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But he takes it literally and thinks he's gonna hook up with a fox. Imagine his surprise when it's a skunk girl who meets him in the restaurant! Lucky for him, he falls in love almost instantly. Pearl changes his life from that moment on. Introduces him to diapers, shows him around the Anthro part of town, and even gets his hair dyed! But the real changes start when they move in. More changes are in store for him after that. What happens? Read and find out!\n\nAs always, share with your friends, drop a fave, and leave a comment\n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55758534/", "description_bbcode_parsed": "SCAT WARNING.

Emerald, yes, that's what his friends call him, gets a blind date with a hot vixen. But he takes it literally and thinks he's gonna hook up with a fox. Imagine his surprise when it's a skunk girl who meets him in the restaurant! Lucky for him, he falls in love almost instantly. Pearl changes his life from that moment on. Introduces him to diapers, shows him around the Anthro part of town, and even gets his hair dyed! But the real changes start when they move in. More changes are in store for him after that. What happens? Read and find out!

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For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55758534/", "writing": "A Messy Relationship\n\nThere she was on top of me, grinding her diaper against mine. Since we’re both wet, the sensation is unreal, her pussy grinding against my dick, with a layer of wet diaper in between. “Oh, Emerald!” She squeezed her furry breasts against each other and pinched her nipples. Her tail straight in the air she sprayed more of her stink into the room, I thrust my hips in tempo with her, grinding my dick against her pussy, the giant diapers adding more stimulation. The smell kept me going, ever-lasting, numb in the brain, head empty.\n\nThis is me. I think it’s pretty clear that now isn’t the time for talking, but you’re probably wondering what the hell I’m doing. Well, it all started when I met her. I wasn’t too sure what to think about interspecies dating, but my friend tony had told me to try it. “Dude, I know real vixen.” I thought he had meant a fox; I think foxes are hot as fuck. \n\n“Sure, man. Hook me up. I’ll give anything a shot once.” If only I hadn’t filled in the blanks. A day later, Tony texted me her number. Pearl. Not the first name I’d choose for a vixen, but I don’t judge too much, everyone calls me Emerald because of that one incident in school. Everyone seemed to know, too, so I was Emerald for the rest of my life! \n\nPearl\nHi! Are you Emerald? \n\nMe\nYes, that’s me. Tony must have told you about that. Are you Pearl?\n\nPearl\nYes. Tony set us up for a date. What do you like?\n\nMe\nWell, I was thinking maybe a movie, a nice dinner, and chill out at your place afterwards.\n\nPearl\nOh. Can we do your place instead?\n\nMe\nSure. That’s fine with me. Let’s say, tomorrow at 5?\n\nPearl\nI can do that. You’ll see me when we meet. \n\nDarn it, I was hoping for a selfie or something. Oh well, tomorrow at 5. That’s fine, I can wait. \n\nTomorrow came and I waited for Pearl at The Azure Bovine, the best 3-star restaurant I could afford. I’ve been on my fair share of dates where they dine and dashed, so nothing too fancy. I didn’t tell her I was here, so I got my phone out.\n\nMe\nI’m here. I’m wearing the green flannel shirt.\n\nPearl\nOk.\n\nWatching the patrons flow in and out, I wait for a sexy fox to come in. Maybe a flowing dress, low cut, cleavage showing. I order an appetizer to keep myself busy. Then, someone catches my eye. A white skunk walked in wearing a puffy pink sweater with a large, wide collar. She was wearing a drawstring bag, the strings only emphasizing her chest. Her long flowing white skirt came down to her ankles. Black and pink stripes ran up her tail, with smaller ones on her cheeks. I’m not usually one for skunks, it’s obvious I like foxes, but she was adorable. Her white hair, tied in a ponytail, with a light blue streak, was a draw too. It looked like she was looking around the restaurant for someone, her large light blue eyes scanning everywhere. \n\nOur eyes met, I blushed. Someone like her must have had a date, so I look away. Her eyes opened wide and began walking onto the dining room floor, saying something to the host. She’s coming my way, oh god, act natural. “Emerald?” A sweet voice fluttered across the table. I look toward the sound. It’s her! The skunk girl!\n\n“Yes.” I shoot out of my seat, red faced. My god, I’m acting like a middle schooler meeting their crush for the first time. “Hi, I’m Emerald!” I thrust my arm out to her.\n\nShe moves her handbag to her other hand and shakes it. “Well, aren’t you a gentleman?” Awkwardly, I shuffle around her and pull her chair out for her. I remember what my mother said, ‘treat women with kindness and be chivalrous.’ I always was kind, but I was regressing to an awkward kid around her. “Goodness.” She sat down, placing her drawstring bag on the left side of her chair.\n\nI sit down again, telling myself not to panic. “You know, there was a bit of a miscommunication. Tony told me he knew a “real vixen” to hook me up with. I was expecting a fox. A skunk is a surprise.”\n\n“You don’t like skunks?” She looked at me with an innocent look. \n\n“Oh no, I’ve just never dated one.” I panic. “You’re just so beautiful.”\n\n“Hey,” she put her hand on mine, “Relax. It’s ok. This my first blind date too.” She gives me a motherly smile that tells me everything will be ok. Her smile was just as beautiful as her.\n\n“Yeah, you’re right,” I said to her. I took a deep breath just as my appetizer showed up. A hot plate of Seafood Eggrolls was placed in front of us, the scent of tilapia, shrimp, and crab meat wafted over the table. “Good timing. I ordered us an appetizer.” I ordered it for me, but there’s no way I was going to not share them now that she was here. \n\n“How nice.” She reached for an eggroll and took a delicate bite, some of the filling spilling onto the plate at her place.\n\nThe date continued and it turns out we had a lot in common. We both liked bad movies, old music, and we were both workaholics. “You know,” she said to me after a mouthful of shrimp salad, “you don’t see a human dating an Anthro very often. What with the stigma and all that.” \n\n“Oh?” I honestly never knew there was stigma around it. “I know a few people that married some Anthros, and they all seem like decent people.”\n\n“Well, you seem to keep decent company.” She said, taking another bite of her salad. “Most people wouldn’t even dream of dating one.” She looked at me inquisitively.\n\n“I’ll be honest. I honestly thought you were gonna be a fox. I’ve never dated a skunk before, but you’re very sweet.” I meant that too. “I’m willing to give it a chance. I don’t see why humans and Anthros can’t be together.” That was also true. I never understood the hatred that my fellow humans had for Anthros. They’re very nice people, most anyway. Sure, they had their own stores, restaurants, and other businesses, but we barred them from ours, so isn’t that only fair that they have their own?\n\n“I’ll say right now,” she put her fork down, finishing her salad, “You’re more tolerable than most people Tony has set me up with.” She waived for the waiter. “I’ve insisted I talk to them more before going out on a date with them, but Tony told me that I’d be just fine with this one, bro.”\n\n“That is how Tany talks.” I laughed, all my tension releasing at once. “I’d love to take you out again.” I place my head in my hands, maintaining eye contact the best I can (I’ve been working on that), “and whatever YOU want to do.” The waiter came to take our plates, he also left the bill. I began to reach for my wallet when she slapped her card on it.\n\n“You get the tickets and we’ll call it even.” She smirks.\n\n“You so get me!” We get up and take the bill up front. We still had the movie to go to, after all.\n\n* * *\n\n“I still can’t believe that Booptimus Ryme died!” I shouted as I unlocked the door to my apartment complex. \n\n“I didn’t really understand it, but it was a really good movie.” She still looked sweaty from the hot theatre. “So why were they after the NoZapp?”\n\nI explained it to her again as we climbed the stairs. “The NoZap prevented the DisinfoCons from destroying life. The MechBots were trying harness its power to rebuild their planet.”\n\n“Oh. I’m still confused. Who are the DisinfoCons?”\n\n“Don’t worry about it, it’s just a silly movie.” As we reached the door to my apartment, I opened to door. “Oh, shit.” I totally forgot to clean up. The place was full of pizza boxes, my clothes were scattered everywhere, dishes in the sink, “I can’t believe I forgot to clean up!” My face went red, I could feel it.\n\n“It’s fine, I’m no better.” She slid around me, popping off her cabaret slip on shoes. She looked around and found the couch amongst the mess. “Don’t mind if I make myself at home.” She made her way over while I struggled to get my shoes off. She looked around as she slowly walked through the mess. “A bachelor pad if I ever saw one.”\n\n“Yeah. I haven’t been looking for a relationship since my ex dumped me, so I may or may not have let myself go a bit.” I couldn’t help but look at her ass as she walked away. Underneath her fluffy, striped tail was a plump but not fat butt. I could see how large she was through her skirt. It jiggled as she walked, driving her sex appeal further up in my book. STOP IT! She’s gonna see you ogling her ass and call you a creep! I finally take my shoes off and make my way over to her. \n\n“Well, she made a mistake.” She sat on my grungy couch, scooting clothes and food wrappers aside. There was a crinkling noise as she sat down. Her face grew red for a second as she set her drawstring bag on the floor. “But I do agree that this place is kind of a mess.”\n\n“Yeah…” I pick up the wrappers that she set aside and quickly shoved them into the overflowing trashcan. “So, tell me, are you out dating humans?” I sit down next to her.\n\n“Anthros don’t care as much about interspecies or interracial relationships, it’s the humans who care more about being ‘pure.’ Besides, it’s skunks that must be pickier.” She reached into her drawstring bag for her phone, more crinkling noises. “You know those cartoons and shows with feral animals?” She showed me a GIF of a feral skunk, black with white stripes down the tail, spraying someone in the face, it’s spray shooting like a projectile. “Well, we can do that, and that’s why we skunks have a hard time dating anyone other than other skunks.” She shuffled in her seat, the crinkling sound returning. “And, well, as you may have guessed, the smell has carried over when the ferals morphed into Anthros.”\n\n“So, you’re only bet is to date another skunk or not at all?”\n\n“There is another option.” Her face went red, and she looked away for a moment. “Emerald, how kinky are you?!” \n\nThis took me by surprise, I hadn’t heard her shout or raise her voice this entire time. “Very.” Is this going where I think it’s going?\n\n“Well, our other option is… is…” She grabbed my hand and slowly moved it towards her. I sat there and let her move it, silently. She placed my hand on her crotch, and pressed my hand into it. Her eyes were squeezed shut; her lips tight. \n\n“Wait, Pearl we don’t have to move so fast if it-“ it was soft. I mean, yeah, she’s covered in fur, but soft, like a pillow. “What is this?” I squeezed my hand into whatever this soft thing was.\n\n“We skunks have to wear d-d-d-d-diapers to help contain the smells.” She looked away; her ears were twitching.\n\n“Oh.” I squeezed it. “That explains why this is so soft.”\n\n“You’re not gonna kick me out or call me a freak?” She turned around and grasped my hands within hers. \n\n“No. It’s not my fault you need them.”\n\n“Well, I kinda need them too. I wear them so often that I, sort of, maybe, grew reliant on them.” She started to tear up, looking away from me.\n\nI grasped her chin and gently pulled her back to me. “It’s ok. I get it. It’s not your fault we humans make you wear them.” I placed my forehead on hers, her fur felt so soft on my skin. “I still think you’re wonderful. Still kind, beautiful, and a wonderful woman.”\n\nShe must have read the cue; she leaned in and kissed me. I kissed her back of course. “Emerald.” She reached down and lifted her skirt. I could see her diaper now; it was white with colorful letter blocks and baby animals in diapers. She moved my hand to touch the diaper directly. It was even softer than through her skirt. It was covered with a clear plastic coating, so it wasn’t just the diaper material, whatever it was. “I want you to see.” I heard hissing noise. Is she using her diaper? The diaper started getting warmer in my hands, I felt it getting heavier, I couldn’t resist the urge to squeeze it. The diaper turned yellow in my hands; she was using it! There wasn’t any smell though, I expected something at least. I could feel my dick getting harder, my pants feeling tighter. No way I was into this, right? Right?\n\n“Pearl,” I paused, squishing the diaper again, “I think you’ve awakened something in me.”\n\n“Do you wanna try one?” She released my other hand and leaned back to reach her bag. Grabbing the whole thing, she dove into it, the crinkling noise now explained. She pulled out two more of the same diapers. “I must carry around spares. I bet you would love wearing them.” She looked at me hopefully. “I don’t know anyone else that wears as much as I do, so my friends think I’m weird. I bet I could convince you.”\n\nI looked at them, the folded, clean diapers in her hands. Squishing the diaper in my hands again, I seemed to crave this feeling, and I doubt she would let me do this all night. “Ok. I’ll TRY one,” I looked her in the face with all the seriousness I could muster, “for you.”\n\n“OH YAY!” She leapt for joy; my hand ripped away from her diaper. Grabbing my hands, she dragged me off the couch. “Which way is your room?” I pointed to the room with an open door and shades drawn, and was abruptly tugged that way. Tossing me onto my bed (thank god there was no trash on my bed) she started unfolding the diaper and ruffling it up. \n\nI have never been so embarrassed in my life. Our first date was going so well then, she wants to put me in a diaper. I always thought I’d be cool showing a girl my dick on the first date, like all those bros do. Wrong. I had to cover my face as she excitedly pulled off my pants and shirt, leaving me standing there in only my green boxers. “C’mon, the more you linger on it, the less likely you’ll do it.” It’s almost like she knew me. My boxers had holes in the front seams, only making it worse. I don’t like buying new underwear as soon as there’s a tiny hole, that’s wasteful.\n\n“Slow down a bit.”\n\n“Not a chance.” She ripped, and I mean ripped, off my boxers exposing my boner to her. “Oooh, nice size there, tiger.” Before I could make a snarky remark back, she promptly thrust her hand underneath me, lifted my rear and shoved the diaper under me. It was soft, like sitting on a thin, but poofy pillow. She promptly started folding the diaper over my groin and did up the tapes. It was over so fast I had no idea what she was really doing. “There.” She stood back and wiped the sweat from her brow, admiring her handiwork: me in a diaper.\n\nI felt for my dick through the diaper; there it was. I could even tent diapers the same way I could tent my boxers. I didn’t really know what to expect, I haven’t worn diapers since I was two. It was very soft, left lots of room for anything I’d leave in it, and looked as poofy as it felt. “I’ll give you one thing,” I said as I got up, “I feel cozy.”\n\n“Just wait until you use it.” She rubbed the bulge in my diaper. “You’ll love what happens then.”\n\nDid I flip the right switch to make her lewd? “Can I at least put my shirt back on?” As if to answer my question without saying anything at all, she took her sweater off, showing me her breasts, barely being held by her black bra. My face went red. “We’re even.” Is that why she wore a sweater, to define the term sweater puppies? I’m no genius with fashion or anatomy, but I knew that those were E cups. \n\n“I’ve never gone this far on a first date before.” She squished her breasts together with her arms, looking down and blushing.\n\nI waddled over to her and held her by the waist, “You look beautiful.” I dared to lean in for another kiss, she accepted it, going a step further and shoving her tongue inside my mouth. I Wrapped my arms around her waist and fell onto the bed, taking her with me. The rest? Well, I don’t kiss and tell.