes suddenly reel as the room around you changes and Aaron's knocking fades away. When the shifting details finally settle you find that you are in a large, cheerily decorated room. The walls are a soft pink and the carpeted floor is littered with stuffed animals and toys. Near the corner of the room are a gigantic, man-sized crib and changing table. Upon closer inspection you notice that the changing station is fully stocked with powders, lubricants, and huge diapers. You back away from Grant, aghast.

"W-what 'da hell is 'dis?" You curse your silly voice. Grant ignores you and prepares some kind of spell. A whirling black mist accumulates around his hands. You back away in fear. Suddenly the mist disappears and you begin to feel a certain tingle in your paws and in your nose. "H-huhh?" You watch as your nose, already cartoonishly large, explodes to almost the size of a melon with a 'fwoomp'. It becomes amazingly sensitive as well. You grip it in your paws which as you soon discover are also growing. Your hands are now chubby and clumsy and your feet paws are massive and sweaty.

"Oh come on, you gotta be kiddin' me." You say "This thing is ridiculous." You say pointing to your huge red nose. Grant makes another gesture which adds a few pounds of fat to your chubby belly. Your features are so exaggerated that you look like a living cartoon character.

"I think you look great. Come on Stinky, let's get your diaper on." Grant says, smacking his thigh in the way one would beckon a dog. You pause for a moment to consider your situation. Deciding against caution you run to the door you had spotted in the wall behind you. You turn from Grant and run as quickly as possible to the door, your big nose bobs into and out of view. When you reach the door you attempt to work the knob with your paw-like hands. Unfortunately the dog has already caught up to you. You jump with a start when you feel his hand wrapped around the base of your tail.

"Wait, wait. I'm sorry Grant. Don't do 'dat." You plead.

"Do what?" He says before stroking the sensitive area beneath your tail which, when stimulated, forces you to spray. You feel an orgasmic pleasure as your steamy spray is shot unwillingly from its gland.

"Hnng. Ohhhh god." You moan. Already the super-potent smell creeps into your bulbous nose. Grant continues to tickle causing a continuous spray. With each sniff you can feel yourself losing your agency. The spray overpowers you, causing you to become as dim-witted as you look in your skunk body. Your muscles relax and you begin to willingly sniff the stinky mist. "Duhhh, aw yeah, I love 'dat smell master." You say. Grant chuckles heartily when he learns that you're rational mind is submerged. You are entirely subservient and within his power. You can only watch as you wrap a burly arm around Grant and you rub your face and nose into his neck.

"Oh my gosh. You are so cute when you're stupid." Grant says. The dog nuzzles you and takes your leash in hand.

"'T'anks master. It's so good 'ta see you again." You say as you drunkenly lean all over him.

"Come on, let's go get you padded up." Grant says. You nod dumbly and follow your master's lead. He brings you to the changing table and helps you to climb atop it. After pulling your tail aside you lay flat on the soft surface as Grant procures a fresh diaper. The diaper he produces is obviously enormous as it was made to fit your flabby body. You watch excitedly as Grant undoes the tapes and lifts your bum.

"Up we go." Grant says as he slides the diaper beneath you. You drop your bum to hear the crinkle.

"'Dis is so weird master. I've never worn a diaper before." You say.

"Oh I think you're going to like it." He says "And if you don't, well, I'll enjoy making you like it." He carefully maneuvers your legs inside the cushy diaper and, when he has to deal with your cock, gives it a few cursorial strokes, causing you to squirm. "Now listen closely you dummy, this is a special diaper. From now on whenever you transform you'll have a big diaper like this to contain all of your... smelly excretions. Also it will take a lot longer for you to return to normal from now on, but you don't mind that right?" Grant explains.

"No way, I love being like 'dis." You say.

"I know you do!" Grant says, he leans in to give you a kiss. Your sweaty chests press tightly together as you messily snog. "Alright sit up, you're all strapped in." You lean forward to find the white, crinkling garment hugging your hips. It is amazingly soft. You step off of the changing table with Grant's help and inspect the thing. There is a hole in its rear side for your bushy tail. You have been horny since you transformed and presently your cock makes a huge bulge in the diaper's front side.

"Hehehe, feels nice master. Nice and soft." You say with glazed over eyes. Grant pulls you into a hug and maneuvers his hands to your backside.

"Aren't you excited to put it to use?" He whispers. His meandering hands converge at your tail hole. You face flushes red as the dog purposely gropes your diaper so as to hit the stink gland. It crinkles loudly before a hissing is heard. You spray continuously and the diaper does a heroic job of containing both the fluid and the stench. Your dick twitches with excitement and you fall into Grant's firm chest.

"Mmmmasterr. Ung." You groan. The dog finally lets up and you lay shuddering against the dog, your diaper feeling excitingly warm.

"You like that? Hm? My big diaper dummy. You're disgusting." Grant chides. He begins to grope your diaper, especially around your dick. You hump into the dog's thigh as he pinches the smelly diaper repeatedly. With his every squeeze more of the spray is released from the diaper into the air between you, exciting you to no end.

"I mmf, I know master. But 'dis feels so good. I can't help it." You say. You sniff your own odiferous spray hungrily.

"I'm only joking Stinky. You're my favorite skunk. Here, let me give you a hand." Grant says. He stands behind your broad back. One hand gropes your barreled chest and the other finds its way to your groin. You moan loudly as Grant's hand finds your slick rod within the diaper. HE plays with your swollen balls a bit before getting to task.

