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Ferneon was having a rather pleasant dreams. The place around him was dark, a bit like the jungle during the night. He could smell bananas in the air; and he felt some kind of deep, guilty pleasure. But his slumber was interrupted when suddenly his alarm, on his phone, rang. Panicked, he woke up, and glanced at the clock - only to realize that he was late for his flight. He had won a ticket for a non-stop flight across the globe, and if he was about to miss the plane.

He jumped off his bed and put on dark underwears, a pair of tight sports shorts and the only shirt he could find. He dashed into the bathroom and tried to empty his bladder, but his manhood was still stiff from his dream, and nothing would come out. He frustratingly gave up, and made his way to the airport. He was going to have plenty of time to do that once in the plane.

The inside of the airplane was full, at least in his section, which had two dozen rows of seats. He found an empty spot all the way in the back. He sat down. The door of the airplane closed mere minutes afterwards. That was close, he observed. The passengers were advised to buckle up, which he did; and the plane started moving. Soon enough, they became airborne.

Once the airplane had reached its cruising speed, some forty thousand feet from the ground, passengers were allowed to unbuckle, and Ferneon relaxed. This was going to be a long flight - an estimated 23 hours non-stop flight to Agarta, the land of the Federation of Pangaea. The ticket was the best bargain of his life - sure, he had never heard of a flight service named "Animals Airlines" before, but he had gotten the tickets for a few hundred bucks only. Looking around, he could tell his fellow passengers were equally happy of the price of their flight, too.

The flight attendant soon came around, offering refreshments. When she came to him, Ferneon could not help but find her kind of cute. With her rounded nose and her front teeth, she looked like an adorable chipmunk. He noticed her name tag, "Roseera".

"May I offer you some coffee?" she asked, smiling at him.

"Sure!" Ferneon happily accepted.

He could use a bit of caffeine to wake himself up.

"Oh, it's your birthday?" she inquired, looking at his chest.

Looking down, Ferneon realized that he was wearing the shirt he had gotten for his birthday, on which was written, "It's My Birthday!", followed by a smiling, cartoon stork, holding a bundle in its beak.

"Oh yeah, that was yesterday", he said, almost apologetically. "Got it and left it next to my bed... I didn't... this morning... you know..."

"Well", gently cut Roseera, "I wish you a happy birthday."

She gave him a large, chocolate muffin, with a brown, domed, shiny top. It looked absolutely delicious.

"Oh! Wow. Er, thanks!" he blushed, embarrassed.

Roseera simply winked, and tended to the next passengers. Ferneon merrily ate his muffin. It was indeed absolutely delicious. He sipped down his coffee, gazing at the cloud through the window. When 7h30 came, he realized that he was finally ready to empty that bladder. Last time he had went was yesterday, around ten P.M., right before going to bed; so he was kind of overdue.

He stood up and squeezed himself between the passengers; inching towards the bathroom. He eventually reached it. He wrapped his hand around the doorknob.

The doorknob was locked.

At first he thought there was someone using the bathroom. But then he saw the note on the door:

"Bathroom out of bounds - This bathroom has a pressure breach, and has been sealed, for your safety. Please use diapers."

Looking at his left, he saw a pile of adult diapers, whimsically placed on a plastic reindeer.

Stunned, Ferneon made his way back through the rows of passengers, and sat back down in his seat. So that's why they were practically giving away the tickets. He should have checked for reviews about Animals Airlines first. "I can hold it", he thought to himself. "I just need to stop thinking about it."

He brought his phone out, and started playing some game. Soon enough, he thought more about his game than anything else, which was good. He meanwhile saw many other passengers also try the bathroom, and come back, frustration on their faces.

At about 8h15 A.M., the passengers around him had started chattering, filling the place up with a pleasant, warm ambience. However, he could not help but notice that one passenger was asleep. She was sleeping so deeply, she was actually drooling a bit, which made Ferneon chuckle.

"Hey Husky", a young man said, also noticing the woman. "Look at that sleepyhead!"

"Leave her be, Slinky", his friend Husky replied. "You are one to talk, oversleeping your party last year."

Slinky made a hurt smile, but nevertheless kept staring at the woman.

Ferneon did not want to look like Slinky, so he was about to stop watching the woman, when he saw that the woman's face suddenly began changing. The changes were so subtle, but Ferneon could swear that the woman's nose slowly grew wider. The tip of her nose inflated, just a little, becoming rather feline. And her drooling mouth looked increasingly like that of a lion. Actually, after a few minutes, Ferneon realized that her face indeed now looked like that of a lioness.

Ferneon was feeling a mixture of horror and of amazement; the woman was turning into a sleeping, drooling lioness, right in front of him, only a few dozen feet away. He could only see her head, but already was it finishing to transform; her hair becoming like a mane, and pointed teeth becoming visible in her open, snoring mouth.

"Looks like someone has gotten the Circe Virus", Slinky observed.

The Circe Virus was still being studied, it was a virus that would transform the host's cells into those of another random species. It was extremely contagious, it could even become airborne when the infected host released gases.

Ferneon became really nervous. He looked at the woman's lioness face again. A soft fuzz was growing all over her face, as the final touch. He knew the rest of her body was probably following.

"Eww", Slinky suddenly exclaimed. "Looks like she needed to pee - urgh, it smells like a cat's!"

Ferneon saw the woman close her mouth and sigh with relief; he even thought he saw her smile in her sleep.

"I think she's enjoying it", Slinky confirmed. "Urgh. You know, people that go in their pants, they should have an animal to represent them. You know, to symbolize them."

"Oh?" Husky smiled. "A pig?"

"No, a duck!" Slinky corrected. "Think about it. They pee and poop in their lake... and then... they sit right in it."

"Oh my gosh that's so true", Husky laughed.

"They even have sex in it. So gross. Ducks are totally the perfect match. Or swans or geese, since they do the same thing."

Ferneon instinctively held his breath. That lion woman was very bad news. But after a while he realized he just could not stop breathing. Also, he did not seem to have any symptoms; maybe she was just too far to affect him. He just had to sit there for another 22 hours, far away from her, and he should be safe.

Ferneon was still feeling the vague need to use the bathroom, though. He decided to try and take his mind off, and began reading an article about cows and greenhouse gases.

It was 9h00 o'clock in the morning when Ferneon was reading how producing beef was just environmentally absurd, given that you basically had to grow food to feed your food, instead of simply eating the original food. Ferneon could not help but agree, he himself was vegetarian, for that very reason. More efficient food meant more efficient farming lands, which in turn meant less deforestation, and more forests and animals. They were starting to do exactly that in the Federation of Pangaea anyways. Suddenly, thought, his train of thoughts were interrupted by a horrible smell. It smelled almost like raw gasoline. He looked up.

"Arghf", Husky grunted. "It stinks!"

Ferneon scanned the passengers. No one, except the lioness, seemed to be in any trouble.

"Hey, Slinky!" Husky giggled, waving a hand in front of his nose. "You're more silent than usual! Could it be that you 'ducked', like you keep calling it? Or 'goosed', or whatever?"

"I didn't goose", Slinky answered. "It was just a fart."

Ferneon looked at Slinky. He was very still in his seat, but Ferneon suddenly saw his nostrils flare. A few seconds later, a new wave of stench filled the airplane.

"Oh, Slinky!" Husky laughed. "Can't you stop? Some people here need to breathe, from time to time."

Ferneon could not bear the smell. He saw Slinky's nose grow a bit, until it looked like a short snout. Then, the tip of his nose slowly swelled, becoming rounder, pushing his nostrils further apart. His nostrils themselves curved into a sort of "C" shape, as if to become permanently flared. His new, little nosepad was so smooth, it was actually a bit shiny; it even had a slight pink tint to it.

"It was just another fart", Slinky said, rather absentmindedly, as he was shifting in his seat as if to have a better position.

