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The next morning, everyone was still nervous. Nobody wanted to talk to each other— everyone kept to themselves and the house was quiet as the clock ticked down to the party.

Darryl had been holding it all morning but it was getting too much and 1:00 hadn't arrived yet. Reading a rock magazine in his room, he couldn't take it anymore. His bladder felt like it was holding a full pop bottle and some had shaken it up.

He grumbled and slammed his magazine down, heading out of his room and going to the bathroom.

But Milrew saw Darryl approach the bathroom door. The wolverine coughed on a curled fist, "A-[i]hem![/i]"

Darryl looked at Milrew, blushing, "I, uh, gotta..."

Milrew sighed, "That's really not a good idea. It's almost time anyway."

Darryl pointed at the door, "But I gotta-!"

Milrew shook his head.

Darryl pointed at his crotch, "But I'm gonna-!"

Milrew continued shaking his head, "It's best to let it happen."

Darryl huffed and stomped off back to his room. Milrew rubbed his head, hating to have to put the housemates through what they were going through, but knew he had to. He reached out a tiny wolverine claw and a bolt of electricity arced from his claw to the door knob. He gave the knob a twist- locked. That would be a good reminder for the housemates, he thought.

The wolverine waddled off.

1:00 hit and all the housemates came out to the living room, barring Darryl who felt like he was going to burst at any moment and rightly predicted that if he got up and walked around he would piss himself. The dozen others went to the living room, pale and somber expressions on their faces.

There were some tables laid out with fancy cloths on top. There were several drinks with plastic cups. Several snack foods were prepared like mini-sandwiches but there were other snacks like bags of chips. It was all very neat and most of the household felt it was done to mock them.

Owain was there, standing in the middle of the living room, his posture regal and looking like he was ready to make a speech.

There was another guest, though: Eustice the panda. Like Owain, she was a humanoid animal- a [i]zooman[/i]- although a foot taller and way fattier than the wolf guest.

Milrew arrived in the living room and took a spot beside Owain. He noticed a few heads were missing but didn't mind it too much. He cleared his throat, "Glad you could join me. Let me go through a few things."

The human housemates shifted in their seats or if they were standing, shifted in place. The discomfort was so thick it could have been a cloud of gas.

Milrew gestured at the table, "There's plenty of food and drink available to get things moving..." He gestured at Eustice, who was at the counter cutting up carrot sticks with a knife, "And Eustice is here."

Eustice smiled warmly, "Hello, children. If any of you need help getting changed, I can assist you with that."

"This is most elating," said Owain, huffing his chest out dramatically, "I feel I might wet my pants with excitement, but I will contain myself and let one of you lovely young ones have the privilege of being the first."

One housemate groaned, "I'd rather have my brain regressed and pee my pants out of sheer stupidity than do this."

Milrew smiled, "I could regress your brain permanently."

The housemate quieted up.

There wasn't much of an explanation needed. Before the end of the night each person was required to urinate and defecate in their pants and keep it at least 30 minutes before changing. Those were the requirements for these grown adults.

After the meeting and everyone walked back to their rooms. The fun had just begun.

Tina was in her room, feeling her bladder fill up. There was an empty bottle on the ground with the small drops of soda pop, and a water bottle on her nightstand, half empty.

She squirmed. It was getting uncomfortable for her to be holding all of it, but each time she tried to let it go and piss it out, other parts of her body and instincts stopped her. She groaned, but her body wouldn't release.

What if I can't do it? she thought, What will Milrew do to me if I fail?

She laid on her bed, frustrated. What a stupid thing to be doing that afternoon!

She tried to remember things she read about people peeing their pants. There was an case a couple years back where a girl was handcuffed to a bed and left there and eventually her bladder let go. The human bladder was not meant to hold urine indefinitely.

That took the pressure off, ironically. There was no way she was making it to the end of the night without peeing, so if she kept her pants on she would successfully pee in her pants!

All she had to do was wait so she knew she needed to pass the time. She was trying to read a book earlier- A Saga of Nuts. It was a book about a group of squirrels fighting against a tyrannical empire of badgers in a magical world of smart animals.

She wondered what these small talking animals thought about peeing and pooping. The book didn't describe them as wearing any pants. When they had to go, did they simply walk aside and then let it all out? Maybe they were so ok with it that they would do it mid-conversation!

