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Business was slow. About a dozen of Rose's victims were sitting on the toilets, waiting for magic to happen but the stress and awkwardness of trying to relieve oneself in front of so many strangers was too much for them, not to mention this was likely the first time they were (willingly) relieving themselves in their new animals bodies.

The red foxes Paul and Rona were doing ok, comparitively. The two sat beside each other, brushy tails swaying off the back of the toilet bench. Their pants, which were still rather damp, were around their fuzzy ankles.

They chatted idly while the sounds of plopping came from inside their toilets. They were the only ones of Rose's victims that weren't having any trouble relaxing enough that their bowels would pass. As they began to defecate they lifted their tails, within a few seconds of each other, and began to relieve themselves as they continued to talk.

Rod the rabbit and Emma the crocodile sat beside each other. They weren't mortified but they weren't comfortable enough for any magic to happen. They sat impatiently.

"Christ," said Rod, "It shouldn't be this hard to take a dump!"

Emma grinned, "If this keeps up they'll have to serve us lunch over here!"

"Eating on the toilet?" said Rod, "Gross!"

They couldn't see where Rose had gone or what she was doing. She told the crowd she had gone off to prepare for their lunches so some of Rose's victims were sitting down at the lunch benches while others were standing around idly. Many fellow of Rose's victims were on the toilets too, struggling as much as Rod and Emma.

"Maybe the witch can cast a spell to make us poop!" said Rod.

Emma took a look at Rod's drawers, which were still visibly wet, "Seems like the only way to take a piss is by having it scared out of you."

Rod blushed, "I don't know about that..."

Emma smiled wide, "Maybe there are some werewolves around here that can give us a good roar in the face! That'd clean me right the fuck out!"

Rod chuckled, "I don't think werewolves exist, Emma. Or if they do they are..." he looked around the lot and glanced at all the humanoid-animals, "... they are like us."

Emma chuckled, "So does that make me a werecrocodile?"

Rod smiled widely with his incisors sticking out, but said nothing. He shrugged. As his gaze went down Emma's body, he took a glance between her legs and for a brief second saw her vag. It was hairless like the rest of her but still very cute. It was hard to ignore, especially since Emma had expressed interest in banging him. That strange scaly vagina wasn't an unobtainable treasure, it was within his reach figuratively speaking.

Emma looked down a second and realized what Rod was looking at. She smiled wide, "Taking a peek, I see?"

Rod blushed, "Uh... I was just... uh... wandering eyes...!"

"It's okay Rod," said Emma, "I've seen your dick haven't I? If we're going to fuck we're allowed to see each other naked." Emma then took a peek at Rod's penis, which was slowly erecting after the stimulation of seeing her privates. Emma smiled, "You know, I've been looking at other penises around here and you have one of the larger ones."

Rod perked up, "Really!?"

Emma nodded, "Although, there's a few guys I've yet to see naked. That lion guy you've seen around, I bet he has a dreadnought!" She looked around the lot and then peeked down the toilet bench to spot Myron the panda bear, sitting about twenty feet downward, "That panda guy! I bet he has a huge one! All the bigger guys probably have huge dicks!" She looked around some more, "Where's that nerdy dino guy?"

Rod laughed, "Fuck, make me jealous why don't ya."

Emma giggled, "Oh don't be so jealous. You're a small guy and you are hung after all." She smiled and looked at Rod seductively, "So... are there any girls around besides me that you want to," she chuckled, "get _wild_with?"

Rod blushed and curled his toes nervously. He bit his lip before speaking, "Uh... that one chicken lady."

Emma raised an eyebrow, "Isn't she really fat?" She looked down at herself, her chubby frame, her big belly, her wide hips, "Not that I am looking great myself..."

Debra the chicken was sitting on the benches near Rose's crowd. She idly chatted with Lauren who was seated next to her. Debra was sure to give her skirt enough lax so that she could hold it over her crotch and no one could see her 'henhole'. She had rid herself of her panties after drastically soiling them minutes ago, and her downy chicken privates were bare as the sun.

"We were transformed together," said Rod, "In the same instance that I became a rabbit, she became a chicken. I don't even remember what she looked like as a human."

