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Influenced: Skunked

Written by: TiranMaster

Looking down at the black and white label, Tony couldn't help but smile broadly as he held his first brand deal. He'd become a beauty influencer just the past year, he'd decided that he wanted to help bring healthy living and clean skin to people across the internet. Of course, his family had been doubtful about the entire prospect, but he had struck out and found an audience. He certainly wasn't the largest, nor the most glamorous, but he'd found kind people who enjoyed his personality and the products he suggested.

The brand had reached out to him one month prior, offering him a couple thousand dollars in exchange for him trying their brand. Their company was named Sexy and Scented, their website claimed that they provided sex toys, scented candles, and they were now breaking into beauty products. Tony had initially considered turning them down, after all, he wasn't sure he was over the moon with associating his growing brand with a sex toy company. On the other hand, he'd been hoping to try out some higher quality skin products, and that couple thousand would certainly cover his costs.

After going back and forth with himself, and doing extensive research on the company, Tony found himself unable to say no to the deal as the brand seemed to have no issues popping up as far as he could tell. He got into contact with one of their brand managers and soon had discussed the terms of the deal, making sure that they knew he was only interested in their skin products. After having hashed out all of the details, Tony was left with nothing to do but wait, and after a few weeks the product had finally been delivered.

Tony hadn't been sure what he was expecting, but a single jar of skin cream wasn't exactly it, though the jar it came in did look rather luxurious. The container was completely opaque, a dark black that seemed to merge seamlessly into the label, the fancy white curling letters jumping out against the black. "Moufette," he muttered, glancing the bottle over and shrugging. He noted in the letter that they'd sent along with the container that it clarified that it was not a vegan product, something some people would certainly have an issue with. Tony wasn't against products that weren't vegan, but he drew the line when it came to animal cruelty. Thankfully the letter did state in no uncertain terms that no animals had been harmed, so he decided that he was fine with the product.

The lid of the container was a ghastly green color, one that sat at odds with the elegant design of the bottle. Part of the deal that Tony had signed was a clause that he wasn't allowed to disparage the company's product, so he would make sure to walk around that when he was describing the product. Snapping the lid off of the container, Tony had to stop himself from gagging as he slammed the cap back down immediately. The product within REEKED, it was so disgusting that he had to step away from the container and take several deep breathes.

"Holy..." he gasped, waving away the smell from his nostrils in an attempt to get some clean air in his lungs. The scent stuck in the man's nose though, Tony retching a few times as he shook his head. It smelled like rotten garbage... with a hint of masculine musk, though that last part didn't immediately click in his head as he was too busy gagging. Rushing to his kitchen, Tony was able to grab a bag of coffee beans and took a deep whiff of the contents. Finally some of the smell was dispelled by the powerful scent of the coffee, though his legs were still shaky as he clutched at his stomach.

Having smelled the product, Tony had zero desire to put it anywhere near his skin, nor would he recommend any of his viewers to try the stuff. The thought disappointed the young man, he'd been seriously excited to do his first brand deal... but just thinking about putting the smelly substance on his skin made him shiver. Glancing at his oven's clock, Tony saw that it was too late to give the brand manager a call. He could email them, but he really wanted to end the relationship as amenable as possible, and that meant he would have to give them a call.

Letting out a long sigh, Tony washed his hands, not wanting to risk any of the nasty stuff having stuck to his hands. He reached out and readjusted his manhood, flushing as he realized that he was hard as a rock. "What the fuck?" he breathed, looking down at his shorts to see that his shaft was sticking straight out.

Staring at his manhood, Tony was flummoxed for a moment, wondering what had happened... and then realizing it likely had something to do with Moufette. The company's website was very clear that it hosted sex toys, so it would stand to reason that their "skincare products" could possibly have something laced in them to promote sex. The fact that he'd barely sniffed it and it had gotten Tony this hard was insane. "This will definitely be discussed in the call," he sighed to himself, heading to the bathroom so he could take a long cold shower.

