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Tyler was barely able to contain his excitement as his car pulled up at the casino. Having turned 21 only three days ago, he was finally of age to gamble in person. He'd become a fan of online Texas hold-em for quite some time, and it was a dream of his to be able to play in real life.

Tyler had a difficult time avoiding looking nervous as he was carded. The attendant gave him a once over before checking the date with squinting, judgmental eyes. Yet, after what felt like an eternity, Tyler was given his ID card with a gesture to enter the establishment.

Upon sitting at a table, Tyler was approached by one of the waitresses, who was carrying what looked like a tray of fruity drinks. "Would you care for one, sir?" She asked, smiling politely.

Tyler hesitated for a moment, not sure if he should accept. Though he was no stranger to booze, he hadn't intended on drinking anything today. Even without the outrageous cost of alcohol at such establishments, he still had to drive himself home afterward.

"Go ahead, dear. It's complements of the house," said the woman, holding it out from him. Tepidly, he took the drink, thanking her as she walked away to tend to another client.

Taking a sip, Tyler was pleased with the flavor of the unknown mixed beverage. He wanted to ask the waitress about its composition but could not find her anywhere. Tipping the glass, he quickly downed its contents, turning to his games.

To his detriment, he did not say no when he was offered a second beverage some ten minutes later. He took it gratefully, not caring that it was starting to get him a little tipsy. Still, it did little to hinder his ability to play. Even slightly inebriated, all the hours of playing online did him good as he found himself winning more often than not!

After several hours, Tyler was feeling ready to leave, having had his fill. Though he had brought ample savings to play with, he was currently up a few hundred dollars and didn't want to try pressing his luck. Still, he was curious about giving a few of the other games a quick try and wasn't too worried about losing money with his current lead. So, he figured, what the hell. When in Rome, right?

Sitting down at one of the slot machines, he paid the dollar and pulled the lever, watching the symbols rapidly go by. He hadn't been paying attention, but it seemed as though the symbols were animals rather than the expected bars and cherries and dollar signs. Having no idea what he was going for, he pulled the lever in rapid succession, hoping that they would maybe land on something.

Yet, he was not expecting to hear the sirens from the machine that were likely indicative of a win. Opening his eyes, he saw that the images lined up were those of what looked like cats, save the singular white stripe down the center. A skunk? How was that a winner? Skunked was a term for losing in gambling, not a win!

He did not expect the torrent of coins to come cascading out of the machine, the sign that he'd won a decent pot. It must have been a couple hundred for just that single play!

Soon, the hostess from before came over, congratulating him for being such a lucky winner on his first try. Tyler blushed sheepishly, not knowing what to say. Still, he was happy that he'd won, having not expected to so easily.

The woman smiled, before reaching into her pocket to grab something. "Oh, your winnings come with a complimentary ticket to this evening's magic show. It's starting in about..." She paused, pulling out her phone. "Twenty minutes. That's perfect timing! You simply have to attend! I'm sure it will leave an impression on you!" She remarked as she walked away to grab him a celebratory drink.

At that point, Tyler decided to put his homecoming on hold. He didn't want the ticket to go to waste, even though he was not a fan of magic shows. And, besides, he'd drank more than he'd intended to, and needed some time to sober up. Maybe it would end up being really fun?

Taking his drink with him, Tyler was pointed in the direction of the showroom, trying not to trip as he walked towards it. He felt a little trepidation as he entered, not expecting the relatively small room he found himself in. There were only twenty or so chairs, almost all filled with the exception of one at the front. He hadn't wanted to be on display like that and almost backed out. Yet, with over a dozen pairs of eyes turned to rest on him, Tyler had no choice but to sit down lest he brought on their ire.

As he walked to the front and sat down sheepishly, an odd smell hit his nose, one that made him stifle a gag. The pungent odor was familiar, though not one he could readily identify. It hung cloyingly in the air, making him a little uncomfortable as he tried his best to get used to the smell. Was it perhaps weed? He couldn't be sure.

To his surprise, he seemed to be the only one made uncomfortable by the odor. Though the gathered audience was all whispering in hushed tones, none were making any gestures of discomfort at the presence of the redolence.

It took Tyler a few moments to realize that those gathered seemed to stop talking when he looked in their direction. He pondered on that for a moment, hearing the murmured chatter picking up once he looked away. Though he could not make out any of the words, it gave him the impression that they were all talking about him. He hadn't done anything he could think of to make himself stand out. Was it because of his age? It was impossible to say for sure. He couldn't just come out and ask them, after all!

Yet, it was soon put out of his mind as the lights went down, as though the show was about to begin. A woman glided onto the stage from the back, one who Tyler assumed was the magician. Tyler couldn't help but admire her beauty as she walked onto the stage with a confident bluster.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am Madam Mysteria, and for the next hour, I will be here to delight and astonish you!" She declared, to be met with a chorus of applause from the audience.

Her form was absolutely stunning as she began what Tyler assumed was her act for the evening. . Clad in a candy apple red dress, her long, perfectly flowing golden hair trailed behind her as she entered, her hips gyrated almost seductively. Her hourglass shape was almost otherworldly as she smiled at the audience and pulled a wand from what looked like midair. If Tyler didn't know any better, he would consider her the personification of a goddess!

Madame Mysteria began her act with a few simple tricks. Tapping her wand against her hat, she made it vanish into thin air, only to retrieve it from behind a mirror onstage. She even pulled a bouquet of flowers out of her hat, after showing the audience it was empty.

Tyler found himself getting bored of all this rather quickly. It seemed more akin to a show for children to be used at birthday parties. Why was there a magic show in an adult establishment, anyway? Tyler had half a mind to leave. But it was only for an hour, right? He wanted to make the most of his winnings, after all! And, having just finished his drink, he found himself still a little buzzed to drive!

