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James (the reader) was one of the unfortunate souls who inadvertently called upon Grant's services. How was James to know his mumbling was being heard after all? Grant, the maligned and powerful anthropomorphic dog appeared before James and offered to make his wish a reality. James has always held a sexual fetish for heady odors. He wished to meet someone who shared this attraction. Grant responded to James' wish in the same manner with which he responds to any wish he is given: by bending its wording to suit his perverse whims. He transformed James into a pudgy and constantly smelly skunk monster. In this form James is dimwitted and craves strong smells. Grant named this form Stinky and proceeded to take advantage of him. When Grant finally tired of 'Stinky' he left, though not before explaining that James would transform into Stinky whenever a powerful scent struck his nostrils.

Grant would return to visit his new 'pet' whenever he pleased. He would drop in on James in order to tease him and commonly to incite his transformation into Stinky. On one occasion Grant abducted the brutish skunk and gifted him with a special diaper which would not only never tear or break, but would be irremovable by the skunk. This would become a regular facet of James' transformations in addition to the incontinence with which Grant cursed him. Stinky was overjoyed at the 'gift' from his master. Grant deposited Stinky into James' bedroom abruptly as he often did. Though on this occasion James' roommates are outside his door and demanding to know about the source of the constant odor coming from his room. And James hasn't yet reverted back to his human form...

"J come on man seriously. I can smell your room all the way down the hall. I'm opening the door." Aaron says. Your other two roommates grumble.

You shuffle frantically on your massive skunk paws, your diaper sloshes. You have nowhere to run Grant has stranded you in a no-win situation. In this hulking, embarrassing form you have no way to prove your true identity. You are a monster. An odiferous, diaper-wearing skunk beast.

'No! No wait! You don't wanna do 'dat." You say in your low, dumb-sounding voice. You are too far from the door to lock it in time. You are unsure whether locking the door would be effective in this case anyway. Your roommates have had it with your hoarding.

With no further warning the door to your room bursts open admitting your three roommates. You stand awkwardly with raised hands. At your appearance one of your roommates shrieks and hides behind the door-frame, but the other two stare mouths agape at you. You become self-conscious and attempt to cover your saggy diaper.

"Dis uhhh, dis isn't wut it looks like." You say.

"What the hell is this?" Aaron says, covering his nose to block out the noxious air of your bedroom.

"I'm uhh, I don't--" You begin to say.

"Is this a joke... Is that a fursuit or something? Oh my god it stinks in here!" Aaron begins. You stand completely exposed and unsure of how to react.

"Oh man look he's wearing a diaper!" Dan says, cowering behind Aaron. They stifle chuckles. Your face flushes red beneath your fur.

"It's huge too, awwww he used it. This is sick!" Aaron says "What is wrong with you J? You have to go, this is disgusting." The three of them move toward you.

"Nno-no guys wait. I need your help! This isn't a suit. It's me James. I got transformed inta this stupid body. There's this evil uhhh, dog..." You say before you realize how ridiculous the story sounds when spoken aloud. Your roommates reach you and begin to pull you out of the room.

"OK well whatever dude. Listen go visit your furry dog friend or something while we get this fucking mess cleaned up. Come back later." Aaron says. They have succeeded in shoving you into the kitchen and are dragging you to the exit.

"God why is the fur so ... sweaty?" Dan asks.

"You can't kick me out like 'dis!" You say, trying to swat them away.

"You've been stinking up the place for weeks J and we're sick of it. We're throwing that trash out. Come back when you've had a bath dude." Aaron says. They open the door and hastily push you outside. It is thankfully nighttime, but you feel more exposed now than ever. You turn to pound on the kitchen door, but two of your roommates have already returned to bed. Aaron remains and is shutting off the kitchen light. He sees you pounding, but merely shakes his head in dismissal before flicking off the light and walking down the hall, out of your sight.

"Guys come on! You have 'ta help me!" You yell. You are angry with your friends, but you can't honestly blame them. It is unnaturally quite outside and when you realize how loud your racket is you quiet down and begin to process the problem at hand. You are in your skunk form and are outside. You turn from your unwelcoming apartment and scratch your diaper absently. "Where 'da hell am I gunna go now? I need 'ta find a place to wait until I turn back." The streets are not terribly busy as it is cold and late. You recall a secluded section of the nearest park. There is an alley behind the youth center that is always empty. You descend the stairs and hug the wall. After pausing a moment to wet your diaper you continue, cursing Grant under your breath.