***

Laying down after a very long cold shower, Tony was annoyed as his erection refused to go away. The entire time he'd been showering, every now and again he caught another whiff of Moufette, and it seemed to drive his libido crazy once more. He'd considered jerking off, but that somehow felt like he was giving in. That thought was odd, but Tony clung to it as he decided to crash for the night. He'd slipped some gloves on and set the bottle back inside of the box and taped it up before he went to bed, not wanting to risk any sort of contamination.

The thought was probably ridiculous, but Tony was concerned at his reaction to the mere whiff he'd had. Scratching at the tip of his nose, Tony sighed as he sunk deep into his comfy bed, barely noting the strange wetness where he'd itched. His mind was reeling enough from the strange jar of skin lotion, he couldn't quite bring himself to process any other weirdness.

While the man fell into dreams, the tip of his nose quivered as it became a dark black color. Tony scratched at his nose absently, though he didn't truly notice as he was pulled deep into a strange dream, his nostrils filled with that extremely pungent smell.

At first Tony saw nothing, the dream was soft and relaxing, before he was pulled into a dark and musty room. Everything seemed hazy at first before he noticed something moving, it was moving all around him. When he looked closer, he realized that it was a stench of skunks, all of them staring up at him with their beady eyes."Tony." When the voice spoke, a fog of green emanate from around Tony, possibly produced by the skunks themselves.

"Who's there?" Tony asked, turning around, strangely unfazed by the fact that he was surrounded by hundreds of skunks. All of them watching him, their nostrils flaring, their tails lifted. His emotions felt like they'd been locked behind a door, he scratched once more at his nose, the scent was pungent and wicked to his nostrils.

"We at Sexy and Scented would like to welcome you to our family." The voice was masculine with a husky and seductive tone. "We've been looking for someone like you to join our ranks, someone who has the social media acumen to help break our label into the real world."

"I... I don't think I'm the guy you're looking for." Tony said, now feeling very uncomfortable. He absently looked down and realized that he was naked, very naked, his manhood hanging between his legs, his firm body looking very bare in this room full of rodents. "Are... are you these skunks?"

"We are much more than just skunks, we are beings that have been tossed aside by society. Starting with you though, we plan to step back into the light, and we WILL be seen... or smelled in your case." The skunks were drawing closer, either that, or more were pouring into the strange room. Tony felt very uncomfortable as the smell was growing stronger, the sound of scratching and sniffing was growing louder as well.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, Tony shook his head, realizing that it all must be a dream. "No, I refuse. I don't want your product, and I don't want to represent you. Hell... I think this is a dream."

There was a dry chuckle through the room, all of the beady eyes staring at him, the smell growing more potent and rotten. "We don't need your permission, Tony, the process has already started. You will soon be ours, and you will be the official spokesman for Sexy and Scented. You will be glorious, and we will craft you into exactly what we need."

Tony bit his cheek, hard, he knew he had to do something to break the nightmare. To his shock, it worked, he woke up suddenly with a sharp pain in his mouth. He gasped as he blinked several times, the dream still extremely vivid, the scent intoxicating in its repulsiveness. He nearly toppled over as he realized that he was standing up, it was dark all around him, and in his hand was the jar of Moufette. The packaging it had resided in had been ripped up and tossed aside, like some sort of animal had dug into it. "God!" he gasped, tossing the jar down onto the floor.

The scent was all over, he had been snorting it, thankfully it didn't seem as if he'd touched it. His nostrils were full of the rancid odor, Tony's mind was muddled as he struggled to fight his way out of the dream. Flicking on the light, he gasped when he looked into the mirror, seeing himself in the reflection. His face had been altered, the bridge of his nose slightly swollen outwards, the tip of his nose now blackened and almost leathery. "Oh my god..." he breathed, reaching up to touch the twitching nose.

When his skin came in contact with the skin, he could feel that it wasn't his normal human flesh, but the nose of an animal. "No... it has to be a nightmare... this isn't real!" When he pinched himself there was nothing but the sharp pinch of pain, he didn't awaken, he was just... there.

Somewhere in the kitchen Tony's ringtone started to blare, it was too late for anyone to call, but automatically he found himself walking towards the sound. Everything suddenly felt very distant, very wrong, he looked down to see that he was nude. He'd gone to bed in his clothes, so at some point he'd stripped out of them. His balls were swollen with the chill of the room, but he swore that he'd grown larger somehow. Picking up the phone, Tony wasn't shocked to see the number of the agent he'd been talking to.