"Now, for this next act, I'll need an assistant from the audience. Any volunteers?" She asked, looking out into the crowd. No one raised their hand, which was of no surprise. No self-respecting person would want to go up and partake unless they were drunk! And even then, Tyler had enough sense not to bother!

"Hmm, looks like I'll have to choose someone myself, then. How about you?' She said, pointing a rose in Tyler's direction. He almost missed it until the silence from the crowd and the stage made him look up to see the rose and her eager expression.

"How about our big winner for the evening?!" She asked, and Tyler stayed frozen, not wanting to draw attention to himself. But, all eyes were on him, and he had no choice but to stand.

All of a sudden, the rose was missing from the woman's hands, and Tyler felt a sudden prickling against his fingers. Looking down, he realized the rose was in his own! It was a nice trick, but not something that impressed him much.

"It's a special day for you, my dear. You're a very lucky boy!" She declared as Tyler begrudgingly started to walk up to the stage. He really didn't want to go, but he knew that there was no point in protesting. He would be holding up the show, after all. And they would probably just coerce him to participate, anyway.

He also wasn't a fan of being talked down to like it was a kid. He was the youngest person there by far, having only just reached the age where he could go to this sort of establishment. Still, that didn't mean they needed to enfantalize him!

Tyler made it to the stage, not bothering to remove the sour expression off his face. He was far from excited to be there, after all. The crowd's applause made it even more distasteful!

The magician reached out her hand to take his and show him off for the audience. Being near this busty beauty was the only positive of the experience. "What's your name, dear? Speak up so everyone can hear you."

"Tyler," he replied, not bothering to say it too loudly. There was no point in the small room, after all.

"Tyler," she started, lowering her voice as though he was the only one in the room. "Do you believe in magic?" The rest of the audience chuckled at that.

Tyler was starting to get fed up with this. He scoffed, hating the child-like treatment he was getting. He figured he might as well return it. "Why, what are you going to do, make me disappear?" He replied, not bothering to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

The woman only seemed to smile at his arrogance. "That would be no fun for me and the audience, now, would it? I'd much rather keep you around to see what kind of a show we can make out of you!" She said, laughing. Much to Tyler's chagrin, the rest of the audience laughed along with her.

"Hmm, you know, your attitude really stinks, boy. I suppose that's why you rolled what you did to win your ticket. Makes sense, right?" She asked the audience, and they all cheered in response.

Tyler was starting to get a little confused at this point. What was she going on about? It seemed that, whatever it was, the audience was in on it, too. Was it some hidden joke, the reason he had won the ticket in the first place?

"Don't you remember, you silly little boy? The image on the wheel that brought you here? Aww, did we give you a little too much to drink? You poor boy. Here, let me help you," she finished as she reached out with the wand to tap Tyler's forehead.

Tyler barely had the time to move or even protest as the mental image of a skunk came into his mind. He could see the little creature running around the forest, sniffing and eating bugs and berries, and generally being unconcerned by any of the goings-on in his world. Most of all, he saw the skunk spray a predator, filling the air with a fluid that stank to high heaven. Where were the images coming from?

Yet, the more he viewed them, the more Tyler started to become concerned. It was more than just seeing the images unfold before him. It was almost like he was that skunk. He was the one eating bugs and sauntering around unconcerned. And it was him making that god-awful stink...

"W-what did you do to me?" Tyler asked, trying to shake off the images. Yet, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't clear his mind from the intrusive thoughts. What was wrong with him?

Yet, the woman wasn't keen on answering him, at least, not yet. Turning back to the crowd, Madam Mysteria declared in a loud voice. "What a lucky boy we have here! I'm going to help him enter a new life! One that better fits a little stinker like him!" Her declaration was met with thunderous applause.

Coming in closer, she leaned down and whispered, though it was loud enough that everyone in the room could hear. "Don't worry, little boy. You'll get used to the smell soon," she said in that same condescending voice that was irritating Tyler to no end.

It was more than that on his mind, however. Nothing about this show was normal. He had to get out of there. This was humiliating!

"This shit is crazy. You're all crazy. I'm out of here!" Tyler stated as he turned to walk off the stage.

However, something in the air made him pause. He tried to ignore it, but there was a tingling over his body that grew more intense the farther he moved away. It was as though it pained him to be off the stage like he was compelled to stay. The more he tried to fight it, the more that Tyler had a difficult time actually moving forward.

"Alright, how should we start this off? There is a long way to go before we make this poor boy the little stinker that he's meant to be!" She said, calling out to the audience as Tyler struggled to move

"I don't think he can hear you! Give him a nice pair of skunk ears!" Called one woman from the audience, and the rest cheered their agreement. The sounds echoed through the room, surely audible through the entire building from the intensity. How were so few people so loud?

Tyler looked at the crowd with a mix of confusion and apprehension. What was the point of all of this? Yet, no sooner than the crowd had stopped cheering than he felt a burning in his ears. Raising his hands in horror, Tyler turned to the mirror that he recalled was there. He was just in time to see minute black hairs forming over them, reaching up to greet his touch. They soon covered the entire surface, giving him what felt like a soft coat. What the hell...?

"Looks like our boy Tyler will be able to hear me out about his future, now!" The woman said, and the audience erupted into laughter as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

The burning continued to assault his ear as Tyler felt them stretching like putty across his skull. They grew larger in relation to his head, rounding and curving and moving up somewhat on his features. Tyler grasped at them frantically, not believing them to be real. Yet a glance in the mirror told him otherwise. They looked like the ears of some sort of animal. Specifically, if the woman's words were to be believed, a skunk's!

Tyler felt his heart sink as the crowd burst into applause. There was no way this was real. It had to be some sort of trick. Or, maybe a dream? Tyler must have been passed out and drunk or something. Yet, it certainly felt real. What was going on?