"Oh, master. 'T'ank youuu." You moan. The dog grips your cock carefully and begins to pump. The diaper crinkles loudly with every stroke causing you to chuckle. Grant's pacing is perfect. He pumps quickly or slowly exactly when you want him to do so. Your heavy jaw hangs open as you pant. The dog, sounding surprisingly genuine, mumbles into your shoulder.

"If I'm being honest you deserve it for being such a good sport about all this." He says. Your rational mind, buried beneath the idiotic skunk persona, is almost touched by the statement. You begin to hump into Grant's hand and the diaper. Your vigorous skunk body feels pent up. The mound in your diaper grows with Grant's every pump. "Who's my Stinky?" Grant says. You are too distracted in your rutting to notice. The dog gruffly grabs your leash and tugs it toward himself choking you a bit. However the rough treatment turns you on further. "I said who is my Stinky?" He growls.

"Hnk, I am!" You shout. Grant had increased his pace finally making you cum. You blow your copious load into the soft, warm diaper as Grant ensures that your balls are left empty. You hump and hump. "I'm a stinky, smelly skunk. Yeahhh."Grant slowly releases your cock, allowing it to twitch and make its final drips. The inside of the diaper is now sticky and wet, but the smell pleases your sensitive, red nose. Grant continues to stroke your chest, intentionally wiping off the mess from his hand. "Hunh, hunh. I- I 'tink I like diapers master." You say, turning over to bury your face in the crevice of Grant's pectorals. He strokes your protruding chin and looks lovingly into your eyes. You lay like this for a few happy minutes before Grant stands, lifting you to your paws with him.

"Yes diapers are great. And we will have so much fun with them. One of these days I'll stick a nice, fat butt plug up there before I pad you up. How does that sound?" He asks, pinching the diaper's underside.

"Yes, please. 'Dat sounds amazing. Can I put on more 'dan one?" You ask excitedly.

"Oh definitely. The more the better. Hey, are you alright?" Grant says. He eyes you expectantly as you rub your thighs together.

"Duhhh, I-I have to go." You say, blushing.

"Well go in the diaper, that's what it's there for." Grant says. He stands beside you and rubs the front of the diaper. The groping is too much, you can't hold back the tide. *Pssssss* You feel a spreading warmth and a rising scent as you wet your diaper for the first time. You lean forward slightly and bring a heavy hand to your swelling diaper. It yellows in places and you grin at Grant. You pee for nearly a full minute and when you are through the diaper has doubled in size and sags a bit. The interior of the diaper is now incredibly warm. You rub your cock through the padding.

"Oooh, wow. Nfff." You groan.

"Good boy, going peepee in your diaper." Grant says in a baby voice. "I have to say, there's something super sexy about watching a big beast like you wetting himself." He approaches and you withdraw in shame.

"Wait, what are you doin'?" You say. Grant shushes you and pulls you close by your leash. The dog plants a hand on your lower back and begins to dry hump your diaper. The sagging thing crinkles and squelches loudly. You both giggle in twisted pleasure. The dog's boner jabs your spent member and you bury your nose in Grant's armpit in order to take a big whiff.

"Oh yeah. I think you will be much more entertaining like this." Grant says. He plays with your tail as he grinds your wet diaper. "We're going to have a great time, but for now you have to go back to your life." Startled you grab Grant by the shoulders.

"Awww master, come on. We just started having fun." You caress his hips with your burly paws to try to cajole him. The dog gingerly removes your hands and strokes your arm.

"Oh I think you're going to have plenty of fun on your own." He says leading you to the door. "Just think about doing number two in that thing... Your cock twitches to life.

"Ho ho ho, 'dat does sound good." You say. You've arrived at the door. Grant begrudgingly shoves his increasingly apparent erection to one pant leg and pats you on the back.

"Alright Stinky, get out of here. Have fun. Embrace your inner skunk. I'll be visiting you very often, I promise." He says,

"Ok." You say, placing a hand on the doorknob. "Thanks for 'da diaper master. I'll miss you." You open the door to find your messy and dark room. There isn't actually door in the spot where you presently stand.

"Hey James. Tell your roommates I say 'Hi.'" Grant says before slapping your diapered bum firmly causing you to stumble across the threshold. You turn around to find that, predictably, the door has vanished. Feeling winded from the sudden teleportation a few minutes pass before you realize that you are in full control of your faculties once again. You are, however, still in your diapered, goofy skunk body. You gasp and hug your sides in glee at finally being in control of your own body, smelly and disfigured as it is.

"Oohhhhh god. I can't believe 'dis." You say, prodding the diaper hugging your wide hips. "He's gone too far. Damnit." You begin to tug at the diaper, but quickly find that the task is hopeless. When you pull it the diaper simply snaps back into place with a loud sloshing sound. You flail your meaty arms in frustration, accidentally bopping your melon-sized nose. "Ow! Geez." You stumble around your dark room wondering what you ought to do next when a knock is heard at the door.

"Hey J, who are you talking to man? Listen, we have to have a talk about this smell." Aaron says "This is getting ridiculous. Come on." You are, apparently, reliving the exact moments before Grant spirited you away. Shocked, you look around you room for a workable disguise. None of your clothes would fit you like this. Especially not with the big diaper. And what's worse is no amount of perfume or covering could hide your skunky stench.

"Alright dude, we're coming in. I hope you're dressed." Aaron says, having been joined by your two other roommates.

"N-no! 'Dat's not-uhhh. Wait!" You say.

"Hey, what's up with your voice man?"

The doorknob turns.... Your bedroom door slowly opens.

"Huhhhh. 'Dis stinks." You groan in resignation.