\n\n* * *\n\nAfter that fateful day, we spoke every day. We made plans to hang out every week! It’s been about a month now and everything is going great. Sure, it may just be the honeymoon phase, but I’m living it. Every time we meet up, we come back to my house too and get in diapers; she got me into them. In fact, today, she said she’s gonna take me shopping. Not usually my favorite thing in the world, but she said she’ll make it fun.\n\nMe\nI just got off the train, I’ll meet you in front of the station.\n\nPearly\nBeat you to it, silly Billy <3\n\nPearl was already at the top of the station stairs, waiting for me. She wore her short denim skirt and a logo tee today. I could see her diaper from the bottom of the stairs, but I don’t think she really cared anymore who saw, now that she had someone who was into it nearly as much as she was. She asked me to wear a diaper today too, so of course I was padded up. I was wearing some loose basketball shorts, so it didn’t look weird. I learned one day that I shouldn’t wear clothes that are too loose but not too tight either. Jeans will make them leak more easily and sweatpants will make the diaper show. The basketball shorts were loose enough that it looked like I had a big butt or something, just like her. “You did beat me.”\n\n“I don’t wanna be late for our big day. I have plans for you, Emmy.” We kissed right at the top of the stairs, making everyone jealous.\n\n“So, what are your plans, anyway? You said something about shopping.”\n\n“I’m gonna show you something that a lot of humans don’t get to see.” She grabbed my hand and started leading me down the busy business district. There were a lot of Anthros in this area and very few humans; Pearl must have seen that I was wondering that and said, “This is a business district for Anthros, not a single human store here. Well, meant specifically for humans.”\n\n“Ah. But there’s,” I counted with my free hand, “nine humans though.”\n\n“Very likely they’re also in a relationship like we are.” She nuzzled into me, her tail wrapping around my neck. She knew I loved it when she did that. Despite being a skunk, she didn’t smell at all because of the diapers.\n\n“Seems like my kind of crowd.” They all looked unusual though. I know I looked rather boring; long mop of brown hair, trimmed beard, and plain clothes, but these folks looked like they were into punk rock.\n\n“We’re here!” She dragged me into a store with just a pair of scissors above the door. Inside there were a bunch of rotating plush seats, in front of mirrors surrounded by lights. The counters below the mirrors had several bottles and containers of various colored liquids, all around a deep sink. She asked me to sit in one of the chairs in what looked like a waiting area while she spoke to the receptionist. Two other ladies, a Husky and an Otter, were at the mirrors on the other side, clipping the fur of a pair of Scottish Folds. \n\nI recognized a salon when I saw one. As a kid, grandma would often take me when she was watching me for the day and she had to get her hair done. I always wondered that those chairs with the dome looking things were like. I always thought they were brain suckers when I was little. They had a long line of them against the wall on the far end of the building, sitting in front of a mural of what could only be described as two interpretive dancers taking the term interpretive literally. \n\n“Emerald?” A black furred poodle strutted my way. His tight, high cut pink top was tied in a knot covering up a large poof of fur on the top portion of his chest. A pink bandana kept his poof of fur on his head contained as well. The tight booty shorts had more fur sticking out of the top. “I’m ready for you darlin’.” This guy was a walking stereotype. \n\n“Alright.” I stand up and follow him to one of the swiveling chairs, Pearl nearby. \n\n“You trust me, don’t you?” She said to me as I sat down.\n\n“Well, I assume you want me to get a haircut and you took me to your salon. It’s about time I get a cut anyway.”\n\nShe looked at me sheepishly. “Yyyyyyyes and no.” She looked at the poodle then back at me. “While I was here getting my streak touched up, I figured maybe you’d like a new look?”\n\nI’ll be the first to admit I’m a boring dude. You could look at the milktoast main characters in an anime, that you’re supposed to associate with because they’re meant to be you, and think it was me. However, I wouldn’t mind a new look. If it isn’t anything crazy. “I don’t have any ideas in mind though.”\n\n“Oh, but honey, I do.” The poodle spoke up finally as he wrapped the big towel around me. “Let Devon work his magic. You won’t even recognize yourself.”\n\n“Devon here is an artist!” She must really trust this guy to let him give me a new look. \n\n“Ok, let’s shake things up.” Why not right?\n\n“Pearly, he’s a keeper for sure.” Devon peeked his head around the corner. Syber, are you done with the twins? Yes? Excellent, can you come over and work with Pearl? I have a blank canvas that must be painted!” He turned around on his heels and looked at me with a fiery gaze. “Young man, prepare yourself.”\n\nI’ve been to barbers before, but never have I had my hair done by a stylist. My god, it’s a different world. Jim would just ask me how things were going and if the folks were doing ok. This Devon guy? Oh no, he wanted to know every little detail about my life. Where I went to college, what my favorite food is, how long Pearl and I have been dating, my favorite color. “I’d say purple.”\n\n“The color of royalty! YES!” I didn’t know what I said at the time, but I should have realized he was probing me and trying to get a feel for what to give me. The only time he didn’t talk to me was when he was washing my hair. “Boy, you don’t take care of your hair, do you?” He lowered me into the sink and that was my only moment of peace! After that it was a barrage of questions and products being practically spilled into my hair.\n\nI would occasionally catch a glance at Pearl. She and Syber were having polite conversation as Syber was folding her goop covered hair into strips of foil. “What’s with the foil?”\n\n“Haven’t you ever seen anyone get their hair dyed?” Pearl said to me without looking, as Syber kept folding her fair.\n\n“Aren’t we an eager beaver?” Devon slapped a box of foil on the counter. “You’ll be next dear.”\n\n“What?” I looked at the foil, then him, then the plastic container with goop in his hand. “Oh.”\n\n“Now hold still, don’t want this getting in your face.” He began to coat my hair, strips at a time, with the goop. “When I’m done, you’re gonna love it.” Within no time, he prepared another container of goop, and another, and another. By the time we were done, Pearl was done and sitting in the waiting room, while I just finished getting all my hair in foil. “I’ll be back in an hour, darling.” Devon strutted away, and Pearl replaced him. \n\n“What do you think?” She flipped her hair, it was a deeper blue now, almost cyan.\n\n“I love it. You look beautiful.” It was then I had a sudden thought. “Hey, who’s paying for this?”\n\n“Shhh.” She placed her finger to my lips. “Don’t worry about it.”\n\n“Alright, I guess. I’ve got an hour, wanna chat?”\n\nAn hour passed and Devonn had returned. “It’s time for the big reveal.” With the speed of a marathon runner, he removed all the foils as Pearl watched excitedly. All this attention sure makes me nervous. “Into the sink and we’ll see what color I have chosen for you.” He reclined the seat and my head lowered into the sink again. The water doused my face, I held my breath out of habit. \n\n“Oh. My. God. Devon!!!” Pearl hugged him with a bright and wide smile. “He looks so hot!”\n\n“Girl, you ain’t seen nothing yet, wait till it’s dry.” He turned off the water and raised my seat.\n\n“Emmy, don’t look yet! Please?”\n\n“Ok, ok.” I closed my eyes tightly. “See, I can’t see.”\n\n“Ok, to the dome dryer with you, hot stuff.” I learned something that day, the dome dryer are those chairs that had the brain sucker thing on them. He pulled me up and dragged me over to the brain sucking chairs. “Brrrrrrrrrt. Preparing the brain sucker.” He lowered the dome onto my head and laughed. “Just kidding, babe. They’re gonna dry your hair.” I laughed for the first time since my arrival there. “There’s that smile. You were so tense.”\n\n“He’s never had his hair done before. His mom always cut it.” Pearl peered at me from behind Devon.\n\n“Girl.” He looked at her, shocked, then back at me. “That explains a lot about you.” He turned the dial at the top of the dome. It roared to life, immediately I felt heat blowing around my head, drying my hair at a rapid rate. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes, hot stuff.” He walked away, talking to Syber. Pearl sat in the chair next to me, and we passed the time watching Anthros dancing and doing dumb things on FurTube.\n\nOnce the twenty minutes passed, Devon strode over again. “We’re about done, hot stuff.” He raised the done and pulled me back to another seat. I tried to not look in a mirror because I promised not to look yet. “You can look now. Behold, my masterpiece!” I slowly raised my head and observed his work.\n\n“Wow.” He had cut my hair very short, about two inches long. It was currently lying flat against my head despite being dry now, but I could still see what he had done. He had dyed it deep, royal purple, with two white skunk stripes on 10 and 2. “Just wow!” I felt my hair, it was softer than it ever was before. Checking my hand, it wasn’t dyed either, it was a genuine job, not like those small cans of spray you see around Halloween. \n\n“Just wow, darling?” He scoffed. “That’s all I get for four hours of cutting, dying, and spilling my heart to you?”\n\n“No, no. I really like it. I didn’t know what to expect, you know?”\n\n“Of course you didn’t.” Devon flipped his head to the side, “Devon is spontaneous!”\n\n“Now we’re both dyed!” Pearl hugged me, nearly tipping the chair. “You look so sexy!”\n\n“Oh,” I blushed, I’ve never been called sexy before, “Thanks Pearly.”\n\n“You’re not done yet darling.” In a flurry of hands, he wet my hair and added at least three more products, combing it into my hair. He then styled it so it spikes were pointing behind me. “There, now you’re stylish.”\n\nI looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like I belonged in Kingdom Hearts with all these spikes. “Cool.”\n\n“Now, go show the world what Devon has done. This canvas is complete!” He walked through a door leading to the breakroom. He must have been exhausted.\n\n“Yeah, let’s go. We’re not done yet.” Pearl hooked her arm around mine and walked me out the door. Walking across the street, there was a large, multi-story building. Large block letters read Anthro-Mart. “You can enter now, now that you’re with me.” \n\nIt was like walking into a whole other world. The place was full on Anthros and nothing but! The place looked bigger on the inside too, the shelves towering high above us almost to the ceiling. The floors and walls were a boring white, but everywhere else there was color! The products in the shelves were all colorful and varying in sizes. “It’s like Mark’s Club but…”\n\n“Anthro?”\n\n“Yes.” I was amazed by the sheer immensity of it all. A Zebra bouncer tried to stop me, but he let us go when Pearl waved at him. “He would have kicked you out if you weren’t with another Anthro.” She kept leading me past the isles, as the other Anthros watched us. The PDA was making me blush, but Pearl was smiling from ear to ear. We finally turned down an aisle, there were only two others in it. \n\n“How about this one, baby?” A blue and yellow fox was handing a pink and blue dog a sex toy. A dog dick dildo, in fact. It was about eight inches and pinkish, with white swirls. The knot was easily the size of my fist. Looking at it was we walked towards them, my asshole ached, thinking she was gonna buy a toy to use on me. The dog looked at it, grasping it firmly in her paws, inspecting every angle. “I really like the color of this one, and the knot would feel great!” The dog was apparently sounding her out, focused on inspecting the toy. She noticed a pump dangling the from the base of the toy. Gripping it firmly, she squeezed it, not knowing where the toy was pointing. The fox let out a “GAH” as something sticky and white blasted from the toy and coated her face. She started laughing, but the dogs face turned deep red; she looked away, and thrust the toy back into her lover’s paws. “We’ll keep looking.” The fox sighed and placed it back on the shelf.\n\nLuckily, we walked past the sex toys lining that section of the shelves. Near the end of the aisle were a bunch of large squarish plastic bags, in blue, pink, green, various colors. We stopped in front of them and I got a better look. Diapers; shelves upon shelves of them. “Here we are, my favorite section!” A cow, with puffy looking jeans a solid-colored black shirt with a marijuana leaf on it was loading her cart with what look like bag after bag of diapers from the shelves on the right. She quickly left the aisle when she saw us standing there. \n\n“I can see that.” I looked at the diapers on the left side of the aisle. “SkunkFree! Everyday Diapers. 10 per pack. Extra poofy.” Every color had a different pattern. The pink one had princesses and blocks, the blue ones had cute little dragons and knights, green had game controllers and computer screens, red had flames and apples, black had skulls and headphones with lighting blots shooting from them, yellow had suns with faces and sunflowers, and purple had fireworks and candies. There were plain white ones too, but who would want plain white? I liked the designs on the blue ones, but the purple color.\n\n“Choose a few.” I looked at her with a shocked look. “You’re gonna start wearing as often as me now. Choose a few and I’ll get you started.”\n\n“Oh, are you sure?” I certainly wouldn’t object to wearing when we were together, but as often as she did?\n\n“You don’t want to be diaper lovers?” She looked at me with puppy eyes, she knew that was my weakness.\n\n“Ok, I’ll give it a shot.” I stepped forward, inquisitively. If I was going to wear diapers from now on, I wanted to get ones I liked. Of course, I would choose the purple ones. I do love purple after all, and now everyone would know it just by looking at my hair. I grabbed the purple ones and gave them to Pearl to hold, looking at the other ones. I looked at the green ones and though since I was a gamer, I should get those too. Grabbing those, I also grabbed the blue ones.\n\n“You’re gonna look so cute!” She hooked my arm again, leaving me no choice, because my hands were carrying diapers. She dragged me though the store and up to the checkout. Dragging me away from a self-checkout, we went through a regular lane.\n\n“Hi! Did you find everything?” A silver fox asked us as she rang up the diapers. Her name tag read Trixie.\n\n“Oh, always.” Pearl dug into her drawstring bag, looking for her wallet.\n\n“You know, it’s not often we get a human in here.” The fox looked at me, at my hair, then directly at my face. “A cutie like you should come more often.” Now SHE was a vixen! Soft silver fur, short snout, beautiful yellow eyes, and her body was curvy. Her breasts hardly contained by the orange Anthro-Mart shirt, buttoned down the third button because of her voluptuous size, and her hips barely contained in her khaki pants. “Hope you come more often, sexy.”\n\n“He’s mine, sister.” Pearl looked at her, thrusting her card into the card reader.\n\n“Alright. My bad.” She leaned forward, “But if you two ever want a third, don’t hesitate to call me.” She handed me a business card with her number on it, but Pearl snatched it before I could read it. \n\nPearl grabbed all the packs of diapers and stormed off. Following her, I looked back for a second, “Have a good one.” She waved and got back to work.\n\n“Remind me to self-checkout from now on.” She told me as she thrust two packs into my hand. “Ok, let’s go to my place, it’s closer.”\n\n* * *\n\nHer house was much cleaner than my apartment. We walked twenty minutes out of town and there it was. A large two-story mansion, pink paint job, and black shutters. The windows facing the road were five panes tall, lining the face of the mansion. The fence bordering the yard was twice as tall as us with spikes along the top. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I.“ I didn’t know what to say. What I dating a rich girl? A princess? A diplomat?