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As he trudged along the dusk caked road Will sighed and tilted his hat lower to try and shade his eyes. It didn't really help, the sun was just low enough that its unrelenting gaze was hard to avoid. Cursing his luck the skunk pushed his way through a small gap in the hedge that lined the road and sort shelter beneath an old oak.

The temperature in the shade was a little lower and he pulled his thick fluffy tail around to shake some of the dust out of it. The golden brown shade slowly gave way to his traditional black and white striped fur. He must have been walking for over two hours now and there was no sign of the town he'd been given directions to.

Either the town had moved or the villagers had lied to get rid of him. People tended to be somewhat superstitious about skunks. Sighing Will leaned back against the tree and unbuttoned his check shirt the rest of the way. The heavy check patterned cotton was thick and sturdy, the sort of clothing a guy was glad to have on when working construction or labouring with axe and saw.

Out here in the middle of the countryside with nothing but dust and the unrelenting sun for company it was much too warm. Unscrewing the cap of his water canteen Will tipped it back to be greeted by a single drop and not much else.

"Stupid villagers," Will grumbled out loud and pushed away from the tree to look around. Circling the tree he saw that the land dipped down into a valley and at the bottom there was a faint glint of blue. Rubbing his chin he considered if it was worth the risk, but he could still see the hedgerow that indicated the path as long as he kept that in sight he could risk checking if that was a stream.

Making his way cautiously down the slope, heavy black and yellow work boots securing purchase he avoided going through any bushes. This made his path down a bit of a zigzag but it was a lot safer and once he reached the bottom he was relieved to see a line of willow trees. They usually sprouted by rivers and streams so that was a good sign. Pushing his shirt back, hooking his thumbs under his belt Will considered the best path forward and enjoyed the breeze blowing over his bare chest.

It was certainly cooler down here in the valley so Will stepped forward with a renewed spring in his step. Pushing through the fronds of the willie trees his boots settled into the soft, grass covered earth of the riverbank and after a couple of minutes he found a circular pool full of crisp clear water. The pool was connected to the river by a little trickling stream, a remnant of what must usually be a deeper, more powerful stream. At this stage of summer however most of the river bed was an exposed expanse of thick, dark brown mud.

The river itself, or at least the remnant was a good two hundred yards out, a flowing stream cutting a swathe through the middle of the mud. The little rivulet that fed the pool was only a few feet wide and the bank against the river side was mostly mud. Will's side however by the willows was all grass bank down to clean, clear water. When the river was in full flow this was probably not a pool just an inlet, right now however it was heaven and all his.

Stripping off his shirt and hanging it and his satchel of supplies and tools oon a sturdy branch Will filled his canteen and drank his fill. Then he refilled the canteen and settled down on a bed of moss. It seemed safe enough here to wait out the noon day heat and resume his journey in the cool of late afternoon. Settled down on his back, hat tilted down over his head Will got nice and comfortable but he found his thoughts drifting toward all that nearby mud. He could smell it, the rich, moist, green scent of undisturbed clay, lifting his head he looked at it then grinned.

"Ah why not, no one ta see me fer miles," grinning he stripped off and packed his clothes securely in his bag. Then slid his boots back on and made his way toward the enticing, sun drenched mud. Naked as the day he was born, tackle hanging free Will revelled in the freedom of letting it all hang out.

With a deep breath the skunk took a step down into the muck, for a moment the heavy muck resisted, his boot squelched atop the slimy clay. Water pooled up the side of his sole and then the top gave way. His boot sank slowly, only a few inches before the pressure of the mud stopped it.

His next step with his right foot sank a bit deeper, mud squelched wonderfully, the thick clay clinging to the shiny leather. Pulling his left foot free with a wet schlorp he swung his leg forward and brought his foot down. Mud oozed around his boot, sliding up the sides, coating it in a creamy layer of brown muck. His next step saw him leave the compacted mud of the river bank and take his first step onto the exposed river bed.