The claps in his ears seemed louder, somehow, if such a thing was possible. Tyler felt himself blush in shame at the realization that his ears could better take in sounds of the room's inhabitants. It seemed as though everyone was into the show, not even concerned that Tyler had grown a pair of skunk ears.

Tyler cupped his ears, not wanting to hear the sounds of laughter and applause as his ears finished their transformation. He was blushing furiously now, terribly embarrassed by the turn of events.

"Aww, looks like our little boy is ashamed of those skunk ears. We better give him another change so that he doesn't feel too bad about the ears!" She said, followed by that demented laugh that was starting to grate on Tyler's nerves. How could she be enjoying doing this to him!?

So distracted by his ears, Tyer hadn't realized that she'd asked the crowd once more. "Let's give him a big, smelly skunk tail!" Someone shouted, and the rest of the crowd erupted with a chorus of cheers and excitement.

Fear rushed through him as the implication hit him all that once. Ears were one thing, but he didn't want to grow a tail! How embarrassing would that be!

"This can't be real. I'm human. I'm a boy. I can't grow a tail. Please no," he whispered his mantra over and over again, in the hopes that what he feared would not come to pass.

Yet, his words did not stop the poking sensation he felt as something touched the back of his pants from the inside. His hands reflexively moved from his ears towards his ass, not wanting the audience to see. But, the moment his hands touched the growth, it twitched, and he yelped, not expecting the protrusion to actually move.

"Look, he's growing a great big skunk tail!" Someone taunted from the audience, making Tyer blush more.

"NO, no, no, no, please no," Tyler muttered under his breath. He was a boy, not a skunk. What had he done to deserve this?!

It seemed as though the woman had heard him. "Why are you so worried, my dear? Stinkers like you have such big, fluffy tails. Don't be shy. Let's show everyone in the audience!" She said, reaching down behind Tyler.

He tried to move away, but was unable to get far before the women reached into the back of his pants, which were already pushed out from the growth. The moment her hands touched it, it seemed to explode, nearly bursting his pants from the force of it. It was massive, stretching rapidly up his back as her hands seemed to tug it along. Before she was done, it reached almost all the way to his neck!

Tyler grimaced from an uncomfortable itching as hairs seemed to sprout from the base, tickling him as they soon swept back across its surface. Tyler didn't want to look, thinking that if he didn't see the thing, then it might not be real. But there was no denying the weight of it on his backside as it continued to grow and sprout its fluffy, black fur, with a thick white stripe in the center.

"Now, you might not know this, but a skunk raises its tail like this when it's threatened! You all better be careful! We don't make Tyler here too afraid now!" The magician said, with more of a laugh than a caution.

"Pee-yew! Stinky!" Someone yelled out from the audience, making Tyler blush even more. How was it that he had to endure this!

As Tyler kept muttering "No, no, no. no," he realized the scent in the air was stronger now. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. The scent he experienced before was that of skunk musk. It had been swirling around the room ever since he'd entered, as though a skunk had sprayed in here a while ago and they had not been fully able to remove the stink.

Yet, the pungent musk was somehow closer than before. It was so much more potent now, leaking into the air and assaulting his senses. It was as though... but it couldn't be, could it?

Tyler tried to move and found he was finally able to do so slightly, though he could not leave the stage with the level of effort he was putting out. Yet, it only served to allow the rancid odor to follow him, confirming his worst fear. The stink really was part of him now!

"Pee-yew! What's that awful skink?!" Said Madam Mysteria, making Tyler blush with shame. She could smell it, too. Was it just as bad for her, or the audience members, as Tyler found it?

"Please, let me go! I'm not a skunk! It's not my fault I stink!" Tyler yelled, scared at what was happening.

He started shivering, his tail twitching as he got used to the sensation of actually having one. It would have been almost fascinating, trying to move it, or to feel the fur it now sported. But, sticking out of his own backside and signaling an inevitable change, it was the most horrific thing he could imagine!

In his fear, he hardly noticed a new sensation coming from his tail. No, rather, underneath it. It was like a series of new muscles, collected near his anus. He clenched the muscles reflexively, his body evidently curious about the new additions.

That was the biggest mistake he'd ever allowed himself to make, All of a sudden, he felt the muscles release and something squirt out of them. At the same time, a warm dampness coated his ass and the back of his pants. For a brief moment, he thought he'd wet himself. But it hadn't come from his penis. Then did that mean... oh no...

A horrid stink flooded his nose just then, making him retch and cough. It was more than he thought himself able to bear as he struggled to overcome the mind-boggling stench. He had just released a shot of skunk musk into his pants. And worse, the stench was part of him now! He couldn't escape it without taking off his pants in front of these people!

"Whoo, that is some kind of a powerful stench! I wouldn't want to be you right now!" Madam Mysteria said, eliciting another round of laughter from the crowd.

Tyler was embarrassed beyond belief as they continued to point and jeer at him. His cheeks were flushed, and tears were running down his face at the inescapable fate he was forced to live out. He didn't care that he was crying in front of a room full of people. He didn't deserve this!

The Madam came closer, though not too close, likely to avoid his skunky stink. "Ahh, do you not like your smell, you poor boy? Well, you're going to have to get used to it now! How about we help him out?" She yelled to the audience, who responded with a "Give him a skunk's nose!"

Tyler felt his blood run cold at that. He didn't want to be a skunk. He couldn't want this. Even if it would give him a reprieve from his own stink, it was too frightening a prospect to bear. He had to at least try to get away! But, rooted to the stage as he was by the magic, escape was impossible.

The now-familiar tingling of transformation assaulted his nose, and Tyler was embarrassed to feel that the skin was suddenly damp and moist. He wanted to research up and touch it, but fear kept him from exploring his new development.

Before he could protest, the woman had the mirror turned around, forcing him to stare in horror at what had become of his features. His nose was turning a glistening black as it seemed to expand. Reached towards his quivering lips, the nostrils appeared to turn upwards slightly, almost reminding him of a pig.