Suddenly, Ferneon clearly heard the soft, muffled sound of someone pooping in his pants. Slinky simply sat there, trying to look innocent, while a large stripe of white fur started growing all the way down to his nose, stopping only a few inches above his pink, chubby nosepad.

Ferneon almost choked in the thick, skunk smell. He could see Slinky's face become increasingly animalistic, and as a result, Slinky was becoming increasingly gross and relieving himself. Eventually, Slinky comfortably sat back down, lifted his nose, and sniffed the air, as if looking for food. His face was completely skunk-like, with the stripe and the snout and the soft almond shaped eyes.

"Oh... goosing smells bad", he simply moaned. "But it feels so good..."

Ferneon could not breathe anymore. He tried breathing through his shirt, but it did not filter out the smell.

"Try this", the woman neighboring his seat said. "It's a lip balm, it smells fruity. Put some on your nose."

Ferneon gladly followed the woman's instructions. She was right, once he was done, he could only smell banana, which was much more bearable than pure skunk. He gave the lip balm back to the woman:

"Thank you so much, lady. It does work quite nicely, I would have never thought of that."

"Please, call me Jalysson. And you are very welcome."

Ferneon wanted to thank Jalysson some more, but he realized that his bladder was beginning to feel very heavy. He had to concentrate a bit, to refrain the urge of flooding his shorts. It has already been 12 hours since last time he went. Not to mention the fact he had not pooped since last week, thanks to all the stress surrounding his birthday and visits and travels and such.

Ferneon sat back, and resumed reading his article on his phone, hoping to avoid thinking about it all too much.

At about noon, Roseera the flight attendant came back. It was time for lunch; and she began giving away packages and snacks. She eventually reached his seat.

"Hello again!" she said, with that cutest chipmunk smile of hers. "Did you enjoy your coffee and your muffin?"

"Oh, yeah", Ferneon said. "You are very kind."

Ferneon could not help but ask the obvious, though:

"So... what happened to the toilets?"

"Oh, there's a hole in the wall, so the whole bathroom depressurizes when we're in flight. Don't worry, we've sealed the door shut. Do you need to use the bathroom?" she suddenly asked, with a weird kind of eagerness.

"No", he lied, causing her to seem disappointed somehow. "Hey, did you notice that some passengers have gotten the Circe virus?"

"Oh, yeah", Roseera said. "It might be fun, though. Becoming a wild animal. Must feel so liberating."

Ferneon was puzzled by Roseera's answer. He was about to reply something, but Roseera announced:

"Hey, I brought you something, since it's your birthday and all."

She gave him a dish full of greens. It actually looked pretty good, there were even beautiful flowers in it.

"I brought you a special salad, I saw you have been reading about vegetarianism lately, so I concluded you might be one."

"Uh, yeah! I am!" Ferneon said, embarrassed by the gift. The salad was really gorgeous, there were leaves that looked like delicate arrow heads. "What's the salad made of?"

"Oh, you probably never heard of it. It's a bindweed salad, it grows in the wild in Laurentia, you know, North America. It's super environmentally friendly, since it grows like crazy, doesn't need farming, all that."

Ferneon had indeed never heard of bindweed.

"Well, thanks!"

"Enjoy!" Roseera concluded with her adorable smile, before heading back.

The greens were actually pretty good for a wild plant. And those beautiful flowers - they looked like white little trumpets, with delicate touches of pink.

As Ferneon finished the whole dish, he noticed that a woman further in the rows was in some distress. Ferneon saw that she had smudged chocolate all over her nose, probably to counter the smell of the skunk. Right now though she was moaning in despair.

"No... I don't want to poop my pants..."

She closed her eyes and grunted with much effort. But suddenly her eyes turned to pure panic.

"Oh... I think something came out... Oh gosh..."

As for the skunk and the lioness, Ferneon could only see her head. She was breathing very rapidly. Then she held her breath... and moaned again in despair:

"Please, no... It feels like I'm lying little chocolate eggs right in my underwear..."

Her face pushed to become somewhat longer. It did not take long for her to look like a bunny. Her rabbit nose, still covered with chocolate, wriggled in the cutest way.

"Anot-tsk-tsk-ther one is coming out-tsk-tsk... Oh... st-tsk-tsk-tupid tsk-tail wont-tsk-tsk-tsk let-tsk me pull my pants-tsk-tsk down anymore..."

Ferneon could guess she was now filling her underwear with "chocolate eggs".

Meanwhile, a passenger was chatting with Husky:

"Why do they call you Husky?"

"Well", Husky explained. "I really love huskies. I have three at home, they're my family. Did you know that in the animal world, having a dry nose is bad? So I let them lick my nose. When they do, I don't dry off my nose. Even when the saliva dries, it makes my nose look a bit shiny."

Ferneon grimaced with disgust.

"I love dogs too!" the other passenger said. "Well, most animals, anyway. Look, I have brought a magazine with plenty of nice pictures."

The passenger gave Husky a magazine, which Husky opened eagerly. Ferneon could see Husky's face light up with interest.

"Wow", he said. "They are nice indeed. Oh, there's a few beautiful wolves, too."

"Keep it! I have plenty."

Ferneon saw Husky browse the wolf pictures. He seemed to really like wolves. Soon, he stuck his tongue out, curved it up, and actually licked his nose.

"Oh, sexy wolves..." he moaned, his wet nose flaring.

He began panting, and his tongue hanged out of his open mouth.

After a few minutes, he suddenly retracted his tongue, closed his mouth, and whined for a minute or two. Then, finally, he sighed satisfyingly.

"Oh, marking my territory felt so good..."

He kept watching the wolves pictures, and let his tongue hang out again. Ferneon could tell he was not done; more was coming.

As 1h00 o'clock came, Husky closed his mouth yet again. Though, this time, he also closed his eyes. Slowly, he lifted his wet nose up, and began to let out a soft howl.

"Oh... oh gosh... Oaah... Aaaaaoooooooooooooo..."

The wet, tip of his nose inflated to become much rounder, just like a cherry. His whole nose and mouth followed and pushed into a short, almost puppy dog muzzle. Ferneon guessed Husky was basically pooping. Husky's cheeks blushed, as he gave in to the urge, like an animal. His muzzle kept growing longer, and longer, until it reached the full length of a wolf's.

When he was done he panted with relief. He turned his head at the woman who gave him the magazine:

"Gildaphne, do I look like a husky?"

Husky's expression was a mixture of shock and uncertainty, with a bit of excitement. Ferneon could say with certainty that he looked like a wolf. The tip of his nose, which was still wet with the layers of dog saliva and his own, was already darkening to look like a dog's nosepad. Fuzz had grown all over his face, and there was white below his cheeks, and darker patches around his eyes, just like a wolf. His eyes had become golden, but Ferneon could tell Husky did not see super well with them, and that his canine nose was his new main organ to sense the world.

"Oh yeah, a real beautiful husky", Gildaphne answered.

Ferneon could not believe it. An actual werewolf transformation, right in front of him. There were now four human-animal things in the airplane, sitting as fellow passengers and giving him as much more risks for him to get infected. He was starting to wonder if the low price of the tickets was not a trap. "Animals Airlines"... he had never heard of it before... maybe that was because the people that stepped in would then come back out as wild animals. And the virus... spreading through gases and wastes... locking the toilets was the best way to ensure passengers would go in their pants, and spread the virus around more efficiently...

"I need to go", a voice suddenly said.

Ferneon saw that it was a young man who had spoken. He was sitting still in his seat, and his face was expressing an almost epic mixture of despair and embarrassment.

"Just hold it in", Gildaphne said. "You only have sixteen hours to go. You've been able to hold it for all that time; surely you can hold it until we land."

"That's the thing... I don't think I can anymore."