You move swiftly and carefully down alleyways while trying desperately not to imagine what would happen if you were caught, aside from the incredible embarrassment that is. Due to the lateness of the hour you make it to the park with few hurdles. You once had to hide as a couple approached down the sidewalk, careful not to move lest the crinkling of your diaper give you away. The park is seemingly empty as well, but you know from experience that the homeless sometimes sleep there. As you approach the secluded spot your transformation begins to reverse itself. When you are free of intoxicating smells you slowly return to human form until the next 'Stinky attack.' You walk more lightly and over time become very cold without Stinky's fur. By the time you reach the alleyway your red, ballooned nose is just disappearing. You slump against the wall, exhausted from the transformation and the stealthy hike.

You hold yourself tightly in a corner of the alley with your only company being a lone lamp post hanging overhead. Grant has ruined your life completely. His curse caused you to obsess over all things smelly to the detriment of your work and your relationships. Even now, to your shame, you wish you had a worn sock to sniff. Even if you could stop the transformations you could never escape Grant. He is everywhere all at once and can bend existence to his will. When one is in his claws, you imagine, there is no escaping. You hang your head and pray for sleep. You are almost beyond embarrassment at this point and simply want to return to your apartment. Then you hear a disturbingly familiar sound. The padding of two paws approaches down the alley.

"Well if it isn't good old Stinky. What are you doing back here? Shouldn't you be in your filthy den jerking off?" Grant's voice stings. You look up in shock before starting with exasperation.

"Grant come on! You just left me twenty minutes ago!" You stand and shout indifferent to the fact that you are nude. "Can you leave me in peace? Just this once, please? Oh and by the way my roommates kicked me out thanks to you. They thought I was in a fucking fursuit. My life is-- My life is over, I have no one left because of you." Close to tears you point accusingly at the dog who seems wholly unaffected. He even rolls his black eyes.

"Because of me? Well I'm not the one who's been stockpiling dirty clothes and old pizza boxes am I?" Grant says, intentionally missing the point. "Did I see you twenty minutes ago? When criss- crossing dimensions it is remarkably easy to lose track of time. From my point of view it's been a few days." You shake your head in disbelief and lean against the wall.

"I've been crafting some new toys for you, you know." Grant says. James frowns, knowing that Grant is speaking to Stinky and not himself.

"I don't care about your twisted games Grant." James says, shuddering. "If you're going to transform me get it over with... I just wish I could go home." Grants ears perk up.

"I'm sorry, you what?" Grant says, licking his chops and taking a step closer to James.

"I uhh oh no! No! No. I didn't mean that." James says, waving his arms.

"If you didn't mean it you shouldn't have said it." Grant says, summoning dark, whirling magic around his hands.

"Grant wait. Please. Whatever you have in mind--" James says, falling to his knees before the dog.

"It's funny that you used those words in particular. I just finished your playroom. A nice big room in my pocket dimension, just for my favorite diaper dummy."

"I don't want to go back there, wa--wait." You say. Grant has a psychotic look to his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitch.

"Of course there are no humans allowed in the playroom. If you want to go home, I'm going to have to transform you into Stinky permanently." Grant says.

"Oh not that! No.... no" You say, frantically tugging at Grant's pants. The thought of being trapped in that brutish form. To be Grant subservient skunk and too stupid to know you're being used. You plead with the dog. "Stop, I'll do anything."

"Yes I believe you will. It is done." Grant says, dropping his hands and the magical aura from them. Instantly you feel the familiar churning in your gut and the itching of your skin. The transformation is coming again for the final time.

"Grant-urrggh." You double over as your gut swells. Fur begins to coat your body all at once. Thick, matted black and white fur.

"You know I'm surprised you didn't wish for this sooner. This world just isn't for you anymore Stinky. What you need is a bottle, a supply of fresh XXXL diapers, and a nice dog to take care of you." Grant says, rubbing your face. Every place he touches transforms faster than usual. Your black furred ears fwip into place and your brow grows heavy and Neanderthal-like. Looking down you find that your feet are becoming paws. The plump pads appear as your nails shift to become white claws. When changed your paws grow to a goofy size, almost causing you to fall onto Grant. Your legs grow short and stout in support of your huge, fuzzy gut. The smell is returning already, intoxicating you. When your waist is thick and flabby your diaper appears. As large as ever and still containing the waist it did previously. It collects until changed by Grant. The thing floofs and crinkles to full size then clings your hips tightly. The smell of its contents rushes your nostrils.

"There goes your dignity." Grant says.