Having already been breathing through his mouth, Typer nonetheless was unable to resist a breath from the new appendage that he could see in front of his face as he crossed his eyes. The moment he did so, he was nearly knocked back from the sheer force of the olfactory overload that he was now detecting. Thin slits had formed on the sides, allowing him to detect molecules in the air that his human self was barely able to comprehend!

The first thing he noticed, however, was the overpowering musk of his skunk stink in the air. It was still just as pungent but carried none of the rancid undertones that it once did. In fact, it helped him to relax and feel safe. After all, what other animal could handle the stench of his spray?

Yet, even over the redolence of his own reek, Tyler was still able to pick up some scents in the room that made him shudder. There was his own scent present, the human part, or something that he was able to identify as such. But underneath that was the undeniable odor of skunk. Not only was he changing, but he was even starting to smell like an animal, even over the pungent stench of musk he had released into his pants!

Tyler was clearly changing into a non-human being. But, to his surprise, he was the only human in the room. The others gathered did not carry the same human scent as he did. He could tell that he, Tyler, was human. And other scents in the room spoke of humans being here before him. But everyone else in the room was not human. What were they? It did explain why they were sitting back and letting Tyler be changed. No human could be so malicious!

One other thing caught his attention before the woman who was not a woman started to cheer on the rest of his changes. The other human scents still lingering in the room were altered like he was, as though they had been changed into animals too. One boy's scent carried the same stench of skunk as he did. Another had a scent that reminded him of a dog. No, wait. A wild dog. A coyote? It was a male. No, wait, it wasn't right anymore. A girl coyote? How did he know these things?

Tyler started to cry, staring at his changed visage in the mirror. "I don't want to be an animal. I'm not a skunk!" He shouted, touching his face in disbelief. He didn't want to think that the rest of his life would be spent as an animal! Yet, the more he changed, the more he was starting to believe that possibility.

Tyler tried his best to hold back his tears, but they instead started coming faster. The realization that others had been changed, and that this was to be his fate hit him like a freight train. If so many had been changed before him, then there was no chance of his escape, right? He was going to be a skunk forever if he kept transforming!

The woman came up to him then, petting his head and talking in a soothing voice, like one would talk to a child. "Aww, what's the matter, you little stinker? Don't be scared. You'll love being a skunk with that attitude of yours. And besides, it will all be over soon," she finished, gently touching his nose as he flushed with embarrassment once more.

Even through his fear, Tyler could hear the voices of the crowd calling out to give him the next set of horrific changes. "He'd look cute with a pair of paws!" Someone shouted, making Tyler's blood run cold. No, not that! Not his hands!

"Aww, I bet he will! Let's get rid of those filthy human hands and give you a cute set of little paws!" She said, waving her wand and making Tyler panic. He couldn't lose his hands! Not that!

In a desperate bid to retain his digits, Tyler stuck them out, keeping them as stiff as possible to prevent his transfiguration. But his efforts were in vain. First, his thumbs began to twitch uncontrollably, sinking into his palms as they began to stretch. He was helpless to prevent them from becoming stiff and immobile as they continued to shrink. Only stubs soon remained, the nails blackening as their keratin thickened a few layers and stretched into pointed tips!

His palms were soon to follow, stretching relative to his body as the skin started to blacken. The itch of fur growth cropped up in some places, but it was mostly his new pads that continued to swell, taking up nearly the entirety of his palm's surface. Not even his fingertips were spared as the black padding bubbled up from their surface, leaving little in the way of feeling. They would be perfect for protecting his feet as he crawled around on the forest floor, however!

Finally, the worst part of all came as his fingers cracked and shrank into the new paws he now possessed. Tyler tried with all his willpower to keep them stretched out and intact as their human equivalents. Yet, he was helpless against the woman's magic as they continued to shrink, losing their mobility as they did so. Like his thumbs, his nails started to thicken, turning black and stretching out into animalistic points.

Staring in horror at his new paws, Tyler couldn't help but realize that he was looking less and less human. Panic was overwhelming him at the thought that he was only moments away from losing his hands forever into these tiny paws. "Please, someone, anyone! Help me! I'm not an animal! I'm a boy!" He yelled, desperate. Yet, those gathered were likely not inclined to feel any remorse towards his situation. How could any being be so sadistic?

"Awww, he's such a cute little fizzy stinker!" Someone in the audience yelled, making Tyler shiver with fear. The itching of hair growth on his chest only compounded what he feared. He was growing fur!

Tyler turned in terror to see his visage altering in the mirror. His shirt, form-fitting before, seemed to grow looser on his frame, looking at first like it was two sizes too large. Within moments, his diminishing body made it more akin to wearing his dad's clothing as a child.

"Here, let me help you with those, sweetie!" Said the woman. She walked up and pulled Tyler's shirt off with a speed that left him no time to resist.

Worse than his exposure was the sight of the hairs covering his body. It was black all the way down his chest as his own human hair started to lance out into what would become his skunk pelt. An expanding white patch surrounded his back and itched towards the white stripe on the back of his twitching tail.

Tyler was still shrinking all the while, making it hard to keep the rest of his clothing on. He tried desperately to hold up his pants but realized that his paws were woefully inadequate. His jeans soon fell to the floor, bunched up around his ankles and leaving him clad only in his underwear. Tyler didn't bother to try to grasp for them again, not wanting to embarrass himself further with the futile attempt.

The laughter from the gathered people, or whatever they were, only intensified in his current state. Tyler continued crying, afraid, angry, and frustrated more than he could have ever imagined. The muscles under his rectum spasmed reflexively, and to his shame, he unleashed another load of skunk spray into his underwear, the pungent musk dripping down his hairy legs and on the floor. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't stop the flow of musk releasing from his changing body!