\n\n“I know what you’re thinking,” She gripped my arm tighter, “I haven’t been lying to you. I’m not some fancy, big wig, or rich person. This house was handed down through the family and it’s my generations turn to live in it.” I didn’t quite believe that, but whatever. She punched in the code and the gates opened for us. How many times was I gonna walk into another world today? The large yard was perfectly trimmed, spacious, there was even a hedge statue that looked like a chicken! \n\n“Why a chicken?” \n\n“I like chickens.” We kept walking, seeming like eternity until we reached the front door. Reaching in her bag again, she pulled out her keys. Unlocking the door with a big ka-chunk, the door popped open. “C’mon, hurry.” She pulled he inside, the door closing on its own. “I wanna get you padded up.” Now running she pulled me up her grand staircase, down a hallway, and into a dark room. She ran so fast I barely saw any of the inside of the mansion. \n\n“Why are we rushing?” She popped on the lights, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. She dragged me into a nursery, a baby room. The walls were painted lavender with white trim. The crib in the corner was humungous, it could fit an adult! The lower half of the walls had a painted scene of animals playing together peacefully under the sun. “Uh, Pearly? Is there something I don’t know about you?” The short shelves were filled with blocks, stuffed animals, and other toys. A large wardrobe stood in the far corner, and who knew what was in there. \n\n“Well, I thought,” she walked around me, “that since we’re gonna be padded up 24/7, and it’s been a month, I could finally show you.” She twirled around, her skirt raising as she did so, her diaper showing. “Show you my secret hobby!”\n\n“So, you like acting like a baby?” I had to admit I was feeling a bit uncomfortable, but I felt similar when she told me about diapers.\n\n“Well, it’s ABDL. A lot of us skunks end up getting into it, you know, because of the diapers and all.” She looked at me with worried eyes. “You don’t think I’m weird, do you?” She approached me and held my wrists, since my hands were full. “You don’t think I’m a weirdo, do you?”\n\nSure, I thought this whole thing was weird, but I was willing to give the diapers a shot, right? What could I possibly say to her? I dropped the diapers and held her hands, “Pearly,” I looked deep into her eyes, which were watering up with tears, “I don’t care what you’re into. You’re still my sweetheart and I don’t care what weird or unusual things you like.”\n\nShe started to cry, “Oh, Emmy!” She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, shoving her tongue in my mouth. I followed suit, shoving my tongue in her mouth, our tongues twirling together, spit oozing down our faces. “I love you.”\n\n“I love you too.” I picked up the diapers I set down. “So, how about we get me padded up?” Honestly, I was looking forward to trying some of my own diapers. I walked over to the crib and lowered the two sides. Sitting down, I grabbed the purple ones and set them next to me. \n\n“Of course!” She ran over and began ripping my pants off, boxers and all. I laid down and waited for her to start padding me up. Ripping open the bag of purple diapers, she pulled one out and ruffled it up. It was already big, almost as big as all those diapers on Pixiv that I discovered after she got me into this. Ruffling it only made it bigger.\n\n“Why do you do that? I’ve been meaning to ask.”\n\n“It makes it poofier and more absorbent.” She grabbed another one from the bag and unfolded it. “See?” She had the fluffed one in her left hand and the fresh from the bag one in her right. She was right, the ruffled-up one looked more comfortable than the other one. They both looked comfortable already, both could have easily been taped around my head and completely covered it. “No more distractions.” Lifting my ass for her, she slid the ruffled-up diaper underneath me. Reaching for the baby powder, she coated my dick and crotch in it, the smell filling the room. I took a deep breath, I learned to like the smell of baby powder over the last month. “Oh, baby likes it?” She placed her hand on my dick, already half chub from being exposed, now growing harder. “What about now?” She started to give me a hand job. Hand jobs from her were the best. Her beans and fur felt so good on my dick. “Yeah, who’s a good boy?” I started to moan. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”\n\n“I’m your good boy.” I was at her mercy, on the verge of cumming. “Pearl, I’m gonna-“ she stopped stroking. “What?”\n\n“Good boys don’t cum without their diapees.” I don’t know what switch I flipped, but I was all for it.\n\n“Yes, mommy.” Her face lit up at that. That was just the right thing. At lightning speeds, she did up the tapes, trapping my erection inside a prison of fluff.\n\n“And since I’m mommy, you’re gonna play like mommy.” She took off her skirt and top. Nude except for her diaper now, she mounted me, her diaper on top of my padded erection. “Mommy’s a skunk too, so you’re gonna learn how to play like one.” With her claw, she ripped a hole in the back of her diaper, exposing her ass. She strained and sprayed into the room, a visible green cloud rising-up behind her. \n\nThe smell filled my nostrils, making my eyes water. “Why did you do that?” I started to cough and couldn’t stop.\n\n“Mommy likes being able to let loose. You’ll let loose with me, won’t you?” She sprayed again, the green cloud filling more of the room. I felt fuzzy the more I breathed it, almost as if my mind was letting go. “Hey, Emmy, wet your diaper.” Without any hesitation, I let go of any control I was keeping on my bladder and let it go. I felt the warmth spread as I smelled more and more of her spray. “Good boy.” I don’t know why I wet my diaper when she asked me to, I just felt like obeying her.\n\n“Yes, I am a good boy.” I wanna be a good boy. I wanna make Momma happy.\n\n“Now, mess your diaper, Emmy.” She sprayed more stink into the room.\n\n“Yes mommy.” I clenched my abdominal muscles forcing whatever I had in me to evacuate. I felt my asshole spread as my mess left me, with an audible BLRMMPH. My diaper slowly filled and filled, nearly reaching the limit, my hot squishy mess in my diaper now spreading up my groin and touching my dick. It felt so good. \n\n“Such a good boy, messing for mommy.” She reached for my hand and pressed it into my diaper. I had never felt such a feeling before. Was she getting me into scat? Did she just flip MY switch? Moving my hand onto her diaper now, she wet herself. The warmth overtaking the front of the diaper ass her piss filled the diaper, now totally yellow. Dropping my hand, she began fondling herself, pinching her nipples and moaning loudly. How I wanted to get my mouth on her nipples, but I was pinned to the crib. She started grinding against me as she toyed with her breasts, her moans now growing louder.\n\n“Mommy, I wanna cum.” I started panting now as I was rubbing my dick head through the diaper, wet and messy, spreading the mess all around me.\n\n“I’m gonna cum too, Emmy!” Her panting was rapid now, her feminine voice only making he hornier. “KYAAAAAAAAAAH!” She sprayed more through her diaper as her arms dropped to her sides. I heard a distinct BLOOORP as she messed herself, the smell of both her spray and her mess filling the room now. I came promptly after the smells hit me. I felt the cum ooze through my mess and stick to my skin, by dick throbbing with each burst. Yeah, she got me into it. She fell on top of me, her breasts squishing against me, her breathing heavy. We laid there, recovering from our fun.\n\nAnd here we are at where you came in. Now you know why a human is dating a skunk girl and wearing diapers. But it doesn’t end there of course. I moved in with her right after that. She wanted me too and I couldn’t say no, could I? In fact, I don’t think I could if I wanted to. We got all my stuff from my apartment the same day and moved it in. She said she hired people to move it for us, but I didn’t see them at all. In a matter of a day, we were sleeping together in the same room, eating the same food, and wearing the same diapers every day. For some reason, I couldn’t get out of my head that I should call her mommy after that day, so I just called her mommy. She did change me after all, so it’s just our little way of being intimate. \n\nAfter a month of living like that, I was pretty comfortable. She found me a work from home job instead of my horrible retail job. It paid more than I ever thought I’d be paid, and I could work from home and always be with her. Sure, I had to be in my own room with an office, but that’s just the way it is when you’re a tech support agent for Mapple.\n\n“Mommy, when are you done today?” We were eating breakfast that morning right after being padded up.\n\n“9 pm, sweetie.” She drank her juice and finished up her Canadian bacon. I grabbed my sippie cup and finished my milk as well. I spilled on my romper one time and mommy insisted I use them from now on. It was a good idea. \n\n“Oh, same as me for once.” My schedule was always changing, so sometimes I didn’t get out of work until 3 AM. \n\nI got up to head to work but before I could leave, she stopped me. “Wait, I have something for you. Close your eyes.” I heard her getting up, her crinkling diaper prevented her from sneaking anywhere, and walking behind me. She placed something on me neck and clasped it. “I got you a choker!” She got her phone out and took a selfie with me, then sent the selfie. It was pink with a silver heart in the middle. The heart glittered in the light, as it sat above my adams apple. “It suits your new hair so well.”\n\n“Aww, thank you mommy.” I leaned in for a kiss, expecting a kiss.\n\n“It’ll change your life, trust me.” She gave me a kiss. She set the dishes in the sink and started walking out of the kitchen for her office. “Love you sweetie.” As she walked by, she spanked me, not like I felt it thanks to my diaper. “Wet your diaper.” She waved as she slid out the door. Shouting from the hall, “Just focus on work today! Don’t let anything distract you!”\n\nObeying her, I let loose and wet my diaper. I don’t know what happened, but every time she told me to wet or mess my diaper, I suddenly have the urge to do it. I stood there and let loose, filling my diaper with a wave of pee. Looking down at myself: The sailor scout romper with a teal skirt and collar and pink bow. She said I would look lovely in it. So lovely in fact, that we went back to Devon and redyed my hair bright pink and white. How could I say no to her? She gave me a nicer place to live, a better job, and my life it so much more relaxed now. I felt my diaper underneath my pleated skirt, it was warm and squishy, just the way I liked it. I don’t know why she told me to focus on work, but I always did.\n\nWith a new drive, I waddled up to my office, it was about time to start work. I was set to focus on work and not let anything distract me. Opening the door to my office, I turned on the light. She even renovated my office for maximum work efficiency. Blue walls and blue carpet, with one of those chair mats by my desk. She bought me a mini fridge for carbonated beverages or energy drinks, an entire desk for the work computer that they sent me, and helped make it a proper office. The air freshener in the corner of my room even sprayed a smell that helped keep me focused, she wouldn’t tell me what it was but it was somewhat sweet, with hints of citrus. Where would I be without her? Putting on my headset and booting up my Maz, I sat down. Logging in, I mentally prepared myself for my day. Despite my positivity, I didn’t enjoy this job as much as my retail job, but I got to work from home and it paid much more. It was still a customer service job, my specialty, but dealing with people from other countries was a pain sometimes. \n\nI clocked in and immediately got bombarded with customers. “This is gonna be a busy day.” I took a deep breath and opened the line. “Hello, thank you for calling Mapple Tech Support. My name is Emmy, how can I assist you today?” Nothing was going to distract me today, not even an earthquake. The room sprayer let out another spritz of the smell I liked so much, and I took a deep whiff. Today was gonna be a good day.\n\nA few hours had passed and I was starting to grow weary of my customers. A few of them were from other countries and wanted customer service in their native fashion. “Sir, I’m sorry, we cannot offer you a “bargain” on your phone repair because you would have a three-hour drive to the nearest repair center.” Of course, he was complaining and shouting now. “We do not offer an inconvenience fee.” “I apologize for any inconvenience you have, but there is nothing I can do.” The room sprayer shot more smell into the room. I took a smell of it, hoping for the relief of the sweet smell. Instead, It was a different smell, I recognized it though. It was mommy’s spray. My head started to go fuzzy, my keys still at my keyboard as I viewed my customer’s account info, and listening to him yell at me in his foreign accent. “Sir, again, I apologize, but your repair cannot be assessed over the phone. You will have to go to the nearest repair center, and that is located in Mumbai.” Beginning to cuss and swear at me in his native tongue, I was allowed to end the call. “Sir, I do apologize, but we do not accept this behavior. I will email you the instructions to your nearest store and your case number. Have a good day and thank you for calling Mapple.” I pressed the end call button in my OS and picked up the next call in line. “Hello, thank for calling Mapple Tech Support. My name is Emmy, how can I assist you today?”\n\n“You will listen to my commands.” The voice was altered but still clear.\n\n“Sir or ma’am, this is a tech support line, please refrain from calling if you do not have an issue.” I opened the page to file a number to be blocked from the system, ready to submit it if this continued.\n\n“You WILL listen to my commands, Emmy.”\n\nMy brain suddenly went hyper focused on the customer. “I will listen to your commands.”\n\n“Very good. Now breathe deeply.” The sprayer in the room began to spray the scent again, but instead of one short burst, it was a constant spray. It wasn’t the sweet-smelling scent either, it smelled like Mommy’s skunk spray. I breathed deeply, taking in the smell of skunk spray. I enjoyed her spray nowadays, and sometimes asked her to spray me. The room filling with it was like bliss. “Mess your diaper. Fill it until it’s full.” I stood up and squatted to spread open my asshole, leaning forward, pushing as hard as I could. I felt it coming, my pucker, widening with the logs that were making their way out of my bowels. The warm squish pressing against the diaper was euphoric. I had grown dependent on my diapers and now I loved messing and wetting, especially in mommy would change me. She would have to change me for sure after this. I kept filling and filling my diaper, the patterns becoming distorted as it stretched and grew darker. The snaps on my romper snapped one by one, leaving my diaper to obey gravity and flop out of its confinement. My skirt was hiding nothing now, nothing but a fashion statement. Moaning, I pushed and pushed until I was empty, my extra poofy SkunkFree diaper now filled to the brim.\n\n“Sit down.” Obeying this stranger, I sat in my chair again. The audible squish and smearing noise as my mess spread through my diaper, overtaking the front and back of me, covering my entire groin. I let out a pleasured moan as it did so. “Good boy.”\n\n“I am a good boy.”\n\n“Now use the buzzy wand under you chair to cum.” Mindlessly, I felt underneath my chair and felt something taped on the underside. Pulling it off, it was our buzzy wand. Turning it on, the battery indicator showed it was full. “Max power.” I pressed the arrow button ten times until it was vibrating so loudly and violently that it would have broken a glass. I pressed it against my dick, now rock hard because it was surrounded by my mess, and started to masturbate. “You’re a good little skunk, aren’t you?”\n\n“I am a good skunk.” Mommy had started calling me that recently because I had more skunk like traits thanks to me living with her. If only I could be an Anthro too, then we could be skunky together.