Skunktemberfest
The bus was not the fastest way to go downtown, but I wasn't hurried enough to shell out extra for a cab. While the seats were a little cramped for someone like me who's both taller and rounder than most people I encounter on a daily basis, most folks prefer to remain standing rather than sit next to a skunk--so I usually get to sprawl out.
Of course, when everyone is going downtown for Skunktemberfest, being a skunk is less of an aegis; I ended up getting squeezed in by a smaller skunk who apparently thought half a seat was good enough for him.
By the time we reached Century Park I was more than ready to stretch my legs.
The park was full--primarily of the accumulated smell of hundreds of skunks, but also with little booths festooned with black-and-white bunting, all manner of people selling tons of skunk-related stuff and tons of skunks selling all manner of anyone-related stuff.
Two large tents were at the entrance of the park; one was selling little gas masks for the olfactorily sensitive and the other bore a big sign reading 'SKUNKIFY YOURSELF'.
The entry flap to the second tent was closed, and I couldn't see what was going on in there, but by the look of the person who'd just come out and was looking theirself over in the sunlight I figured someone was in there arranging exactly what it said on the tin.
I was just about to follow them into the rest of the fair when I was bowled over by the next person, who stumbled out like he'd been pushed.
I looked up to find a skunk almost as fat as me, clad only in a diaper and grumbling about his mistreatment: "Fuckin' fine print--I just signed up to be a skunk for the day, then they took my clothes and stuck me in this." He gestured to the rather large diaper with some embarrassment. "I mean, why on earth would they--"
His ears reddened, the front of his diaper yellowed, and his paws moved to cover it immediately. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck--"
"Are you all right?" I said.
"Just...gonna give that guy a piece of my mind..." He waddled back towards the tent, but stopped short with an audible jolt like he'd hit a bug zapper.
An amplified voice from within the tent intoned, "NO REFUNDS. NO RETURNS."
The new-made skunk looked defeated to the point of tears; the expression on his face made me wonder if the tent-keeper had made changes in his mind to match the diaper, but it turned out he was just wetting himself again.
"Fuck...So much for having a good time," he said.
I came up and put a paw on his shoulder. "Hey buddy. You're a skunk for now. There are lots worse things that could happen to you than a diaper--and better things, too. How about I help improve yer day?"
He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure. "I think I'd like that. I'm Rummy."
"Martin. So. How about we take a look and see what Skunktemberfest has to offer?"
He hesitated, and I didn't blame him--it was an embarrassing situation, to be sure. "I just... don't want anyone to see me like this."
"Well, I've got good news for you--if you weren't a skunk when you came in, nobody's gonna recognize you in that body, much less that diaper. C'mon, you're a new critter. Let's have some fun."
He gave in, and we went together down one of the little paths that wound through the park full of stalls. One side of the paths was food stands selling anything edible that could be marketed with bands of black and white, while the other sold some of the more intangible experiences that could come with a skunk's musk--there were musks for meditative trance, musks for inducing arousal, musks to get high...
Rummy stood in front of one booth, waving me over. "Have you ever seen something like this before?"
A petite skunk was presiding over a display labelled 'The BIG Package'.
"A musk for growth? I think I've seen something like it before..."
"But, uh...what does it grow, exactly? Big...packages?"
The attendant spoke up. "It's a surprise," she said. "I've got four brothers, they each contribute something a little different."
"Isn't it a little dangerous not to know?" Rummy asked. "I've...already been burned once today."
"Oh no," she said. "Money-back guarantee, no worries. You can even go behind the curtain here to change, if you're shy." She held out one of the bottles, dark glass with a black label.
"We'll take it," I said, grabbing the bottle and pulling the diapered skunk behind the curtain with me.
"Hey, what--"
The little space was softly lit with the sunlight that made it through the booth's canvas.
"I know this is a bit forward...but I was hoping to get some time alone with you. And this is probably the closest thing we can get to privacy in a place like this. And--"
Rummy leaned in, pulled my chin down, and gave me a kiss on the muzzle.
At the same time, however, there was a spreading warmth across the front of the diaper he had pressed against me. He faltered in surprise, stumbling into me and knocking the little black bottle of musk to the ground.
The space was filled with the scent of skunk musk mixing with the scent of skunk piss. And as the musk took hold, I heard the plastic sound of Rummy's diaper as it stretched out--his ass was growing huge.
He looked back at his rear in alarm, the swelling quickly progressing from the ordinarily-plump hindquarters he'd started with to Oh My God, Becky to full beach-ball proportions in a matter of seconds, the diaper growing the whole time to keep him contained.
My own pants, not being enchanted to my body, tore apart almost immediately as the same changes hit me.
Both of us hit the ground as the weight of our new posteriors became too much for us to stand upright.
"Unf," he said. "Packs a punch, don't it? Erp--"
His eyes widened as his already-large gut ballooned outward, and I gasped out too as the force of my own swelling fat knocked the wind out of me, pressing me with its weight as I blimped out myself, my belly smashing into his halfway.
My body ached with the strain of being stretched so far, and I struggled to remain upright. "Oof... I get a feeling we weren't supposed to get the whole bottle's worth at once..."
Rummy groaned, and my body tensed up hard as it prepared for another growth spurt.
My ass smacked against two of the poles holding the booth up, its sudden expansion knocking them both down. I imagine the same happened on the other side, as the canvas roof collapsed on us and obscured my view of the diapered skunk in front of me.
The attendant yelped and the hubbub of the crowd increased. Stripes of serious pain ran down my ass--stretch marks, I guessed, from how full of fat it was growing. My hide strained to contain it all as its swell crawled up my back and over my shoulders before my gut started to take its turn again.
Pressed as it was against the wall of Rummy's gut, my stomach's expansion radiated upward and outward, filling the whole of my world. My head was enveloped in the mountainous blubber of my belly and my ass, I was outgrowing everything but the whale of a skunk in front of me, and as the growing pains deepened I started to feel like I wasn't going to be able to take much more.
People aren't supposed to get this big this fast, I thought, the splitting ache of new stretch marks crossing my belly. I'm not going to be able to--
There was a violent sound, a BLAM that made my heart skip a beat as my belly sloshed forward into the space that had just been occupied by Rummy but was now just a hail of scraps of fat.
I had thought I was vividly imagining how bad it could get, but as I heard fairgoers screaming and felt the wet, sloppy mess of what remained of the other skunk cover me, I realized I was quite mistaken.
When the next growth spurt hit, I knew immediately that his fate would be mine as well. My ass and gut, both bloated with fat to the size of a parade balloon, had no more capacity for growth. The multiplying fat pressed hard against my creaking hide and I was flooded to my limit and I shut my eyes, knowing I was done for--
BLAM.
There was a sharp pain as my belly burst open with the force of a balloon being popped, the strength of the explosion tearing my whole body asunder and showering another good portion of the fairgrounds with bits of fur and blubber.
Mercifully, my consciousness didn't last much longer.
Four big skunks came and cordoned off the splash zone, collecting the remains of the hapless patrons into a series of large buckets. The booth was put back in order, the original gawkers moved on, and once the area had been cleared the buckets were taken behind the curtain for the skunks to get to work.
In time the oldest came out with a case of little dark bottles with black labels, which he gave to the attendant before disappearing into the crowd with his brothers.
It was a strange business model, she thought, as she laid out the new product, half of which bore a reddish tinge in the bottle where bits of a temporary skunk had reverted to their original material.
They couldn't process too many customers like this in a day, to be sure.
On the bright side, they wouldn't be coming back around for the guarantee.