Against his better judgment, Tony answered the call and held it to his ear. "There's no fighting it, Tony." It wasn't the voice of the agent, but the voice he'd heard in his dream. "You've started your journey, and you won't be able to break free. Soon you will be the start model at our company, beautiful and sexy. You will crave to stink, you will want to spread your stink, and you will do it with a smile on your face."

There was a flash of something, an image appearing in Tony's head. A skunk, humanoid in appearance, but most definitely a skunk. He was larger than Tony was, his belly swollen, his body completely nude. His cock was erect, his eyes were a putrid green, and he was spread out on Tony's couch holding the jar of Moufette. He took a deep whiff with his long muzzle, savoring it as he stroked himself. " This is us, Tony ," the skunk said, his voice deeper, his expression one of lust and desire. " We will reek, and we will glory in it. We will eat rancid trash, and be proud of it. We will be filthy, sexy, and disgusting." He dragged his finger under his tainted hole and sniffed it before smiling broadly. " It won't take much to give in, Tony."

Tony's stomach churned and he ran for the bathroom as the illusion vanished, he knelt before the clean toilet and threw up. The smell of the vision mixed with the scent still stuck in his nose, he had been a disgusting skunk, someone so sinfully proud of himself that he had luxuriated in his own filth! The image was something so abhorrent and antithetical to himself that he couldn't stop another wave of nausea.

None of it was helped by the jar of Moufette laying nearby, still open, still seeping its rancid scent into the air. What horrified Tony was that he was struck with a strange wave of arousal, his cock twitching as he could smell the Moufette over his own sick. "What the fuck is happening?!" he groaned, wiping his mouth clean before sitting up and grabbing the jar. He slammed the lid on before tossing it into the trash, unwilling to even conceive of sending it back to the company. He wasn't sure if it was all part of his imagination, or if any of it was real, but he had no desire to talk to them again.

Cleaning himself up with a quick shower, Tony took a long time to center himself before stepping out of the bathroom, a bath towel wrapped around his waist. When he went back to the kitchen, he found his phone discarded on the floor... but the screen wasn't off. The screen showed that the call was still going, the minutes ticking on, and he leaned down to pick it up. Unconsciously, he held the phone back up to his ear. "I won't give in," he said, trying to sound as calm as he could.

"You will." The line went dead leaving Tony holding his phone, naked save for a towel, and the ever present reek of the Moufette lingering in his nostrils. He was struck by a sudden desire for something strong tasting, something like... sauerkraut, or... trash. He felt sick again, but swallowed it down as he shook away the thought. He would just go lay down, by the morning he would hopefully feel better, and then he could think with a clearer head.

Laying down for the night, Tony didn't bother to put clothes on, instead sliding into his sheets completely nude as he stared at the roof. He knew that the Moufette was laying in the trash of his bathroom, and he found himself worrying that he might go back to it in his dreams. He couldn't do anything about it though, so he closed his eyes and slowly rolled back into his sleep with a frown on his face.

[c]***[/c]

Tony slept late into the day, his body demanding he rest later than usual, and he found himself waking up at four in the afternoon. When he saw the time, Tony gasped as he realized that some of his posts for the day were very late. Dashing towards his computer, Tony didn't think about the fact that he was still nude from the previous night, nor remembering at that moment of the night's activities. He grabbed a couple of videos he'd recorded the previous week and soon had them uploaded with a hasty apology in the description of the video.

Once the video was up and his panic was assuaged, Tony leaned back and rubbed at his face. "How could I sleep this late?!" he groaned, rubbing his face... and then he felt his nose. More than that, his face had changed more since he'd last felt it. His features were longer, and there was more hair on his face than he remembered. The memories of the night came back to him, and his stomach sank as he stood up.

Walking to the bathroom, Tony was terrified to see what had happened, but he needed to see it for himself. Turning on the light, he gazed into the mirror to see that his features had indeed continued to shift. It wasn't as much as he had feared it would be, but already his face was starting to swell forward into the beginnings of a muzzle. More than that though, fur was starting to spread across his face, black and white, his brown hair even starting to turn black at the roots. "This can't be real..." he groaned.