\n\n“Be Mommy’s little skunk.” I heard a small hiss and suddenly smelled something that wasn’t mommy’s spray. It wasn’t sweet or bad, but strong. Like whenever I used the bathroom after a woman did. Estrogen? Pheromones? I never knew what it was. That’s what I smelled. It flowed into my nose, staining my nostrils with its stink. My whole body began to tingle, but I didn’t care, I was on cloud 9. My thighs began to thicken before my eyes. “You will not panic. The smells are giving you hallucinations.” That explained it, everything is fine then. I continued to watch my thighs grow thicker and thicker. \n\nMy vision was hindered by my chest blocking my vision. “My chest?” I witnessed something truly odd; my chest was inflating! Sure, I was a little chubby, but I didn’t have tits. Regardless I watched them grow from my small chubby man boobs to sizeable B cups, then sizeable D cups. \n\n“Fondle your breasts.” Obeying, I pulled the romper out from the skirt so I could fondle my tits directly. With my free hand, I began to pinch and pull my nipple. My god, the jolts of electricity that shot through me in that moment! It was like no other! I began to moan loudly and buck my hips against the buzzy. “Good girl, continue your masturbation.”\n\n“I am a good girl!” I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure from the wand and my nipples. As my tits grew in my hands, my ass was filling up my diaper. It felt tighter and tighter as I fondled and pinched myself. It was so tight now that I heard one of the tapes on my diaper rip. I couldn’t stop to fix it though; I was to engrossed in my pleasure. Another tape ripped, then another. It wouldn’t be long till the last one ripped. Every moment I was pleasuring myself, I felt smaller, I could feel my shoulders slimming down, ay arms becoming slimmer and more feminine. Holding the buzzy in position was getting tiring, so I switched hands. Playing with my other breast now, it felt just as amazing if not better. “Oh my god! What a trip!” I leaned my head back and continued my masturbation, as the customer commanded. My hips started to inflate; this was it. The diaper’s last tape was hanging by a thread. “I, I,” I heard my voice go higher in pitch, “I’m cumming!” My hips burst forth and the diaper gave way, flopping forward and knocking the buzzy out of my hand. Shit went flying around the room, the front of my diaper practically exploding. My computer, my desk, the walls, everything was coated. I shot cum into the air and it landed on my now F cup chest and stomach.\n\n“Good, now embrace your new identity.” As I sat there, exhausted, and tits hanging over the sides of my body, my body began to tingle again. Pink fur began to sprout from all over my body, it was taking over my whole body at once! Pink fur on my arms, legs, head, hands, and feet, with white belly and under arms and legs. It wasn’t long before I was covered in fur. My ears moved up my body, as if they were merely accessories, growing rounder and smaller. There was a sharp sting on my back as my tail began to sprout, working its way through the spaces between my arm rests and the back of the it was as big and floofy as Mommy’s but pink with white stripes. I felt the fur on my face, watching my nose extend from my face and shrink simultaneously into a short little snout. The last of my manhood was shrinking into my body. I was already limp after cumming so fast, so it didn’t take long. My dick receded into my new fur covered body, my balls following suit, riding further into me, forming a pussy. A name floated into my head: Blaze. That must be my name, how silly of me to forget my name. “Good. Await further commands. Welcome to your new life. Continue your job.” \n\n“I will await further commands and continue my job.” The customer hung up, leaving me on a dial tone. I sat there with my diaper open, the room smelling of skunk spray and shit, and kept working. “Hi, thanks for calling Mapple Tech Support. My name is Blaze, how can I assist you today?”\n\nHours later, I walked out of my office. The diaper sticking to my ass after sitting in it for hours on end. My skirt was assisting in keeping the diaper on, but one misstep and it would fall. There was no way my romper would close properly now; my tits were too big. I walked down to the kitchen where I knew Mommy would be. My tits felt so heavy, were they always this heavy?\n\n“Hi Blaze!” She ran out of the kitchen hugging me in a tight hug, diving in for a kiss; of course I kissed her back. I love my girlfriend and I’m happy to be hers.\n\n“Hi mommy. I made a mess.”\n\n“I can see that, Blaze.” She looked at my diaper hanging from my skirt’s band. Let’s go shower and take care of it.” She dragged me to the bathroom, making sure I didn’t drop my diaper in the process. Once we entered the bathroom, she swiftly ripped off the diaper and tossed it into the bin we had for used diapers. “Oh, look at your fur down here, it’s caked.” She tried to pull off some of the dingleberries but none of them were giving way. “This shower may take a while, Blaze.”\n\n“That’s fine.” Removing my romper and tossing it into the hamper, I stepped into the massive shower we had. She started taking everything off as I stepped in. I loved this bathroom because it was like those bathroom setups in Japanese houses; a small area with the washing machines and a shelf for towels and such, then a door leading to the tiled bathroom. It could easily hold 10 people! We stepped in and She immediately sprayed me. I turned around, and saw her asshole and pussy aimed at me, the green fog filling the bathroom. Taking the smell in, I took a deep whiff of it. “Oh yeah?” I turned around quickly and sprayed her in return, clenching my muscles, tapping into my scent gland. The fog grew thicker, our smells blending.\n\n“Aren’t we feisty today?” She pushed me over and sat on me, her ass facing me. “See if you like this, Blaze.” Seeing her strain her body, I saw her asshole start to widen, forcing a shit out onto me. Her hot log making steam in the chilly bathroom. It slowly worked its way out of her body, past her asshole, and plopped onto my chest, below my tits, so it was hard to see. I could feel it though, it was so warm on my chest, the smell radiating into the bathroom. She sat on me, also sitting on her log. She wiggled her ass, spreading it around my body and on her ass. \n\n“Mommy, you know what I like.” My nipples were hard as diamonds. I reached for my pussy, I had to pleasure my aching pussy. Moaning like the slut I was, I let all my moans escape into the bathroom, the noise being amplified by the tiles.\n\n“Good girl.” She moved her ass in circles across my chest, really smearing her shit on my body, grinding it into my body. She began to tug at her nipples as she did so, letting her moans free and filling the bathroom with more sensual sounds of lewd skunks indulging themselves in scat. It wasn’t long before I came, filling the room with loud moaning and shouting. She came as well, covering my chest with fem cum as well as scat. “Alright, now we both need a shower, maybe a bath too.”\n\n* * *\n\nA month had passed and things have never been better. Mommy always changes me in the morning and gives me lots of lovin’s. We shower ever night and take that time to get our stinkies out. Whenever I need a change, mommy somehow knows and comes to change me. Mapple gave me a raise because my productivity was higher than anyone elses! Mommy was so proud of me she started giving me boosters to help get me another raise! \n\nWe both walked out of our offices at the same time that night. We both had late schedules and out diapers were both filled and soggy. We both walked to the kitchen, tired and hungry. We were so tired, in fact, we didn’t feel like cooking. We just microwaved some burritos. They made us extra stinky anyway, so we weren’t complaining.\n\n“So how was work, Blaze?”\n\n“It was fine. I don’t understand the people that call the English line when they’re from another country. They won’t get the service they want and it’ll be harder to communicate.” I shrugged and took a bite from my bean and cheese burrito.\n\n“Maybe their country’s service sucks?”\n\n“Well, ours is no better in their situation. I told him his nearest location for service was three hours away. They would have told him the same thing. At least the native speakers could have told him that in his own language.” Through another bite of burrito I added, “and they would have understood his insults.”\n\n“No one said work would be easy.” She pulled out her phone, eating her burrito. “Hey Blaze, you love me, right?”\n\n“Of course, I do Mommy.” Why would she even ask that?\n\n“What if, I did something to you that was unforgivable? Like, changed your life without you even knowing?”\n\n“How would you even do that? We’ve been together for months.” It was true though. We met at DiaperCon, both realized we were kinky as fuck, and we had sex the same night. That’s how I remember it.\n\n“Well…” She pressed a few buttons on her phone. I felt a shock come from my choker; everything went dark. I woke up looking at the ceiling, something blocking my view. \n\n“Blaze?” I was resting on Mommy’s lap, looking up at her breasts, her nipples hard as a rock. “You awake?” She was petting my head, it felt hairier somehow.\n\n“What happened?” My head was pounding. I rose from her lap, sitting up. My chest felt so heavy that I nearly fell forward. “WHOA!” Stopping myself with my hands, I saw pink, lots of pink. My hands were pink, my arms were pink, I had white and pink tits?! “What is this?!” I felt these tits that were attached to me, they felt real, I moaned as I pinched them. “Why is my voice so high?” Fearing the worst, I searched for my manhood, feeling blindly for my dick because these tits on my body were too large to look past. All I felt was a wet slit.\n\n“Blaze, I mean, Emmy. Please don’t be mad at me.” She remained where she was supporting me, with a sad, worried expression.\n\n“What did you do?!”\n\n“I, I changed you. I altered your body to suit my fancy.”\n\n“What, so I wasn’t good enough before?” I stood up and looked at the rest of my body. “Why am I so thicc? Why am I so furry?” I spun around, trying in vain to get a good look at myself. “Why am I a skunk? A girl skunk?”\n\n“I thought you’d be happier this way.” She looked down, sniffling.\n\n“Well, maybe you could have asked me first.” I placed my hand on hip and the other on my head. “Ok, look. I’m obviously mad. Can this be undone?”\n\n“But you’re so sexy!” She stood up abruptly, lunging for my tits. She began to suck them and I started moaning. “Ahhh ahhh ahhh. No wait!” I pushed her away. “I don’t want this. I want to go back to normal.”\n\nShe looked at me, tears began to form in her eyes. Sniffling she said as proudly as possible, “Fine. If I can’t have you as my girlfriend, I’ll just have to add you to the collection.” She grabbed her phone and started fiddling with it.\n\n“Collection? What are talking abo-“ Before I could finish, a choker on my throat, which I didn’t even know was there, clamped tighter, alerting me to its presence. \n\n“Yes, my collection.” Tapping her phone more, I felt something begin to leak from it. It made its way up my neck, muzzle and covered my face, blinding me. I couldn’t say anything, complain, or protest, it kept my mouth clamped shut. “I was hoping you would be the one, Emmy. But I suppose I was wrong.” I heard a chair squeak. “I’ll just watch the show then.”\n\nI was blind, nothing but blackness. A light appeared in front of my eyes, black and white swirls. I immediately stopped moving and fell victim to the swirly screen. The ooze penetrated my ears, worming its way into my head.\n\nHello, Emerald. You have failed to please mistress Pearl. You will now become one of her service drones. Beginning dronification process. Latex coating being applied.\n\nThe voice was speaking to me directly from in my ears. As it was speaking it only went deeper. I felt more latex ooze from the choker, coating me from my neck down. My shoulders were quickly covered, oozing down my body. \n\nLatex application 20% complete. \nSkull cavity reached. Assimilation of brain commencing.\n\nNo! Not my brain! I overcame the force keeping me still, grasping my head. I was still unable to scream, but my muffled screams leaked through the latex coating. I could feel the latex coating my brain, the flow of it pouring onto the top and flowing down the sides, filling all my wrinkles. \n\nResistance detected. Latex output increased. Hypnosis power increased.\n\nMore latex oozed from the choker, spewing from it like a fountain. “Well, aren’t we a fighter?” Pearl gave a snarky remark while watching. The latex covered my body faster now, my arms and breasts were now coated, working down to my stomach. Extra latex flowed down my back and began to cover my tail. “This was always my favorite part. Seeing someone submit to the latex. I wonder what you will do?”\n\nThe hypno screen began to swirl faster, I couldn’t look away. Resistance is futile. Submit. Become her servant. Why was I thinking these things? I didn’t want this! Serve Mistress Pearl.\n\nBrain 50% assimilated. Latex application 50% complete.\n\n“Did you really not wonder how everything was taken care of around here?” I could feel her footsteps, she was walking around me now. “Did you really think I took care of everything myself? Bah, my family doesn’t own this place. I assimilated the real owners and made them transfer the deed. They now serve me as maids.”\nMy legs were the only thing left to be covered now. My tail was fully covered and my torse was now one with the latex. There was no going back now.\n\nBrain assimilation complete. Latex application 75%.\n\n“I really did love you though. I wanted this to work. You were so nice to me, you treated me like a person, despite me being a skunk. You were even willing to try all my hobbies!” She sniffled for a second. “But you didn’t accept my changes. I was really hoping you’d be the one.” She caressed my chin, pressing her horsehead to mine. “However, if you’re not ok with ALL my kinks, I can’t love you.”\n\nI felt my brain go smooth with the latex. I stopped moving and resisting, returning to standing position. I still had to resist, I… must, fight, latex. Oh, that feels good actually. If I look at this screen more, will I feel even better? Yes, cover up my legs!\n\n Latex application complete. Forming Latex Diaper.\n\nLatex diaper? Yeah, that’s sounds awesome! Is that my waist getting nice and big? I want a nice big poofy diaper so I can work forever and ever!\n\n“Well, seems you submitted heart and soul.” She looked at me and smiled. “You will be Drone EM-11. Now, EM-11, go meet your other drones in the basement and learn your role.” Yes, Mistress Pearl! \n\n* * *\n\nA week later, Tony knocked on the door of Pearl’s mansion. A drone came to the door and showed him in. “Hey, Pearl, how’s EM-11 doing?” He stood in the entrance hall, calling for Pearl, not wanting to go looking. Drones wandered the halls, each doing different chores. A canine drone was vacuuming the curtains, a feline drone was mopping the floors, A snake drone was doing dishes in the kitchen, and several others all doing their jobs. Of course, they all wore their large, latex diapers. They were a part of them. \n\n“Oh, Tony. Good to see you.” Pearl stepped out of the kitchen with a sandwich in her hands. “EM-11 is doing great. She’s the best at making me money. She’s working 24/7 at that job of hers. I altered her a bit so she could still speak. All the cash she’s making makes it waaay easier for me to live.”\n\n“Yeah, that’s great. Hey stepped out of the lowered entry way and toward her. “I found another one for ya. I was in the neighborhood and I thought I’d come in person and ask rather than texting. That and I haven’t received my pay yet for Emer, sorry, EM-11.”\n\n“Oh, yes, I did forget.” She turned around and grabbed an envelope that was stuck to the fridge with a magnet. “I do apologize, you always find me wonderful subjects. You were so close with EM-11 too.”\n\n“Well, eat your heart out with this one.” He handed her a file folder. “This one is already an Anthro, so there will be less work involved. Three subjects in there that will work well.”\n\nShe looked through the files. There was a full bio of each individual with a picture from their social media. “A badger, a horse, and a lynx. Tony, you outdo yourself. DI-42!” The feline drone that was mopping the floor stood upright and walked over to her. “Please give Tony a good time in an upstairs bedroom. He deserves it for this.” She wiggled the file folder.\n\n“Pearl, thank you so much.” DI-42 grasped Tony by the hand and led him to a bedroom upstairs.\n\n“I wonder if one of you three will be my soulmate.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A Messy Relationship