His boot sank like before, but this mud was wetter, looser and his boot sank down and Will groaned in delight as it sank beneath the surface. Thick, liquid mud oozed over the top of his boot and started to fill the inside. It felt amazing and he quickly took another step to experience that delightful sensation again. His second boot sunk, mud reached the top and poured inside and the weight of the heavy leather and muck filling them pulled him down.

The claggy, slimy muck oozed up his shins, smoothing down his fur, caking his skin and exposing the heavy muscles of his calves. It was good mud, thick and heavy and as he forced his way forward, sliding and shoving his legs against the mud it got deeper. Will was slowly sinking and he was having to be really careful not to lift his legs or risk losing his boots. Panting heavily the skunk wrapped his right hand around his sheath and squeezed, it was already delightfully thick just from the sensations of slowly sinking. Touching himself, exposed like this for anyone passing to see just made it grow thicker, the tip of his dark shaft starting to poke free of its fuzzy home.

Smiling like a loon Will shifted his weight, lifted his right foot ever so slightly and with a sucking, deep, clinging squelch the mud pulled his foot out of his boot. Unbalanced, one hand around his cock Will fell sideways with an undignified squelch. The fur on his left side was flattened, smoothed down slick against his body as he sank into the muck. Squirming around, rolling to right himself and push himself up into a sitting position Will lost his left boot and was left half coated in mud and half fluffy skunk boy.

Laughing in delight he pushed himself into a kneeling position, legs sinking through the muck and without a care drove his hands into the slowly closing holes his legs had made. He had to reach deep, mud caking his arm, slipping across his chest, driving thickly around his rock hard cock. But after a judicious amount of scrabbling around he closed his fingers about stiff leather and heaved his boots free.

Holding them in his hands, buried up to his armpits in the thick churned up puddle of thickly oozing mud he'd made Will tossed his boots up the bank. They landed with a heavy squelch on the grass and with a grin the skunk rolled over and put them out of his mind for now. He had a mud bath to enjoy and he could still see patches of clean black fur. Lying on his back Will slopped mud up and down his chest and wriggled his shoulders to sink deeper.

The oozing brown muck closed about his neck and with a happy groan he closed his hand about his cock and pumped it up and down a few times. It felt so slick, cooler than the sun baked air but still warm enough to really enjoy it pressing against his skin, soaking through his fur. Panting the skunk took a deep breath and forced his head beneath the surface. One paw working his deck the other brushed and pushed mud into his fur, after a moment he switched to using both hands, lathering and rubbing the muck into his thick head fur, massaging it into his muzzle and ears, making sure no inch of his fur remained fluffy and free of muck.

After half a minute of indulging himself beneath the surface Will forced his way back to the top and drew down a heavy lungful of fresh, moist, humid air. It felt great and the mud swirled and oozed beneath him as half standing, mostly buried he leaned back and rested against the sodden mass of his tail and worked his hand up and down his shaft.

Lying backwards Will found his legs rising, sliding up to bob to the surface as he worked over his cock. Leaning back his head squsihed into the mud coating his tail and for a moment he lay there, rocking back and forth and teasing himself. It was bliss but something about the way he was sat and the way the cool slick feel of the mud against his body was different filtered through his mind and he opened his eyes and looked down.

What he saw made the skunk swear and scramble to try and sit up. But the air filling his taught, inflated rubber legs would not sink beneath the mud. Wriggling his bow stumpy, ineffectual feet William realised what he'd felt coming up for air had been his tail transforming and inflating. He was lying partially atop it now as it floated atop the mud and the transformation continued to spread. Groaning Will wriggled, struggled to roll over, to get his arms into the mud, find some traction to haul himself out of the muck.

He managed after much flailing to get over onto his front, his legs and tail bobbed and floated behind him, vinyl creaking with air, mud sliding off smooth plastic. Digging his hands into the mud Will hauled himself out of the pool he'd churned up and dragged himself over to the thicker mud of the bank. It was maybe twenty yards uphill to the pool and his clothes, if he could just get that far he'd be ok. Now he'd stopped pawing off the change had stopped, or at least slowed so the skunk heaved himself up the bank.