The young man grimaced as a cramp seized his belly. Ferneon could see his belly was actually slightly swelled, and super tense.

"Just do the dragon", Gildaphne suggested. "It takes your mind off, and so, you're less likely to have an accident. Just do the dragon - try and remember what are the eleven characteristics of a Chinese Dragon."

"Uh, well, wits of a monkey..."

The young man moaned because of another cramp.

"...um, the crest of a rooster... the legs of a horse, claws of a tiger, belly of a rabbit..."

He stopped, and breathed rapidly, as if out of breath. There were pearls of sweat emerging on his forehead, his face was becoming shiny.

"Ghn... uh... Serpent body, bull face, dog ears, rat whiskers, a goat's goatee..."

He suddenly sat straight in his seat, holding his breath, grasping the fabric he was sitting on. Then, everyone heard the sound of diarrhea slowly rushing out, slightly muffled by the seat.

"Oh gosh..." he said, a tear rolling down his blushing cheeks. "And a pig's nose", he concluded.

His nose eagerly began transforming; it upturned as he kept popping his pants, and grew longer so to rapidly become a pig's snout. Ferneon could smell the accident; an odor of rotten egg filled his nostrils. The lip balm on his nose had lost its effectiveness. The young man was still crying as he just could not stop the accident, his pig nose proving he was just an animal.

He closed his eyes embarrassingly, the airplane filling up with the stench. His face kept transforming, though. Under his pig nostrils, his mouth grew rounder, just like a goat's. His muzzle was a bit strange, mixing elements from two farm animals. His skin, however, was perfectly smooth there; it was in fact almost shiny, like an inflated balloon. The transformation spread along the ridge of his snout, and reached his eyes - still closed - and his sweaty forehead. Two rows of little bumps appeared on his forehead, and ran straight up into his hair, where they were hidden. Not long after, two horns sprouted from his hair, curving backwards a bit.

"What the heck?..." Ferneon was puzzled, he had never seen such an animal before. "A horned pig?"

A flap of skin dangled from his chin, and his ears migrated up a little bit, almost joining his horns, like a deer's.

As the skin on his muzzle and his face began to tile into beautiful scales, Ferneon suddenly realized what the young man was transforming into - a dragon.

The scales surrounded the young man's closed, tearful eyes, and ran down his neck, which was beginning to grow longer and slender. Ferneon could not help but find that the young man was turning into quite a beautiful dragon. The dragon's nostrils, after all that time breathing in his own methane and gases, were starting to smoke. When he was done relieving himself, he opened his eyes; and that is when his eyes - now the colour of gold - looked down at his new snout. The young dragon's mouth opened with shock:

"A d... dragon?!..."

He carefully felt the tip of his snout with his tongue.

"Ooh! Hot."

A kind of primordial joy overcame him. He was a dragon! He cocked his head backwards, and let out a bright gust of fire, that shot out of his mouth and vanished a mere second after. Ferneon could only see the dragon's head, but soon he also saw a long, serpentine tail wave around, flickering into view from behind the seat.

"I can't believe it", Ferneon said.

But even more unbelievable was the fact that he was not only starting to really feel the need to urinate, he was also beginning to feel the need to poop. He realized quite a bit of it was most probably gases, so he kept looking around as if nothing was happening, while he discreetly pushed for some gases to come out.

A tiny, dry fart came out - but it made quite a loud noise, it comically sounded like a rubber ducky. Ferneon decided to wait a bit for another passenger to transform; that way people's attention would be shifted away from him.

"Hey, are you drinking from a plastic straw?" Glidaphne suddenly exclaimed.

Ferneon saw that Gildaphne was addressing to another woman, who was casually drinking some kind of milkshake through a straw.

"Yeah", the woman said. "What about it?"

"The turtles!" Gildaphne replied. "Do you hate turtles? Each days they choke on plastic trash in the oceans."

"I actually don't care much for turtles."

"Well, I do like turtles! Very much in fact. They have a right to be, just like us."

"Well, they can always personally come to me if there's a problem."

"That's not fair! They need people to speak on their behalf! And that's what I am doing!"

"Listen, lady. I am trying hard to avoid having an accident, thanks to the washrooms being sealed. So if you could just cut me some slack, that'd be great."

Gildaphne typed on her phone. Then she turned her phone screen towards the woman. On the screen, there was a video about sea turtles and how plastic waste was killing them. Gildaphne made sure the volume on her phone was cranked up to the max.

"Stop it", the woman said, trying hard to ignore the blaring voice and emotional music from the documentary.

"Sure, when you'll stop using that straw."

A minute passed, then two. The documentary was still blaring in the airplane, pictures of beautiful sea turtles filling Gildaphne's phone screen. Gildaphne was satisfied to see that the woman was becoming really uncomfortable.

"Please, stop it", the woman pleaded. "I think I'm about to... to..."

"To what?" Gildaphne said, defiantly. "To grow a care for hawksbill turtles?"

But the woman did not answer. Instead, she opened wide her mouth, and let out a wide, horrified gasp. She crossed her legs as she tried to hide her accident.

"Oh gosh", she said. "Oh gosh, it keeps coming out..."

Her nose and her open mouth immediately began pushing, first forming a shapeless protuberance on her face, but then rapidly growing into a beak; a hawk's beak. Her eyes became eagle-like, as she kept her beak open with the shock. Her beak, still pointing up at the sky, was the colour of her skin at first, but it quickly turned into beautiful shades of golden - especially around the nostrils - and bluish black near the tip. She could not help but let out a surprised screech, as her hands began sprouting feathers and becoming useless wings.

"Damn you and your turtles", she said to Gildaphne, still sitting in her mess so to avoid other passengers from seeing she had had an accident.

Ferneon could tell Gildaphne was actually satisfied by the turn of events. It was true that hawks would have harder time using straws.

"That's how we do it in Pangaea! Someone has to speak for the animals."

"We do?" Ferneon asked.

"Yessss", Gildaphne's tongue briefly shot out of her lips."Pleasssse do."

Ferneon was slightly freaked out by Gildaphne's sudden serpentine speech. He then realized, Gildaphne was talking way too much, as opposed to being silent for most of the travel. Could it be that she was nervous and trying to hide something?... Ferneon sniffed the air. There was all that stench from the previous accidents, but he could definitely detect something new - a weird, garlicky odor.

He was about to ask her, but before he did, he suddenly saw that Gildaphne's mouth and nose were slowly pushing into a short, round snout. Her nostrils had become completely round, she actually looked kind of cute with that little snout.

"Oh my gosh", she exclaimed. "It'sssssss a reptile beak! I have a hawkssssssssbill turtle beak!"

She closed her mouth, and actually started pushing so to poop her pants faster.

"Come on... I want a hawkssssssbill beak..." she moaned excitedly. "Oh, I can feel it, the turtle head isssssss coming out into my undiesssss..."

Ferneon was gaping with disbelief. She was actually pooping on purpose, in the hope of having a turtle beak. As Gildaphne kept pushing, however, a long, scaled, pointy tail emerged from her rear, and slowly slithered around the back of her seat as it grew longer and longer. It made one coil around her seat, then two, then three. It simply remained there, coiled around the thing, its shiny green scales contrasting over the dull grey fabric.

She was turning into a serpent. Not quite the reptile she had in mind.

Ferneon watched her as her neck also grew much longer. She simply waved her body in her seat; her arms shrinking and then her legs too. She delightfully licked her snout with her red, forked tongue. She curved her neck gracefully, and looked at her fellow passengers with lustful, golden eyes.

"Anybody wantsssss to have sssssssome good time with that reptile-loving girl?" She asked between two flickers of her tongue. "You'll ssssssee... My ssssscales are sssssmoother than plasssstic, and they're absssssolutely green..."