There she was on top of me, grinding her diaper against mine. Since we’re both wet, the sensation is unreal, her pussy grinding against my dick, with a layer of wet diaper in between. “Oh, Emerald!” She squeezed her furry breasts against each other and pinched her nipples. Her tail straight in the air she sprayed more of her stink into the room, I thrust my hips in tempo with her, grinding my dick against her pussy, the giant diapers adding more stimulation. The smell kept me going, ever-lasting, numb in the brain, head empty.

This is me. I think it’s pretty clear that now isn’t the time for talking, but you’re probably wondering what the hell I’m doing. Well, it all started when I met her. I wasn’t too sure what to think about interspecies dating, but my friend tony had told me to try it. “Dude, I know real vixen.” I thought he had meant a fox; I think foxes are hot as fuck.

“Sure, man. Hook me up. I’ll give anything a shot once.” If only I hadn’t filled in the blanks. A day later, Tony texted me her number. Pearl. Not the first name I’d choose for a vixen, but I don’t judge too much, everyone calls me Emerald because of that one incident in school. Everyone seemed to know, too, so I was Emerald for the rest of my life!

Pearl
Hi! Are you Emerald?

Me
Yes, that’s me. Tony must have told you about that. Are you Pearl?

Pearl
Yes. Tony set us up for a date. What do you like?

Me
Well, I was thinking maybe a movie, a nice dinner, and chill out at your place afterwards.

Pearl
Oh. Can we do your place instead?

Me
Sure. That’s fine with me. Let’s say, tomorrow at 5?

Pearl
I can do that. You’ll see me when we meet.

Darn it, I was hoping for a selfie or something. Oh well, tomorrow at 5. That’s fine, I can wait.

Tomorrow came and I waited for Pearl at The Azure Bovine, the best 3-star restaurant I could afford. I’ve been on my fair share of dates where they dine and dashed, so nothing too fancy. I didn’t tell her I was here, so I got my phone out.

Me
I’m here. I’m wearing the green flannel shirt.

Pearl
Ok.

Watching the patrons flow in and out, I wait for a sexy fox to come in. Maybe a flowing dress, low cut, cleavage showing. I order an appetizer to keep myself busy. Then, someone catches my eye. A white skunk walked in wearing a puffy pink sweater with a large, wide collar. She was wearing a drawstring bag, the strings only emphasizing her chest. Her long flowing white skirt came down to her ankles. Black and pink stripes ran up her tail, with smaller ones on her cheeks. I’m not usually one for skunks, it’s obvious I like foxes, but she was adorable. Her white hair, tied in a ponytail, with a light blue streak, was a draw too. It looked like she was looking around the restaurant for someone, her large light blue eyes scanning everywhere.

Our eyes met, I blushed. Someone like her must have had a date, so I look away. Her eyes opened wide and began walking onto the dining room floor, saying something to the host. She’s coming my way, oh god, act natural. “Emerald?” A sweet voice fluttered across the table. I look toward the sound. It’s her! The skunk girl!

“Yes.” I shoot out of my seat, red faced. My god, I’m acting like a middle schooler meeting their crush for the first time. “Hi, I’m Emerald!” I thrust my arm out to her.

She moves her handbag to her other hand and shakes it. “Well, aren’t you a gentleman?” Awkwardly, I shuffle around her and pull her chair out for her. I remember what my mother said, ‘treat women with kindness and be chivalrous.’ I always was kind, but I was regressing to an awkward kid around her. “Goodness.” She sat down, placing her drawstring bag on the left side of her chair.

I sit down again, telling myself not to panic. “You know, there was a bit of a miscommunication. Tony told me he knew a “real vixen” to hook me up with. I was expecting a fox. A skunk is a surprise.”

“You don’t like skunks?” She looked at me with an innocent look.

“Oh no, I’ve just never dated one.” I panic. “You’re just so beautiful.”

“Hey,” she put her hand on mine, “Relax. It’s ok. This my first blind date too.” She gives me a motherly smile that tells me everything will be ok. Her smile was just as beautiful as her.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I said to her. I took a deep breath just as my appetizer showed up. A hot plate of Seafood Eggrolls was placed in front of us, the scent of tilapia, shrimp, and crab meat wafted over the table.  “Good timing. I ordered us an appetizer.” I ordered it for me, but there’s no way I was going to not share them now that she was here.

“How nice.” She reached for an eggroll and took a delicate bite, some of the filling spilling onto the plate at her place.

The date continued and it turns out we had a lot in common. We both liked bad movies, old music, and we were both workaholics. “You know,” she said to me after a mouthful of shrimp salad, “you don’t see a human dating an Anthro very often. What with the stigma and all that.”

“Oh?” I honestly never knew there was stigma around it. “I know a few people that married some Anthros, and they all seem like decent people.”

“Well, you seem to keep decent company.” She said, taking another bite of her salad. “Most people wouldn’t even dream of dating one.” She looked at me inquisitively.

“I’ll be honest. I honestly thought you were gonna be a fox. I’ve never dated a skunk before, but you’re very sweet.” I meant that too. “I’m willing to give it a chance. I don’t see why humans and Anthros can’t be together.” That was also true. I never understood the hatred that my fellow humans had for Anthros. They’re very nice people, most anyway. Sure, they had their own stores, restaurants, and other businesses, but we barred them from ours, so isn’t that only fair that they have their own?

“I’ll say right now,” she put her fork down, finishing her salad, “You’re more tolerable than most people Tony has set me up with.” She waived for the waiter. “I’ve insisted I talk to them more before going out on a date with them, but Tony told me that I’d be just fine with this one, bro.”

“That is how Tany talks.” I laughed, all my tension releasing at once. “I’d love to take you out again.” I place my head in my hands, maintaining eye contact the best I can (I’ve been working on that), “and whatever YOU want to do.” The waiter came to take our plates, he also left the bill. I began to reach for my wallet when she slapped her card on it.

“You get the tickets and we’ll call it even.” She smirks.

“You so get me!” We get up and take the bill up front. We still had the movie to go to, after all.

* * *

“I still can’t believe that Booptimus Ryme died!” I shouted as I unlocked the door to my apartment complex.

“I didn’t really understand it, but it was a really good movie.” She still looked sweaty from the hot theatre. “So why were they after the NoZapp?”

I explained it to her again as we climbed the stairs. “The NoZap prevented the DisinfoCons from destroying life. The MechBots were trying harness its power to rebuild their planet.”

“Oh. I’m still confused. Who are the DisinfoCons?”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just a silly movie.” As we reached the door to my apartment, I opened to door. “Oh, shit.” I totally forgot to clean up. The place was full of pizza boxes, my clothes were scattered everywhere, dishes in the sink, “I can’t believe I forgot to clean up!” My face went red, I could feel it.

“It’s fine, I’m no better.” She slid around me, popping off her cabaret slip on shoes. She looked around and found the couch amongst the mess. “Don’t mind if I make myself at home.” She made her way over while I struggled to get my shoes off. She looked around as she slowly walked through the mess. “A bachelor pad if I ever saw one.”

“Yeah. I haven’t been looking for a relationship since my ex dumped me, so I may or may not have let myself go a bit.” I couldn’t help but look at her ass as she walked away. Underneath her fluffy, striped tail was a plump but not fat butt. I could see how large she was through her skirt. It jiggled as she walked, driving her sex appeal further up in my book. STOP IT! She’s gonna see you ogling her ass and call you a creep! I finally take my shoes off and make my way over to her.  

“Well, she made a mistake.” She sat on my grungy couch, scooting clothes and food wrappers aside. There was a crinkling noise as she sat down. Her face grew red for a second as she set her drawstring bag on the floor. “But I do agree that this place is kind of a mess.”

“Yeah…” I pick up the wrappers that she set aside and quickly shoved them into the overflowing trashcan. “So, tell me, are you out dating humans?” I sit down next to her.

“Anthros don’t care as much about interspecies or interracial relationships, it’s the humans who care more about being ‘pure.’ Besides, it’s skunks that must be pickier.” She reached into her drawstring bag for her phone, more crinkling noises. “You know those cartoons and shows with feral animals?” She showed me a GIF of a feral skunk, black with white stripes down the tail, spraying someone in the face, it’s spray shooting like a projectile. “Well, we can do that, and that’s why we skunks have a hard time dating anyone other than other skunks.” She shuffled in her seat, the crinkling sound returning. “And, well, as you may have guessed, the smell has carried over when the ferals morphed into Anthros.”

“So, you’re only bet is to date another skunk or not at all?”

“There is another option.” Her face went red, and she looked away for a moment. “Emerald, how kinky are you?!”

This took me by surprise, I hadn’t heard her shout or raise her voice this entire time. “Very.” Is this going where I think it’s going?

“Well, our other option is… is…” She grabbed my hand and slowly moved it towards her. I sat there and let her move it, silently. She placed my hand on her crotch, and pressed my hand into it. Her eyes were squeezed shut; her lips tight.

“Wait, Pearl we don’t have to move so fast if it-“ it was soft. I mean, yeah, she’s covered in fur, but soft, like a pillow. “What is this?” I squeezed my hand into whatever this soft thing was.

“We skunks have to wear d-d-d-d-diapers to help contain the smells.” She looked away; her ears were twitching.

“Oh.” I squeezed it. “That explains why this is so soft.”

“You’re not gonna kick me out or call me a freak?” She turned around and grasped my hands within hers.

“No. It’s not my fault you need them.”

“Well, I kinda need them too. I wear them so often that I, sort of, maybe, grew reliant on them.” She started to tear up, looking away from me.

I grasped her chin and gently pulled her back to me. “It’s ok. I get it. It’s not your fault we humans make you wear them.” I placed my forehead on hers, her fur felt so soft on my skin. “I still think you’re wonderful. Still kind, beautiful, and a wonderful woman.”

She must have read the cue; she leaned in and kissed me. I kissed her back of course. “Emerald.” She reached down and lifted her skirt. I could see her diaper now; it was white with colorful letter blocks and baby animals in diapers. She moved my hand to touch the diaper directly. It was even softer than through her skirt. It was covered with a clear plastic coating, so it wasn’t just the diaper material, whatever it was. “I want you to see.” I heard hissing noise. Is she using her diaper? The diaper started getting warmer in my hands, I felt it getting heavier, I couldn’t resist the urge to squeeze it. The diaper turned yellow in my hands; she was using it! There wasn’t any smell though, I expected something at least. I could feel my dick getting harder, my pants feeling tighter. No way I was into this, right? Right?

“Pearl,” I paused, squishing the diaper again, “I think you’ve awakened something in me.”

“Do you wanna try one?” She released my other hand and leaned back to reach her bag. Grabbing the whole thing, she dove into it, the crinkling noise now explained. She pulled out two more of the same diapers. “I must carry around spares. I bet you would love wearing them.” She looked at me hopefully. “I don’t know anyone else that wears as much as I do, so my friends think I’m weird. I bet I could convince you.”

I looked at them, the folded, clean diapers in her hands. Squishing the diaper in my hands again, I seemed to crave this feeling, and I doubt she would let me do this all night. “Ok. I’ll TRY one,” I looked her in the face with all the seriousness I could muster, “for you.”

“OH YAY!” She leapt for joy; my hand ripped away from her diaper. Grabbing my hands, she dragged me off the couch. “Which way is your room?” I pointed to the room with an open door and shades drawn, and was abruptly tugged that way. Tossing me onto my bed (thank god there was no trash on my bed) she started unfolding the diaper and ruffling it up.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life. Our first date was going so well then, she wants to put me in a diaper. I always thought I’d be cool showing a girl my dick on the first date, like all those bros do. Wrong. I had to cover my face as she excitedly pulled off my pants and shirt, leaving me standing there in only my green boxers. “C’mon, the more you linger on it, the less likely you’ll do it.” It’s almost like she knew me. My boxers had holes in the front seams, only making it worse. I don’t like buying new underwear as soon as there’s a tiny hole, that’s wasteful.

“Slow down a bit.”

“Not a chance.” She ripped, and I mean ripped, off my boxers exposing my boner to her. “Oooh, nice size there, tiger.” Before I could make a snarky remark back, she promptly thrust her hand underneath me, lifted my rear and shoved the diaper under me. It was soft, like sitting on a thin, but poofy pillow. She promptly started folding the diaper over my groin and did up the tapes. It was over so fast I had no idea what she was really doing. “There.” She stood back and wiped the sweat from her brow, admiring her handiwork: me in a diaper.

I felt for my dick through the diaper; there it was. I could even tent diapers the same way I could tent my boxers. I didn’t really know what to expect, I haven’t worn diapers since I was two. It was very soft, left lots of room for anything I’d leave in it, and looked as poofy as it felt. “I’ll give you one thing,” I said as I got up, “I feel cozy.”

“Just wait until you use it.” She rubbed the bulge in my diaper. “You’ll love what happens then.”