In the chapter she was reading, the hero and a few allies are attacked by a fox and have to hide in a tree. The terror must be overwhelming, surely a few of them would soil themselves. It was a book of war and terror, so Tina assumed that they could be peeing and pooping themselves often even if it was never described in the text.

"To be a squirrel," said Tina, "and to never have to worry about making it to the toilet!"

She mused on the thought and quietly read her book.

Hank was in his room, bladder and bowels unirritated. He went to the bathroom early in the morning and hadn't felt a pang since then. It would be awhile before he would even be in the [i]fight[/i] to pee his pants! He poured himself a cup of tea and had it on his desk, cooling.

He was bored, staying in his room most of the morning was isolating, and his attention drifted.

He looked under his desk, at a magazine beneath an empty milk crate. He felt the urge. He pushed aside the crate and underneath was a copy of Magicland Suitors- a porno mag. But not just any porno mag! It wasn't an array of full frontal human ladies in there- they were [i]zoomans[/i]. It was a gift given to Hank from a supernatural friend- "for when you get curious" he was told.

And curious Hank was! It felt weird to be interested in non-human ladies but he sat down at his desk, opened up the magazine to a random page and getting a whiff of that new magazine smell, and took a look at what the book had in store.

He flipped open to a two-page spread of a- it took him a second to recognize the specie- [i]otter[/i] girl with her legs spread apart, completely naked. Her breasts were in full display, and so was her vagina. The shape of her vagina was humanoid although the edges were fuzzier than what Hank had seen. The otter looked lethargic.

"Eugh..." said Hank, weirded out by an otter girl having the sexualized naked body of a human.

He flipped a page and next up was a dinosaur girl. No full frontal, she was bent over a desk, wearing a schoolgirl's uniform, big tail swinging out underneath her skirt. The next page? A chubby hen lady, wearing jeans but keeping those plump tits out for everone to see, looking at Hank like she was waiting for him to undress her.

Hank found the artifact amusing, but then he turned the next page and saw a lioness looking at him with a gaze that whispered, "Make me a mother". Her feet hit the top corners of the page and her vagina was in plain view, secreting a small bead of juice.

"Whoa..." said Hank.

He felt some twitch inside his pants. He reached down, unzipped the front, and took out his cock. Staring at the lioness' wanting looking, he kneaded his member. The visage of the lioness weirded him out like the others, but the titillation he got from her overpowered any weirdness in his psyche.

He would fuck her, he knew it. It was pervert behavior but he didn't care. He wanted to fuck the lion lady. Her pussy looked so inviting too. It would have probably felt like silk sponges clamped together.

Hank grunted, and let his eyes relax, the face of the lioness getting blurred. It was a long story, but thanks to another gift given to him via the supernatural community, Hank's cock was larger than most human men. As he hit peak fapping rhythm, the thing got up to nearly eight inches, and Hank loved to rub his hand up and down its length.

He sat there, imagining his lioness lover. Maybe animal girls are hot too, he thought.

Tina was feeling the pressure. Her bladder was begging her to go and her butt was working up a crap for her to take. She squirmed on her bed belly down on her mattress. She wasn't sure what to do at that point so she struggled to pay attention to her book while the discomfort spasmed down below.

Her fingers pressed the paper and she clenched her jaw to pay attention.

[i]++Alphonse knocked on the door but turned the knob before even hearing anyone reply. He was half a step in the house when Lindesfarne called out 'You may enter' then looking towards the door and realizing Alphonse had no manners.++[/i]

Tina's bladder was ready to go. It throbbed with anticipation. A few tiny drops poked into her uretha. They burned with the struggle.

[i]++"Didn't your mother ever teach you to knock?" asked Lindesfarne.

Alphonse rubbed his paws on his shoulders, "Yes, but it's cold out there and I need some fire!"

Lindesfarne put down her cross-stitch before scowling at Alphonse, like she needed her paws free to do it, "It's barely fall weather. You'd be fine."++[/i]

A looseness interrupted in her bladder. It was time. Tina put down the book, lowered her head, shifted her legs apart and... waited. She was ready to do the toddlery deed.

But nothing happened. As soon as she was ready for it, her body regressed and the urge and urgency deflated. She sighed, all that work for something so infantile.

She picked up the book again.

[i]++Alphonse walked up to the fire Lindesfarne had going. It's crackling flames took the blue glow out of his fur. He smiled and waved his tail over to get some of the heat.