The reflection shifted into the skunk Tony had seen in his mind, face round, expression victorious as he leaned in, those green eyes staring deep into Tony's own. " It is, Tony. You should just give in, take a deep breath of the Moufette, and let yourself be swallowed up. Don't you want to be Sexy and Scented too? You will produce your own filthy smell, they ight even bottle it up for us." He held up one of his arms and took a deep whiff of his hairy armpit, eyes fluttering with delight before their eyes met again. " I bet they've already sent us another present to help you along."

Like clockwork, there was a knock on Tony's front door, his head briefly glancing in the direction of the door before he looked forward once more. There he was again, still slightly changed, but no longer a skunk. "How are they doing this?" he breathed, and then he walked towards the front door. Before he could make it halfway, Tony remembered that he wasn't dressed, and so he made his way to his bedroom and got dressed. He noted that his clothes felt a little tighter, his stomach having grown a bit, his hips having swelled as well. "This is insane, people don't just suddenly change like this..."

When he got to the front door, Tony peered out the peephole to see that no one was there. Opening the door, he found a package, it was small, square, and it was addressed from Sexy and Scented. He knew he should get rid of it, throw it away... but he picked it up and carried it inside. It was like his body was out of his control, he opened the package to find a small bottle and a letter within. Reading the letter, Tony shook as he took in the words.

Dear Tony, we want you to truly embrace your change as a new spokesman for Sexy and Scented. We have sent this gift to help clarify your thoughts on the changes you are going through. We understand this change may be more than you were expecting, but we promise that this sponsorship will be quite fortuitous for you. You will be the first in a new breed of influencers, a face that no one will forget. All you need to do is use our products, let them reshape your ideas for the future, and we shall step into the future together. Love, Sexy and Scented.

Tony's throat was dry as he swallowed hard, he knew he needed to throw it all away, turn away from it. What if the changes are already permanent? Wouldn't it be better to just embrace it instead of pushing it away? The thought horrified Tony, his hand reaching up to his changing face. Already he could feel that strange hunger calling again, for something pungent, and... something else. He felt a carnal hunger as well, one that craved him to crawl over another male, to suck their cock, their rodent cock. "This can't be happening!" he gasped, shaking his head violently as he attempted to shake away the repulsive thought.

What's so repulsive about it? It looks tasty, and it probably smells tasty too. The guy who has that cock probably smells like garbage, or better yet, like your skunk spray. Tony's shorts grew tight with an erection, brought on by the idea of someone smelling of his skunk spray. "I... am... not... a... skunk!" He slammed his fist on the counter with the last word, emphasizing his point as he glared pointedly at the letter.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Tony's eyes trailed over to the vial sitting inside of the box. He had been trying not to think about it, but it had a magnetic presence that drew his attention. What was inside of it? He reached forward, gasping slightly as he noticed one of his nails seemed darker... a little longer. He picked up the vial and turned it over in his hand, it had a perfume atomiser on top. There were no markings on the bottle, just a liquid that swished within. Rationally, Tony knew he should throw it away... and yet he couldn't stop his fingers from closing around it... and then he squeezed.

**Pure and utter delight, he had been released from the confines of Tony's head. The moment the spray hit him, Tony had been shoved aside, and the new person within him escaped. He was given full control, and he loved it. He sprayed himself a couple of more times, his toes curling, his cock rock hard as he breathed in the rancid stench of the spray. Tony was fighting, or trying to, but it was all a matter of time. It was his job to help the influencer along, and so he would... after he did a few selfish things!

He opened up the trash can, but was disappointed at how clean and empty it was within. Tony was so fastidious, such a... boring way of living. He played with himself, cupping his balls, twisting his nipples. "So small," he groaned, bemoaning how fit Tony really was. It was all a matter of time though, Tony was a work in progress after all.