"So you feel a bonding?" said Emma.

Rod scratched the back of his neck nervously, "We also... peed together."

Emma snerked, "You pissed yourselves at the same time?"

Rod nodded, "When I started feeling a warm wetness in my pants, I heard dripping and saw pee dripping out of her skirt onto the floor."

Emma rolled her eyes, "Who else then? Do you want to fuck other girls or just ladies you've shared an accident with?"

Rod looked around and spotted Shawna the tigress sitting around looking nervous. The way Shawna's huge breasts protruding out in her sweater was hard not to notice. Her ass was also very shapey. Rod couldn't help but imagine rubbing a hand underneath such a perfect butt. Not only was she attractive but she was one of the few people around that hadn't messed herself.

Rod nodded in Shawna's direction, "The tiger."

Emma snickered and smiled widely, "Oh you can't fuck her, Rod. She'd_dom_you! You'd never survive..."

Rod and Emma giggled nervously. As they did, the sound of dripping came from Emma's toilet and it quickly picked up. She couldn't help but crack a smile over some business getting done but she tried to bring attention away from it lest she jinxed her good fortune. She said, "She probably loves to roar in your face and scratch up her partners. If you got in the sheets with her she'd release the ferocity of a tiger and you'd totally brown the bed!"

Rod giggled, "How do you know?"

Emma shrugged. The sound of her peeing quieted down but at least she had released her bladder. Both Rod and Emma still struggled with defecating though. Up until sitting down on the toilets it felt like they had a huge load that needed to get out but once they were sitting down they suddenly didn't have to go anymore.

The two continued to sit and idly chat before lunch was served.

Down the toilet bench were Myron the panda and Kelly the cat were sitting together. Like many others, nothing was getting done. Although Myron hadn't need to urinate after he did so out of fear earlier, he was aching to take a fat bear dump. Kelly needed to go too but was too nervous to actually let it out.

"How long has it been?" asked Kelly.

"10 minutes, I think," said Myron.

Kelly groaned and then chuckled, "God this is excruciating!"

Myron looked down at his drawers around his ankles. They were still wet from when he peed himself earlier, although they were drying up a bit. He chuckled, "I'm almost glad I pissed myself in terror. Made it easier for me!"

Kelly smiled, "I get the feeling that I'm more uncomfortable sitting here with my pants down trying to dig a crap than I would be if I had lost control and litterboxed in my seat back at the seminar building!"

Myron nodded, "I didn't feel too upset when I realized I had peed my pants."

Kelly snerked, "Of course you didn't. This is a perfect time to pee your pants. If anyone gets transformed, they are entitled to an accident without judgement."

A couple feet in front of them there was the black cat lady that got transformed just before Myron. She was walking around on all fours, sniffing at the ground. She had no light in her eyes. She had regressed to a primal state. When she turned away from the two, it was easy to see the bulge underneath her tail. She had shit her pants and when Kelly saw it she couldn't help but laugh. She pointed and when Myron saw it he chuckled to himself.

"I'll admit," said Myron, "I'm a bit jealous."

"Agreed," said Kelly, "It seems that anyone who's gone retarded just carelessly poops their pants. I could use some of that right now."

Myron smiled, "Did you see that bear woman earlier? The witch did something to her so she lost her mind! She got stupid, and she peed her pants..."

Kelly said nothing. She just nodded. After a couple of seconds she stood up, "Ok, I'm done with this." She reached down and pulled up her pants.

"But you haven't gone yet!" said Myron.

She looked back at him while she buckled her belt, "I _can't_go. Let's face it, I'm probably going to go in my pants and I'm ok with that." She had a nervous spasm at the discomfort of her situation but gathered herself.

Myron sighed and stood up too. He pulled up his pants and smirked at Kelly, "You're right. I can't go either. Maybe I'll try again later," He buckled up his belt, "If I make it..."

The two of them left the toilets with their bowels still needing release, but for that moment they would just have to hold it a little while longer.

Julie the deer had taken seat beside the moose man at the end of the toilet benches. To why she did it, even she didn't know but the moose man seemed not to mind. He continued to read his newspaper. Julie took another look at him. He was a bigger fellow, nearing 7 feet it looked like but it was hard to tell when he was sitting down.

