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Skunked.

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by Hunter

Ever since the news had picked up on the seemingly random transformations that had been happening all over the globe, Hunter had been a little nervous whether or not he possessed the same gene sequence that could be triggered seemingly at any moment. It had taken the world a few months to discover what was the cause of people randomly changing their bodies into those of anthropomorphic animals of various species, the majority of which being mammalian.

As if that were not enough to begin with as a drastic change, a significant proportion of that population appeared to undergo some amount of mental regression as well. Like magic, they would at one moment be a perfectly average human being, and then the next be sitting on their diapered bottom, idly sucking on their paws to be discovered as no more than a bobcat that now pees his pants, or a lion that’s stinking up an entire room.

The world did its best to adjust to this shift, due to the supernatural nature of such transformations there seemed to be little else to do other than to indulge such people when they transformed in the child-like fantasy they found themselves occupied with. Diapers were changed, bottles were refilled, and cribs constructed to accommodate nap time for the elephant in the room whose eyes are beginning to appear rather heavy.

These spells of transformation would appear for about a day or so, though longer with some individuals, before in only a few moments they would return to their human form wondering why their bottoms were covered by a diaper containing a hefty amount of baby powder. Those who did not experience mental regression appeared to both maintain their previous intelligence as well as persist in their new forms for longer periods of time.

It was exciting for some, a change in their lives that gave them a new spark and some even viewed it as a superpower. To others, it was a nuisance and something to be ashamed of. The world had not quite formed their opinion on the subject matter fully, as it was very much still in a stage of adjustment. Still, there were those who were jealous of people who had an animalistic alter form, and those who feared that they themselves may become one as well.

Hunter was unsure whether or not he would want to be one of those people. Sure, he had always wondered what it would be like to have a different body, but the fact that it would be out of his control when he transformed, let alone what species he would take, was a daunting prospect.

He had kept his head down when this began to blow up, but had gone in secret on the internet to view photographs of such transformations. Some of them were beautiful, others appeared fierce and feral-like despite still being bipedal, and while others still appeared to be rather cute. Part of him secretly wished to be like them, if even for the fact that it would make him more interesting. He figured it was more like a superpower than a curse, despite the disruption to the people’s lives when at any given instant they might turn into an antelope. Regardless, he wondered what it would feel like to be covered with fur, scales, or even have hooves at the bottoms of his feet. It was a marvel that science had just barely scratched the surface of.

Turning on the television, he settled comfortably onto his couch as the evening news began to play.

“It is estimated that approximately fifteen percent of the population has been affected by these transformations, and the numbers continue to rise every day as more are discovered. Today, for the very first time we witnessed our first species of tasmanian devil. The reports tell us that there was some irony in this, as the personality of the ‘transformant’ appears to be largely non-conflictory.”

Hunter smirked, imagining what it must be like to be a peaceful person transformed into one of the more aggressive of the Australian mammals.

Something was itching him around the waistband of his pants at that moment, and he reached back to scratch his bottom, not caring that he would have appeared a little boarish in doing so. The news continued.

“Studies have indicated that four out of every five of the transformants appear to undergo mental regression as well, raising quite a stink in some of the more populated sectors of the world.”

Again with the jokes, they’re on fire.

Hunter thought to himself, even as the itching persisted. He scratched his chin, ensuring to use that hand that had not been idly scratching his ass while he watched evening television. He felt something soft brush against his fingers, causing him some pause for a second.

I shaved this morning… What…

A cold sense of dread washed over him as he brushed his fingers over his face once more, feeling what was decided not stubble but a soft, silky fur that appeared to be growing increasingly in volume.

Oh my god it’s happening it’s actually happening it’s happening what do I do who… Do I call someone shit no I need to get a mirror.

A panicked slew of thoughts coursed through his head as he bolted upright, turning around to look towards the entrance of the living room. He paused, looking about, appearing visibly confused.