The tears came faster now as the laughter intensified, making Tyler feel like a scared little boy. All he could do was keep up his pitiful cries of panic in the vain hope that someone would come to his aid. "I'm not an animal! I'm not a skunk! I'm a boy! I don't want to stink! I don't want to spray like a skunk! Someone, please help me!" He cried in his shame and desire to wake up from his nightmare.

Madam Mysteria leaned down towards him, needing to with the decrease in height. She whispered in a voice that was unlikely able to be heard beyond him over the cacophony from the crowd. "You're being such a good boy, you little stinker."

Tyler could only whimper and cry as the woman rubbed his head, forcing the hairs to change and merge into the skunk's pelt that was steadily encouraging up his neck. "This next part is going to feel a little funny, but you'll get through it, alright?"

Without waiting for an answer, the madam turned to the audience, motioning them to settle down. "Now, don't you all think that such a cute little skunk boy needs an equally cute package between his legs?"

Tyler's features went white at the words. Though nothing about the process had been tolerable, that would easily be the most embarrassing thing he'd have to deal with yet!

Moaning, he put his paws on the front of his underwear, not wanting anyone to see him exposed in such a way. "No, not that! Please!" He cried, the tears flowing more freely now as he begged not to be changed further. Yet. it did not stop the wand from pointing in his direction and a distinctive tingling to come from his groin.

As Tyler tried desperately to hide his member from the audience, he began to realize that his mind was slowly drifting towards more naughty thoughts. He could see the images of girlfriends he had in the past, moments of intimacy that he'd once cherished. Yet, to his horror, those images started to shift towards men, men like him, changing men, with black fur, long tails, and a thick, musky stench...

Tyler tried desperately to shake off the intrusive thoughts but could do nothing against the onslaught as the tingling in his penis assaulted him. The tip grew pointed, leaking and making the other side of his underwear damp as it did so. He could feel the flesh remodeling, its overall length shrinking even as it became impossibly hard in his pants. The skin around the head seemed to peel back, giving his cut member a sort of sheath that pulled down towards the base and itched with the growth of its own fur.

Madam Mysteria was on him again, reaching a perfectly manicured hand to grasp at his crotch. The sight of such a beautiful woman made him grow harder again for a moment until the mental images of male skunks assaulted his brain once more. Why was he being tuned gay as well!?

The woman's hands were on his underwear now, teasing his shrinking cockhead through the fabric as Tyler desperately tried to shoo her away. Yet, his paws were inadequate as she simply batted them away. Her fingers played expertly over his confined penis, making him squirm. With the mental images of male skunks firmly entrenched in his mind, in tandem with the proximity of such a beautiful woman, it was impossible to hold back!

Tyler could do nothing but moan as his cock suddenly spasmed and his balls bunched up and shot all of the human cream into his undies with an audible squelching. He felt a cascade of embarrassment at the act, even as the shivers of pleasure ran through him. The orgasm lasted far longer than it should have, as though all the human sperm was being unleashed. Yet, Tyler couldn't enjoy it, not with the humiliation of doing something so intimate in front of a room with people!

"Aww, poor pent-up little stinker! We'll have to get you a nice mate soon! But for now, let's get you ready. How cute would you be with a little muzzle, making adorable skunk squeaks for the rest of your days?"

Tyler went white once more. He had so many things taken from him in such a short period. Now, his voice, his last bastion of his humanity was about to be removed from him. He couldn't let this happen!

Yet even his holding his little paws to his face could not stop the slight sensation of it cracking forward, his lower jaw aching as it did so. The lower mandible jutted out first, giving Tyler an uncomfortable underbite before the top half pushed out with an audible crack. It seemed to slowly stretch, a process that should have been painful but was only extremely discomforting. If he crossed his eyes, Tyler could see the fringes of his jaw just below his nose in his own field of view!

Panicked now, Tyler turned to the mirror, wanting at least a view of the last of his human features to go before the change overtook him. He was in time to see his lips quiver as the skin darkened to black. His tongue lost most of its mass, remaining flattened and pointed in his mouth. His teeth started to shrink, moving apart a little as their rounded edges formed points befitting a predator. It was getting harder and harder to see the human in his features the longer he stared. Soon, there would be nothing of his former form left!

Despite the changes to his mouth, Tyler did his best to plead with her. He wanted nothing more than to convince the woman that he should be changed back. They had their fun with him, after all. He'd been embarrassed beyond belief. Now, they could change him back if they wanted. They didn't need to make him an animal for the rest of his life, right?

Putting his paws on his throat, he cleared it a few times as he tried to speak. "I'm not a-anim-ani*chitter*. I'm a boy! You can't do this to merreeeewww! Reh! I'm not a skunk! *Squeak*"

Yet the woman simply laughed at his efforts, apparently not caring that he was losing everything to the curse she had inflicted on him. "You don't look like a boy to me! Not with that long fluffy tail and those cute little paws. And no human could possibly stink as bad as that!" Madam Mysteria mused, oblivious to his pleas.

Yet Tyler kept going, with nothing left to lose. "I wanna go home! *Sobs* I'm not a skunk I'mMMREWWW *chitter*! Mrreeeey voice? What's wrong with meeee mrew!"

"Huh? What's that? Sorry, I can't understand you!" Madam Mysteria said with a barking laugh. "You must be a hungry little guy! What else could a little animal like you need from a human like me?"

Tyler kept rubbing his throat, struggling to keep speaking with what words he could while he still had them. Yet, he couldn't get the words out, his panic at sounding more like an animal winning out over any need for self-preservation. He only ended up coughing, his voice coming out high pitched and not his own.

"Awww, having a hard time speaking? You poor boy!" Madam Mysteria said, before leaning down and whispering loudly in his ear. "What is it that you want sweetie? What can I get for you? What are your instincts asking for? Be honest with me, you smelly little animal!"

