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Rogan was walking through the mall, going around from store to store looking for things that he needed to get, and also just looking around and seeing if anything of interest could catch his attention. He was taking Saturday as a chance to go through and buy the items that had slowly built up on the list he kept for things that he would have to buy eventually, like clothes, hygiene products, and small items for various rooms in his apartment. He also had a second list that was mostly just things that he wanted for himself, like novels that he wanted to read, video games that looked cool, movies and TV shows were he would buy the disc versions in order to have them as well as the online versions so he would have two versions of the same entertainment for the price of one.

Rogan was by no means a millionaire, but did have a comfortable life, as he was one of the few head managers at a shipping warehouse for a large company, which meant that he earned enough money to live a life where he never had to worry about paying his monthly rent or bills, thus allowing him an easy mind whenever he went out shopping, especially when he went out for himself. He had started out as just another floor worker, sorting through the packages as they arrived, no different than the hundreds of other workers. But he had a few things going for him that allowed him to climb the ladder more quickly than others. First, he was a rather large stallion, at 6 feet and 6 inches and weighing in at just over 220 pounds, he was quite large, and went to the gym 2 to 3 hours a day, 5 days a week, which also meant he had a large bodybuilder build, very strong legs, and enough testosterone to have his blood flowing for what the job demanded, and was able to move around faster than most people. Second, he was 28 years old and had finished college with a degree in Business Management, so when there was a time when a new manager role was open, he had been one of the first to apply for the position, and Management, seeing that he was qualified, was already a good employee to the company, then figurer it would just be easier to hire someone they already knew would get the job done. Which leads to the third reason, is that most of Rogan's co-workers were not interested in the position either because they were early 20 somethings still in college trying to get their degrees, or they were 30, 40, or 50 year olds that had no interest and only wanted to keep the jobs they had in order to have a decent living. For Rogan, this meant that he was able to quickly rise and have a career that he liked and could get used to. Rogan was fortunate enough to have a relatively good life that treated him well, and he was happy for the most part. Of course, that is, until recent events had changed things about him, and altered his life in ways that no man would ever want or even consider possible.

It was just after 2 P.M. when Rogan was at the checkout of a trendy clothing store where he bought two new pairs of jeans that fit him well, as well as much needed new pairs of underwear that he decided would fit him best and better than his current stock he had at home. As the stallion was paying, he decided he would head over to the gaming store and see the new releases and look for video games and comic book figurines that he wanted to own. As he grabbed his bags and started to walk out of the store, the cashier called out to him.

"Excuse me, sir! You forgot your drink." The doberman walked towards him with it in hand.

"Oh, uh, thank you." The stallion grabbed the drink, and proceeded to walk out of the store. While Rogan was walking through the mall to the gaming store, he got slightly concerned at the thought of the nearly finished drink that he was holding. There was nothing particularly special about the drink itself, it being a regular soda from the food court that Rogan had stopped by early to have lunch. The only notable thing about it was that it was a 44 ounce (1300 milliliters for everyone else) drink, which in the large stallion's hands didn't look big at all, in fact it looked regular sized when he was holding it. What was concerning was that Rogan, while he was eating, drank all 44 oz, then proceeded to refill it completely, then drank it all again right before he finished his meal, then again refilled it before he left the food court and returned to shopping. That was about two hours ago, which made him realize it wouldn't be long until he would have to relieve himself of all the soda that he drank. For most people, this kind of situation wouldn't even come across as concerned in the slightest, because, well, why would it? But Rogan, at least until four and a half months ago, was not like most people, at least in a few certain areas. Having realized his current situation, he decided that after a very quick trip to the gaming store, he would go straight to his SUV and make the drive home so he would not have to deal with the issues of using a public restroom in his current condition.

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After finding a few movies he had been meaning to watch, as well as finding a figurine of his favorite superhero, Rogan had paid for them and was walking toward the exit of the mall, with a slight quick pace, nothing that would attract attention, in order to get to his SUV quicker to get home faster.

