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Rose's party continued to march through the mysterious wilderness. Being in a wide open range was a blessing since the fragrances and aromas of the forest did something to minimize the odors of all the bodily wastes that everyone was housing in their pants. Or mostly everyone.

Lauren the starling was near the back of Rose's march. She was wearing a dark brown windbreaker overtop a grey T-shirt (fitted around a big pair of breasts), a black hat, and a pair dark blue pants. Nothing else unusual except for the streams of wetness going down her legs and the bumpy load underneath her dartlike tail.

Many around her had soiled themselves as well but her fecal mound was more bulbous than those around her, at least for a woman her size. The stash of poop was big enough to bounce and sway as she walked. As she walked she occasionally tried to hold the back of her pants and hold them outward so it wasn't as obvious how badly she shit her pants.

Ahead of her was John the orangutan. He walked hunched forward like he was almost ready to drop on all fours. He wore a white collared T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, which he had emptied his bowels into. They were soaked and like Lauren there was a bundle on his backside.

Lauren jogged up beside him, "Umm..... hi."

John took a quick glance at her, "Hi."

There was an awkward silence, then Lauren spoke up again, "This is pretty insane, huh? Being turned into animals, walking through this weird forest..."

"Yep." said John.

Lauren giggled a bit, "It's so fucking scary it got a bunch of grown ups to totally pee their pants!"

John didn't even turn to look at Lauren. He kept marching forward, "I didn't relieve myself because I was scared. I did it because I felt like it."

Lauren tilted her head in confusion, "You.... felt like it?"

John refrained from looking at her still, "I am no longer human and no longer bound by human niceties. It is time to act like an animal."

Lauren was speechless. She tried to think of something to say but the conversation drifted into an awkward silence and her false-start muttering only made it worse. When John finally looked over at Lauren he saw that she had a wonderful figure, and his mind instantly went to mating. A hard bulge formed on the front of his pants.

"You're pretty hot," he said, "Want to mate?"

Lauren was taken aback, "Excuse me, what?"

John smiled, "Do you want to get down... to some monkey business?"

Lauren took a look at his hardon on the front of his pants. It was hypnotically big and hard to turn away from even if Lauren wasn't in the mood for any kind of animal business.

"Or bird-monkey business, I say," said John, "whatever you call it, it involves relentless humping and orgasms." John smiled, "What do you say? Want me to have an orgasm in you?"

Lauren was silent and couldn't look at John.

"I'm sorry," said John, "I just look at you and can only think of embracing my inner beast. You would look so much nicer if you weren't wearing any clothes."

Lauren scoffed, "So why are you wearing them? Isn't wearing clothes too human for you?"

John hmmmed, "Good point, might want to strip when I have a moment." He turned to Lauren and smiled, "You should join me. Let's get out of these clothes we've answered nature's call into and be our animal selves!"

Lauren looked pretty offended and almost seemed to be tearing up a bit. She held herself closely and shifted away from John a bit. John said nothing more but Lauren stayed nearby as the crowd continued through the mysterious wilderness.

The march was approaching a wide open meadow. As they got close, they saw rows of picnic tables lined up with a small food stall at the end of it. The food stall was commandeered by a young frog man. Customers to the food stall were seated all around the hard but the joint could have hardly been called busy.

Rose waited for everyone to catch up with her at the meadow and then began, "It's time for some food. But before we get to it," she motioned at the monkey girl in front of her, "some of us need to clean our pants."

The monkey was still in a retarded state and didn't care about the load of poop she was keeping underneath her tail, let alone the wet spot she had going down her pant legs. Marvin the kangaroo was still by her side, hands still cluctched together. She wasn't going to feel shame for being so animalistic and infantile so he felt embarassment for her.

Rose took the monkey and brought her over to a series of poles lined up at the end of the lot. Each pole had a showerhead sitting on a hook. Rose took the monkey to one of the poles and picked up the showerhead. It didn't have any holes although the shape was similar. Rose flicked the switch and the head part of it started to glow green.

"This device cleans out all the poop in your drawers," said Rose, "Just stick in down into your slacks," she pulled out the monkeys waist line and stuck it under her tail, "and let it suck up the mess you made!"

The crowd gave each other awkward looks. The monkey didn't seem to mind while her butt was massaged by her wolven superior.

"Some of us will need assistance," said Rose as she motioned over at Fuzzy the bear, who was standing around idly. Fuzzy's pants were still very wet from when she peed just after having her mind erased, but since then had also defecated into her pants and had a bulge extending out beneath her tail.

The crowd remained quiet and still. Rose removed the showerhead from the monkey's pants and slid her pants back up.

"So if you're a mentally adequate beast and you've fertilized your underwear," said Rose, "please take the time to help out some of our simpler peers." Rose then walked past the showers and towards a long wooden seat that looked like a pew except there were holes going down the seat. Seated on one of the holes was an older looking moose man with eyeglasses reading a newspaper with his pants down on his ankles.

"If you need to use the restroom," said Rose, "here they are!"

The crowd was unamused further. No stalls, no curtains, just a long row of holes to drop your bowels into. It was very unglamorous and a few were horrified at the notion of going to the bathroom in front of everyone. No one was enthusiastic, except for Edna the rhino who pushed people out of the way and marched towards the toilets.