What… What was I…

He turned around, watching with a mixture of shock and awe as out of the top hem of his pants he could see a distinct tail beginning to grow out of him. It itched a little, but the more fur that was beginning to grow on his body the less he was feeling the sensation of growing this fifth limb. He watched, his mouth slightly ajar as a distinct cyan blue stripe appeared in the center of the bushy appendage. The bordering fur was dark blue, and a word bubbled up to the surface of his thoughts as he continued to observe.

Skunk.

A wave of revelation washed over him, as if an ancient spirit had descended from the heavens to impart to him the knowledge of his spirit animal. He was a skunk, his ‘furry’ form was a skunk, that was his animal. Hunter had hardly any time to dwell on it more before he glanced down to see that he was standing completely in the nude.

Except, he was not nude. He was covered in a lush, silky fur coat that appeared as soft to the touch as when he reached down with his paw pads and gently stroked some of the thick fluff that had grown on his thigh. It was impossibly soft, and incredibly comfortable to the touch.

Casper’s ears twitched, and still appearing awestruck he reached up and gently cupped the two fluff tufts that ascended from the top of his head. He could swivel them, moving them this way and that as sounds began increasingly more punctuated as he continued to turn them from the television still broadcasting in front of him to the distant hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen one room over.

Between his rounded ears, a mane of white hair had sprouted as well. Just peeking into his vision, he pawed at it and saw that it was white as snow. His head fur rested comfortably on his head, and with a swish of his tail he spun in a circle looking down at himself and clutching at his new form in his paws.

He was completely amazed; joy, anguish, awe, despair, and exhilaration all whirled in his head as he found himself unable to even try to think of what he should do next. The more he tried to think about it, the harder it was to even formulate a proper sentence in his head. Something alluded him, the ability to articulate let alone make a judgment call for his next action seemed just barely out of place.

Casper looked down, seeing that he was now longer naked but now had appeared to be clad in some kind of thick underwear. It rustled as he moved his thighs, the thick undergarment crinkly with every movement of his body in a fashion that was almost as comforting as the soft, lush sensation of its fluffy interior. The diaper appeared to be equipped to handle members of his species, as he glanced behind himself to admire his thick bottom he saw that a tape was placed just above his tail, keeping it secured around his waist.

The skunk placed a paw on his padded front, gently squeezing it and feeling just how cushy it was. He was rather intrigued by it, reaching around with the other paw and giving his padded tush an experimental pat. A small plume of white powder poofed out of the gaps in his leg guards, and his newly sensitive nose became aware of the distinct scent of baby powder.

The smell delighted the skunk, and his jaw loosened as a momentary stupor came over him, utterly enamored by the sensation of being lovingly taped up in a thick, white diaper. No longer were his thoughts focusing on the fact that he had recently discovered he was one of the people who would spontaneously shapeshift, he was transfixed by the state of his clothes.

Casper felt the touch of denim on his paw pads, and he glanced down from having raised his head up in an expression of pure ecstasy. His wardrobe had shifted once more, but now to a level that was significantly more complete. The skunk saw that he now appeared to be clad in a pair of shortalls covering a onesie. The clasps on the bottom of the onesie and shortalls overlapped one another, appearing to be designed for easy access if he needed a change.

In addition to his new clothes, which provided a comfortable amount of support underneath his padded bottom, an accompanying pacifier was clipping underneath one of the straps of his shortalls. It dangled right next to the front pocket of his denim overalls, right next to a small blue paw print which matched the main hue of his fur.

Upon seeing the pacifier, Casper immediately moved to place it into his muzzle. He had been drooling a little bit, and opened his maw awkwardly as he batted at the pacifier. It was tricky, given the fact that his handpaws now appeared to be clad in thick mittens, which he was having trouble getting used to using for object manipulation. His footpaws were similarly clothed, making it so the ends of his extremities were wrapped in soft, cotton cushions that above all else made him feel even more comfortable.