Right as he walked outside of the mall, Rogan suddenly felt his bladder give out a dull ache that made him go into a half sprint. He knew that this was only the beginning of a bigger issue, but what he didn't know was that this was the beginning of a worse case scenario that he would not have even thought of.

When he got to his SUV, he felt slightly relieved, while he would have to deal with the annoying pain of having to piss, he was glad he could at least hold it and deal with it at home. Except, that's not what happened, what did happen was the first problem in a series of increasingly difficult problems he would have to face.

The first problem was that when he went to start his SUV, it wouldn't. He tried three more times before finally giving up and simply turning the key to power on the car and seeing what was the trouble, and when he looked, he gave out a frustrated sigh at the fact that the SUV was simply out of gas. Rogan, if you couldn't tell from the beginning, was a pretty responsible guy, except when it came to filling his SUV with gas, as he unfortunately had the mindset of filling the tank when it was nearly empty. This moment proved to be one of the times where it came back to bite him in the ass.

He searched for the nearest gas station on his phone, which was just half a mile away, meaning that it would take at least half an hour or more to get gas for his SUV. Rogan tried to think clearly about the situation. His home was a half an hour drive from the mall, assuming traffic was light, which meant that he would have to hold his piss in for at least a little over an hour, but it probably wasn't possible even under normal circumstances. His piss had been building up for two hours and there was a lot of it thanks to the many ounces of soda he drank. He could try and risk it, but it meant risking pissing himself during any point in the hour, and that was something he definitely did not want.

When he stepped out of his SUV to try and think more clearly, something happened that instantly changed his mind about going for gas on foot. A small spurt of piss came out. It wasn't even that much, it just dampened the underwear that he was wearing, not noticeable on the outside. However, his bladder ached when he stopped anymore from coming out. Rogan suddenly realized that there was no way that he would make it home in time to piss in the comfort of his own toilet, so he reluctantly locked his SUV, and walked back towards the mall to use the restrooms, just hoping that things go as smoothly and painlessly as possible.

When he re-entered the mall, he went for the closest restrooms, which were not that far from the entrance. Every few steps that the large stallion took, his bladder gave out a dull ache, telling him that he needed to piss soon, or his body would do it for him. Finally, he got to the restrooms, and took a quick look around to see his options. It was a rather small restroom, not much space for more than a dozen people, but the layout was quite compact, allowing for the restroom to not seem so small than it actually was. There were three stalls and three urinals. For the stalls, the first and third ones were already in use, and the stallion, already being more self conscious than usual, decided he couldn't use the middle stall and decided to go for the urinal farthest away from the stalls and the last one in the row.

When the stallion got to the urinal, he positioned himself in a way to make sure no one could see what he was about to do. He unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear, exposing his crotch while using his hand to hold them in place. He then put his other hand down his underwear, first adjusting his "penis" out of the way and then tried to grab for his silicon funnel that he kept folded up and tucked away between his "penis" and underwear. Expect that when he did, he grabbed nothing. Confused, he reached out a few more times, and still got nothing. When the stallion looked down, he took a sharp breath in and was shocked to see that his funnel was nowhere to be found.

See, the problem was that without that funnel, the 6 and a half foot built stallion would not be able to piss standing up without making a complete mess of himself. You see, Rogan didn't have a penis, or, at least no longer had one. The "penis" mentioned earlier was no more than a silicone packer, serving no other purpose than to give the large stallion the illusion of having a large "package". It was about 6 inches long and 1.5 inches in diameter. While it was large, it was nowhere near as large as his actual penis had been, with it being at 2.5 inches in diameter, 8 inches resting and 12 inches when erect, along with a pair of balls that were the size of oranges on the larger side, and it had been the perfect large package to complement the large stallion. It was a tool that he was proud to call his own and to use. It was the kind of tool that made women more excited to be with him and for men to feel pangs of jealousy at not being gifted with such a large shaft. Of course, that was all in the past now, as now, and instead of an 8 inch cock that rested against a pair of nice smooth balls, with gave his groan a nice bulge in his pants, had now been reduced to nothing more than a vagina, or what Rogan called his "pussy".

