Standing there, relieving yourself, you feel a bit uncomfortable. You feel unwelcome among all of these people in costume, you're the ONLY person without a costume. You look around the bathroom for anyone in the same boat as you; you see plenty of big men going about their business in costume. This bathroom smells like a zoo, which makes sense in retrospect. You hear someone struggling in the toilet stall right next to you. From it come loud grunts and squeals -- pig squeals. You hear his loud, wet farts and diarrhea. What did he eat? A hard push and you hear a pile of shit loudly slap into the bowl. You listen as he gets up without flushing or wiping and leave the stall.
You stare at him in awe and disgust. Before you is a brown boar with a large beer gut. Tusks stick out of his mouth on either side of his pig snout. Dark, greasy hair trails from atop his head down his neck, matted to him. He scratches his thick ass with one of his hoof-hands. He farts loudly and groans. "You got a problem, buddy?" He says to you, aggressively. His voice knocks your head out of the clouds and back to him. You stammer, "O-oh. Well, I mean, jeez. What did you eat?" You can't help but crack a smile. "Oh! So you think that's funny? I'll show you funny!" He roughly grabs your arm, leaving the other to pull up your pants. He drags you into the stall he used and slams the door shut. "Hey! What the hell?" You shout to him in anger. He takes both of your arms and shoves your face into his pile of shit, there's so much that it comes out of the bowl.
In one pig-like hand, he holds your face in his shit; in the other, he pulls down your pants. You have your mouth clamped shut, but you can hardly breathe. The stench is so bad that your eyes are watering to the point that you look to be sobbing. Fortunately, you still haven't eaten it. "Won't eat? Daddy's got a solution for that," He pulls you by the hair out of the shit. He then throws your head to the cold floor. Before you can move, he plants his fat ass right onto your shit-covered face. The whole world is dark and smells awful. His weight threatens to crush you on the piss-stained floor. His hole opens up and releases a wave of gas onto you. Wet farts moisten your face under him. His ass roars in your ears. His farts seem like an earthquake to you, spraying liquid shit up your nose and on your lips.
The gas ends and the boar stands over you. His shit is tacky and stuck on your face. You feel a strange feeling where his shit touched. Your nose starts to push forward and tilt up, revealing your nostrils. Your mouth joins it, pushing out into a boar's snout, tilted up and brown. You squeal in shock. You stand and think to run. You think to get as far away from the boar as possible, but a scent catches your attention. Following it leads you right back to the stuffed toilet. This is it? You sniff again, and you love the smell of it. You love the smell of the boar's shit. You hesitate, this is shit! Did you forget? Before you could turn away, your face is pushed into it, "Daddy's getting impatient," The shit touches your tongue, and you lose it. You start sloppily swallowing shit. You snort loudy into it, lapping it up like candy.
The shit goes right down your throat and into your gut. It lands heavily, pushing your gut out bit by bit. You're halfway through the bowl when your belly is touching the floor. You pause your eating and burp guterally and loudly, echoing in the bathroom. You hear chuckles outside the stall. You get to your feet, with difficulty. Your gut feels trapped in by your pants, so you unzip your fly, letting your gut wobble out. You notice moobs lying atop your gut, covered by your shirt. Your gut hangs heavy over your waist, round and thick. You look nine months pregnant. Around back, your giant ass has pushed down your pants. Your ass cheeks are jiggly and rotund. A human head could fit within each. Love handles have developed to accomodate your new size. You look at the boar who started this, "You're not done, still have to look the part," He grunts to you. He picks up a glob of shit from the bowl and rubs it on your gut. You smell yourself and realize that you hate the smell of a freshly showered person. You, however, love the smell of shit. Ought to get to work.
You pick up some shit and start smearing your ass. The shit sticks and sinks into your skin, coloring you brown like the boar. Your tailbone aches, letting out a short, curled tail. Coarse hair starts to sparsly cover you. You rub it into your feet and hands, causing a strong feeling of pain. You groan as your fingers merge together and become hard and black. Your hooves form, and you get back to work. The other boar has started applying shit to your plain human dick. Your dick becomes darker than the rest of your skin, thickening with fat and muscle. A prominent head forms and your cock lengthens to 7 inches flaccid. Your thighs press together behind it, forcing your thick cock to jut out proudly.
You start massaging the shit into your hair, lathering and sticking. Your hair soaks up the shit and grows very thick and greasy. It sticks against your sweaty head. Most of it is gone, but the remaining forms something of a messy line of hair down the back of your neck. Stubble grows on the front of your fat neck. You rub the shit into your plump cheeks and snout, coloring it brown. You cover your head; your eyes turn a deep, rich brown. Tusks grow out of your mouth, as well. You tear off your clothes, exposing your moobs and arms. You massage your flabby breasts, your nipples grow large and darker than the rest of your skin. You rub down your large arms, finishing the transformation. By now, you're a fully formed boar-man. "Here, some people don't like us naked," The other boar picks up a stained pair of tighty whiteys from the sticky floor. You slip them on, the cool musk of them welcoming and barely containing your gargantuan cock.
You smile, happy with your new self, and you feel a stirring in your bowels. A deep rumble emanates from you, and you pull down your underwear. You plop your fat ass onto the half-full toilet. You groan deeply and your stomach rumbles again. Your cheeks part and jiggle as a long fart escapes you. Suddenly, the bathroom smells much better. You fart again, liquid shit spraying into the toilet. Something within you stirs. You feel somthing large inside you. Your bowels shift, moving something down to your ass. It gathers behind your hole, and you feel it sit. Then, in one great push, a thick slop of shit pours out of you. It fills the toilet to the brim and more. The shit overflows onto the floor and all over your ass. You hear giggles outside of the stall. You glance to the other boar, and you both exchange and evil grin.
You stand and exit the stall together. Both of your eyes lock on a young man who stares back at you. You then...