Casper cooed as he finally managed to coax the pacifier into his muzzle, the pacifier bulb alighting on his tongue on which he began to eagerly suckle. The pressure of the pacifier guard against his new lips felt pleasant, almost familiar to him. He felt comforted, a sensation of safety came over him as he stood wriggling his bottom in his new clothes for the sheer enjoyment of wearing them.

Casper plopped himself back on the couch, happy to sit amongst the cushions of the comfortable piece of furniture and reach over for one of the stuffed animals that were lolling on top. He selected a teddy bear, who he clutched in his lap as he looked up at the television. The news was still going on, but the number of big words being used as well as the topics being discussed were now all too boring. Casper wanted to watch cartoons, something colorful and action packed at a level of humor that he would be able to grasp given his current mental predicament.

Reaching for the remote, he struggled for a few minutes as he did his best to try and manipulate the buttons on it despite being mittened. It was quite the task, but eventually he figured out an effective method to press on the arrow buttons using the tip of his nose. It was slow work, but slowly but surely he was able to flip through the channels until he arrived at exactly what he wanted.

Ponies pranced on the screen, amongst rainbows and singing flowers which he found himself quickly intrigued by. He settled into his cushions for a while, finding himself half dozing to the pretty pictures on the screen and lavishly suckling on the pacifier in his muzzle. He felt content, his tail used as a pillow as he curled up on the coach enjoying the added warmth that his fur retained in his body.

It was much more comfortable than when he had had skin, though that memory was a distinct island in the horizon of his mind he had decided with finality that he preferred being a skunk. After all, when he was a skunk he got to wear diapers, and those were definitely his favorite article of clothing.

Casper’s bladder twinged. He barely noticed the sensation, as he was too busy with being engrossed in the current jibberings of the cartoon characters on the television. Unconsciously, he moved his legs to allow for a more comfortable position. Spread eagle across the couch, he only noticed a minute later that the front of his padding had grown significantly warmer than it had before. Thicker too, and as he shifted once more he felt the bulk of the front of his soggy padding rub up against him.

The onesie and shortalls kept his diaper pressed up against his form, and with the added thickness he just deposited he could feel the tightness of the tapes pressing down against him.

This tightness only intensified as he felt himself growing aroused at the stimulation, the sensation of the warm, mushy insides of his padding rubbing against him in just the right manner. He could feel his libido rising at a much higher intensity than it normally did when he was feeling huffy. Perhaps it was a result of the transformation, but that was a concept far away from his regressed mind as he started to unconsciously grind himself against the front of his padding.

It felt so good. Now distracted from the TV show in front of him, he positioned the teddy bear on top of his diaper front and pressed it against him using his mittens. That felt even better, bringing his thighs together as much as the bulk of the padding allowed, he humped the face of the stuffie into the front of his sog. He could smell the mixture of pee and baby powder mingling together, titillating his nostrils and further exacerbating his growing erection. He was now rock hard, tenting as much as he could against the resistant inside of his wet diaper while rocking forward into the feeling.

It was the warmth and the material, combined together Casper began to pant with the effort of expressing just how much he enjoyed wearing a soggy diaper. He would have continued, had his tail not flagged a minute later. There was almost no warning, no effort at resistance, no ability to stop what was happening. As a small cramp formed in his lower stomach, flatulence escaped his behind only to be muffled by the layers of baby clothing currently enclosing his waist.

His fluffy tail now sitting high over his head, he grunted softly into his pacifier as he felt the load being released from his rear end. It was as if there was never any pressure from his rear sphincter to begin with, his accident slid out of him as it was his second nature to simply push it out whenever he needed to go. This newfound incontinence did not register in the hazy mind of the fennec, who merely gurgled contentedly in response to the feeling of relief that came with relieving himself.

His backside ballooned, accompanying the surprisingly large amount of mess that he pushed into it. The diaper held, the pressure of the clothing pressing it into his fur and spreading it through his diaper. As he was sitting, this doubled the spread of the contents of his padding until he felt himself encased in a wet and very, very messing diaper.