It was mostly a regular pussy, except for four things. First, as he discovered from firsthand experience, it seemed to be much more sensitive to touch than his own large cock had ever been, as a few good rubs of any kind to his crotch was enough to make him start to feel horny and begin to get wet. Second, his clit stuck outside of the pussy all the time, even when it was relaxed. This was mostly due to the fact that he was still a large stallion, and so his clit matched his body type, as it was about the size of a slim 1 inch grape, 1.5 inches when he was horny. This proved a challenge, since his cilt was always out, and any stimulation that was more than the clothes he was wearing would give small bursts of pleasure, and this could happen even if he was walking faster than a normal pace. This did prove difficult when he was working out, which meant he had to take breaks often. Third, his vulva, or what he called his lips, because they were rather large, they would leave the impression of a camel toe if the pants he wore were even a little tight around the crotch, whether he was wearing underwear or not. This problem was mostly fixed when he got his packer, but he would still have a cameltoe if his pants/underwear rode up even a little. The fourth and probably the biggest problem, was that his pussy would often be moist, whether or not he was horny, and this meant that eventually his crotch would be wet to the point where he would have to go to the toilet just to clean it and dry himself off. This would happen every 1-2 hours, which Rogan found annoying, but refused to use sanitary pads out of the principal that he was still a man, which meant that he made trips to the toilet often, and by the end of the day, his crotch, underwear, and sometimes pants would often be complete soaked and would need to be washed sooner than most of his other clothes.

The actual story of how Rogan got his cock switched for a pussy is quite literally, "A story for another time...", but all you need to know now is that, of course, it was not an easy transition, let alone the actual process of rationalizing that he had a pussy now, instead of his cock which he had for most of his life. One of the many things that Rogan needed to adjust his life to, was that he had to relearn how to piss using a toilet. Now, to almost anyone, this would sound like if at all trivial, I mean, what was there to relearn? All you would have to do is just sit, let go, and let your body do the rest. At least, this is what Rogan thought, until he had to learn the hard way that it was not that simple. For two whole weeks, he went through a series of trial and error to correctly aim his pussy and get all his piss into the toilet without making a complete mess of his thighs, ass, and sometimes one or both of his legs.

After one week of this, he had figured out that his vulva, or what he thought of as his plump cameltoe lips, while they wouldn't be glued shut, they would stick themselves closed in a way that when he did sit to piss, they wouldn't be summerticly shut, so when he started to piss, it would almost spray out at first, completely wetting his inner thighs, before the lips would completely open and more often than not, would start a small trail or trails of piss that would go up between his ass cheeks and/or go down his legs. This problem was amplified by the fact that Rogan, for the life of him, could not stop pissing even if he really wanted to, even before when he had his cock. So by the end of it, he would have to clean up piss off the toilet, the floor, and himself. So he was relieved when he figured out how to stop this from happening. He realized that because his pussy was often wet, the excess fluid would make his lips stick together, which in turn was the cause of most of the problem. So all he would have to do would be to first clean his pussy, and then piss, and this worked for the most time, getting rid of most of the problems he was experiencing. He also found out that if he leaned forward just a little bit, this would almost stop any piss from running down from his leg. He would still sometimes get some piss on his inner thighs and on his ass, but it would be in small quantities and was something that he could deal with.

After another week of getting his new way of pissing down, he finally got it, and was able to piss sitting down like a normal person would, for the most part. This went on for a month before Rogan had the thought of getting a device to allow him to once more piss standing up. When he did some research, he found out about STP's (Stand to Pee), which would allow him to do what he had done for most of his life, which would be to once again use a urinal like any other man. This of course had its own set of problems, as in Rogan now had to relearn how to piss standing up, as when he had a cock, all he had to do was to make sure it was aimed correctly and let it out, but having to use equipment that was not attached to his body made him have to completely rethink how he would have normally pissed. The first STP that he got proved to be a challenge, given that Rogan had to now think about how he would piss, something that he never had to do before. When he had his cock, it was actually heavy enough that it aimed down so that he wouldn't even have to hold it, just make sure that it aimed into the urinal, and he would just have to stand still. When he first tried to use it as if it was his cock, he pretty much got about half his piss on the floor before he was able to turn around, sit on the toilet and let the rest of his piss go in there. The first problem he encountered was that he would have to line up the opening of the STP so that it would completely cover his pussy, so that there was no opening for his piss to leak out onto his legs and the floor. This proved to be more difficult than it should have been, given that it took him 15-20 seconds to make sure his pussy was completely inside of the STP and there were no openings for the piss to get out of. He also had to adjust the way he was standing, often having to use his free hand to part his lips so they did not cause an issue, and move his hips back and forth to make himself comfortable and get everything in, while also bending his knees to get himself as close to the urinal as possible to get the aim right.

