As this happens I lay you down and start to deal with your mucky hatchypants. Fanning my nose commenting that “You certainly smell like a hatchy” as I undo the tapes. Before wiping you down and powdering you for a fresh pair. not that I exactly expect it to last long.

“Mmm I see I see. Well I’m sure someone will be able to cure such a dangerous curse back in the dragon hatchery! I’m sure they’ll try to get you back into your big dragon self soon as long as you can prove to them you’re not just a hatchling playing around.”

“Mmm well normally I’d be doing this for hours… but since you insist I suppose we can take a small break from the mushing and smurshing if you really want it. Of course I’m expecting you to starting begging for me to start again soon after. Something tells me you might just like this arrangement~.

Mmm. Most kobolds have learned this trick to cut most of their egotistical lords short. A growing necessity especially since most of them have started getting louder and louder about how much their bolds stink up their lair.

Mmmm. That seems like a hatchy thing to do. Are you sure you were anywhere near a proper mature dragon? Maybe you should just keep sucking on your paci and I’ll deal with your super stinky hatchypants.

Oh… oh no….
*FFFFFFRRRRRTTTTT BLOOOOOOOOORCCCCGG*
“YUH HUH WHENEVER SOMEONE SAYS DA MAGIC WORD I HAVE A BIG POOPY AND STINKY ACCIDENT IN MY HATCHYPANTS! AND DEN MY HEAD GETS ALL SILLY AND FUZZY AND DEN DIS BLESSING GETS STRONGER SO YOU SHOULD KEEP SAYING IT!”

But not to worry for as long as a full moon is about. We’re more than happy to come back along for another session of aromatherapy.

Come morning the best scent to describe us would be a particularly sweaty skunks pail… as we wake. Snouts still shoved into each others packed skunk pants. The air intoxicatingly ripe. A fragrance that you won’t soon forget… in fact you’ll miss it when it’s gone.

The night continues as it should. Three Wereskunks having the times of our lives. I find my own snout happily huffing your own mushy garment, praising you for how well you’re doing between moans. The taboo pleasures ramping up through the night and along with it the stench.

Quickly taking that back with an “I’m sorry my lord. I thought you would still be at the meeting. I figured it was one of my charges approaching, I’m sure you and your fellow lords have no need for the changing out of mucky hatchypants.” The caretaker let out with a nervous chuckle.

Hearing someone approach the plushy didn’t even look up from the current dragon he was changing before asking Xerrion if “His mushy tushy also needed a change”
As he finished cleaning the rear of another one of the afflicted… looking up to see that he just made the comment to a lord.

Hoping it’ll last longer as he gave the wizard a little pat on the rear motion for him to get off the table. Before scooping up another particularly mushy dragon who was seemingly about to have some naughty and stinky playtime with the former king.

On the changing table now was the mighty and wise wizard they brought in clearly showing of his talents. Of making his clean hatchypants look like they’re a day old in a matter of moments. The plushy caretaker removing the change he just put on and replacing it with another one.

Heading out of the sanitized meeting room the ripe smell of his unchanged brethren hit him. Their changes pushed back with their caretaker partaking in the meeting.
Xerrion pushed through it… knowing exactly where to find the plush. Around the changing table with most of his kin lined up.

But as Xerrion made his point the rest did… eventually agree to have the plush caretaker return to the discussion. Even if that did mean someone would have to brave the rancid nursery to go find him and bring him back. A job unsurprisingly Xerrion got tasked with due to pleading his case.

Said hopes for restoration were not just for their diaper-brained ilk anymore of course. Most of them as much as they denied it going through the early stages of the affliction themselves. Which that unruly plush reminded them of with that unnecessary theory.

Mmm… 🌀 Good Kobold 🌀

Sink
Deeper
And
Keep
Huffing

🌀 I’m sure you’ll find your new life… much, much, more fulfilling 🌀

*I sit up giggling*
“Dat sounds wike some’ting ‘d do!” *I ponder with my… rather mushy hatchy brain for a moment* “But uh how do I do da gwowing up ‘ting? Do I jus make muh self weally weally big wike yoo?”

Well I suppose it’d be quite unprofessional for them to question what their master decides as well. Plus he does give them very thorough diaper snoods when he isn’t pleasuring his master. So I suppose he gets the pass from the others. Even if he isn’t that useful otherwise~

It’s the least they can do to repay your kindness over the years. So just keep watching your favorite shows, and don’t let a single thing bother you. Eventually they’ll bring you back, and I’m sure you’ll be happier than ever, especially with your new hoard and redecorated lair!

I’m sure nobody would even risk entering knowing that such an odor means a super smart and powerful dragon must be inside…

Other than myself and the rest of the smarty dragons of course. We got important deliveries to make~

Perfect! I’m sure you’ll be joining the super smarty dragon club soon! I mean think of all that brain power you’ll be getting from the stinkies and stickies of some of the brightest! That and your lair already looks and smells the part as well!

Sure my prices are exceptional high, especially to people unfamiliar with the service I end up providing, but I’ve never had a client turn me down especially when I offer alternative payment methods. Wealth, power, positions, and favors all work in my book~

But of course. All important business is done behind locked doors and hidden from the public eye. It’s just what my clients consider important business tends to… change after the first 10 minutes or so. Sure our meetings almost always go long due to that, but we both get exactly what we~

I just pointed out how STINKY AND POOPY HIS MUSHTUSH WAS. I didn’t realize he was a hex specialist. Then he placed this INFECTIOUS BLESSING ON ME AND KEPT SAYING THE WORD DIAPER, AND I GOT ALL BLUSHY AND STINKY AND KEPT MAKING PUSHIES!

~Well I think that’s enough time. Clearly you aren’t changing yourself back.
*You can feel my claw reach down to start mushing and kneading you*
~mrrrphh calling me too stinky on only the second load too, you probably got the strength to hold another 3 or 4. Dragons tend to make good diapers.

I think it’s fair to say even some of the other members of the facility even get jealous of him from time to one with how much special attention he gets from their master.
Combined with the easier job… it’s pretty obvious he must be the ‘favorite’.

Well you know the bolds want what’s best for you, and right now they think you need more than a couple days to really relax. And right now they’re the ones making decisions, so you are going to be listening to your smarty ‘bolds until they think you’ve relaxed enough!

“Mmm still kicking then!”
*You hear a second grunt as another mudslide of muck sags and stretches you further… before I also plant my rear on the floor with a wet ‘Squelch’*

“Mmm if you have that power you really should just undo it. Otherwise I think you’ll REALLY like what happens next~”

“Dat mush mean ‘m a super duper ‘tinky hatchy! Dats a good ‘ting… wight?”
*I ask trying to remember why something about this seems… wrong.*

“Mistwer dwaggy? Why don yoo have dwaggypants on?”