"Grant please. No." You say, slowly giving in to the pungent skunk odor. Grant places a finger over your lips, causing your face to change. Your lower jaw extends giving you the outrageous underbite you had grown used to. Two tusk-like canine teeth stick up from it. Your lower lip grows black and puffy. Your nose expands into its red basketball-sized form, partially blocking your view and greatly enhancing your sense of smell. The rush of new smells begins to warp your mind as it normally does during the transformation. This time feels different however. Normally your mind is submerged beneath Stiky's dimwitted one. But this time you are changing completely. You find it hard to think and form words correctly. Your eyes reel under the heavy brows.

"Grant, m-master I don't want 'dis. I don't want to be Stinky perm-perna, pernamint-ly?" You say dumbly.

"Aaaand there goes your intelligence." Grant says, rubbing your furry head. "Oh it's the simple life for you from now on."

Your lean into Grants scratches, enjoying the feeling "Haha, uhhh yeah." You say.

Your tail emerges from a hole in the diaper suddenly. It stands tall behind you and already adds to your overwhelmingly strong odor. You watch as your arms grow thick and heavy with flab. Your hands become inarticulate and paw-like with pads and claws. You scratch your big chin absently. Around your wide neck a collar appears with a tag bearing the name "Stinky" Grant takes your leash in hand. Transformation complete you sit on your diapered bum before Grant.

"There we go, doesn't that feel better?" Grant says. You perk up and stand beside Grant, looking down at him.

"Yes master! Tanks for transformin' me permu-umm forever. Bein' a human is boring, way better as Stinky." You say before giving Grant a bear hug.

"There's my boy. Hey Stinky what's two plus two?" Grant says, holding up four fingers.

"Uhhhmm. Sorry master I'm not sure." You say, completely unable to grasp the question. You scratch your chin and try your hardest, but you have no idea how to respond.

"Dumber than ever, perfect." Grant scratches you behind the ear making your grin. "Well let's get you home." Grant says. With a claw he rips a gash in space and time. He pulls you toward the shimmering portal and you happily follow and leave every trace of your former life behind.

You step with Grant into the playroom he had brought you to only an hour or two prior, though there are some new additions this time. It is a giant room painted soft pink. There are no doors or windows, only Grant can permit one to enter or exit. In the corner is a giant changing table built to accommodate your hefty skunk body, and is stocked with your special diapers. In the center of the room are a number of toys both benign and sexual. You happily notice a stuffed stunk that is nearly your size. A fridge sits against a wall and in another corner there is a gigantic crib.

"Yay, 'dis place is 'da best master." You say, stomping into the room with your diaper crinkling loudly.

"I'm glad you like your new home. You are never going to leave this play room ever again Stinky." Grant says, black eyes staring at you. "Are you alright with that?"

"Yeah! I got everything I need here. Diapers, toys, and you, master." You say, grinning broadly.

"Very good!" Grant says. "I'm sure you're hungry, who wants a bottle?"

"Oh me me me." You say falling to your padded butt. The contents of your diaper slosh loudly. Grant opens the fridge door telekinetically revealing hundreds of bottles of formula and bottles of some pasty food. He summons one of the bottles to his hand. He sits on a stool near the toys and pats his lap. You crawl on paws and knees toward him. Your tail swishes in the air. When you reach Grant you flop your top half onto his lap leaving your big head against his chest. The dog leans forward and kisses you on the chin.

"You are a dumb little diaper bitch aren't you Stinky?" Grant says. You nod against him in response. He pushes the bottle against your plump lip and you begin to suckle at the nipple. The formula in the bottle is unlike anything you have tasted before. It tastes fatty and creamy, yet electrifying and refreshing. Your eyes widen and you clamp your hammy paws over Grant's hands to suckle at the bottle. You gulp hungrily.

"Good boy." Grant says. He frees his hands and brings them to your mostly-full diaper. It is warm, the dog pats it gently as you drink your battle. Grant's groping excites you, causing your diaper to tent in its front. You groan lightly causing Grant to take notice. "Ooh getting a little excited? Why don't you hump in that diaper for me skunk." You hardly wait for the order and begin to dry hump Grant's leg. You mash your loud, crinkling diaper against him repeatedly feeling the warm squelching in your huge, stinky diaper. With the addictive formula in your mouth you are in heaven. You are thankful that you have such a nice master.

"Mmhmm Mhhh." You groan into the bottle. The formula is nearly gone. You continue to rut against the dog with fervor. When the bottle is complete Grant tosses it aside giving you an opening to explore his scent which you adore. You bury your swollen red nose into Grant's armpit as you hump and inhale the heady aroma. The leftover formula clings to your chin fur adding to the scent. And Grant's sweat clings to your round nose. Soon you feel an uncomfortable gassy sensation.