This went on for about two weeks before Rogan finally put two and two together and found out the real problem. It wasn't that he was missing an opening with the STP, but that the device itself was simply too "small", "narrow" and "too shallow", meaning that the equipment was not the right size for the stallion's large body. The STP was a modest size, with the actual "penis" being about 3.5 inches long and an inch wide, which wouldn't be a problem had the tube itself been an inch, but in fact, the tube running from the hole opening to the head of the "penis" was less than half an inch wide, which of course meant that it would get backed up easily if to much piss went in at once. It also didn't help that Rogan's pussy lips were rather large and would take up most of the room inside the "cup" part of the STP, which was only 2.5 inches deep, but his lips would often take up an inch of that space, thereby allowing it to fill up more quickly and spill over more easily. This coupled with the fact that once he started to piss, he couldn't stop, made it even more difficult to make an adjustment to stop the problem from becoming worse, which would then make the problem worse. After Rogan realized that the STP he had was simply not designed for a man who had a pussy that matched his size and physique, he went back online looking for something that would serve his needs.

After three days of searching, he stumbled upon an STP that might actually do the trick. One of the main issues with the last STP was that Rogan didn't take into account what he would actually need in an STP, and so when he found his future replacement, he looked over it carefully before making his purchase, and went to learn how to use it. This STP was very different from the first one that he got. It was not shaped like a penis at all. It basically looked like a funnel you would use to pour oil into your car. The first main difference being that the mouth was much wider, therefore much more forgiving. Second, the actual tube sticking out was at an angle of about somewhere around 45 degrees, and the tube itself was three quarters of an inch, which allowed for more piss to follow easier, and at that angle, faster. Third, the cup part was about 3 inches deep, thereby giving his lips more room and more if piss started to back up. Fourth, the STP was made of a soft silicon, which was surprisingly both thin and strong, giving it plenty of room to flex and allowed him to adjust his pussy and stance with ease, so that he didn't have to worry about anything spilling out. This STP was a great improvement from the last one, allowing him to piss standing up with little to no issue, with the only thing he had to do was to unfold it from his pocket and to do some adjustments before finally relieving himself without having to worry about making a complete mess of the floor and himself. Rogan didn't like the color, which was a bright neon magenta, since this product was targeted at women, but he decided to see it as a compromise in order to get his life back to the way it was before he lost his manhood.

When he had finally been able to stand at urinals once more, and just to be able to stand to piss in general, Rogan thought of it as a success and went on with his life as best he could. Over course, he would still hold it when and would piss at home if he could, but he was glad he at least had the option available to him. During the next four days, he also looked into getting a "replacement penis" until he could think of a better idea, whatever that meant. He ended up getting the packer mentioned earlier, even though he wanted something bigger, but the prices for the packers, larger than the one he had bought, were in his mind, really outrageous, even though he totally could afford it. After he got the packer and the underwear that came with it, he discovered that he could with ease fold the STP small enough so that he could place it between the packer and underwear, in the space where his balls should be, and it had the added bonus of making his bulge look a bit bigger.