"Don't be such a fuss!" said Alphonse, "I'm here for you, remember."

Lindesfarne sighed, "I suppose so." She got up, walking up to him. She took his paw, "And ultimately I'm glad you came."++[/i]

The urge was building again. Her bladder readied itself like Tina was on the toilet. She lowered her book but then, no. She had to keep reading. Reading was going to get it out.

[i]++Lindesfarne was a bit shorter than Alphonse so he had to lean over to kiss her forehead. Their tails intertwined and they giggled at the brush of each other's fur.

"Maybe it's a tad cold tonight after all," said Lindesfarne.

"Maybe we can get warm together," said Alphonse.++[/i]

[b]*hiissssssssss*[/b] came from behind. The feeling of hot wetness crawled down the sides and bottoms of her thighs. A damp stain appeared on her pants and liquid quivered across her sheets. The warm pee tickled her tummy and soaked her shirt.

[i]++Alphonse lifted Lindesfarne so the two squirrels could kiss. They tapped their incisors and flailed their tongues. They kissed and pulled themselves close.++[/i]

The pain in Tina's bladder vanished and the motion of relief carried on. She could feel the puddle lurk down her legs but didn't dare look to watch in fear it would cause her to tense up and end the stream. She let it flow, the puddle dancing across her bed and reaching the end of the matress, flowing down the sheets.

[i]++Alphonse carried Lindesfarne to her bedroom door, pushing it open with his foot. He dug his nose into her head and smiled, Lindesfarne putting a paw on her chest and feeling his romantic heartbeat in her palm.

Alfonse dropped Lindesfarne on her bed, the springs in the mattress squeaky with her weight. She giggled when Alfonse reached down and kissed her on her neck and she wrapped her feet around his waist, wanting so badly.++[/i]

[b]*FLOOOOORP* *plppp* *FLURP-PP-PP-PPBL*[/b] was the sound Tina's body made when her bowels began to push out. Her butt laid a big log into her panties, broke that one off and started another. [b]*PLLUUUURPP-bbl*[/b] and her panties were treated to a bushel of feces.

[i]++Lindesfarne giggled, stroking Alfonse's cheek, "Oh Alfonse, I am so in-heat for you!"

"How many children do you want?" asked Alfonse.++[/i]

Tina's bed had a big stain and so did her pants. She gripped the poles of her bed and pushed out her dump, taking a satisfaction in it. The warm wetness on her skin reminded her of when she peed her pants on a car ride back from the zoo when she was four or so. Her dad was so annoyed, shouted at her, and she cried.

But she couldn't cry this time. She would take her accident like an adult, especially since Orange would be waiting for her to change her pants!

When she pushed herself up, pee dripped from her jeans. The sheets were soaked yellow with a prominent wetness. The fabric folded and crumpled together like a dish towel.

Tina was careful getting up as the crap in her pants swayed with her every movement, but it couldn't be helped. The poop in her underwear was not a delicate statue. Nervously, she sat right down on them, squishing the feces all around her basement. She grimaced and smiled at the same time.

The odor was apparent. It caught Tina's nose like a poltergeist, even if she liked the smell on some level.

She looked at the book, "Must be a really exciting read!"

Darryl was in agony.

He had walked around his small room, frustrated with how badly he needed to pee but couldn't get himself to do it in his pants. He cursed his years of adamant potty training, but going in his pants was not happening.

He needed some sort of trick. Drinking more water was not going to get him to release. He sat down on the floor taking his head into his hands. Soiling himself had been a constant humiliation since he got involved with the supernatural. He could count at least ten times he was so scared of something he messed himself. He wished he could be scared by something but he didn't know where to go for a good dangerous scare and it was against the rules.

There were also the times where he got dumb and soiled himself in that state. In a state where all socially learned behavior is out the window, one does not care if they are relieving themself into their pants- a societal concern. Darryl had been atavized a few times and each time he did, he ruined a pair of pants.

That was how easy it was for someone with their mind drained. It wasn't a matter. For a minded person like Darryl, it was a difficulty. He tried to get into that mindset- the mindset of someone gone primal. No understanding of language, no care of behavior.

"Urk urk," said Darryl, and it felt good.

He crawled around the room, "Oook ook."

He got up. He never crawled around as a dumbed down human- he walked! He walked up to his book shelf and took a book. He knew how to read but it was fun to pretend he didn't.