The feeling of soft, mushy accident against his bottom combined with the additional amount of pee he dribbled out as he went doubled the intensity of his lust for his padding. Casper’s hips bucked, the skunk finding himself in a state of heat so intense he had never experienced the likes of before. He was now desperate to finish, the blood rushing to his member as he whimpered softly past the guard of his pacifier. He whined again, the sound so loud it drowned out the sounds coming from the television set as he started to hump his plushie in earnest.

His pacifier fell from his skunk lips, hanging on its pacifier clip as drool pooled out of his muzzle and dropped onto the couch beneath him. He hardly noticed, feeling the sensation of being so well contained in his thoroughly used diaper that the world was completely drowned out by his one and only desire.

He just wanted to finish, the level of horniness consuming his already dulled mind taking complete control of him as he humped with an increasing tempo.

The warmth, the slight moisture, the feeling of helplessness and complete dependence on his diapers completely engrossed his mind as he babbled out nonsensical fragments of concerted effort.

And then he came, rearing his head back as the fur on his back and tail stood on end while the rush of endorphins consumed his nervous system. He let out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a yowl as he felt his member finally give into the stimulation. The diaper lapped him his addition to its contents without complaint, and Casper basked in the sensation of finishing for minutes on end.

It was a lengthy orgasm, flushing his cheeks with red and causing his limbs to twitch and spasm from the intensity of the experience. A minute later, he found himself swaying in his seat as a wave of exhaustion washed over him. The afterglow of the experience encased him like a warm blanket, and he found himself sinking down back into his seat as his eyes drifted close. He let out a few hot breaths, weakly bringing his mittened paws up to his pacifier and clumsily pushing it back into his lips.

Casper readjusted his teddy bear in his lap, bringing his arms around him before eventually drifting off into a fluffy, soft sleep. It was filled with dreams of clouds, dancing stars, and little diapered teddy bears that seemed all too happy to pat him on his used diaper, telling him what a well behaved little boy he was for filling them up so eagerly as he had.

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Despite Hunter’s initial reluctance to accept his new reality, he woke up the next morning feeling more refreshed than he had in a while. While his skunk form had receded, he found himself waking up in the same soiled diaper he had used the night previously. After a hasty cleaning up, during which he found the process of being dressed in baby clothing a little less enjoyable given his pressing hygienic responsibility, he had some time to think about who Casper was.

It was out of his control, but the memories of the intense enjoyment of the situation he had been in the night before did not leave his mind. He experienced such episodes with increasing frequency during the next few following months, during which an infrastructure was eventually established for people just like him.

They were basically large daycares, centers organized around taking care of those who found themselves undergoing bouts of regression and transformation. They were designed to keep people safe, as if one was driving a bus while they were mindlessly filling their pants and cooing at cars passing by there would be a significant risk to society.

Transformed persons were fed, changed, given entertainment, and plenty of stuffies to accommodate their limited attention span. When Hunter got an inclination that he would be turning into Casper sometime soon, he would check in. Sometimes he would check in while his tail was already beginning to sprout and his padding was getting a little heavier than usual.

There was really nothing different from when he had had his infantilized episode in his apartment, except for one key exception. He had company, others transformed people who seemed as interested in his diaper as he was in theirs. They would be left to their own devices, gently fondling and snoofing the oversized pampers of their fuzzy or scaly brethren amidst an array of colorful, plastic toys in playpens just big enough to keep them safe and sound.

Casper reveled in such environments, and as much as Hunter was sometimes sheepish to admit, he too found it an enjoyable experience.

At the very least, he was not the one in charge of making sure that his stinky bottom was kept clean and his fur fluffy. Not to mention the fact that being covered head to toe in shampoo and lathered affectionately by furs who did not mentally regress was a luxurious experience few things could compare to.

Except, of course, the feeling of a very full bottom gently pressing up against his bottom through the restrictive fabric of his ever favorite pair of baby shortalls. Hunter had gone from being apprehensive about potentially transforming, to embracing it. He loved little else as much as when it was Casper’s time to come out and play.