As she got close her steps became reluctant and she slowed herself down. She looked around at all the people around: Rose's crowd of transformed humans, the frog man in the fast food booth, the eaters at the tables, the moose man in the middle of using a bathroom himself. The reality dawned on her that she would have to drop her pants and show off her naked privates to everyone in order to relieve herself.

"Uhhh..." said Edna, "so is there closed off bathrooms?"

Rose smiled frankly, "Nope!"

Edna bit her lip and turned her back to a seat on the wooden bench. With big shivering hands she undid her belt and only after closing her eyes did she pull down her jeans while almost sitting down at the same time, not wenting to let anyone see her privates. She rearranged herself so that her position was lined up with the toilet hole but kept her eyes shut. She had made it to a toilet but was suddenly too nervous to relieve herself.

Marvin the kangaroo took timid steps towards the bathroom bench, past Edna, and stood before one of the toilets. He looked at it, shifted his feet a bit, and then continued walking on. He said, "I don't have to go that bad."

Some of the crowd began to shift towards the showerheads and the bathroom benches, but reluctantly. When Doug the lizard sat down on one of the stalls, he put his hands out in front of his penis to hide it from view. Shirley the horse pulled down her panties but left her skirt up to hide her body but then had to struggle with it so that she didn't get it dirty while she did her business.

Rod the rabbit and Emma the crocodile looked out from the crowd. Emma nudged Rod, "I don't think I have it in me to poop in front of complete strangers."

Rod snerked, "Me neither," he then took his gaze down to his pants, which were still wet from when he wet himself earlier, "at least not willingly."

"I'll do it if you do it," said Emma, "What do you say? Want to be my bathroom buddy?"

Rod smiled so wide his incisors were in full display. He broke out into a giggling fit, "Let's go!"

The two of them walked off to the toilet benches. Others remained behind and stared onward. In the back there was a chubby duck man wearing a white-collar shirt with a tie and a pair of dark blue pants. George watched as Rod and Emma approached the toilets and nervously began to undress themselves.

There were a few others too. Julie the deer had walked a ways down the benches and ended up taking a seat beside the moose man despite there being much more open seats for her to choose. The only two people that didn't have a problem using the toilet in front of strangers were Paul and Rona, but they were also the two foxes that (not long after being transformed) took off their pants and got busy in front of everyone.

Many people struggled to find the courage. Lauren the starling stood in front of a showerhead and could barely find the gumption to pick up the device and work its magic on her bulging behind. Even those that were sitting down on the toilets struggled to let anything out.

George remarked, "I'll just go in my pants." and then walked off.

At the showerheads, John was finished cleaning out the mess he made. He didn't really mind it but Rose demanded that he clean out his poop. After he was done he helped Fuzzy the bear clean out her mess since she was not inclined to do it.

"I know how fun it is to strut around like this, but the boss says you gotta get clean!" he said as he combed the showerhead in Fuzzy's pants.

At the adjacent stall, Wanda the cat was fiddling around with a showerhead down her skirt. John got a good look at her. She was a slim grey cat with a very perky bosom. She wore a white collared shirt and a greyish-brown skirt.

"Wow!" said John, "You're hot!"

Wanda's eyes went wide, "Excuse me?"

John smiled, "You're very attractive, I said."

Wanda gasped, "Is this the time for flirting?" She looked at Fuzzy, "Besides I don't think your girlfriend would appreciate it."

John glanced at Fuzzy, who was oblivious to their conversation and completely entranced by the feeling of having her butt massaged. John turned back to Wanda, "She's not my girlfriend."

Wanda's expression turned concerned, "What's wrong with her?"

John shrugged, "The others told me that she was hypnotized back at the seminar room. It seems like she's stuck like this."

"Oh?" said Wanda, "Because the same thing happened to me not a couple minutes ago!"

John took a peek into Fuzzy's drawers and deemed them clean. He hung up the showerhead but stayed nearby. He chuckled, "The witch turned ya stupid too?"

Wanda shook her head, "No. It was back at the grove. I was walking around trying to calm myself down when all of the sudden everything went black. People tell me I went 'stupid', that I started drooling like a numbskull and that I started to mess myself. When I came too I had peed down my legs and I had a huge log in my panties."

John laughed, "Impressive!"

Wanda snerked, "Impressive? I'm a grown mother, I shouldn't be having accidents like this! It's infantile!"

Fuzzy walked off on her own, smelling food nearby.

"Not necessarily," said John, "I'd say it's animalistic! You're just giving in to your animal desire to just... go."

"Figures you'd say that," said Wanda, "considering you can't help but flirt with me while I'm scooping out my private litter box." She paused, "So I figure you are the guy that messed his pants on purpose that I've been hearing about?"

John gave a bow, "I am indeed."

Wanda finished up cleaning her underwear and hung the showerhead back up. She smiled and got closer to John. "What a wild beast you are! My inner cat is begging for you and me to take off our clothes and..."

John had a bulge again on the front of his pants, "...get animal together?"

Wanda nodded, biting her tongue lightly and nearly drooling.

The two walked away together, ready to eat.