"Oook urk ooooook," he said looking at the pages. He caught a sentence before he closed the book and kept the illusion going. He was [i]not[/i] supposed to be able to read! He took a bite out of the book then let it fall from his mouth to the floor.

He walked around the room, his posture hunched and apelike. He picked up a pencil from the nightstand sniffed it then tossed it over his shoulder. He saw a Rubik's cube and picked it up, picking at the stickers and dropping it like anything else.

When he went to reach for another book, he knocked his bottle of water on the floor. Its cap being off, water began to pour onto the carpet, soaking it. Darryl was quick to reach for it but then he thought that it wasn't going to cause any serious damage and nothing was electrical. An ape wouldnt care.

The water reached his feet. He took a step into it and it made a squish. It was a gratifying sound to hear on some primal level. He giggled. It was fun to make a mess! He went over to his shelf with his little figurines. They were cheap so it wasn't a big deal when he swatted them off the shelf.

As he swatted them onto the floor like a dumb ape, giggling like a monkey, it happened. His bladder finally thought it was time to relax. A wet spot blossomed on his crotch and streamed down his legs, tinkling onto the floor and mixing in with the water the bottle spilled. The sides of Darryl's pants soon grew thick streams down the insides.

He giggled louder and wilder, drooling at bit. There was a [b]*FLORRRRRP*[/b] and Darryl was joyed to have his bowels let go. [b]*FLRRRRRP*[/b] [b]*pptpt*[/b] and [b]*KR-RUP-RUP*[/b] and Darryl was laying a good crap in his underwear. He grinned dumbly and leaned forward, lost in the ecstasy of finally gone.

A few [b]*ppppbts*[/b] later and Darryl's wet underwear was weighed down by the hefty load he laid into his pants, the odor rising into the air and stinking up his room something wonderful. He looked down and peeled out his wet crotch. He did it!

"Ook," he said.

He had to show Milrew though, so with a load in his underwear wagging behind him, he went to the door and walked out into the halls. Out in the halls with the sunlight beaming in from the windows, he instantly felt the cold wind of shame as he made the realization: he had totally messed his pants and everyone would know it was on purpose.

"Everyone has to do this," he told himself to lessen the flares of humiliation.

He turned cold when he heard someone walking up behind him, but he turned around and it was Tina... with wetness going down her pants. A blotch was on her shirt too. He wasn't the only one who soiled.

Tina smiled, brushing the hair out of her face, "Did... did you do it?"

Darryl grinned, "Yeah."

"Both of them...?" asked Tina.

Darryl patted his butt, "Yep. One and two."

Tina grinned, walking up beside him, "Me too. Now where's Milrew?"

They walked out into the living room and everyone stared at them. One girl broke out into a giggling fit seeing them. It didn't matter if everyone was supposed to do it or that everyone was going to end up doing it, seeing two adults with peed pants was laughable!

Milrew saw them come in and knew it was time for an examation. It didn't need to be so drastic with him walking around the two of them; pinching at their peed pant legs, and poking their butts. He had a wolverine's nose and smelled their urine and feces from across the room and knew they had passed the first part of the test.

"Yep," said Milrew with a proud smile looking up at the two humans, "You youngsters pass. All you have to do is wait thirty minutes before changing."

Milrew smiled and then walked off. Darryl and Tina stood there awkwardly, letting more eyes get a glimpse of their 'purpose'.

Hank had come out of his room to get a glass of orange juice after he finished climaxing to that lioness lady. He poured himself a glass and then walked over to check Darryl and Tina, impressed that they were able to do it within the first hour.

Sharon, hanging out in the back lounging area, was told what her boyfriend did and had to go see. She raced to the living room and her eyes lit up when she saw Darryl standing there with such a peed pair of pants!

"Well well well," said Sharon with a sly smile, "what do we have here?"

Darryl smiled, "Sorry babe. Your boyfriend didn't make it to the washroom."

Sharon rested her head on her hands on his shoulder. She smiled, "Guess I better go to the store and buy some diapers. My boyfriend's a smart guy but..." she tapped his chest, "he never passed Potty-Training."

"Sorry," said Darryl, smiling and rubbing Sharon's tummy, "the whole toilet thing- too complicated."

Hank couldn't help but stare. There they were, two of his housemates- no, [i]friends[/i]- standing in the middle of the room with wet stains on their pants so obvious they could have been billboards! Their smells for anyone to sniff! They were red with embarrassament but convicted to showing off their stains to the household!