Did I flip the right switch to make her lewd? “Can I at least put my shirt back on?” As if to answer my question without saying anything at all, she took her sweater off, showing me her breasts, barely being held by her black bra. My face went red. “We’re even.” Is that why she wore a sweater, to define the term sweater puppies? I’m no genius with fashion or anatomy, but I knew that those were E cups.

“I’ve never gone this far on a first date before.” She squished her breasts together with her arms, looking down and blushing.

I waddled over to her and held her by the waist, “You look beautiful.” I dared to lean in for another kiss, she accepted it, going a step further and shoving her tongue inside my mouth. I Wrapped my arms around her waist and fell onto the bed, taking her with me. The rest? Well, I don’t kiss and tell.

* * *

After that fateful day, we spoke every day. We made plans to hang out every week! It’s been about a month now and everything is going great. Sure, it may just be the honeymoon phase, but I’m living it. Every time we meet up, we come back to my house too and get in diapers; she got me into them. In fact, today, she said she’s gonna take me shopping. Not usually my favorite thing in the world, but she said she’ll make it fun.

Me
I just got off the train, I’ll meet you in front of the station.

Pearly
Beat you to it, silly Billy <3

Pearl was already at the top of the station stairs, waiting for me. She wore her short denim skirt and a logo tee today. I could see her diaper from the bottom of the stairs, but I don’t think she really cared anymore who saw, now that she had someone who was into it nearly as much as she was. She asked me to wear a diaper today too, so of course I was padded up. I was wearing some loose basketball shorts, so it didn’t look weird. I learned one day that I shouldn’t wear clothes that are too loose but not too tight either. Jeans will make them leak more easily and sweatpants will make the diaper show. The basketball shorts were loose enough that it looked like I had a big butt or something, just like her. “You did beat me.”

“I don’t wanna be late for our big day. I have plans for you, Emmy.” We kissed right at the top of the stairs, making everyone jealous.

“So, what are your plans, anyway? You said something about shopping.”

“I’m gonna show you something that a lot of humans don’t get to see.” She grabbed my hand and started leading me down the busy business district. There were a lot of Anthros in this area and very few humans; Pearl must have seen that I was wondering that and said, “This is a business district for Anthros, not a single human store here. Well, meant specifically for humans.”

“Ah. But there’s,” I counted with my free hand, “nine humans though.”

“Very likely they’re also in a relationship like we are.” She nuzzled into me, her tail wrapping around my neck. She knew I loved it when she did that. Despite being a skunk, she didn’t smell at all because of the diapers.

“Seems like my kind of crowd.” They all looked unusual though. I know I looked rather boring; long mop of brown hair, trimmed beard, and plain clothes, but these folks looked like they were into punk rock.

“We’re here!” She dragged me into a store with just a pair of scissors above the door. Inside there were a bunch of rotating plush seats, in front of mirrors surrounded by lights. The counters below the mirrors had several bottles and containers of various colored liquids, all around a deep sink. She asked me to sit in one of the chairs in what looked like a waiting area while she spoke to the receptionist. Two other ladies, a Husky and an Otter, were at the mirrors on the other side, clipping the fur of a pair of Scottish Folds.

I recognized a salon when I saw one. As a kid, grandma would often take me when she was watching me for the day and she had to get her hair done. I always wondered that those chairs with the dome looking things were like. I always thought they were brain suckers when I was little. They had a long line of them against the wall on the far end of the building, sitting in front of a mural of what could only be described as two interpretive dancers taking the term interpretive literally.

“Emerald?” A black furred poodle strutted my way. His tight, high cut pink top was tied in a knot covering up a large poof of fur on the top portion of his chest. A pink bandana kept his poof of fur on his head contained as well. The tight booty shorts had more fur sticking out of the top. “I’m ready for you darlin’.” This guy was a walking stereotype.

“Alright.” I stand up and follow him to one of the swiveling chairs, Pearl nearby.

“You trust me, don’t you?” She said to me as I sat down.

“Well, I assume you want me to get a haircut and you took me to your salon. It’s about time I get a cut anyway.”

She looked at me sheepishly. “Yyyyyyyes and no.” She looked at the poodle then back at me. “While I was here getting my streak touched up, I figured maybe you’d like a new look?”

I’ll be the first to admit I’m a boring dude. You could look at the milktoast main characters in an anime, that you’re supposed to associate with because they’re meant to be you, and think it was me. However, I wouldn’t mind a new look. If it isn’t anything crazy. “I don’t have any ideas in mind though.”

“Oh, but honey, I do.” The poodle spoke up finally as he wrapped the big towel around me. “Let Devon work his magic. You won’t even recognize yourself.”

“Devon here is an artist!” She must really trust this guy to let him give me a new look.

“Ok, let’s shake things up.” Why not right?

“Pearly, he’s a keeper for sure.” Devon peeked his head around the corner. Syber, are you done with the twins? Yes? Excellent, can you come over and work with Pearl? I have a blank canvas that must be painted!” He turned around on his heels and looked at me with a fiery gaze. “Young man, prepare yourself.”

I’ve been to barbers before, but never have I had my hair done by a stylist. My god, it’s a different world. Jim would just ask me how things were going and if the folks were doing ok. This Devon guy? Oh no, he wanted to know every little detail about my life. Where I went to college, what my favorite food is, how long Pearl and I have been dating, my favorite color. “I’d say purple.”

“The color of royalty! YES!” I didn’t know what I said at the time, but I should have realized he was probing me and trying to get a feel for what to give me. The only time he didn’t talk to me was when he was washing my hair. “Boy, you don’t take care of your hair, do you?” He lowered me into the sink and that was my only moment of peace! After that it was a barrage of questions and products being practically spilled into my hair.

I would occasionally catch a glance at Pearl. She and Syber were having polite conversation as Syber was folding her goop covered hair into strips of foil. “What’s with the foil?”

“Haven’t you ever seen anyone get their hair dyed?” Pearl said to me without looking, as Syber kept folding her fair.

“Aren’t we an eager beaver?” Devon slapped a box of foil on the counter. “You’ll be next dear.”

“What?” I looked at the foil, then him, then the plastic container with goop in his hand. “Oh.”

“Now hold still, don’t want this getting in your face.” He began to coat my hair, strips at a time, with the goop. “When I’m done, you’re gonna love it.” Within no time, he prepared another container of goop, and another, and another. By the time we were done, Pearl was done and sitting in the waiting room, while I just finished getting all my hair in foil. “I’ll be back in an hour, darling.” Devon strutted away, and Pearl replaced him.

“What do you think?” She flipped her hair, it was a deeper blue now, almost cyan.

“I love it. You look beautiful.” It was then I had a sudden thought. “Hey, who’s paying for this?”

“Shhh.” She placed her finger to my lips. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Alright, I guess. I’ve got an hour, wanna chat?”

An hour passed and Devonn had returned. “It’s time for the big reveal.” With the speed of a marathon runner, he removed all the foils as Pearl watched excitedly. All this attention sure makes me nervous. “Into the sink and we’ll see what color I have chosen for you.” He reclined the seat and my head lowered into the sink again. The water doused my face, I held my breath out of habit.

“Oh. My. God. Devon!!!” Pearl hugged him with a bright and wide smile. “He looks so hot!”

“Girl, you ain’t seen nothing yet, wait till it’s dry.” He turned off the water and raised my seat.

“Emmy, don’t look yet! Please?”

“Ok, ok.” I closed my eyes tightly. “See, I can’t see.”

“Ok, to the dome dryer with you, hot stuff.” I learned something that day, the dome dryer are those chairs that had the brain sucker thing on them. He pulled me up and dragged me over to the brain sucking chairs. “Brrrrrrrrrt. Preparing the brain sucker.” He lowered the dome onto my head and laughed. “Just kidding, babe. They’re gonna dry your hair.” I laughed for the first time since my arrival there. “There’s that smile. You were so tense.”

“He’s never had his hair done before. His mom always cut it.” Pearl peered at me from behind Devon.

“Girl.” He looked at her, shocked, then back at me. “That explains a lot about you.” He turned the dial at the top of the dome. It roared to life, immediately I felt heat blowing around my head, drying my hair at a rapid rate. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes, hot stuff.” He walked away, talking to Syber. Pearl sat in the chair next to me, and we passed the time watching Anthros dancing and doing dumb things on FurTube.

Once the twenty minutes passed, Devon strode over again. “We’re about done, hot stuff.” He raised the done and pulled me back to another seat. I tried to not look in a mirror because I promised not to look yet. “You can look now. Behold, my masterpiece!” I slowly raised my head and observed his work.

“Wow.” He had cut my hair very short, about two inches long. It was currently lying flat against my head despite being dry now, but I could still see what he had done. He had dyed it deep, royal purple, with two white skunk stripes on 10 and 2. “Just wow!” I felt my hair, it was softer than it ever was before. Checking my hand, it wasn’t dyed either, it was a genuine job, not like those small cans of spray you see around Halloween.

“Just wow, darling?” He scoffed. “That’s all I get for four hours of cutting, dying, and spilling my heart to you?”

“No, no. I really like it. I didn’t know what to expect, you know?”

“Of course you didn’t.” Devon flipped his head to the side, “Devon is spontaneous!”

“Now we’re both dyed!” Pearl hugged me, nearly tipping the chair. “You look so sexy!”

“Oh,” I blushed, I’ve never been called sexy before, “Thanks Pearly.”

“You’re not done yet darling.” In a flurry of hands, he wet my hair and added at least three more products, combing it into my hair. He then styled it so it spikes were pointing behind me. “There, now you’re stylish.”

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like I belonged in Kingdom Hearts with all these spikes. “Cool.”

“Now, go show the world what Devon has done. This canvas is complete!” He walked through a door leading to the breakroom. He must have been exhausted.

“Yeah, let’s go. We’re not done yet.” Pearl hooked her arm around mine and walked me out the door. Walking across the street, there was a large, multi-story building. Large block letters read Anthro-Mart. “You can enter now, now that you’re with me.”

It was like walking into a whole other world. The place was full on Anthros and nothing but! The place looked bigger on the inside too, the shelves towering high above us almost to the ceiling. The floors and walls were a boring white, but everywhere else there was color! The products in the shelves were all colorful and varying in sizes. “It’s like Mark’s Club but…”

“Anthro?”

“Yes.” I was amazed by the sheer immensity of it all. A Zebra bouncer tried to stop me, but he let us go when Pearl waved at him. “He would have kicked you out if you weren’t with another Anthro.” She kept leading me past the isles, as the other Anthros watched us. The PDA was making me blush, but Pearl was smiling from ear to ear. We finally turned down an aisle, there were only two others in it.

“How about this one, baby?” A blue and yellow fox was handing a pink and blue dog a sex toy. A dog dick dildo, in fact. It was about eight inches and pinkish, with white swirls. The knot was easily the size of my fist. Looking at it was we walked towards them, my asshole ached, thinking she was gonna buy a toy to use on me. The dog looked at it, grasping it firmly in her paws, inspecting every angle. “I really like the color of this one, and the knot would feel great!” The dog was apparently sounding her out, focused on inspecting the toy. She noticed a pump dangling the from the base of the toy. Gripping it firmly, she squeezed it, not knowing where the toy was pointing. The fox let out a “GAH” as something sticky and white blasted from the toy and coated her face. She started laughing, but the dogs face turned deep red; she looked away, and thrust the toy back into her lover’s paws. “We’ll keep looking.” The fox sighed and placed it back on the shelf.

Luckily, we walked past the sex toys lining that section of the shelves. Near the end of the aisle were a bunch of large squarish plastic bags, in blue, pink, green, various colors. We stopped in front of them and I got a better look. Diapers; shelves upon shelves of them. “Here we are, my favorite section!” A cow, with puffy looking jeans a solid-colored black shirt with a marijuana leaf on it was loading her cart with what look like bag after bag of diapers from the shelves on the right. She quickly left the aisle when she saw us standing there.  

“I can see that.” I looked at the diapers on the left side of the aisle. “SkunkFree! Everyday Diapers. 10 per pack. Extra poofy.” Every color had a different pattern. The pink one had princesses and blocks, the blue ones had cute little dragons and knights, green had game controllers and computer screens, red had flames and apples, black had skulls and headphones with lighting blots shooting from them, yellow had suns with faces and sunflowers, and purple had fireworks and candies. There were plain white ones too, but who would want plain white? I liked the designs on the blue ones, but the purple color.

“Choose a few.” I looked at her with a shocked look. “You’re gonna start wearing as often as me now. Choose a few and I’ll get you started.”

“Oh, are you sure?” I certainly wouldn’t object to wearing when we were together, but as often as she did?

“You don’t want to be diaper lovers?” She looked at me with puppy eyes, she knew that was my weakness.

“Ok, I’ll give it a shot.” I stepped forward, inquisitively. If I was going to wear diapers from now on, I wanted to get ones I liked. Of course, I would choose the purple ones. I do love purple after all, and now everyone would know it just by looking at my hair. I grabbed the purple ones and gave them to Pearl to hold, looking at the other ones. I looked at the green ones and though since I was a gamer, I should get those too. Grabbing those, I also grabbed the blue ones.

“You’re gonna look so cute!” She hooked my arm again, leaving me no choice, because my hands were carrying diapers. She dragged me though the store and up to the checkout. Dragging me away from a self-checkout, we went through a regular lane.

“Hi! Did you find everything?” A silver fox asked us as she rang up the diapers. Her name tag read Trixie.

“Oh, always.” Pearl dug into her drawstring bag, looking for her wallet.

“You know, it’s not often we get a human in here.” The fox looked at me, at my hair, then directly at my face. “A cutie like you should come more often.” Now SHE was a vixen! Soft silver fur, short snout, beautiful yellow eyes, and her body was curvy. Her breasts hardly contained by the orange Anthro-Mart shirt, buttoned down the third button because of her voluptuous size, and her hips barely contained in her khaki pants. “Hope you come more often, sexy.”

“He’s mine, sister.” Pearl looked at her, thrusting her card into the card reader.

“Alright. My bad.” She leaned forward, “But if you two ever want a third, don’t hesitate to call me.” She handed me a business card with her number on it, but Pearl snatched it before I could read it.

Pearl grabbed all the packs of diapers and stormed off. Following her, I looked back for a second, “Have a good one.” She waved and got back to work.

“Remind me to self-checkout from now on.” She told me as she thrust two packs into my hand. “Ok, let’s go to my place, it’s closer.”