So it really came as no surprise then as to why the stallion was instantly filled with fear when he realized that he no longer had his funnel. After everything he went through to be able to stand to piss once more, it basically got thrown out the window when he remembered that he had used his STP in the morning at his home, only to leave it at the sink counter before he completely forgot about it when showering, getting dressed, and leaving for the mall. Rogan just stood at the urinal, with his pussy completely exposed, dumbfounded at how he could forget such an important item. He had just been standing there at the urinal for a good minute just trying to figure out what he was going to do. And then what he thought could have been the worst thing that could happen in the moment did, as two men walked in, and they were both heading to the urinal.

"No way man, I'm telling you, Doctor Strange was a better movie than Ragnarok," said the bear.

"And I'm telling you that Ragnarok was way funnier, and that's what makes it a better movie in general." replied the buck.

The two men that had entered the restroom were really of no concern to the stallion. The bear and buck were both about 5 foot 10 inches each, and while they were muscular, they were on the lean side, and most of all, they were so wrapped up in their meaningless conversation about which Marvel movie was better, they didn't even notice the large, muscular stallion at the farthest urinal, even when they both stopped in front of the other two urinals to piss out the sodas they had earlier. And when Rogan had heard them start to piss, he snapped out of his nervous daze, realizing that he had no choice but to zip up and leave the restroom, since he didn't want to just go to the empty stall, fearing that all the men in the restroom would hear him piss and figure that he had a pussy, even though, really speaking, no one would have noticed or cared to question him about his genitals.

So he zipped himself up as quickly as possible without attracting attention, walked over to the sink, washed his hands quickly, and left the restroom. When he thought that he would have to hold his piss in even longer until he got to the next restroom, this made his bladder give out an even bigger pang of pain, which made him slightly groan and start walking faster. This kept up for the rest of the walk, with his bladder giving out a dull ache every two or three steps. Then he suddenly realized that no matter what, he would have to use the stalls, and it would probably be a loud piss for how much of it his bladder was carrying, for anyone to hear, which only made him groan again out of frustration. Then, when Rogan wasn't thinking, another spurt of piss came out, even more than last time. This made him go into a sprint, determined that he would not piss his pants out in public.

Finally, he made it to the restroom, this one being bigger than the last one. He had to move his legs in order to ease the pain that his bladder was giving him. It had more space to fit more people, and had five stalls and five urinals, which of course were of no use to Rogan. He then turned his attention to the stalls to see which one would work best for him. The third and fourth ones had a sign on them that said "OUT OF ORDER". "Of course they are...," he muttered after giving a heavy sigh. The second one was already in use, so the only options were the fifth and first one. He walked over to the fifth since it was closer to see if he could use it at all.

When he opened the stall and looked inside, he loudly whispered, "are you fuckin kidding me...". Everything had been fine in the stall, except for the fact that the toilet had been clogged with a ridiculous amount of toilet paper. While his bladder was on the brink of bursting, he simply could not ignore the clogged toilet and decided to go to the first stall instead. As he walked to the stall, his bladder gave him his final warning, basically no matter what was wrong with this one, he would have no choice but to use it.

When he got to the stall, he opened it and quickly looked around to see if anything was wrong with it. Of course, something was wrong. The last person to use it left toilet paper on the seat, a lot of it, of which half of it was in the toilet. But seeing it was either this or the clogged toilet, Rogan decided it was better than pissing himself, so went about doing his business.

He turned around, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then pulled them down all the way around his ankles along with his underwear. He decided that the way he was going to deal with the toilet paper on the seat would be to simply hover over the seat, making sure that he squatted over it low enough so that his aim would not be that off, and be able to get most of his piss in.

While he was getting everything ready, he looked at his underwear and saw the damage that had been done. The two spurts of piss from earlier had pretty much soaked the crotch area of the underwear, and left a notable amount still damp to the touch, and of course his pussy was wet, which didn't help. He decided that he would deal with the underwear later and dry his pussy out now so that he wouldn't have any problems with his aim. So he reached for some toilet paper, and when he grabbed nothing, he tried putting his arm up the holder to grab some there, his hand only grabbed the cardboard tube that was left there. When he realized this, all he could do was to put his hands on his face so as not to angrily start to yell. Having completely run out of options, all he could do was to hold open his pussy lips and hope for the best.