Tyler stopped for a moment, knowing what it was he needed to say but afraid to say it. He wanted to be turned back, damnit! But, did he? His head was still changing all the while, his skull cracking as his growing proto-muzzle forced his skull to slope. The bones compressing on his brain forced it to shift into a more skunk-like configuration. While it didn't remove his humanity, his changing brain did force more instincts into his thoughts, ones that Tyler found foreign and frightening.

Opening his mouth on reflex, it was impossible to resist the urges that were playing over his mind. The alien impulses raced through his thoughts, coming out of his mouth before he realized what he was doing.

"I'm so horny! I need to meeewwwrrrate! Find a den! I-I need to eat! Need to mmrrreeewww mmrrreeeeww!" Tyler said before the skunk noises scared him away from speaking anymore.

His features turned red as he realized what he had said. His paws went over his mouth in an attempt to stop him from speaking further. But the action only served to make him realize that his muzzle was still slowly pushing forward, his cheeks puffing out as his nose crawled towards his quivering lips.

"Aww, I can get you a snack sweetie. Here you go! A tasty cockroach, just for my little stinky boy!" Madam Mysteria said, pulling a small jar out of thin air with a flick of her wand.

Tyler's eyes went wide when we saw the skittering creature in the jar. It was a cockroach! He was about to be fed a cockroach! Just like a skunk would eat!

Yet, the instincts swelling in his mind honed in on the moving bug. His stomach rumbled, making him realize that he was indeed hungry. It was some predatory instinct in his mind that made him see the crawling creature as mouth-watering No matter how disgusted the thought of willingly eating a bug made him, Tyler couldn't help but find the notion appetizing!

His new muzzle salivated as the woman took the cockroach from the jar and held it out to him as it wriggled in her fingers, trying to escape. Tyler wanted to run away in disgust. He wanted to fight the instincts welling in his mind as the insect was drawn closer and closer to his muzzle.

Yet, to his absolute horror, Tyler's muzzle opened of its own accord. He could see in the mirror as he quickly bit down on the head of the cockroach with the speed of a hungry predator. The thing was still squirming, but that only triggered the instincts in his mind to bite again. His pointy teeth gripped the bug as he crunched it down in a few satisfying bites. Soon. the entire insect had been consumed, leaving the human Tyler wanting desperately to spit it out. Yet, his body wouldn't let him as his meal was quickly swallowed.

Disgusted, Tyler could still feel bits of the bug in his mouth, leaving an awful textural feeling that his human self found revolting. Yet, the taste wasn't too bad, at least to his new senses. His taste buds had evidently altered enough that the taste of cockroach wasn't something that made him puke!

Reason came back to Tyler's mind then, horrified as he was by the experience. He tried to yell out, not caring that bits of cockroach leg were in his mouth or that he sounded just another animal already. He had to get help, to beg and plead that his humanity might be restored and that he could wake up from this nightmare!

"Help MMMEEERRRWWW! I'm not a *chitter* s-skunk! I'm a *chitter* boy! MMMMEEERRRWWW!" He tried to yell out, but the inflections were largely lost amidst his skunk cries.

No one rose to help him. All his cries did was to elicit laughter from the gathered audience members. Tears rolled down Tyler's face as his eyes bugged out from his compressing skull and still-growing muzzle.

Madam Mysteria looked into his eyes then as they continued to change, making it harder for him to see in human terms. Hearing the desperation in his voice, she did seem to carry some semblance of compassion for him in her expression. At that, Tyler squeaked out the last human words he would ever speak. "I'm not stinky..."

He didn't bother to talk after that. It was obvious from the cessation of the tingling in his face that the changes to his head had been completed. He could no longer speak like a human and didn't want to try, lest he degraded himself further. It was pointless anyway. It was obvious that these people had no intention of helping him at all.

"Those were your last words, huh? Kinda funny for a little stinker like you to reject his own stink!" She laughed, as did the rest of the audience in attendance.

What that, the woman started tugging on his tail, making the muscles underneath start to contract as if preparing to release another spray of skunk musk. Tyler did his best to try and hold it in, but in his fearful state, it was nearly impossible as he shot another stinky load into his underwear.

Evidently unconcerned about the stench, the woman came up behind him, pulling down his underwear so suddenly that Tyler hardly had the wherewithal to react. Tyler stood there stunned and naked as Madam Mysteria reached around to pull out the slightly erect pecker that Tyler had all but forgotten about in the change.

Tyler tried desperately to put his paws over it, but the woman had him firmly now, and he was forced to blush with the remaining bits of human skin around his cheeks as she declared with a loud voice "See, no more human! Even his junk is a skunk's!" To the erupting applause of the audience.

Letting go of his underwear and tail, Tyler tried desperately to cover his skunk-hood and save himself the modicum of dignity he still had left, as minute as it was. But his waning physiology had other ideas. He could feel the cracks radiating through his torso as the bones were simultaneously shattered and repaired, making him squeak even though it was painless. Tyler was forced down on all fours as his pelvis readjusted and his spine stretched even more, forcing his change in stature to become permanent.

With some desperation, Tyler tried to get up on his hind legs, no, feet! Yet, his efforts were for naught as he was only able to rise about 50 degrees before falling on his face. Thankfully, his shortening arms made it easy for his paws to catch him. Yet, the implication was as plain as the muzzle on his face. He was changing even more, regardless of if he wanted it or not!

The cracks and pops running through his body assured his four-legged stance as a skunk, likely for the rest of his days. His chest compressing, arms shortening and shoulders flattening as the remaining stubs of limbs were all that would be holding him up from now on. His flattened hips and realigned pelvis, in tandem with his lengthening spine, added a level of flexibility that was unknown to the former human. The muscle and fat in his calves, thighs, and ass all started to recede, leaving his pucker and his scent glans uncovered at the base of his tail.