Ferneon forced himself to stop gazing at her. What was he thinking about? She was a serpent hybrid thing, and her body stinked of garlicky, grass snake defense fluid. He glanced at the clock. With all that, it was 4h03 of the afternoon. He really needed to pee now. And his bowels movements were becoming increasingly intense, he felt as if he had taken a laxative. He should have gone more regularly - the mass of one week's worth of birthday meals was beginning to feel heavy in his belly. If only he could relieve some pressure, by letting out a bit of gases - but he did not dare to fart, after that time earlier when it came out just a bit quieter than bursting balloon. He did not want people, especially not the cute Roseera, to think he was having an accident too.

He watched almost absentmindedly as a passenger lifted his nose, like a groundhog sniffing the air. Ferneon saw the passenger's face push into a rodent-like muzzle, at the tip of which his nose had become round, with his nostrils wide apart, perfectly adapted for swimming. Two long front teeth could be seen in the passenger's smiling mouth, as his face rapidly grew a brown fuzz. Ferneon realized the passenger had slowly turned into a beaver, smiling with relief.

Ferneon decided to search on Duckduckgo "how to fart silently". He was a bit embarrassed searching for such a thing, but he really needed to know, now. After a while, he stumbled upon an article. "To pass gases silently, very few people realize that they just need to do what I call a soft wedgie. Basically, you push your underwear into your butt crack, so that the cheeks are separated by the fabric. The more you push it towards your anus, the better. Ideally, you could even insert a little bit of the fabric into your anal opening. That way when gases come out, it oozes through the underwear fabric, and the butt cheeks don't vibrate, eliminating the noise." Ferneon discreetly slipped a hand in his shorts, and began pushing the fabric of his underwear into his butt crack. He did not even have time to remove his hand as he inadvertently let out a gas. It came out silently, the warm wind oozing right through the cotton before flooding his shorts and his hand. Ferneon relaxed and smiled, he looked like a dog being scratched - the relief just felt so good.

He kept letting out farts, until he suddenly felt something solid reaching the threshold.

"Oh shit", he said, holding his breath and grunting so that the thing remained inside, hidden in the depths of his bowels.

A strong, dizzying smell of manure filled the place up. Ferneon blushed, he did not expect to stink that much. But then he realized it was not coming from him. Another passenger, on all four in a seat in front of him, was letting out a plentiful amount of gases. Ferneon could see his face - his face was expressing a kind of fatalistic resignation. He was simply standing there, his nostrils flaring as he let out yet another loud gas. Ferneon opened his mouth to tell him about the trick he had learned, but that was when he saw the man close his eyes with despair. Ferneon heard a soft, crackling sound - he instantly recognized it as poop coming out. The man, still standing on all fours, kept his eyes closed as the smell of manure doubled. His nostrils widened even more, and actually became darker; and so did the tip of his nose, which became round in the process. The whole thing rapidly became heavy and round, rather equine in nature.

"Oh... I guess I know now how horses feel like... when they poop their horsy diaper..." he moaned.

His nose kept growing longer and longer. It was becoming a fully grown, horse snout. The tip of his muzzle, especially around his nostrils and his mouth, turned a shade of black. But since it was a newly formed muzzle, the skin was still shiny there; and so the round tip, his lips and his wide nostrils looked almost like varnished ebony.

Ferneon could only see the front of the passenger. But when the passenger widened his quadrupedal stance, Ferneon instantly recognized the stance of a horse urinating. Fine, black lines emerged all over the passenger's face. His hair grew slightly longer, until it became a mane falling over his eyes. His mane then separated into a precession of black and white zones, all along his neck. Two long ears stood erect on each sides of the mane.

Ferneon was watching him become a zebra.

The zebra-headed man snorted and took his breath. He lifted one of his hands, and began petting his own nose.

"You're a good horse. Such a good horse. And so soft..."

The zebra's thighs became much more muscular, and so did his chest; and they all inflated until the fabric of his clothes began to rip. The zebra had shifted in his seat, and Ferneon could now see his thighs peeking through a rip in the side of his jeans. The skin was white and shiny, almost like wax; and fine, horizontal lines were now stretching across his thighs.

Despite the impressive manure smell, Ferneon could not help but find the zebra kind of sexy. The zebra was still gently stroking the black and shiny tip of his nose, but soon his fingers merged and formed a long canon, growing into rather elegant hooves - hooves that were designed by Nature to be fast and powerful, to beat the ground like a musical instrument. The hooves were round, shiny, and looked like sculpted and polished ebony.

Ferneon dreamingly gazed at the beautiful, almost tribal zebra for some more time; but Roseera suddenly appeared to interrupt his stupor. It was already 6h00 P.M., Ferneon discovered with surprise.

"Hello birthday boy!" Roseera said teasingly. "It's time for supper!"

"Right!", Ferneon said, smiling at Roseera's adorable face.

"So... did you make a little poopsie, yet?" Rossera asked, a morbid curiosity in her eyes.

"No!" Ferneon protested. "I'm not an animal - I can actually hold myself."

Ferneon was puzzled to see that Roseera seemed almost disappointed.

"Oh. Ah well", she said. "I brought you some more surprises! This is a plate of sushi, you know how seaweed is good. And I even brought you a special desert - this is a little box of chocolates."

Ferneon's mouth watered as he saw the sushis and the chocolates. Those were probably his two most favorite foods. He found no words to fully express his gratitude:

"This looks so good... I don't know how to thank you..."

Roseera smiled:

"Thanks me later - by making satisfied sounds, and having fun!"

She then went away. Ferneon was left with all that awesome food to eat. And so he began with the sushis. He loved sushis. He ate all nine, not knowing that the flight attendant had laced them with laxative. He simply ate, blissfully ignorant, smiling at how kind Roseera was.

After barely a quarter of an hour, he was done eating the sushis, and he realized he was still hungry. No matter, he still had that box of chocolates. He began popping them into his mouth. They all had real coffee in them; Ferneon did not know that Roseera had selected them for their high content of caffeine. And one of the sides effects of coffee was...

"I really need to go", he mumbled, his mouth full of his fifth chocolate.

However, a commotion distracted him. The skunk and the rabbit were laughing at one of the passengers, for he was trying and making his way through the rows, towards the toilets. By the way he walked, his legs shaking and barely able to stand upright, he was obviously in desperate need.

"Hey, Bambi On Ice, the toilets are sealed, you know", Slinky said.

"He's Rudolph", the bunny countered. "If he opens that door, he's gonna make hist-tsk-tsk-tory."

The man she called "Rudolph" eventually made it through the passengers. His legs crossed, and clenching his buttocks, he tried the bathroom's locked door knob. It remained locked.

Ferneon saw panic on Rudolph's face. Rudolph's face was beginning to be shiny with sweat. He looked around, as if lost. He grasped his phallus through his jeans, and with both hands he squeezed as hard as he could, hoping to prevent anything from coming out. However he was also having cramps, and so he bent a little, hoping to ease the pain.

But Rudolph had forgotten about the plastic reindeer, right behind him.

Ferneon saw the round tip of the plastic reindeer's nose literally disappear into Rudolph's butt crack. The passengers exploded with laughter. Ferneon could guess that the plastic reindeer had pretty much pushed the fabric of Rudolph's underwear right into his anus. Shocked, Rudolph looked at the passengers with the exact same expression as that of a deer in the headlights of a car.

"Look, Rudolph is getting penetrated by another male! Just like a real deer."

Rudolph realized he indeed looked as if he was having sex with a plastic reindeer's nose. He hurried to make a small step, letting the object slip right back out. But that was a mistake. The nose that was acting as a plug was now gone, and Ferneon saw a turd slowly come out, forming a tiny bulge at the back of Rudolph's pants.

Rudolph froze with horror. He simply licked his nose, like a distressed animal.

"Oh... salty", he said as he tasted the sweat that was covering his nose.