Rogan used two of his fingers to hold open his lips, and doing the best that he could, tried to aim so as not to get piss on the floor, and adjusted his stance a little before he finally let go. It probably would have ranked high on his list of biggest reliefs. It actually would have been at the top had he not encountered so many difficulties getting to the final moment. He could not help himself and let out a low groan and deep breath as he finally had sweet relief. He knew that he would be here awhile, thanks to the fact that he actually took longer to piss with his pussy than when he had his cock. His internal plumbing was changed to where his urethra was made to be thinner than before, and his bladder actually expanded a few inches allowing for more piss to be stored, which made it so that it often took 20 seconds longer to empty than before.

This time, since it had been pushed to the limit it would take even longer. The stream, while not much coming out, would thin out, you know, with how a pussy is shaped. This was another one of the reasons that it took so long for him to relearn how to piss. It would take him more than a minute to completely empty it out, and that was assuming he didn't try to slow down if something went wrong. As he was pissing, he noticed that since he was hovering, the stream of piss was rather loud, any really anyone in the restroom would have heard it. All the large stallion could do was get red in the face and make sure no piss spilled onto the floor. Then, as he was finishing up, he thought, "How am I supposed to wipe myself?" He then thought, "Well, my underwear is already soaked in piss, it doesn't really matter, does it?" He was right, it didn't, although it would have been nice to not have to wear soaked underwear with him still dripping the last drops of piss and his own stuff.

When he finally finished, he wriggled his pussy the best he could to get excess piss out, and turned around to see the damage. Nothing was really wrong, except some of the piss did end up on the seat and toilet paper that was left, but honestly, that really didn't bother him anymore considering all the pressure that had built up in him had finally been released. He did his best with his feet to kick the remaining toilet paper into the toilet before flushing it. He pulled up his underwear and did his best to adjust it so that it wasn't as uncomfortable, even with it being damp and all. He groaned and pulled up his pants, buttoning them up and flushing the toilet with his foot.

When he got out of the stall to wash his hands, he could swear that his lower abdomen felt somewhat sore, but that didn't really bother him, he was just glad that all this was over and he could finally go home in peace. While he was washing his hands, another man came from the urinals to do the same. The man was a dark brown Bull , who looked about 6 foot 3 inches, and you could definitely tell that he worked out often, but was not quite as big as Rogan was. He also had a pattern on his fur that was covered with patches of spots. When he got to the sink, he washed his hands for a few seconds before talking to the stallion.

"Hey, uh, this might sound weird, but do you mind if I ask what gym you go to?"

Rogan, completely caught off guard by this, quickly tried to get his mind in place before answering...

"Oh, uh, not at all. It's 'Gaston's Gym'. It's a pretty nice gym, both in looks and the actual place itself." He answered, with a hint of anxiety, since he couldn't tell if the bull heard him or not.

"Really? That's nice to know. I've been meaning to look for a new one, and when I saw you, I figured a burly stallion like yourself must only go to a gym that can handle what you need." He gave a soft chuckle.

"Oh, right, that makes sense." Rogan also chuckled.

"The name is Clint by the way." He smiled and held out his hand.

"Rogan". He replied.

Then Clint pulled out his phone and asked for information about the gym, and Rogan gave him what he needed, and also answered questions about the gym, and even promoted it a little, since he really did enjoy working out there.

The two large men were so into their conversation about their workout routines, that they barely noticed that they were outside the mall, and so began to say their goodbyes to each other. But before they parted, Clint asked for Rogans phone number, since he had decided he was sold on the gym and wanted Rogan to be his partner there. With that done, he headed to his SUV and got in, taking a minute to take a deep breath and relax himself from the situation that had just occurred.

After a minute of this, his phone buzzed, and when he looked, it was Clint. He opened the text, which read:

"Hey man, just wanted to know what your schedule was so we could try and sync up at the gym. Looking forward to hanging out with you."

Rogan smiled, and replied with his schedule, and they soon worked out when they would meet each other.

After everything that had happened, he was glad to think that at least something positive had come out of his own little nightmare, and was glad to have made a new friend.