Walking into the bathroom, he retrieved the Moufette and glanced in the mirror. Tony's eyes were gone, his were green now, just like they should be. "I guess I'm not Tony right now..." he purred, rubbing a hand under his proto-muzzle. It had grown a bit more with the sprays, but the Moufette was the heavy lifter in the relationship. The spray was to help with the mental aspect, even now Tony's mind was being blasted by lots of beautiful filthy imagery. A... training program of sorts, one that would make him more appealing to the viewers of Sexy and Scented.**

"Ratticus...? No, a bit too much. Bree? Not my favorite..." He stroked his chin and was struck by an idea so stinky and filthy that it made him bite his lip in delight. "Smeg, that's more like it. Perfectly rancid," he purred. Smeg opened the Moufette and took a deep whiff before dipping his fingers into the untouched contents of the jar, stroking it across his cheeks with great glee, and cupping some before shoving his hand into his underwear and smearing it all over his cock and balls. "Ooo... it tingles," he giggled. His reflection started to change a bit faster, the fur starting to grow in on his cheeks, and his thin face growing a bit more plump. "Now that's more like it."

Smeg walked out of the bathroom, reeking from the mixture of the Moufette and the spray before going into Tony's bedroom. The clothing within was so boring, Smeg could die from how pure Tony really was. That would have to be changed, and thankfully he had been supplied with plenty of money by Sexy and Scented to get a new wardrobe. "Time to go out and have some fun, really put this body through its paces!" He strolled out in a pair of shorts that really hugged Tony's ass and a shirt that showed off the man's belly, something that Tony would have died in to be seen in. He grinned wide as he already had thoughts in his head about what to do... and maybe some videos to record for the social media!

[c]***[/c]

Everything felt wrong when Tony opened his eyes, he groaned as he came out of a filthy haze, his mouth tasting awful. He smacked his lips together a few times, noting some crust on his lips that he licked off. Delicious a rancid part of himself said, but he knew it to be absolutely disgusting. "Fuck..." he groaned, blinking several times as he tried to get up.

Tony's body felt wrong too, it felt heavier, the proportions were off as well. He had a feeling of panic as he realized that his cock even felt heavier in his... shorts? When he pulled back his sheets, he realized that he wasn't wearing shorts, but instead a greasy jockstrap. "What the fuck?!" His voice was wrong, deeper, a little nasally as well.

He was somewhat relieved to see that he was in his room, but it looked terrible. All of his clothes had been thrown onto the floor, the hangers instead holding outfits that barely qualified as something to cover his body with. There were a few thongs hanging from some, and shirts from bands that Tony had only ever heard of, never wanting to see himself. The room's floor was cluttered with garbage, food boxes, and a LOT of tissues covered in... "Oh god..." he groaned, knowing exactly what was on them.

On the side table was an empty vial, and underneath that sat a note directed to him. When Tony reached out to it, he froze as he saw his hand was a paw... a skunk's paw, large, with black claws instead of human nails. Picking up the note, Tony grimaced as he realized it was greasy with something. Suddenly he leaned forward and licked the page, smacking his lips. "Cum," he said to himself, and then recoiled as he realized what he'd done... and how did he know it was cum?!

To Tony, hope you've had a great vacation in your education! I've been having a real blast, it took me a few weeks to get through all of that spray that they sent us! I've been really using our body properly, and I'm sure you'll appreciate it! It might take a bit for all of that training to sort itself out in your head, but don't you worry, I've been keeping up on your social media stuff! Got you a whole new crowd of followers, lots of kinky freaks and weirdos! You'll be real proud once your head is straight! Feel free to enjoy your new digs, and never forget about me! -Smeg P.S. You should dig around in your foreskin sometime, there's some delicious treats in there!

Foreskin?! Tony didn't have foreskin... no, that was the least of his worries, what the fuck had happened?! He stood up and swayed, his body was larger... no, it had been completely changed. The sheets were ripe with the stench of skunk, but it smelled... oddly pleasant. He took a deep whiff and groaned, his cock engorging inside of his jockstrap. He was bigger, that was certain, his balls felt so heavy and right. He absently dug into his jockstrap, groaning as he felt his thick hairy balls. "What am I doing?!" he snapped, shaking his head as he pulled his hand out.