Even his feet were not spared from the changes as his toes twitched and started to shrink. Seeing his changes were near completion, the woman reached down to tease his toes as they shrank into the nubs of paws, adorned with sharp digging nails. Her hands played over the bottom of his foot, allowing the heel to stretch and forcing pads to blossom on their bottoms. Soon, nothing was left of Tyler's human physiology, replaced entirely with that of a skunk's!

Tyler wanted desperately to turn and spray her, to get the one bit of revenge on her and the rest of the audience while he could. But the now-familiar muscles of his rear could not spray any longer, having evidently been emptied of their smelly fluid. He had unleashed all of his reservoir of spray in fear during the process! Not even his singular defense remained!

The transformation was nearly complete at this juncture. Tyler was horrified to realize that his eyesight had dimmed somewhat and that colors in the room were washed out. That alone should have terrified him. But, with his increased sense of smell, the aromas all around him were almost overpowering, even over the stench of his spray!

Yet, all of the familiar odors in the room paled in comparison to the one coming from his cock. His erection had not gone down since Madam Mysteria had played with it, even after blowing his load as he had. In fact, the ache in his loins was growing more intense the longer he stood there sniffing. The stench of his own erection and the fluids it was leaking remained arousing enough that it was as rock hard as a skunk could be!

His nose was almost pulled towards the alluring aroma, his dim eyes aimed down while he watched as more and more of his reddened tip rose from his fuzzy sheath. He was horrified to realize that his muzzle was moving of its own accord, seemingly wanting to taste that scent that had him so enraptured.

It took a few moments before Tyler realized what he was doing. Horrified, he whimpered as he tried to pull away. But the skunk instincts in his mind were so strong, and it was nearly impossible to escape the siren song of his own lust.

Jeers and laughter erupted from the crowd as the woman bent down to gently speak to the confused skunk-boy. "Aww, that's a very curious boy! Don't be shy, little one. It's natural to explore!" She said, words drawing Tyler's nose to the fringes of his new sheath and cock.

Tyler's heart started to race as his tongue reached out and began to lick. Though the musky flavor was a little off-putting, he was unable to stop himself as minute waves of pleasure assaulted his loins and spread up his form. He would be remiss if he didn't keep gently licking and caressing his shaft, eager for the release it could grant him!

His human mind cried out its embarrassment. It looked just like an animal's dick he was licking! Worse, it smelled so... funky! Yet, the musky odor was somehow arousing, even though it should have disgusted the human him!

Even in the act of self-sucking, Tyler's thoughts drifted to all that he had lost to the needs and desires of his skunk body. If he gave in, he would truly be an animal, no longer human. He would lose his family, his friends, his job, his life. Desperate for any escape, he repeated the mantra in his head. 'I'm a human, I am not an animal, I'm not a skunk, I'm not a...'

Yet his efforts were to be in vain. Opening of its own accord once again, his muzzle took in the foreign length throbbing in front of his snout. The pungent, feral musk from his crotch assaulted his senses ten-fold as his lips took it inside and he started sucking gently. His nose bumped against the fleshy sack that housed his orbs as he felt them swell with the seed they would soon spill.

His cheeks flushed as the sounds of the laughing crowd hit his ears. Yet, he had no control over his actions as the self-suck simply felt so sublime. All of his focus was on the musky, enticing flavor, and the sensation of his length encompassed by his own muzzle. Even as his eyes darted the room, seeing everyone staring in jest, he was unable to stop himself. He was getting so close now, his balls churning as...

Yet, before he could cum, the Madam's hands were on his head, and with a wet pop, he was pulled off it. Tyler tried desperately to lick himself again, but it was to no avail. Why was he being tortured so badly?!

"Now, now, let's not have you waste all that seed! You won't be able to play with a new mate right away if you do!" The woman commented, jeeringly.

Tyler felt the flush of shame run over him at the words. He was a horny skunk, awash in hormones from his changed form. His human mind kept crying out its terror. How much further could he debase himself than sucking on himself in front of a crowd!

"Now, let's give this lucky skunky a big round of applause! We are going to give him and his new mate some privacy now!" She declared, to the thunderous applause of the audience. The curtain closed, and the sounds of everyone filtering out entered his enchanted auditory senses.

In vain, Tyler's thoughts traced to the idea that he might be turned back now that it was over. He felt the rush of excitement, his one last chance to be returned to the boy he was.

Yet, nothing happened. Tyler felt his hopes rise and held onto them as best he could. But, soon, any semblance of hope was soon shattered as the woman looked down at him, a sinister grin on her face.

It was as though she could read his mind, though his thoughts were likely obvious. "Why would you want to go back to being a human, little one? You make such a cute skunk! I bet Jon will think so, too! Let me get him for you!"

Tyler felt his blood run cold as the woman came back holding a squirming bundle of black and white fur, with a small penis that was as erect as Tyler's own. It did not escape Tyler's notice that the panic in the animal's eyes was more human than skunk. The faint scent of human was still on the skunk, confirming Tyler's fears that he was not the only one who had been debased in such a fashion!

In desperation, Tyler tried to talk to him, to reach out and see if this skunk named Jon knew something, anything that might help them return to humanity. But the series of squeaks in reply only confirmed what he feared most. Tyler couldn't talk to humans, he was sure. But that he was not even able to talk to another skunk, perhaps for the rest of his days, was horrifying! As best as he could make out, a look of defeat crossed the features of the other skunk as well as what he felt on his own.

The woman looked at both of her creations with that smirk that made Tyler shudder all over again. "Aww, what cuties you both make! You're going to be such good boyfriends from here on out!"

The other skunk in her arms chittered his protest before being set down on the floor. It was obvious in his expression that he didn't want this any more than Tyler did. Yet, as soon as he was on the floor, his nose started twitching, and Jon began walking towards Tyler in that slow, awkward skunk manner. Though it was difficult to ascertain, it seemed that the other skunk carried some modicum of intent with his strut.