One lurching, mud filled slide up the bank Will flopped forwards, useless, bloated, inflated legs and tail dragging behind him, trying to pull him back down. Will tried to ignore them, dug his hands into the bank again and heaved himself up. His torso squelched into the mud and his rock hard, needy, excited, traitorous cock sank into the thick, gelatinous wall of mud with a squelch.

Pleasure rocked through his body as first the tip, then his whole shaft sank into the squishy, thick, tight, oozing clinging embrace of the river bank mud. His cock jerked, twitched and Will already worked up from pawing off found himself unloading his seed. It felt amazing, thick, oozing mud clung to his body, smeared across his chest. With a deep groan of delight Will buried his muzzle into the muck and rocked his hips back and forth. Fucking the muddy bank the skunk rode his orgasm, an orgasm that felt even more intense as his transformation resumed.

Plastic rode up his back, claiming his white stripe, sliding across his shoulders and starting to slide down his arms. Whimpering, feeling the changes spreading but unable to stop his orgasm Will felt his mind shutting down. It was so intense, his thoughts burst with pleasure as his inflating, air filled arms pushed out of the mud. Forced forwards, rigidly held in place by their new plastic, moulded air filled design Will started to slide back out of the mud of the bank.

Lifting his head the skunk gasped as with a wet squelch his stomach lifted, no floated out of the mud. His light, air filled body couldn't sink into it any more, just coast along the wet muddy film on top. Muck teased around the new valve where his belly button had been, that felt nice and distracted him from the fact that now his orgasm was done, his pleasure spilt into the mud his cock was softening.

No, not softening, being pulled back into his body, vinyl creeping, claiming, pulling his balls and cock into himself. After about a minute of teasing, pleasurable twisting, tingling, torment his genitals were gone, consumed by the plastic, replaced by just a blank patch. It was all part of the overall smooth, vinyl skunk pattern of the giant pool toy.

Will's head had suffered the same fate as his cock, plastic had closed over his head. Eyes, nostrils, mouth all had sealed shut, replaced with a painted toothy, toony smile and a blank eyed gaze. Head forward, resting on all fours, the light breeze pushing him away from the bank Will whimpered. Well thought about whimpering, he no longer had the ability to make noise, plastic handles on his shoulders and a ridged dip and saddle arrangement in the middle of his back completed his transformation.

With a faint splash, a ripple of water Will was pushed into the remaining flow of the river at the centre of the mud flats. Bobbing gently the skunk pool toy was caught in the current and started to drift off. The hot sun baked his plastic body, heated the air inside him, making his new body creak and stiffen. It was hard to think, to focus on anything but the intensity of his final thoughts, the memory of pleasure and orgasm he'd been feeling as the change claimed him. After awhile even that thought became confused, the pleasure became conflated, attached to the feeling of being baked in the sun.

Being full of air, stretching at the seams, heated and warmed as he drifted in the current. That was pleasure, that was delight, that's all Will could think of, the delight of being so full and sailing away down the river. Gently spinning in the current he could occasionally see the mud flats. There was a faint regret that he was too light to go sink into it. Occasionally the breeze and current skimmed him across the muddy surface of the banks of mud enclosing the river.

The feel of a faint scum of slippery, oozing mud clinging briefly to his vinyl body broke Will out of his mindless reverie. The mud felt good, he wanted more of it, it was import somehow, that slick oozing sensation, if only he could get more of it on his body he'd remember. But alas he was too light to sink into the muck and he always drifted back into the river and the rocking splash of water rinsed his vinyl body clean. His thoughts floated free and careless once again, content to be air filled and grinning stupidly at the world through his painted expression. Will continue to drift in the sun, a content and happy pool toy floating down the river, surrounded by mud he couldn't currently enjoy.

~fin