Ferneon watched with morbid fascination as the bulge in Rudolph's pants slowly grew. People often imagined that when someone would poop his/her pants, the bulge would reach enormously betraying proportions. But in truth, pooping your pants would usually result in a bulge that was barely noticeable, especially if you were doing it in jeans, as the mess would simply spread along the butt crack as opposed to coming straight out. Ferneon could tell that was what was happening right now. Rudolph's expression switched to one of guilty relief. Ferneon guessed Rudolph was feeling much better now. His face began pushing, too; forming a short, pointed snout. The tip of his nose, now shiny with a wet coat of saliva, grew much wider and larger, pushing his small nostrils far apart, and becoming a slightly pinkish nosepad. Rudolph made a blissful smile.

"Rudolph the wet-nosed reindeer", the passengers began to sing teasingly. "Had a very shiny nose!... And if you ever saw him... you would've said it glowed... All the other reindeers... used to laugh and call him names!... They just left poor Rudolph... poop and pee his pants again!"

A long tail, with its upper side red and its underside white, sprouted right through his jeans, right on top of his butt. It was a Whitetail Deer tail. Rudolph was turning into a whitetail. He licked his nose again, and as his nosepad became a shade darker - approaching the color of dark cherry -, Rudolph's grip on his crouch loosened. Instantaneously, a steady stream of urine began coming out, making a dark area of wetness in his jeans, an area that rapidly grew all over the front of his pants and down his thighs.

"Oh", he moaned with relief, as his face and muzzle made their final pushes and became exactly like that of a deer.

He panted through his wet nostrils, and Ferneon discovered that Rudolph was having an erection. He then remembered that deers associated urine with sex, often rubbing themselves in their own pee. In fact, Rudolph was already beginning to massage his erected phallus, rubbing it in his soaked pants. Beautiful antlers began to sprout in his hair, growing longer with each rubs Rudolph made, proving his increasingly deer-like nature.

Suddenly, Rudolph came. Ferneon hurried to stop looking, though he did have the time to see Rudolph's hands lengthen into delicate hooves, and his body slowly squatting down to reach a quadrupedal position. Ferneon intently gazed at his phone as he heard loud, provocative deer calls as Rudolph achieved orgasm.

Ferneon could not focus on his phone however. He was hearing another passenger complain rather loudly:

"I need to poo-poo and to pee-pee... Somebody please help me..."

Ferneon looked up only to see a man standing up, right beside the latter's seat.

The man's face had already started to transform. His nose and mouth had swelled into a goat muzzle, complete with a little goatee. There was even a little of pink around his curved nostrils. Ferneon could see two horns on the curly haired top of his head; the ears now pointed and sitting almost underneath his horns, and the eyes with those special, horizontal pupils goats have.

"Pleaaaaaaase, help meeeeeeeh", the goat-headed passenger pleaded. "Baaaah!"

The passenger was facing Ferneon; and Ferneon suddenly saw that the goat began wetting the front of his pants.

A round, spherical protuberance swelled right below the goat's belly. Very soon, small nipples poked right through his shirt and his wet pants. The passenger said his last human words:

"Pleaaaase... Pooped... and peed... maaaaaaah pants... Baaaaah! Baaah!"

His udder squirted white, runny milk that rapidly merged with his urine in his pants.

"Baaaah!" he protested, as, with a hoof, he discovered that he was now female. "Baaaaaaah!"

Near the goat, Ferneon saw a young woman who was obviously having quite a good time, and whose face was pushing into an enormous, colorful toucan's beak.

Ferneon gazed at the clock. It was 7h43 P.M., it has been over twelve hours now since the start of the flight. The front half of the passengers had transformed into animals; the transformation slowly making its way towards the back seats. Luckily, Ferneon was last. He absentmindedly watched a woman become a gorilla in her seat, as eventually the clock reached 8h.

Roseera reappeared:

"Now everyone, it's time to sleep. We'll be closing most lights, save for the nightlights so you can at least still see your neighbor. Good night everyone!"

And the airplane was plunged into darkness.

At first, Ferneon had trouble seeing. But then he realized, this meant other passengers also had trouble seeing him. It felt like a jungle in the night, and suddenly, Ferneon became kind of horny. He could basically masturbate, no one would know.

He tentatively pressed on his crouch. He really needed to pee and poop, but as he slowly let his erection build up in his shorts, the need became less urgent. Instead, he could feel a pleasurable tingle each time he would press down on his crouch. In addition, the erection would physiologically make it harder for urine to come out.

His eyes eventually adapted to the dark, and soon he saw one of the passengers was also masturbating. However, after a few minutes only, the passenger suddenly came. A large, powerful, fish tail grew in his pants, now slimy with seed, and curved sideways like that of a fish caught in a net that was too small. His face quickly pushed into a heavy, shiny salmon snout, slightly upturned like those Atlantic Salmons in heat.

Ferneon realized that if he was to avoid an accident, making the pleasure last was of paramount importance. For the instant he did not have that pleasure anymore, the need would come back, stronger than ever.

He kept pleasuring himself, going as slowly as possible, carefully avoiding full-on excitement. He had to make it last for ten more hours, that was the time for the estimated arrival of the plane to the airport, and possibly to a toilet.

He suddenly heard a loud, wet series of farts. Looking up, he was that a woman was literally squatting in her seat, her rear squarely aiming in his general direction. As she sharted some more, turning the seat of her pants into a darker color, Ferneon instinctively held his breath. He lost his erection, and the need to go came back. Rather angered by the woman's lack of consideration, he stared at her. He was actually rather satisfied to see that the woman was turning into a stupid chicken; her lips forming a pale beak and ugly caruncles sprouting all over her face. Even more satisfying for Ferneon was to watch her stuggle to try and lay an egg. The chicken-headed woman pushed and grunted for a full five minutes. Finally, her egg came out, forming a large spherical bulge in her pants, as her tail grew right above it, as if to signal farmers to pick her and make her lay eggs for a living. Finally, as if to bring Ferneon absolute revenge, the chicken-woman was getting tired of squatting, and she sat down - crushing her egg, whose slimy content flooded her underwear.

"Ha!" Ferneon said victoriously, inadvertently letting out a squirt of urine into his underwear.

Ferneon blushed intensely; he hurried to slip a hand inside his pants and assess the damages. Luckily it was just a tiny drop; there was simply a small dot of wetness in the front of his underwear, barely the size of his thumb's nail.

He really had to keep the erection up. He resumed masturbating, gently but still a bit more vigorously than before.

As 9h00 P.M. came, Ferneon was still keeping the wood up, so to speak. He kept doing so while he saw one of the passengers stand up, and slip an adult diaper on. The passenger sat back down, and played with one of those honey capsules they give in takeouts. He peeled the cover of the honey off, and then, slowly dripped all that honey right on his nose, and mouth, sticking his tongue out so to catch some. Then, Ferneon saw the diaper begin to inflate with crap; and the man's nose quickly followed by growing into a bear muzzle, with the tip of his nose inflating into a round, honey-coated nosepad.

Ferneon grimaced with disgust. The plane was actually becoming a flying jungle book. There was the snake, the monkey, the wolf, the lion, and now the bear. And the smell - Ferneon had grown accustomed to that feral smell.

He tried thinking about foxy individuals as he kept sustaining that new way he had found to avoid having an accident. But he was interrupted when one of the passengers asked another:

"Are you on the Federation of Pangaea?"

That animal-loving group thing, again. The other however confirmed.

"Good. Hey, I'll send you two Pangaean Dollars if you go in your pants."

Ferneon realized what the man's plan was: if someone else was to have an accident, he could secretly have one, himself, and blame the sounds or smell on the other. The worst is, the other actually hesitated:

"Well, how much is a Pangaean Dollar worth?"