* * *

Her house was much cleaner than my apartment. We walked twenty minutes out of town and there it was. A large two-story mansion, pink paint job, and black shutters. The windows facing the road were five panes tall, lining the face of the mansion. The fence bordering the yard was twice as tall as us with spikes along the top. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I.“ I didn’t know what to say. What I dating a rich girl? A princess? A diplomat?

“I know what you’re thinking,” She gripped my arm tighter, “I haven’t been lying to you. I’m not some fancy, big wig, or rich person. This house was handed down through the family and it’s my generations turn to live in it.” I didn’t quite believe that, but whatever. She punched in the code and the gates opened for us. How many times was I gonna walk into another world today? The large yard was perfectly trimmed, spacious, there was even a hedge statue that looked like a chicken!

“Why a chicken?”

“I like chickens.” We kept walking, seeming like eternity until we reached the front door. Reaching in her bag again, she pulled out her keys. Unlocking the door with a big ka-chunk, the door popped open. “C’mon, hurry.” She pulled he inside, the door closing on its own. “I wanna get you padded up.” Now running she pulled me up her grand staircase, down a hallway, and into a dark room. She ran so fast I barely saw any of the inside of the mansion.

“Why are we rushing?” She popped on the lights, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. She dragged me into a nursery, a baby room. The walls were painted lavender with white trim. The crib in the corner was humungous, it could fit an adult! The lower half of the walls had a painted scene of animals playing together peacefully under the sun. “Uh, Pearly? Is there something I don’t know about you?” The short shelves were filled with blocks, stuffed animals, and other toys. A large wardrobe stood in the far corner, and who knew what was in there.

“Well, I thought,” she walked around me, “that since we’re gonna be padded up 24/7, and it’s been a month, I could finally show you.” She twirled around, her skirt raising as she did so, her diaper showing. “Show you my secret hobby!”

“So, you like acting like a baby?” I had to admit I was feeling a bit uncomfortable, but I felt similar when she told me about diapers.

“Well, it’s ABDL. A lot of us skunks end up getting into it, you know, because of the diapers and all.” She looked at me with worried eyes. “You don’t think I’m weird, do you?” She approached me and held my wrists, since my hands were full. “You don’t think I’m a weirdo, do you?”

Sure, I thought this whole thing was weird, but I was willing to give the diapers a shot, right? What could I possibly say to her? I dropped the diapers and held her hands, “Pearly,” I looked deep into her eyes, which were watering up with tears, “I don’t care what you’re into. You’re still my sweetheart and I don’t care what weird or unusual things you like.”

She started to cry, “Oh, Emmy!” She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, shoving her tongue in my mouth. I followed suit, shoving my tongue in her mouth, our tongues twirling together, spit oozing down our faces. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I picked up the diapers I set down. “So, how about we get me padded up?” Honestly, I was looking forward to trying some of my own diapers. I walked over to the crib and lowered the two sides. Sitting down, I grabbed the purple ones and set them next to me.

“Of course!” She ran over and began ripping my pants off, boxers and all. I laid down and waited for her to start padding me up. Ripping open the bag of purple diapers, she pulled one out and ruffled it up. It was already big, almost as big as all those diapers on Pixiv that I discovered after she got me into this. Ruffling it only made it bigger.

“Why do you do that? I’ve been meaning to ask.”

“It makes it poofier and more absorbent.” She grabbed another one from the bag and unfolded it. “See?” She had the fluffed one in her left hand and the fresh from the bag one in her right. She was right, the ruffled-up one looked more comfortable than the other one. They both looked comfortable already, both could have easily been taped around my head and completely covered it. “No more distractions.” Lifting my ass for her, she slid the ruffled-up diaper underneath me. Reaching for the baby powder, she coated my dick and crotch in it, the smell filling the room. I took a deep breath, I learned to like the smell of baby powder over the last month. “Oh, baby likes it?” She placed her hand on my dick, already half chub from being exposed, now growing harder. “What about now?” She started to give me a hand job. Hand jobs from her were the best. Her beans and fur felt so good on my dick. “Yeah, who’s a good boy?” I started to moan. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

“I’m your good boy.” I was at her mercy, on the verge of cumming. “Pearl, I’m gonna-“ she stopped stroking. “What?”

“Good boys don’t cum without their diapees.” I don’t know what switch I flipped, but I was all for it.

“Yes, mommy.” Her face lit up at that. That was just the right thing. At lightning speeds, she did up the tapes, trapping my erection inside a prison of fluff.

“And since I’m mommy, you’re gonna play like mommy.” She took off her skirt and top. Nude except for her diaper now, she mounted me, her diaper on top of my padded erection. “Mommy’s a skunk too, so you’re gonna learn how to play like one.” With her claw, she ripped a hole in the back of her diaper, exposing her ass. She strained and sprayed into the room, a visible green cloud rising-up behind her.

The smell filled my nostrils, making my eyes water. “Why did you do that?” I started to cough and couldn’t stop.

“Mommy likes being able to let loose. You’ll let loose with me, won’t you?” She sprayed again, the green cloud filling more of the room.  I felt fuzzy the more I breathed it, almost as if my mind was letting go. “Hey, Emmy, wet your diaper.” Without any hesitation, I let go of any control I was keeping on my bladder and let it go. I felt the warmth spread as I smelled more and more of her spray. “Good boy.” I don’t know why I wet my diaper when she asked me to, I just felt like obeying her.

“Yes, I am a good boy.” I wanna be a good boy. I wanna make Momma happy.

“Now, mess your diaper, Emmy.” She sprayed more stink into the room.

“Yes mommy.” I clenched my abdominal muscles forcing whatever I had in me to evacuate. I felt my asshole spread as my mess left me, with an audible BLRMMPH. My diaper slowly filled and filled, nearly reaching the limit, my hot squishy mess in my diaper now spreading up my groin and touching my dick. It felt so good.

“Such a good boy, messing for mommy.” She reached for my hand and pressed it into my diaper. I had never felt such a feeling before. Was she getting me into scat? Did she just flip MY switch? Moving my hand onto her diaper now, she wet herself. The warmth overtaking the front of the diaper ass her piss filled the diaper, now totally yellow. Dropping my hand, she began fondling herself, pinching her nipples and moaning loudly. How I wanted to get my mouth on her nipples, but I was pinned to the crib. She started grinding against me as she toyed with her breasts, her moans now growing louder.

“Mommy, I wanna cum.” I started panting now as I was rubbing my dick head through the diaper, wet and messy, spreading the mess all around me.

“I’m gonna cum too, Emmy!” Her panting was rapid now, her feminine voice only making he hornier. “KYAAAAAAAAAAH!” She sprayed more through her diaper as her arms dropped to her sides. I heard a distinct BLOOORP as she messed herself, the smell of both her spray and her mess filling the room now. I came promptly after the smells hit me. I felt the cum ooze through my mess and stick to my skin, by dick throbbing with each burst. Yeah, she got me into it. She fell on top of me, her breasts squishing against me, her breathing heavy. We laid there, recovering from our fun.

And here we are at where you came in. Now you know why a human is dating a skunk girl and wearing diapers. But it doesn’t end there of course. I moved in with her right after that. She wanted me too and I couldn’t say no, could I? In fact, I don’t think I could if I wanted to. We got all my stuff from my apartment the same day and moved it in. She said she hired people to move it for us, but I didn’t see them at all. In a matter of a day, we were sleeping together in the same room, eating the same food, and wearing the same diapers every day. For some reason, I couldn’t get out of my head that I should call her mommy after that day, so I just called her mommy. She did change me after all, so it’s just our little way of being intimate.

After a month of living like that, I was pretty comfortable. She found me a work from home job instead of my horrible retail job. It paid more than I ever thought I’d be paid, and I could work from home and always be with her. Sure, I had to be in my own room with an office, but that’s just the way it is when you’re a tech support agent for Mapple.

“Mommy, when are you done today?” We were eating breakfast that morning right after being padded up.

“9 pm, sweetie.” She drank her juice and finished up her Canadian bacon. I grabbed my sippie cup and finished my milk as well. I spilled on my romper one time and mommy insisted I use them from now on. It was a good idea.

“Oh, same as me for once.” My schedule was always changing, so sometimes I didn’t get out of work until 3 AM.

I got up to head to work but before I could leave, she stopped me. “Wait, I have something for you. Close your eyes.” I heard her getting up, her crinkling diaper prevented her from sneaking anywhere, and walking behind me. She placed something on me neck and clasped it. “I got you a choker!” She got her phone out and took a selfie with me, then sent the selfie. It was pink with a silver heart in the middle. The heart glittered in the light, as it sat above my adams apple. “It suits your new hair so well.”

“Aww, thank you mommy.” I leaned in for a kiss, expecting a kiss.

“It’ll change your life, trust me.” She gave me a kiss. She set the dishes in the sink and started walking out of the kitchen for her office. “Love you sweetie.” As she walked by, she spanked me, not like I felt it thanks to my diaper. “Wet your diaper.” She waved as she slid out the door. Shouting from the hall, “Just focus on work today! Don’t let anything distract you!”

Obeying her, I let loose and wet my diaper. I don’t know what happened, but every time she told me to wet or mess my diaper, I suddenly have the urge to do it. I stood there and let loose, filling my diaper with a wave of pee. Looking down at myself: The sailor scout romper with a teal skirt and collar and pink bow. She said I would look lovely in it. So lovely in fact, that we went back to Devon and redyed my hair bright pink and white. How could I say no to her? She gave me a nicer place to live, a better job, and my life it so much more relaxed now. I felt my diaper underneath my pleated skirt, it was warm and squishy, just the way I liked it. I don’t know why she told me to focus on work, but I always did.

With a new drive, I waddled up to my office, it was about time to start work. I was set to focus on work and not let anything distract me. Opening the door to my office, I turned on the light. She even renovated my office for maximum work efficiency. Blue walls and blue carpet, with one of those chair mats by my desk. She bought me a mini fridge for carbonated beverages or energy drinks, an entire desk for the work computer that they sent me, and helped make it a proper office. The air freshener in the corner of my room even sprayed a smell that helped keep me focused, she wouldn’t tell me what it was but it was somewhat sweet, with hints of citrus. Where would I be without her? Putting on my headset and booting up my Maz, I sat down. Logging in, I mentally prepared myself for my day. Despite my positivity, I didn’t enjoy this job as much as my retail job, but I got to work from home and it paid much more. It was still a customer service job, my specialty, but dealing with people from other countries was a pain sometimes.

I clocked in and immediately got bombarded with customers. “This is gonna be a busy day.” I took a deep breath and opened the line. “Hello, thank you for calling Mapple Tech Support. My name is Emmy, how can I assist you today?” Nothing was going to distract me today, not even an earthquake. The room sprayer let out another spritz of the smell I liked so much, and I took a deep whiff. Today was gonna be a good day.

A few hours had passed and I was starting to grow weary of my customers. A few of them were from other countries and wanted customer service in their native fashion. “Sir, I’m sorry, we cannot offer you a “bargain” on your phone repair because you would have a three-hour drive to the nearest repair center.” Of course, he was complaining and shouting now. “We do not offer an inconvenience fee.” “I apologize for any inconvenience you have, but there is nothing I can do.” The room sprayer shot more smell into the room. I took a smell of it, hoping for the relief of the sweet smell. Instead, It was a different smell, I recognized it though. It was mommy’s spray. My head started to go fuzzy, my keys still at my keyboard as I viewed my customer’s account info, and listening to him yell at me in his foreign accent. “Sir, again, I apologize, but your repair cannot be assessed over the phone. You will have to go to the nearest repair center, and that is located in Mumbai.” Beginning to cuss and swear at me in his native tongue, I was allowed to end the call. “Sir, I do apologize, but we do not accept this behavior. I will email you the instructions to your nearest store and your case number. Have a good day and thank you for calling Mapple.” I pressed the end call button in my OS and picked up the next call in line. “Hello, thank for calling Mapple Tech Support. My name is Emmy, how can I assist you today?”

“You will listen to my commands.” The voice was altered but still clear.

“Sir or ma’am, this is a tech support line, please refrain from calling if you do not have an issue.” I opened the page to file a number to be blocked from the system, ready to submit it if this continued.

“You WILL listen to my commands, Emmy.”

My brain suddenly went hyper focused on the customer. “I will listen to your commands.”

“Very good. Now breathe deeply.” The sprayer in the room began to spray the scent again, but instead of one short burst, it was a constant spray. It wasn’t the sweet-smelling scent either, it smelled like Mommy’s skunk spray. I breathed deeply, taking in the smell of skunk spray. I enjoyed her spray nowadays, and sometimes asked her to spray me. The room filling with it was like bliss. “Mess your diaper. Fill it until it’s full.” I stood up and squatted to spread open my asshole, leaning forward, pushing as hard as I could. I felt it coming, my pucker, widening with the logs that were making their way out of my bowels. The warm squish pressing against the diaper was euphoric. I had grown dependent on my diapers and now I loved messing and wetting, especially in mommy would change me. She would have to change me for sure after this. I kept filling and filling my diaper, the patterns becoming distorted as it stretched and grew darker. The snaps on my romper snapped one by one, leaving my diaper to obey gravity and flop out of its confinement. My skirt was hiding nothing now, nothing but a fashion statement. Moaning, I pushed and pushed until I was empty, my extra poofy SkunkFree diaper now filled to the brim.

“Sit down.” Obeying this stranger, I sat in my chair again. The audible squish and smearing noise as my mess spread through my diaper, overtaking the front and back of me, covering my entire groin. I let out a pleasured moan as it did so. “Good boy.”

“I am a good boy.”

“Now use the buzzy wand under you chair to cum.” Mindlessly, I felt underneath my chair and felt something taped on the underside. Pulling it off, it was our buzzy wand. Turning it on, the battery indicator showed it was full. “Max power.” I pressed the arrow button ten times until it was vibrating so loudly and violently that it would have broken a glass. I pressed it against my dick, now rock hard because it was surrounded by my mess, and started to masturbate. “You’re a good little skunk, aren’t you?”

“I am a good skunk.” Mommy had started calling me that recently because I had more skunk like traits thanks to me living with her. If only I could be an Anthro too, then we could be skunky together.