Sharon walked to the back of Darryl and he blushed while his girlfriend prodded at the back of his pants, "No, no, [i]noooo[/i]. This isn't good. You're as incontinent as a bird! We'll have to put down newspaper everywhere!"

Hank has never heard any lover's teasing like that before, but how often did he come across people who totally messed their pants? There was a sick pleasure in hearing Sharon be so nasty to Darryl.

Tina giggled, gesturing at her wet pants, "When I went to the bathroom, the toilet seat was down so I figured it was out of order." She pinched a wet side of her pant leg, "What was I supposed to do but go in my pants?"

Sharon leaned down to inspect Tina's peed pants. She smirked, "I suppose you are right. If I was in that position, I would likely piss and shit my pants, too."

There was a loud [b]*hiiisssssss*[/b] like someone turned on the sink. Dripping soon followed. After that there was a mountainous [b]*BRBL-BLART!*[/b] [b]*ppt ptt ptpt pbbt*[/b] [b]*FLOOOOOORP!*[/b] [b]*grrrpkl grrrrpkl*[/b]. An odor hit the air.

Hank looked down at his crotch as his pants turned soaking wet and liquid dripped onto the floor. Pee streamed out the bottom of his legs and formed a puzzle beneath.

Every stared as a housemate relieved himself in front of them, filling his pants while sporting an expression that was only a sliver more excited than neutral. They watched as a bulge formed on the back of his pants, feces bundling in his underwear like chocolate mousse into a parchment bag.

"Oh my!" said Sharon.

Hank let it flow. He let it all out. His pants became drenched and a hefty odor smoked from his backside. The drizzle of fresh urine tickled his legs, leaving the tops of his thighs in constant barrage of wetness. He pushed his feces out, bundling it at the bottom of his ass cheeks.

It felt... pleasant. It reminded him of of a day when he was seven where he was playing on the soccer field and he had to go. He didn't want to go to the bathroom and felt tempted to pee in his pants. So he did! He was a mockery of the schoolyard but he only felt slightly embarrassed.

Darryl laughed, "Right in front of [i]everybody[/i]?"

A few others got close to Hank. He let people watch, gazing at his pissed legs and backside mound.

Hank took a sip of his orange juice. Lowering the cup, he said, "I really had to go."

Tina walked up and put a hand on Hank's chest. She looked down at the puddle he made, "W-wow... Hank."

Sharon circled around to Hank's backside and scrouched down, weighing the mound he made. It was warm on Sharon's hands, the heat seaping through his jeans. Sharon leaned up and put a hand on Hank's shoulder, "Ya pooped."

Hank chckled, "Sure feels like I did."

Sharon smirked, "Guess Darryl's not the only human around who's as incontinent as a bird."

Hank giggled, then let out a mocking "[i]CAW![/i]"- his eye bulging and his arms flapping. Darryl wasn't so dramatic and resigned to a simple "Tweet" which Tina then copied.

They all had a laugh.

Darryl and Sharon sat down on the couch. A chill went up Darryl's spine when he sat down on the load of crap in his drawers and mushed it around but he shifted around a bit and got used to the feel. Sharon sat beside him, cuddling strangely close for a guy who totally babied in his pants a few minutes ago. Darryl swung an arm around his girlfriend, holding her tight.

Hank went to the snack table, his big trunk of poop swinging behind him. Tina was there snacking on a turkey sandwich and the enchanted air fresheners that Milrew had put on the house that removed most of the smell must have been working great because Tina still had an appetite even with Hank's stool coming over to wave hi.

They giggled, the awkwardness between them too great to brush off.

"Tweet," said Tina.

"Caw", Hank said once again, although quieter.

Tina giggled, "If what Sharon was saying about birds not being able to hold in their poop, I might have to look at one to be my new spirit animal."

Hank nodded, "That or a skunk."

Tina thought for a moment, chewing on some of her sandwich. She swallowed, "How about a falcon? They're cool."

"I'd go with chicken," said Hank, "I'm a chicken."

"Why not a raven?" said Tina, "They're more dignified."

Hank chortled, "Which is the furthest thing from me," he waved a hand at his peed crotch, "even when I am obeying the rules of going to the bathroom."

"Maybe I'm the raven then," said Tina, "Dignified," she reached back and tugged at her pants, jiggling some feces around, "but still incontinent."

Hank snerked, "Everyone has their pros and cons."