"Well, if they have a million, and a billion dollars it so is what countries usually have in circulation, then I guess that one Pangaean Dollar is around a thousand bucks."

"Wow", the other said. "Well, I guess I wouldn't mind to let myself loose, for a thousand bucks."

The other passenger held his breath and began pushing hard - shyness was preventing him to actually do it in all one go. Meanwhile the first one eagerly waited. Like the Fox waiting for the Crow's cheese in the fable, the first passenger waited for the other to produce a loud, smelly, round turd. However, what came out was simply a wet shart that lasted a second or so. The seat of the other's pants became moist, but that was all; there was no way for the first passenger to sneak in his own sounds and stinks.

"I did it", the other said. "Can you please send me the dollar now? My wallet address is 'mypangaea', dot, 'boards', dot, 'net', slash..."

However the first passenger cut the other:

"Sorry, I don't have a full dollar to send. I was just tricking you into pooping."

The other was about to protest, but the first one actually gasped with horror as a loud fart came out of his own rear. He could not hold it any longer.

"Ha, serves you well", the other said.

The first passenger did not reply. Instead, he began pooping his pants. Right away, his face started transforming, becoming like a fox's.

"Hahaha", the other laughed. "Serves you well, you sly fox..."

However, the other was not spared from the transformation. His own face rapidly grew into a long, black, shiny crow beak.

"Caaa?!..." he could only say, with his hands feeling his new beak, his expression turning to horror too.

Both the fox and the crow were looking at their own faces now. The fox whimpered as he started peeing his pants, his face meanwhile sprouting soft red and white down, and the cherry-like tip of his nose turning black and wet. The crow was struggling with dark flight feathers and tail feathers growing on his arms and in his pants respectively. They kept becoming increasingly fox-like and crow-like, until every inches of their body finished transforming into fur, feathers, or ebony scales.

The fox looked sheepishly at the angry crow. His wet nosepad flared as his own stench reached his nostrils. Ferneon actually found the fox beautiful - that fiery fur, those golden eyes, and that round cherry nose... foxes really were the foxiest of animals. Ferneon's masturbation increased in its resolve.

Ferneon glanced at the clock. 10h38 P.M. was showing on the digital face.

"Oh, I really need to use the bathroom", Ferneon mumbled.

He had been holding his pee for over twenty-four hours now. And he needed to poop ever since this morning; his belly was now slightly swelled with all that mess that needed to come out. And it was very stiff, too - his belly felt as if it was carved concrete. It was so full, it was actually a bit distended, and the skin felt softer, like a pregnant woman's.

Ferneon was trying to drown the urgent need in pure pleasure, but the need was still in the background; its presence becoming increasingly intense. He masturbated more vigorously even, but picturing a mere anthro horse or a sly fox was not enough. It had to be a more powerful image.

And suddenly, he noticed a woman in a rather near seat, furiously playing with herself, her face showing intense concentration.

He was aroused by girls having fun with themselves. But that was not all. The woman opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. It was a long, animalistic tongue. Ferneon's mind filled with all kind of uses for that tongue. Right now, though, the woman closed her eyes, and while she kept masturbating like an animal, she curved her tongue up and pressed it against the tip of her nose, pushing the latter until it was upturned like a pig's.

Her nipples hardened in her bra. She kept pushing her nose with her tongue, and she propped herself up in her seat. Ferneon heard her relieve herself for several, long minutes - first becoming wet until it dripped onto the seat, and then long comical farts, and finally soft crap filling her pants. She sat in her mess, just like a pig; and gave her animal nose one last lick before resuming masturbating.

Ferneon could not explain why, but that pig girl was turning him on - her concentrated eyes around her cute nose, that very same nose that would probably be driven into food, or even poop, later on. She was pushing her finger in her dirty pants, and Ferneon the squishy sound of her poop as she drove it inside of her, gasping with pleasure as a result.

"Oh... so warm and soft..." she moaned. "Oh, I'm such a pig... Oh, yes... oink... yes... oink..."

Ferneon was actually jealous of her. She was obviously enjoying herself, and no one else seemed to even notice her. Whereas he was still holding it in, fearing that someone would laugh at him.

The smell was horrible though. Ferneon remembered that banana lip balm his neighbor Jalysson had.

"Jalyss-hhohn..." he began, his voice out of breath due to being horny and to the fact the content of his belly was pushing on his diaphragm. "May I have... lip balm please."

"Oh! Sure!" Jalysson smiled and gave him the yellow object.

Ferneon rubbed the balm all over his nostrils, philtrum - that part between your two nostrils - and even the dome of his nose. When he was done he could only smell banana. But as he had just spent a few minutes taking care of his nose instead of masturbating, he was starting to lose his erection again. He felt the warmth creep up his phallus as urine rapidly attempted to make its way out. Ferneon applied some balm in his hands, abd hurried to furiously rub his phallus in his shorts. He thought about horses, and foxes, but most of all the sexy pig with her long tongue. Soon he regained his stiffness, and was relatively safe again.

It was now 11h23. Ferneon was still masturbating with one hand, and browsing Duckduckgo with the other. He was looking for sexy pictures. He did stumble upon some beautiful, anthro jungle animals, but he had to be careful - he had to avoid too much pleasure, or else he would achieve orgasm, lose his stiffness and then go in his shorts. So he decided to visit that site the fox was talking about. It looked okay, he thought. Protect nature, animals are your brothers and sisters, all that stuff. And then he saw his avatar. The default avatar was a big goose.

Ferneon could not help but find it funny. He then discovered that the Canadian Goose was the official community animal.

He let out a donkey-like laugh. He was reminded of Slinky and the passengers saying that they were about to "goose" in their pants, since geese and waterfowls would pee and poop in the very water they sit in. And now he was officially a goose. He rolled his eyes, however he realized that he had peed a little when he had laughed. The tip of his banana-scented penis was a bit wet, but once again it was not that bad; there was merely a round wet spot of barely an inch in his underwear.

He tried getting his groove back up, but at 11h39 he saw a thick, scaly tail slither on the ground. It belonged to a man whose head was now perched at the end of a long, slender neck.

"What the..." Ferneon said, he could only see the skin, shining with scales in the halflight.

The man was obviously having much pleasure. His long tail was curling sensually on the floor. When he turned his head in Ferneon's general direction, Ferneon saw that he was smiling blissfully... and that his face was that of a large, shiny, cold python. He was flickering his tongue and panting through his round, scaly nostrils; his muzzle looked almost puppy-like. He slowly coiled his tail around his crouch, and began squeezing and releasing his manhood with his tail, as his limbs slowly merged into his undulating, serpentine body.

Ferneon grunted with pain, as a cramp seized his swollen belly. He was squeezing his now-limp manhood as had as he could, to hold the urine in. He looked at the clock - 11h47. There was still seven hours left until the plane would reach land. Right now the plane was an airtight, flying jungle, full of animal smells and noises, it was a nightmare, Ferneon realized. And to top it off, he could hardly hold it in any longer.

There were actually only three people left untransformed in the airplane, excluding him. He watched as however one of those three slowly sprouted feathers, and became a beautiful owl as he was sitting in his seat.

Ferneon closed his eyes and groaned - another cramp flared in his bowels, as their contents protested and threatened to make their way out.

"Oh gosh..." he said, his voice weak and his breath short.

When he opened his eyes, he jumped with surprise and actually nearly peed his shorts. Roseera, the flight attendant, was right in front of his face:

"Hmm", she said, sniffing the air. "You smell like banana."

"Uh! Yeah, it's my nose", Ferneon admitted, hoping she did not notice that his manhood was smelling very much like banana too.

"Oh, I love bananas", she said.

She leaned over him, not seeming to notice he had one hand in his pants, and she touched her nose to his. Hers felt cold, almost wet, as she gently rubbed it on his. Ferneon's heart raced: Roseera really liked him! The cute, sweet, adorable Roseera...