Tyler knew what the other skunk must have been feeling. The ache in his balls had only gotten worse since he was allowed so close to the edge without being allowed to tip off. The scent of the other skunk wafted into his nose and only served to rock his erection back to bursting. It took every ounce of will to prevent him from having the other skunk take him then and there. Still, he awaited the skunk's approach with silent anticipation in direct contrast to his preconceived proclivities. He shouldn't want this! But he needed it, more than anything he could recall.

Jon started lapping at his cheek as Tyler stood there, a few chitters of protest escaping his hips. He thought the act deplorable and detested that the other skunk did not try harder to resist. The sensation of that tiny tongue on Tyler's cheek had him feel a little weirded out, and gross!

The moment the other skunk stopped lapping at him, Tyler allowed himself a brief reprieve to relax. Yet it was short-lived as Jon went behind him and started sniffing excitedly. Though he knew he should get away, Tyler found himself frozen in place as the other skunk stuck his nose under Tyler's tail and started sniffing harder. The warm breath on his nethers made Tyler twice as horny as the cool surface of the other skunk's nose goosed Tyler's protruding pucker.

Madam Mysteria simply smiled down at them, mocking their actions as a display of her power over them. "Ooohhh, he must love your smell. You lucky skunky! Now be sure to hold still and show your new date a good time!"

Tyler could feel his pucker tightening at the presence of the skunk so close to his sex. He wanted nothing more than to yell for Jon to get away. But the moment his mouth opened, the chittering sound that escaped made his heart drop in shame. He couldn't call for help. He couldn't escape. All he could do was call the male to sniff at him, helpless to resist the hormones racing through his own body!

Tremors of pleasure raced through his form as the other skunk's tongue reached out and started poking and prodding at his rectum. The sensations of ecstasy were almost micro orgasmic on their own. The temptation to roll his eyes back and enjoy it was almost maddening. Yet, Tyler couldn't stop thinking about how disgusting it was! His anus was being pleasured by another male! And he liked it!

Squeaks of lust escaped his lips as the wet tongue continued to poke and prod at Tyler's rectum. Though he desperately wanted to resist, he couldn't deny the sensitivity in his anus. He needed this skunk inside of him in the worst way! His prostate gland was on fire, begging to be stimulated so that he could quell his lust. He'd been so close from his oral stimulation, only to be deprived of it at the last minute!

Yet, even in his lusty hazy, Tyler could feel the magician's eyes lock onto him and he looked up to see the now-familiar grin on her features. "You did beg me for a mate, didn't you, you little stinker? Well, then, go ahead and play with him. He's all yours now!"

Tyler tried his best to squawk out a 'no' as he felt the male gripping his hips and hopping up behind him. The same stimulation started assaulting his pucker as it was poked and prodded by what he knew to be the skunk's penis as it was lined up to his asshole.

Yet, Tyler did not react other than to raise his tail higher to allow the other skunk easier access. Thoughts of being fucked by another boy danced in his head as his own cock hardened once more, urged on by the presence of the other male. It started tapping against his tummy, eager to release the tension in his balls as it started leaking its clear fluids. He had been so close when sucking himself, and this other male would bring him the relief he finally needed!

The last bits of shame and regret passed through his thoughts as Jon started poking his rectum with his skunk's penis. Tyler reflexively tried to clench his asshole, but he was already left moist and open by the skunk's eager tongue. And the images of being taken by another male were so strong that it was impossible to put up any resistance.

Tyler winced in his little skunk chirps as the other male's cock pushed inside. Yet the warmth in his bowels, in tandem with the pressure against his prostate, made him more than eager to let the other male have his way with Tyler. With how close Tyler's muzzle had brought him, coinciding with the pressure he felt with his fat skunk cock slapping against his belly, Tyler had no chance of holding out for very long!

"That's a good little boy! What a good skunky! Such a good little man for your new mate!" Madam Mysteria mocked him as Tyler let himself go.

Yet, Tyler didn't care about the words any longer. All that mattered to him was the pressure in his prostate as he was pounded over and over by the awkward lumbering skunk on top of him. A part of him might have wondered who this skunk was before the change. But it was of little consequence now as he mated with a fervor that left Tyler excited. He wanted to cum as badly as the skunk on his back wanted to cum inside him!

It took very little time for Jon's cock to spasm and shoot its modest load of skunk cream into Tyler's tight rectum. Instead of being horrified by the realization, however, it only made Tyler cum harder, spraying his belly with his own sticky seed. His little balls slapped against the other skunks, emptying against each other as both animals were overcome with waves of bliss.

The force of the orgasm caused Tyler's rectal muscles to release another shot of skunk musk from his backside. The male wasn't deterred, however, releasing his own spray of skunk fluids to mingle with Tyler's own. Though the scent was strong, it didn't bother either of the skunks, in fact having the opposite effect. It relaxed them both to know that they were surrounded by musk pungent enough to protect them from any intruders.

As Jon pulled out, Tyler felt him collapse on the new skunk's back, as though passed out. Tyler, too, felt incredibly sleepy from both the change and from the sex. He allowed himself to close his eyes, no longer afraid that he had been turned into a skunk if it gave him that much pleasure and safety.

"Aww, I think I'll keep these two little cuties here and safe." Madam Mysteria said as she picked up both sleeping skunks. Tyler felt he should have tried to struggle but was too content from the fucking his rectum had just received. Besides, he knew that this woman was his master now, and he could not spray her or assault her in any way.

Opening a back door, they were brought to what looked like a skunk's habitat, with a massive log, some grass, and a variety of enticing scents that Tyler immediately enjoyed. Of most note, however, was the odor that he associated with the other skunk. It was his home, and now, it would be Tyler's too. All the fear of losing his humanity was soon gone as he crawled into the log, his mate in tow and they both closed their eyes and went to sleep.