There was a little grease on his hand from where it had dragged through his jockstrap, and Tony had to stop himself from taking a lick of it. "Smeg? Who the hell is Smeg?" Though he was afraid he knew who Smeg was, he remembered that image of another self... a skunk who loved being filthy. Sexy and Scented would love Smeg, and maybe he could be more like Smeg now too. He suddenly remembered being in a room, surrounded by skunks, constantly being sprayed, and all the while a voice had been speaking to him. "We at Sexy and Scented expect you to uphold our values, you are to be smelly, large, and horny at all times."

The moment that Tony had been sprayed, he had been sent into some strange room, unable to leave as they had shown him... so much smut. He had been shown men rutting, he had been forced to eat rotten food, he had been fucked and made to fuck. All the while the skunks had watched on, constantly spraying him, keeping him compliant. The skunk's cock quivered as he moaned, his whiskers quivering, his tail hiking up in preparation to release his odor. "No..." he groaned, clutching his head, not quite recognizing the strange furry head that had taken place of his old one.

Staggering out of the room, Tony's gut swayed, he very nearly tripped over a few trash bags as he looked around his apartment. It had changed significantly, trash everywhere, more tissues littering the floor, and a lot of smut magazines laying around the place. The smell of skunk was everywhere, seemingly haunting the air. The windows had all been boarded up, the better to keep all of the delightful smell in. Smeg's voice was loud in Tony's head, just under the surface, merging with his own thoughts.

_Memories arose of Tony having men over, all of them large and a bit hairy. "So... you're a furry?" one of them asked, looking around the dirty apartment with confusion and a bit of disgust. "I uh... think I should... go..."

When he turned around to leave though, Smeg ran a hand under his taint, gathering up some of his greasy scent and ran it under the man's nostrils. The facial hair there started to darken and turn to black as his eyes fluttered, his breaths coming harder as Smeg pushed a hand against his chest. "Please, stay, I'll show you a great time."

"Y... yeah... okay... kinda hot," the man mumbled, letting Smeg close the door before pushing him onto a greasy couch. Smeg hadn't quite been fully transformed at that time, but his body radiated a skunky odor.

"You'll go out and buy some Sexy and Scented products after this, won't you?" Smeg asked, nibbling on the man's ear as he got busy unbuttoning his pants.

"Whatever you say," the man moaned, his body already starting to swell slightly, his eyes glossy under the rancid smell._

Tony groaned before he came, staining the inside of his jockstrap with a heavy load, his legs shaking as he clung onto a dirty wall. "W... what did you do to me?" he asked Smeg, but the other persona wasn't answering. Inside he had to continue to look around his home, seeing that everything was covered with various stains of food or sex. He noticed that his computer was turned on, and he wandered over to it.

The chair was broken, pushed aside in exchange for a large bucket, wherever Smeg had obtained it. "I'll have to get a new chair..." Tony mumbled, not quite able to take in the various changes without some sort of normalcy. When he sat down, he pulled up his browser history to see that he had made several new accounts. His old influencer account had a few more posts on them, before it had swapped to a new one... one under the Sexy and Scented moniker.

"Hello everyone, this is Tony, Sexy and Scented's newest brand ambassador!" The face that stared back at him from the webcam footage was a skunk's face, not quite as full as Smeg's had been in the illusion, but it was further along. "I am so proud to represent such a giving and loving company!"

The skunk wasn't wearing anything but a scarf as he stood up, revealing himself in his fully nude form. "For all of you freaks and weirdos who love our company, I want to personally thank you!" He turned around and leaned over, showing off a large and rotund asshole that looked perfect for fucking. "If you want to have some time with me, you need to fulfill my premium slots! Only three hundred dollars, and you can have your way with me! That will also come with some of our premium items on sale!

Smeg looked at the camera with a tantalizing bite of his lip, wagging his tail slowly and seductively. "If you pay an extra fifty, I might even spray you with some of my homemade juice! I've heard that it is a transformative experience!" He giggled before turning back around to face the camera, his cock still visible as he leaned in close. "That's it for now, my musky little pets. Please stay tuned to Sexy and Scented for more one on one time with me, Tony~"

Tony blinked a few times as he stared at the footage of himself... or Smeg doing many disgusting sexual acts with his "fans". Some of them were normal people, others were midway transformed into skunks. He thought that he saw one or two rat men, all of them well hung, and all of them probably smelled awful. He wanted to bury his muzzle inbetween their asscheeks and take a deep delicious swallow of their ass juices.