“Be Mommy’s little skunk.” I heard a small hiss and suddenly smelled something that wasn’t mommy’s spray. It wasn’t sweet or bad, but strong. Like whenever I used the bathroom after a woman did. Estrogen? Pheromones? I never knew what it was. That’s what I smelled. It flowed into my nose, staining my nostrils with its stink. My whole body began to tingle, but I didn’t care, I was on cloud 9. My thighs began to thicken before my eyes. “You will not panic. The smells are giving you hallucinations.” That explained it, everything is fine then. I continued to watch my thighs grow thicker and thicker.

My vision was hindered by my chest blocking my vision. “My chest?” I witnessed something truly odd; my chest was inflating! Sure, I was a little chubby, but I didn’t have tits. Regardless I watched them grow from my small chubby man boobs to sizeable B cups, then sizeable D cups.

“Fondle your breasts.” Obeying, I pulled the romper out from the skirt so I could fondle my tits directly. With my free hand, I began to pinch and pull my nipple. My god, the jolts of electricity that shot through me in that moment! It was like no other! I began to moan loudly and buck my hips against the buzzy. “Good girl, continue your masturbation.”

“I am a good girl!” I closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure from the wand and my nipples. As my tits grew in my hands, my ass was filling up my diaper. It felt tighter and tighter as I fondled and pinched myself. It was so tight now that I heard one of the tapes on my diaper rip. I couldn’t stop to fix it though; I was to engrossed in my pleasure. Another tape ripped, then another. It wouldn’t be long till the last one ripped. Every moment I was pleasuring myself, I felt smaller, I could feel my shoulders slimming down, ay arms becoming slimmer and more feminine. Holding the buzzy in position was getting tiring, so I switched hands. Playing with my other breast now, it felt just as amazing if not better. “Oh my god! What a trip!” I leaned my head back and continued my masturbation, as the customer commanded. My hips started to inflate; this was it. The diaper’s last tape was hanging by a thread. “I, I,” I heard my voice go higher in pitch, “I’m cumming!” My hips burst forth and the diaper gave way, flopping forward and knocking the buzzy out of my hand. Shit went flying around the room, the front of my diaper practically exploding. My computer, my desk, the walls, everything was coated. I shot cum into the air and it landed on my now F cup chest and stomach.

“Good, now embrace your new identity.” As I sat there, exhausted, and tits hanging over the sides of my body, my body began to tingle again. Pink fur began to sprout from all over my body, it was taking over my whole body at once! Pink fur on my arms, legs, head, hands, and feet, with white belly and under arms and legs. It wasn’t long before I was covered in fur. My ears moved up my body, as if they were merely accessories, growing rounder and smaller. There was a sharp sting on my back as my tail began to sprout, working its way through the spaces between my arm rests and the back of the it was as big and floofy as Mommy’s but pink with white stripes. I felt the fur on my face, watching my nose extend from my face and shrink simultaneously into a short little snout. The last of my manhood was shrinking into my body. I was already limp after cumming so fast, so it didn’t take long. My dick receded into my new fur covered body, my balls following suit, riding further into me, forming a pussy. A name floated into my head: Blaze. That must be my name, how silly of me to forget my name. “Good. Await further commands. Welcome to your new life. Continue your job.”

“I will await further commands and continue my job.” The customer hung up, leaving me on a dial tone. I sat there with my diaper open, the room smelling of skunk spray and shit, and kept working. “Hi, thanks for calling Mapple Tech Support. My name is Blaze, how can I assist you today?”

Hours later, I walked out of my office. The diaper sticking to my ass after sitting in it for hours on end. My skirt was assisting in keeping the diaper on, but one misstep and it would fall. There was no way my romper would close properly now; my tits were too big. I walked down to the kitchen where I knew Mommy would be. My tits felt so heavy, were they always this heavy?

“Hi Blaze!” She ran out of the kitchen hugging me in a tight hug, diving in for a kiss; of course I kissed her back. I love my girlfriend and I’m happy to be hers.

“Hi mommy. I made a mess.”

“I can see that, Blaze.” She looked at my diaper hanging from my skirt’s band. Let’s go shower and take care of it.” She dragged me to the bathroom, making sure I didn’t drop my diaper in the process. Once we entered the bathroom, she swiftly ripped off the diaper and tossed it into the bin we had for used diapers. “Oh, look at your fur down here, it’s caked.” She tried to pull off some of the dingleberries but none of them were giving way. “This shower may take a while, Blaze.”

“That’s fine.” Removing my romper and tossing it into the hamper, I stepped into the massive shower we had. She started taking everything off as I stepped in. I loved this bathroom because it was like those bathroom setups in Japanese houses; a small area with the washing machines and a shelf for towels and such, then a door leading to the tiled bathroom. It could easily hold 10 people! We stepped in and She immediately sprayed me. I turned around, and saw her asshole and pussy aimed at me, the green fog filling the bathroom. Taking the smell in, I took a deep whiff of it. “Oh yeah?” I turned around quickly and sprayed her in return, clenching my muscles, tapping into my scent gland. The fog grew thicker, our smells blending.

“Aren’t we feisty today?” She pushed me over and sat on me, her ass facing me. “See if you like this, Blaze.” Seeing her strain her body, I saw her asshole start to widen, forcing a shit out onto me. Her hot log making steam in the chilly bathroom. It slowly worked its way out of her body, past her asshole, and plopped onto my chest, below my tits, so it was hard to see. I could feel it though, it was so warm on my chest, the smell radiating into the bathroom. She sat on me, also sitting on her log. She wiggled her ass, spreading it around my body and on her ass.

“Mommy, you know what I like.” My nipples were hard as diamonds. I reached for my pussy, I had to pleasure my aching pussy. Moaning like the slut I was, I let all my moans escape into the bathroom, the noise being amplified by the tiles.

“Good girl.” She moved her ass in circles across my chest, really smearing her shit on my body, grinding it into my body. She began to tug at her nipples as she did so, letting her moans free and filling the bathroom with more sensual sounds of lewd skunks indulging themselves in scat. It wasn’t long before I came, filling the room with loud moaning and shouting. She came as well, covering my chest with fem cum as well as scat. “Alright, now we both need a shower, maybe a bath too.”

* * *

A month had passed and things have never been better. Mommy always changes me in the morning and gives me lots of lovin’s. We shower ever night and take that time to get our stinkies out. Whenever I need a change, mommy somehow knows and comes to change me. Mapple gave me a raise because my productivity was higher than anyone elses! Mommy was so proud of me she started giving me boosters to help get me another raise!

We both walked out of our offices at the same time that night. We both had late schedules and out diapers were both filled and soggy. We both walked to the kitchen, tired and hungry. We were so tired, in fact, we didn’t feel like cooking. We just microwaved some burritos. They made us extra stinky anyway, so we weren’t complaining.

“So how was work, Blaze?”

“It was fine. I don’t understand the people that call the English line when they’re from another country. They won’t get the service they want and it’ll be harder to communicate.” I shrugged and took a bite from my bean and cheese burrito.

“Maybe their country’s service sucks?”

“Well, ours is no better in their situation. I told him his nearest location for service was three hours away. They would have told him the same thing. At least the native speakers could have told him that in his own language.” Through another bite of burrito I added, “and they would have understood his insults.”

“No one said work would be easy.” She pulled out her phone, eating her burrito. “Hey Blaze, you love me, right?”

“Of course, I do Mommy.” Why would she even ask that?

“What if, I did something to you that was unforgivable? Like, changed your life without you even knowing?”

“How would you even do that? We’ve been together for months.” It was true though. We met at DiaperCon, both realized we were kinky as fuck, and we had sex the same night. That’s how I remember it.

“Well…” She pressed a few buttons on her phone. I felt a shock come from my choker; everything went dark. I woke up looking at the ceiling, something blocking my view.

“Blaze?” I was resting on Mommy’s lap, looking up at her breasts, her nipples hard as a rock. “You awake?” She was petting my head, it felt hairier somehow.

“What happened?” My head was pounding. I rose from her lap, sitting up. My chest felt so heavy that I nearly fell forward. “WHOA!” Stopping myself with my hands, I saw pink, lots of pink. My hands were pink, my arms were pink, I had white and pink tits?! “What is this?!” I felt these tits that were attached to me, they felt real, I moaned as I pinched them. “Why is my voice so high?” Fearing the worst, I searched for my manhood, feeling blindly for my dick because these tits on my body were too large to look past. All I felt was a wet slit.

“Blaze, I mean, Emmy. Please don’t be mad at me.” She remained where she was supporting me, with a sad, worried expression.

“What did you do?!”

“I, I changed you. I altered your body to suit my fancy.”

“What, so I wasn’t good enough before?” I stood up and looked at the rest of my body. “Why am I so thicc? Why am I so furry?” I spun around, trying in vain to get a good look at myself. “Why am I a skunk? A girl skunk?”

“I thought you’d be happier this way.” She looked down, sniffling.

“Well, maybe you could have asked me first.” I placed my hand on hip and the other on my head. “Ok, look. I’m obviously mad. Can this be undone?”

“But you’re so sexy!” She stood up abruptly, lunging for my tits. She began to suck them and I started moaning. “Ahhh ahhh ahhh. No wait!” I pushed her away. “I don’t want this. I want to go back to normal.”

She looked at me, tears began to form in her eyes. Sniffling she said as proudly as possible, “Fine. If I can’t have you as my girlfriend, I’ll just have to add you to the collection.” She grabbed her phone and started fiddling with it.

“Collection? What are talking abo-“ Before I could finish, a choker on my throat, which I didn’t even know was there, clamped tighter, alerting me to its presence.

“Yes, my collection.” Tapping her phone more, I felt something begin to leak from it. It made its way up my neck, muzzle and covered my face, blinding me. I couldn’t say anything, complain, or protest, it kept my mouth clamped shut. “I was hoping you would be the one, Emmy. But I suppose I was wrong.” I heard a chair squeak. “I’ll just watch the show then.”

I was blind, nothing but blackness. A light appeared in front of my eyes, black and white swirls. I immediately stopped moving and fell victim to the swirly screen. The ooze penetrated my ears, worming its way into my head.

Hello, Emerald. You have failed to please mistress Pearl. You will now become one of her service drones. Beginning dronification process. Latex coating being applied.

The voice was speaking to me directly from in my ears. As it was speaking it only went deeper. I felt more latex ooze from the choker, coating me from my neck down. My shoulders were quickly covered, oozing down my body.

Latex application 20% complete.
Skull cavity reached. Assimilation of brain commencing.

No! Not my brain! I overcame the force keeping me still, grasping my head. I was still unable to scream, but my muffled screams leaked through the latex coating. I could feel the latex coating my brain, the flow of it pouring onto the top and flowing down the sides, filling all my wrinkles.

Resistance detected. Latex output increased. Hypnosis power increased.

More latex oozed from the choker, spewing from it like a fountain. “Well, aren’t we a fighter?” Pearl gave a snarky remark while watching. The latex covered my body faster now, my arms and breasts were now coated, working down to my stomach. Extra latex flowed down my back and began to cover my tail. “This was always my favorite part. Seeing someone submit to the latex. I wonder what you will do?”

The hypno screen began to swirl faster, I couldn’t look away. Resistance is futile. Submit. Become her servant. Why was I thinking these things? I didn’t want this! Serve Mistress Pearl.

Brain 50% assimilated. Latex application 50% complete.

“Did you really not wonder how everything was taken care of around here?” I could feel her footsteps, she was walking around me now. “Did you really think I took care of everything myself? Bah, my family doesn’t own this place. I assimilated the real owners and made them transfer the deed. They now serve me as maids.”
My legs were the only thing left to be covered now. My tail was fully covered and my torse was now one with the latex. There was no going back now.

Brain assimilation complete. Latex application 75%.

“I really did love you though. I wanted this to work. You were so nice to me, you treated me like a person, despite me being a skunk. You were even willing to try all my hobbies!” She sniffled for a second. “But you didn’t accept my changes. I was really hoping you’d be the one.” She caressed my chin, pressing her horsehead to mine. “However, if you’re not ok with ALL my kinks, I can’t love you.”

I felt my brain go smooth with the latex. I stopped moving and resisting, returning to standing position. I still had to resist, I… must, fight, latex. Oh, that feels good actually. If I look at this screen more, will I feel even better? Yes, cover up my legs!

 Latex application complete. Forming Latex Diaper.

Latex diaper? Yeah, that’s sounds awesome! Is that my waist getting nice and big? I want a nice big poofy diaper so I can work forever and ever!

“Well, seems you submitted heart and soul.” She looked at me and smiled. “You will be Drone EM-11. Now, EM-11, go meet your other drones in the basement and learn your role.” Yes, Mistress Pearl!

* * *

A week later, Tony knocked on the door of Pearl’s mansion. A drone came to the door and showed him in. “Hey, Pearl, how’s EM-11 doing?” He stood in the entrance hall, calling for Pearl, not wanting to go looking. Drones wandered the halls, each doing different chores. A canine drone was vacuuming the curtains, a feline drone was mopping the floors, A snake drone was doing dishes in the kitchen, and several others all doing their jobs. Of course, they all wore their large, latex diapers. They were a part of them.

“Oh, Tony. Good to see you.” Pearl stepped out of the kitchen with a sandwich in her hands. “EM-11 is doing great. She’s the best at making me money. She’s working 24/7 at that job of hers. I altered her a bit so she could still speak. All the cash she’s making makes it waaay easier for me to live.”

“Yeah, that’s great. Hey stepped out of the lowered entry way and toward her. “I found another one for ya. I was in the neighborhood and I thought I’d come in person and ask rather than texting. That and I haven’t received my pay yet for Emer, sorry, EM-11.”

“Oh, yes, I did forget.” She turned around and grabbed an envelope that was stuck to the fridge with a magnet. “I do apologize, you always find me wonderful subjects. You were so close with EM-11 too.”

“Well, eat your heart out with this one.” He handed her a file folder. “This one is already an Anthro, so there will be less work involved. Three subjects in there that will work well.”

She looked through the files. There was a full bio of each individual with a picture from their social media. “A badger, a horse, and a lynx. Tony, you outdo yourself. DI-42!” The feline drone that was mopping the floor stood upright and walked over to her. “Please give Tony a good time in an upstairs bedroom. He deserves it for this.” She wiggled the file folder.

“Pearl, thank you so much.” DI-42 grasped Tony by the hand and led him to a bedroom upstairs.

“I wonder if one of you three will be my soulmate.”
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