Still humping you say "Hn master I feel, unf kinda funny."

"That will be the formula. It has a few special features. It is highly addictive, as you found out. It is a laxative, and it is hyper fattening. Look, your thickening up already!" Grant says, grabbing your belly as it swells considerably. Some rolls of flab gather at your waist. You feel even heavier now, and hornier as well. A few loud farts escape into your diaper as you grunt happily.

"Uhm so f-fat master ung." You say, clutching the dog's trunk tightly. Your newly inflated belly wobbles and you are sweating more than usual, another effect of the formula to be sure.

"Oh boy. You are a disgusting, filthy skunk." Grant says, caressing your cheek. Your master's words excite. With a few final moans you hump and blow your load into your diaper. "That's right, cum into your stinky diaper like the skunk baby you are." Grant says with feigned or earnest disgust, you can't tell. You collapse onto the dog's lap as you finish. Drool and excess formula staining his pants. When through you caress the soft outside of your diaper in admiration. So comfortable and warm.

"Th-thank you master. I-oof." You say, clutching your pudgy belly. A few wet farts resound from within your diaper.

"Feeling a bit of intestinal distress?" Grant asks, grinning.

"I dunno what that means, but I tink I have ta poop." You say.

"I should think so. You just guzzled enough laxative to dehydrate an elephant." Grant says.

"Unh master I can't stop it." You say.

"That's right, the word is 'incontinent'. You're going to be on a diet of high-fiber skunk-food and formula. We're going to make sure you fill those diapers to the limit." Grant says.

Sure enough you are unable to stop yourself. Crouching, you deposit a voluminous brown mess into your diaper. You moan and grunt as you continually shit yourself. Grant laughs heartily at you causing your cheeks to redden under the fur. Your diaper grows considerably from its already large size. It pulls taut and even browns a bit. You soon finish making your mess and stand crouched. A few final wet farts can be heard. Grant taps you on your puffy nose causing you to fall onto your bum and into the mess. Its stench puffs into your face causing you to reel. Grant sits above you kneading his testicles through his pants. Sitting embarrassed in your dirty diaper you begin to feel a warm patch. You are wetting yourself with a loud accompanying hiss. You stand and the diaper sags mightily between your legs while remaining in place due to Grant's magic. It is incredibly cumbersome and thick.

"Good boy Stinky!" Grant says, standing beside you. You perk up at Grant's praise. He gropes your diaper firmly, squishing its front and your cock within. "Let me see you waddle around with that full thing."

"It's gunna be kinda hard ta walk, haha." You say. You begin to shuffle around the room. Between your massive footpaws and the ballooned, filthy diaper between your legs you can only toddle awkwardly like an infant with the constant cloud of odor clinging to your sweaty frame. Grant pads to your side and clings to your burly arm.

"Adorable." Grant says "Why do get so much pleasure out of embarrassing you in particular? Must be because you're so dumb you don't even know you're being made fun of."

"Duuhh, thanks master!" You say, pulling Grant into a hug. He grinds softly against your diaper before pulling you away. He takes your leash in hand.

"Lets go see how you fit in the crib." Grant says, tugging you along.

"Looks comfy." You say, noticing the many pillows and blankets inside.

"Oh, well, you're a little full down there? Need your diaper changed?" Grant asks.

"No! Leave it, it's nice and smelly." You say, grabbing the soft fabric and sloshing the putrescence within.

"Have it your way." Grant says. At the crib he easily hoists you into the air and lays you down, dropping you atop the messy diaper. You grab the blankets and hug them close infusing them with your noxious scent and sweat. "Here, try this." Grant says, producing a pacifier. This pacifier is modified so that the inserted portion is shaped like an erect penis. Grant bends and slowly shoves the pacifier into your mouth causing you to cough and hack until you are used to its great size. You close your big jaw over it and suck the long thing which pokes the back of your throat. Suddenly, with the powerful odors wafting around you and the comfort of the blankets you begin to feel drowsy. The fattiness of the formula adds to the drowsiness.

"I'm so glad you decided to join me permanently. I'm going to bring friends by often so they can watch you pee and poop your diapers like a big boy." Grant says, running his hand over your bulging diaper. "We are going to have a lot of fun together."

You moan into your pacifier as your heavy eyelids fall. Your last vision is of the dog's pitch black eyes.