Cumming again, Tony was shocked at how he was nearly constantly hard now. His jockstrap reeked of his juices, and some part of him realized that he could sell it to his fans for a lot of money. That's why the company had told him to wear one, so that he could always be on the lookout for the next big sale. His eyes flashed green, his hand pinching at his large nipple as he let out a needy moan. He should save those moans for the camera, how else was he going to be the number one brand ambassador?

The training was starting to take hold, Tony could feel it, he had more and more memories of the weeks of training. He remembered being pushed deep into assholes, his mind being blown again and again by smelly farts. He was being trained into being completely brand loyal, Tony the Tainted they called him. He vaguely recalled seeing others there in that strange space, others who begged to be released, so many men in the nude. When had it stopped shocking him?

Others had gone through the same thing at him, Tony realized that those men he'd been fucking must have been the other "ambassadors". "No... I have to break this, I have to fight it," he moaned. Even so, he walked towards his bathroom, fearing what he would see. Opening it he was appalled, the bathroom was greasy and disgusting, the toilet... desperately needed to be washed. All over the room were discarded containers of Moufette, all of them empty, but on the counter was a brand new container.

Moufette was HIS brand, he was the mascot. A handsome filthy skunk like him would be the key to selling it to people all over the world. They would put it on, and become filthy skunks like him. Hell, they even promised to make a dildo based off of his cock for his dirty fans to use. Tony had liked the sound of that, he had grinned like a fool as he had cum into the ass of a fat rat who moaned like a desperate whore.

Tony was holding the jar, staring at the image on it. It had changed, instead of just having the Moufette name, it now had a face on it too. It was his face, right next to the word Moufette, he WAS the brand. Tony opened the door and took a deep whiff, it smelled exactly like he did. He shuddered as he stared into his reflection, and watched as his eyes became that same familiar green that Smeg's eyes were. " There you are, handsome ," his reflection said.

"Here I am," Tony purred, leaning forward and kissing his greasy reflection, "I can't leave my fans waiting," he purred. Then he stripped the jockstrap off, giving it a deep sniff before sauntering back into the living room and taking a seat before starting his webcam again.

The footage showed a large skunk, his tail slowly waving from side to side as he rubbed the jockstrap over his large stomach. "Hello, my lovely and rancid fans," he purred, taking a whiff of the jar of Moufette once more. He was hard as a rock, his body practically dripping with sweat as he watched his viewership jumping up at an insane rate. "I've brought you a live show of me blowing my load into this jockstrap for one of you lucky rodents to buy."

Wapping the jockstrap around his erection, Tony quirked an eyebrow at the camera. "How much do you want your skunk daddy's used underwear? I'll start the bidding at two hundred." He watched as the numbers started to climb rapidly, all the while he was stroking himself, occasionally taking deep whiffs of the rancid body lotion. His old self was gone and buried under Sexy and Scented's brand training, and he indulged in it as he made sure to rub the jockstrap between his two plump asscheeks.

Many of the onlookers jerked off to the sight, some thinking it was some kinky furry thing, others already avid users of Moufette. The executives of Sexy and Scented watched on, grinning wide as they saw that their first experiment had gone wonderfully. They were a variety of rodents, but one of them grinned the widest of all. A huge rotund skunk, his ass plastered all over a couch chuckled as he ran his finger through his creamy spunk. "It looks like my cream is the most potent," he purred.

"I'm not too far behind," a white furred rat purred, watching another stream at the same time. On the screen, a svelte looking rat gazed at the camera with a dazed expression. "Go on... eat it," the rat purred. They all watched as the rat started to chew on some rotten cheese, his expression going from repulsed to excited as he started to eat faster, his cock starting to twitch as he grew excited. "It looks like Sexy and Scented will soon have a new Brand Ambassador," he chuckled.

The group broke out a bottle of wine as they toasted their success, all the while Tony put on a show for his adoring fans. By the time he burst, the jockstrap would sell for thousands, and the skunk would be looking for his next video idea. He had become a true brand influencer, though now the kind he'd originally intended.