Hank grabbed a couple of rolled up pieces of coldcuts and him and Tina went to go join Darryl and Sharon. Tina sat down undramatically but Hank had a load in his shorts. He turned to face his backside on a chair and sat down, feeling mixed emotions on his load smushing up against his butt.

There was discomfort, the warm stickiness spreading across his cheeks, but there was comfort too, like being wrapped in a warm blanket. There was shame as he had done something no human adult should do, but there was also pride as he did it so passionately and he felt like an animal. He sat himself down on his throne of monkeyish disregard for social etiquette.

The smell-reducing enchantment was working but surrounded by three people who had completely soiled themselves, Sharon's nose was picking up some odor! She ignored it. It would be her too, soon enough.

They hung around, chatting about things like which fruit grew in which region of the Earth, old cartoons they watched, and even speculated on the sex habits of the cast from the Star Fox video game franchise.

Traffic passing into the living room to get drinks or snack on foods got to see a few of their housemates, rather comfortable in wearing their soils. Nobody was else was getting close to doing the deed just yet, but it took some tension out of the air that was clogging up the place.

The guys continued to chat and laugh, but Hank went quiet. He said nothing but gazed at Sharon as she giggled and crawled around Darryl, so happy to be in the presence of her pants-pissing boyfriend.

"[i]Hank,[/i]" Darryl said sternly.

Everyone stared at Hank and saw that he had a prominent erection going up the side of his wet pant legs.

"Uhhh..." Hank looked around unsure what to do.

Sharon knew it was for her, and felt like any eye contact or any word would make things worse. She sighed, "Hank, you have to learn how to control yourself."

"Come on guys," said Hank. He signalled at his erection, "Can't you let me have this?"

They sighed.

Tina's heart raced. It would be soon that she would be able to go to Orange and get changed. Would it be proud of her for how thoroughly she messed her pants? The urine and feces had cooled quite a bit. The wetness on her pants had faded into a soft darkening. Tina watched the clock. It was getting close to 30 minutes. Time for a change!

Tina got up, "Ok. I think I'm going to see the clearers about changing my pants." She meant one clearer specifically.

"Really?" asked Darryl, "You look like you were really comfortable"- he waved at Tina's pants- "wearing those."

"I was," said Tina, "but... uh, I think I should keep my turnover up."

She walked off, confusing the rest of them with her off excuse. She had to stop herself from running to that door where the clearers' changing room was. Was it going to be busy? Were they ready for her to be changed? Her heart raced.

She opened the door and Orange and the blue clearers were sitting on chairs. They looked at her when she walked in but waited for her to close the door before saying anything.

Orange gazed upon Tina's pants. Wet streaks went from crotch to cuff! The strange lifeform- it couldn't smell but it could detect the ample amount of feces she had stored in her panties.

"Look at you!" it said.

Tina waved a hand shyly, "Hi."

The blue clearer smiled, "You are our first customer, to use a human expression."

She nodded, "Yeah. There are some others out there with peed pants but they are waiting a bit." She motioned at her pants, "I've been like this for awhile."

Orange got up, "Did you still want me to change you?"

Tina smiled, almost hopping with excitement, "Yes!"

Orange smiled and motioned at the changing table. Tina climbed up on the table, the soft plastic-covered cushion sinking beneath her. She kicked off her shoes and unbuckled her belt.

Orange pointed a translucent finger at her shirt. It had a stain on it, "What happened here?"

"Oh," said Tina, pulling out her shirt, there still a dampness lingering, "I was laying down when I... went. Guess I didn't just pee my pants; I peed my shirt!"

"It can be cleaned like any other," said the blue clearer.

Orange looked at Tina's pants. There was a mushy bulge at her butt. The clearer eyed it, "Let's get your pants off first."

Tina pushed the wet fabric down her legs and Orange tugged from its end and Tina's pant slid off, loud rubs heard as the wet pants pulled on her legs. They got the pants off her legs and dropped them to the floor with a damp splat.

Tina's legs were wet and her panties were stained with the dampness still apparent. There were brown stains on the bottom and the feces bulged from within.

Tina took her hands to the waistband, "How... how do I do this?"

"Shift to the edge of the table," said Orange, "Don't worry about making a mess."

Tina shifted over, not caring about any of the poop fell out but happy that it stayed inside her underwear on the way over to the edge. When Tina parked her murky ass close to Orange, it reached into her panties with his hand.