He was dressed in a dark red suit and had eyeglasses. He was bulky with big arms and legs although his torso was more flabby than musuclar. Julie couldn't help but check out his moose butt which was fuzzy with brown fur but the curve of it was something to behold.

The moose took his eyes off of the page and onto Julie, "How's your day been, missy?"

Julie had no idea how to answer. Her day had been extraordinary and terrifying. There were no words she could muster. "Ok," she said, and even she knew how stupid she sounded.

The moose took a look a Rose's crowd over by the entrance of the lot where they sat idly waiting for further command from Rose. They all looked scared and confused, with some visibly primal.

"I saw you walk in with your friends over there," said the moose, "I'm guessing you're not from around here."

Julie shook her head, "That witch Ms. Rose turned us into animals and then brought us here! I don't know where we are or what's going on!"

The moose raised an eyebrow but then broke out into a chuckle, "Oh I see. I know what's going on! You used to be human, from _Earth!_No wonder you're so scared!" He glanced at Julie's seat, "Congrats on getting to the toilet on time!"

Julie groaned, "But now I can't go!"

"Too nervous?" said the moose, "I can't blame you."

Julie sat there looking distraught. The moose man couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He smiled, "Want to know a trick? Close your eyes and imagine that you are a wild beast in the middle of the wilderness."

Julie was reluctant but did as he suggested. She closed her eyes and pictured a vast forest. Endless trees and grasses. She pictured herself as a feral deer, on four hooves and no clothes. Not a bit of civilization in site. There were no people. She could smell the gentle lush of the forest, all the trees and barks.

"You're just a dumb deer," said the moose. Julie imagined him by her side, also a feral. He was completely nude except for his handsome glasses. He said, "Don't speak. Try bleating like a feral."

Julie couldn't do a good bleat, even with her deer body. Her bleat sounded more like a grunt from a cavewoman. It felt good though. Julie could imagine what it would be like to be a stupid animal. She had seen a lot of it already. So many of her peers were so dumb with shock that they had relieved themselves without noticing or caring. They were dumb beasts and would go wherever, whenever.

Julie grunted a few times more and then it began. With her eyes still closed, with her consciousness still inside her feral fantasy, she began to relieve herself completely. Both pee and poop escaped her and she dared not to take attention way from her fantasy, lest noticing what she was doing would cause her to get nervous and cut off midway through relief.

The moose watched Julie. She was leaned forward, almost drooling, with sounds of hefty release coming from within her toilet. After the sounds quieted, she opened her eyes and looked at the moose. She chuckled, "Much better!"

"Congratulations," said the moose, "Now don't forget to wipe!"

Towards the back of the seat on her right side was another kind of hygiene showerhead similar to the stands meant for cleaning out fecal matter. Julie picked it up and took it into her toilet hole. After flicking the switch it began to glow green and Julie began clean her undersides.

The moose was quiet, only the occasional sound of activity came from his toilet hole. Julie raised an eyebrow, "You've been here a long time. Are you having trouble going, too?"

The moose chuckled, "No, no! I just had a big breakfast and basically I'm going to be here for a half hour longer."

Julie finished up her cleaning and hooked the showerhead back in its slot on the side of the toilet. She smiled, "Great! Now that I've visited the little fawn's room I can go back to being so scared I might just faint or go insane."

The moose chuckled, "Hopefully it doesn't come to that."

Julie stood up and pulled up her jeans. Just before she covered up, the moose got a nice look at Julie's beautiful round bottom. Sadly he wasn't at the best angle to see her sex. After buckling up her jeans, she turned to the moose and grinned, "Thanks for everything! I don't even know your name."

The moose smiled toothily, "My name is Barry. And you?"

Julie bowed a bit, "I am Julie. Julie... Naaaay--" she stopped. She couldn't finish the name. She shook her head, "What the fuck...? I can't remember my last name." She took a hand to her head, "Wait, I don't _have_a last name, do I?"

Julie walked away in a confusion after a short conversation with Barry. It was about lunchtime and Rose's victims were getting hungry.