He suddenly heard as soft crackle coming from Roseera's behind. Was she secretly pooping while touching her nose with his? As if to distract him from the accident she was having, she licked his nose.

"Hey", Ferneon protested.

Roseera pulled away and giggled. Ferneon could swear that her face had transformed. Her cute round nose was even rounder; her front teeth even longer... she even had whiskers?! Ferneon realized she actually looked exactly like a chipmunk. All along the flight, he had fantasized about a girl that had actually began transforming into a cute chipmunk.

Ferneon checked the clock. 11h51. Him and his neighbor Jalysson were now the only two left in the plane. Every other had had an accident, and were now animal-human hybrid things, sitting in their own messes. Ferneon felt another cramp flare in his concrete-solid belly. His belly howled, like a starving wolf, almost protesting. When the pain eventually faded out, he realized his nose was still wet from the chipmunk's lick. He did not dare touch that saliva. So he let it dry first.

"I wish someone would lick my nose", Jalysson suddenly said. "I love having a wet nose."

And she proceeded to stick her impressive tongue right up her left nostril, like a cow.

"Guess I have to do it myself", she concluded, her tongue licking every parts of her own nose.

Soon, her nose was wet and as shiny as Rudolph's.

"Oh... I think I am going to pee my pants", she suddenly warned.

She was still picking her wet nose with her tongue as Ferneon saw her begin to wet her yoga pants. Abundantly. Ferneon could tell she was secretly enjoying it. Her nipples poked through her bra as she kept pissing her pants, wetting even the seat between her legs.

"Oh", she moaned when she was done. "I really needed to go."

Ferneon was very jealous now. He was still stuck holding it in and avoiding the easy way out; but Jalysson simply went, like an animal.

"I don't seem to be transforming", Jalysson noticed. "I guess I can try pooping, too."

Jalysson bent on all fours in her seat. And she began pooping her pants, too. Ferneon almost screamed with envy - she was actually relieving herself, with no consequences at all? Why the heck was he holding himself for? Ferneon scornfully watched as a long, log came out in Jalysson's yoga pants, between her butt cheeks, stretching the fabric. And then the log slid right down her butt crack, accumulating as a bulge between her legs.

"Oh... my nose?!..." Jalysson suddenly said.

Her nose had widened into a large, wet, cow nosepad. She was actually transforming! Ferneon nearly shouted with victory. There was a consequence after all! He watched with morbid satisfaction as Jalysson stood there, looking at her new nose.

"Oh no... I can't stop it... it just keeps coming out!..." she said, despair in her voice. "Oh, it's so warm and smoooooooooth..."

Another long log slithered down her butt crack, every details of its shape faithfully rendered by the skintight fabric of her pants. Come on, Ferneon wished. Pay the price, become an ugly farm animal. And soon enough, her breast grew larger, bigger, heavier - soon crawling out of her bra, and simply hanging down her belly, naked, for all to see. It was now the size of a beach ball. Her erect nipples became longer, and longer; and two more even spouted, accompanied by two squirts of milk that landed unto the seat.

At one point she decided to give up and simply let it all out. A rather large pile of manure soon accumulated in her yoga pants; after which she careful sat back down, squishing it all against her large buttocks. Ferneon masked the smell by laying a generous layer of banana lip balm on his nose. Sitting in her own manure, Jalysson absentmindedly began milking herself, and turned her cow face at Ferneon:

"I now know how cows feel. All around the world, cows are forced to eat and sleep in their own poo. It feels kinda smooth thought... and warm..."

Ferneon had another cramp. He felt his poo advance in his rectum, becoming very heavy. He contracted his sphincters as hard as he could. After a whole minute of struggling, the thing finally receded back inside, deep in his bowels. But Ferneon's sphincters were tired now. And Ferneon came to realize that next time around, he would not be able to stop it.

He glanced at the clock. 11h59. Jalysson was still talking about poop and cows. Ferneon's only hope was to perhaps delay the accident with pure pleasure; and so he grasped a scoopful of lip balm, spread it thickly all over his dick, and resumed masturbating furiously. And he actually started having an erection once again... And then, he felt it. Slowly, his anus dilated, opened up, and the round tip of a turd started poking out.

"No... no", he cried, this could not be happening.

But his poop did not care. His opened anus was practically kissing his underwear now. The turd simply crawled out, slowly, and after coming out an inch or so, it met the resistance of the fabric of his underwear. Ferneon was still sitting, so it could not get any further. But after a few seconds only Ferneon realized that the turd was simply becoming wider, as his bowels kept on pushing. And as it became wider, it started stretching his anus, making it more and more painful.

Ferneon reluctantly shifted in his seat, and sat on his heels, leaving some space between his butt and the seat.

"I can't believe I'm doing this", he despaired, still masturbating in the hope that it'd somehow help.

The turd resumed its progression, coming out an inch, then two. It was very stiff, like a sausage, as it pushed its way out, into his underwear. It formed a bulge in his skintight, sports short, and the bulge kept growing right towards the seat.

"Oh... gosh..." Ferneon moaned.

He had to admit, it felt pretty good. He could feel the pressure in his belly diminish with each inches that his poop would come out. Soon his turd curved as it kept crawling out; bending in his underwear. It felt like a long fish caught in a net. Ferneon actually found the feeling enjoyable, as his mind flooded with a guilty but animalistic relief. Finally, after having emerged some more, the long log broke off as he instinctively contracted his anus, and it laid down in his underwear. It felt like a dense, warm, heavy banana, lying along his butt crack, its tip merely an inch from his testicles.

"Oohhhh... yes", he moaned softly with relief.

Now that the tension was gone, he could masturbate with much more enjoyment; and as he gave a few jerk on his slimy dick, he was immediately rewarded with waves of pleasure.

It was past midnight now. He sniffed the air - he did not even stink that much. There was still six hours for the plane. He saw that the fox passenger was driving his nose into the wolf's butt, sniffing it and enjoying it. No one had noticed what Ferneon had done. Ferneon had a kind of feral excitement; he could do anything he wanted; that bunch of animals would never know.

As his banana-scented, slimy phallus steadily grew erected in his shorts, his smiling lips also began pushing forward, forming a banana-scented, slimy protuberance that grew on his face, like an erection; slowly stretching his skin, and flattening his nose. Soon only two curved nostrils remained of his nose, as his lips had pushed into a kind of exaggerated, wide, smiling kiss.

"Oh my gosh", Jalysson said. "You look like Jar-Jar Binks", she told Ferneon.

Ferneon simply kept masturbating. He realized he still needed to pee. So he held his cock, whose tip was stretching the fabric of the front of his underwear. And then, he relaxed. A stream of pee came out, instantaneously soaking the front of his shorts. It was wetting his underwear, but also his own dick; and it was mixing with the balm to become a warm, lubricating slime that made it even more pleasurable to jerk himself into.

He opened his freakish mouth and gasped with relief as he started pissing his underwear, the steady stream flooding the front of his shorts, then trickling down over his testicles, and, from there, dripping abundantly between his legs and unto the seat.

"Oh, yes", he moaned blissfully.

His shorts were ironically the kind of skin-tight shorts that you would wear for bicycling or for watersports. They were actually somewhat meant to deal with being soaked. Ferneon kept pissing in them. After a while, a puddle was beginning to form on the seat. It grew wider and wider, and soon his two feets were standing in the middle of it.

When he was done, he was very happy. He had finally emptied that bladder; it felt so much better now. His desire was building up, throbbing in his hand. He rubbed his dick passionately, and it reached yet an inch longer.