Tina couldn't feel anything specific, but the touch of the clearer's hand made the feces vanish. He dug into her shit-filled underpants and suctioned up a lot of the muck. Not all of it, that would require more precision, but enough to make the pair of panties not sag like a bindle.

Tina giggled, "It's a little ticklish."

"Do you mind?" asked Orange.

"Not really," said Tina.

"Let's get those panties off," said Orange.

Tina turned to face her legs outward. Orange grabbed her panties and tugged them off, revealing her naked vagina- wet with urine. Orange to a hand to her flesh- starting with her right thigh, and began cleaning- stroking down her thighs and making the wetness disappear.

The blue clearer watched from the corner of the room.

Tina looked at herself, "You know... if I take off this bra, I'd be completely naked."

"Do you want to?" asked Orange.

Tina nodded.

"Then go ahead," said Orange, its face full of acceptance and warmth.

Tina reached behind and unclipped her bra. Off it came, revealing her breasts. She took the bra and placed it on the side of the table.

Orange looked at her. It was hard to gauge what it meant when Orange scanned his form, but she wanted it to see her in the nude. There was a purity to it.

Orange took its hand to her crotch, the plastic surface wiping over her vulva gently. Tina blushed, a shaky grin appearing on her face. Orange seemed undisturbed by cleaning her loins.

"Do you want to know why I wanted to get naked?" asked Tina.

"Every mortal enjoys getting naked," said the blue clearer, "they like disregarding the containment of clothes."

Tina chuckled, "I suppose. Mostly, I want you to see me as [i]this[/i]. No bells and whistles. Pure."

"You want me to see you as an animal," said Orange.

Tina nodded, "Yeah."

Orange looked at the wet shimmer on Tina's stomach. The clearer climbed up onto the table and got beside Tina. The clearer's arm touched Tina's and she blushed.

The clearer wiped down Tina's torso, digging a side of his large boxy fingers into her belly button.

"I do see you as an animal," said Orange, "a human animal."

"What about seeing me as an [i]animal animal[/i]?" said Tina.

Orange smiled, "An animal animal wouldn't be talking right now. They would be making animal noises- in the case of a primate, ooks and grunts."

Tina stretched out her lips monkily, "Ook-oooook!"

Orange chuckled, getting off the table and motioning Tina close to the edge. It lifted up her legs to get her ass. There was still a lot of mess on there so the clearer got to work wiping it away from existence, Orange's hand like a wiper on a windshield.

"You certainly lack the toilet training of animal," said Orange.

Oh my God, thought Tina, did he just [i]tease[/i] me?

Tina ooked embarrassedly, blushing. Orange lifted another leg up and trailed a hand in her crack, touching a finger into her butthole for a moment.

"The house owner should put down newspaper around the house," said Orange, rubbing Tina's thigh and grinning, "Since you are too much of a common beast to not urinate and defecate freely."

He [i]is[/i] teasing me! though Tina.

Her heart raced.

"I'll talk with Milrew about setting up a cattle yard for you," said Orange.

Tina chortled, dove her eyes and let out a convincing, "[i]Moooooo[/i]!"

Orange chuckled, its androgynous voice ringing a warm tone. The blue clearer walked over and picked up the pants off the ground, still wet with urine. It pushed the waist of the pants into its torso and it began to slide through like the pants were riding a roller. When they came out the other side of the clearer's blue form, the pants were dry, clean, and had a neatness comparable to being ironed.

Orange wiped its hand on the table, dematerializing every stray bit of feces and urine. By the time it had its alien hands at the end of surface, the table was clean. It crouched down to pick up Tina's panties and hand them to the blue clearer to freshen up. Orange rode a hand over the carpet and the trace dampness and wet stains on the floor were gone.

While Tina put on her panties and jeans, Orange put Tina's shirt through its translucent magical body and the blue clearer 'pressed' Tina's shoes before handing the articles back to Tina. The human got herself redressed and hopped off the table.

She smiled at Orange, "Thanks again," she eyed over at the blue clearer, "Both of you."

"It was our pleasure," they said in unison.

Tina walked to the door, opening it she turned back. Orange grinned, "I assume that we will see you again soon, monkey!"

Tina swooned her eyes at Orange, "Ook ook!"

She walked out, closed the door, and the clearers were left alone. Orange, a creature of a muted emotional range, felt something twitch at the bottom of its non-existent heart.