This Plate's Yours - Rattan' s Pack Curse
Putting my feet in first--into what was relatively equivalent to dirty toilet water times a hundred, i knelt to pray--easing in my calves, knees, thighs... and yes, you kinky freaks, my _ass_.
Honeymoon Phase
His shower was a drain in the floor with a showerhead above it in a recessed corner of the room, and a metal toilet sat a few feet away from it, devoid of privacy. it could only be a cell.
Lovecraftian Cataclysm -- Chapter 1
Warning: this story will contain watersports, scat, pants-soiling, diapers, fear, male-on-female, primal hypnosis, transformation, godplay, and a number of other horrible things that i haven't even come up a name for yet. viewer discretion is advised.
Lazy Little Luke
The appeared to have been transformed into some hybrid combination between a baby's nursery and a bdsm dungeon.
The Grin Paws - Chapter 2: The Grin Revealed
He knew everything was over when they saw the evil transformation to his paws happen. "c'mon guys! let's do something else besides watch tv. please!"
Don't Dick Around
He would sit on a toilet but he honestly expected the floor to be cleaner than the actual toilets, so for now he remained half-standing, his butt on a sink but not fully sat on it.
Body Shaming Ain't Cool - Commission for gomanfury
She bent over the open toilet and removed her paw. "_buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp!!!_" it was the loudest belch she had ever unleashed, one that rang off the stall walls and hurt her ears.
The Ocean Pendant
His adrenaline stopped pumping and felt more as if it was more natural than anything as the transformation escalated. there was now light brown fur covering his stomach up to his chest.
The Trinket | Chapter Nine [Comm]
Sighing, hunter grimaced to himself as he turned around and sat down on the toilet bowl's lid.
Pins and Needles, Part XII
He took a large, plastic, sterile cup from the medicine cabinet and filled it, then emptied the contents into the large mason jar next to the toilet.
Part 2--Girlish Exuberance
I stare at the squiggle of white goo that i had just blasted into the toilet bowl. orgasms often give me frightening moments of mental clarity.
Werewolves These Days...
He ran to the upstairs bedroom, hiding behind the toilet as if the wolf were going to jump through a window and get him. as his breathing slowed, he carefully got up and moved towards the door, peeking out to see if it was safe.