Meanwhile, a little bump grew over his butt cheeks. This tiny tail kept becoming bigger, becoming a conical protuberance that was first an inch, then two. It felt like a second penis, its new muscles working on concert to keep his tail growing; its new skin sensitive to rubbing against his underwear. It distended his short into an impressive peak behind him, right over his butt cheeks. To everyone else it looked as if Ferneon was letting out an impressively stiff log in his short. The thing kept growing straight out horizontally, becoming so wide at its base that it pulled a bit on his butt cheeks, and formed a delicate curve with his lower back. Suddenly, the fabric of his shorts ripped at the butt seam, and the protuberance, still clothed with his underwear, emerged through the hole. Finally, even the fabric of his gray underwear tore, and his tail, now naked, grew a final push through the rip. The tail was a conical, muscular appendage, it actually looked like a chicken's, but much more elegant. The skin was still the color of his skin, but it was now shiny, almost like bird's skin underneath their feathers.

"I need to poop", Ferneon realized.

He was still rather full, after all, he did hold it for a whole week.

His tail lifted up a little bit, and right away, his anus dilated around the knobbly tip of another log. Ferneon gently pushed, and a large, round poop came out in his underwear, right below his tail; it felt like a chocolate egg.

he was still shy at the idea of pooping his shorts, so he contracted his anus, and his tail lowered back down. Ferneon giggled at the feeling of the poop egg, nudged between his butt cheeks. He felt like a chicken. His mouth grew one final push, becoming a beak just like a duck's, with nothing but a smooth slope from his forehead to the tip of his beak. Little goosebumps, for feathers that had not yet sprouted, appeared all over his naked tail. His chest, in his "It's My Birthday!" shirt, became much wider and bigger, becoming almost feminine, until it looked like large, chicken breasts.

"I'm... turning into a goose?!..." he realized, looking down at his beak.

His beak had slowly taken a deep, yellow hue; just like a banana. The skin of his beak was becoming stiff, and shiny - it looked like it was varnished, and his curved bird nostrils felt like two rigid, permanently flared orifices now. He could not believe it. Amongst all animals, he was turning into a goose - the very emblem of those that were peeing and pooping their pants on purpose? Or maybe it was a duck, he feared. Ducks were much less sexy than geese. With one hand he started pushing his ring finger on his short, right below his tail. He felt the poop squish under his finger as he drove it deeper and deeper, looking for his anus. Soon, he found it. And he began stuffing himself with his own, round lump of knobbly poop, as he was masturbating with the other hand.

"Oh... I am such a goose... I love stuffing myself... Honk! Oh yes, a goose... oh, yes..."

His phone was still open on his goose avatar. He looked at it, while he was screwing himself from both sides.

His neck was growing longer, as if to put some distance between his nostrils and the mess stuck at his buttocks. Ferneon's head had nothing much human anymore. His beak was still smiling satisfyingly, while his eyes became completely animalistic, duck-like. As his neck kept growing, his feet were still marinating in his pond of urine; and they slowly turned a darker color. Soon the skin from his heels all the way down to his toes was covered in black, shiny scales. Three of his toes grew longer, much longer; and his toenails transformed into pointed claws. A web of black, leather-like skin slowly filled out the space between his toes. He had black, webbed feet now! He could use them as paddles and swim around in lakes, it was so cool, he could not wait to try them up!

He was still stuffing his butt when he felt some of his stuffing come right back out of his anus, and into his shorts, pressing around his finger. He needed to empty his bowels; they were still rather full.

Still sitting on his scaly heels, he grasped the seat with his hands, lowered his head a little, and lifted his tail up. And he began pushing, so that it would all come out in one go.

His first poop had been as firm as a sausage, and it was still nudged right behind his testicles. The second poop he had done was a little more malleable, hence he had used it to stuff himself. But the more your poop is made recently, the less firm it usually becomes. And so what came next had a softer texture to it, like stiff ice cream. It snaked out of him and accumulated into several coils in his shorts. At the same time, a round, ugly knob sprouted on the top of his beak, right above his nostrils. Finally, Ferneon took a breather through his stiffened nostrils, and gave one final push. And his shorts inflated with diarrhea-like crap, it filled his butt crack all the way up to the base of his tail, and all the way down to his testicles. Over his beak, the knob swelled to become as large as a nectarine. When he was done, he could not help but let out a blissful sigh of pure relief. All that tension in his belly was now gone, the culprit was now lying outside of him, safely contained inside his underwear.

He discovered the knob above his beak, it was actually intruding in his field of view. The knob was of a varnished black instead of banana yellow. Ferneon was rather perplexed. Was that ugly thing a punishment for voluntarily pooping his shorts? He glanced at the goose in his avatar. It had no knob over its black beak.

"A black beak?!" Ferneon suddenly noticed.

The goose had a black beak. His was yellow, with a black knob. He suddenly realized he was not transforming into a goose.

He was transforming into a swan.

"Oh my gosh", the anthropomorphic Mute Swan said, excitement in his voice. "Those are so much sexier than geese..."

He looked down at his skintight shorts. His thighs were becoming more wide and more muscular, and his dick was fully erect, stretching the front of his shorts into a comical peak. Ferneon slipped a hand in his underwear, and wrapped his fingers around it.

To his surprise, he instantaneously reached orgasm, by the mere touch of it. But as his bird mind became overwhelmed with pure bliss, he felt with horror his dick become longer in his underwear... then even longer... its growth quickly accelerated, until it literally exploded, filling the front of his underwear with a spaghetti-like mass of coiled phallus.

"What the...", he gasped with terrified shock.

Ferneon did not know that duck, geese and swans had a very unique kind of phallus, that would usually remain hidden in the cloaca, but that would then explode in size and reach almost the length of their body upon orgasm.

Ferneon felt sperm flood his freakish coiled phallus mass, the white slime dripping all over his package and oozing through the front of his shorts. He remained on all fours, his neck gracefully curved down and his beak panting with a mixture of shock and pleasure, as slowly his phallus literally retracted itself, becoming smaller and smaller in his shorts.

Ferneon felt his crouch with a hand. He needed answers. He discovered that his dick had retreated into an orifice... and that orifice was his anus! His sexual organs and anal opening were now bundled inside a cloaca, with a single orifice.

He could not check himself any further, as his fingers slowly merged together, forming naked chicken wings. Large, white flight feathers quickly sprouted all over his deformed hands and arms, letting them become two impressive white wings.

"I can't masturbate anymore!" he complained.

He really needed to make sure his dick was okay. But now he could not grasp it anymore, it was hard to do with wings.

He realized he still had that spherical lip balm container. It looked somewhat like a small egg. With his banana-scented beak he grabbed the object, and dropped it in the pond, underneath his cloaca. And then, he slowly sat down, right in his own pond of pee, making sure that the lip balm pushed into his cloaca, through his slimy shorts. The pond felt cold, as it oozed through the fabric of his shorts. Short white feathers grew over his tail, as if to protect him from the cold water. Ferneon now looked exactly like an anthropomorphic swan, sitting on a lake of his own making; his tail erect like the poop of a boat, and his neck gracefully curved into an "S".

And he began humping his "egg", making a little splash on the surface of his pond with each undulations of his body; his muscular but slender tail slowly shaking up and down, and his head cocking backwards with pleasure. His yellow and black beak was shining in the halflight, and he was smiling, his eyes lost in bliss and ignoring the large, round, shiny black knob in front of them. Besides his shorts with their tail hole in it, he was still wearing his silly "It's My Birthday!" shirt, through which his beautiful breasts, with all their flight muscles, could be seen.

And only a few hours were left to the flight, when Ferneon, the beautiful anthropomorphic Mute Swan, achieved his second climax; and discovered with joy that his manhood was still intact, just very different than before. And his pond, already a slight shade of brown, became cloudy with seed, and Ferneon simply sat down comfortably in it.

"Yup", he thought as the rest of the Flying Jungle was full of animals sounds. "Everyone should try goosing, once in a while. I bet everybody would find it fun."