“Damn girl, I haven’t seen someone shit their humanity away that bad since our transformation, isn’t that right Sis?” A deep, husky, feminine voice said from the stall. You turn around and cover your indecency as you stare at the doors to the stalls. They swing open in unison, and two hippo anthros that look massive compared to you emerge through the stall doors. You wonder how they fit in there to begin with seeing them squeeze through the doors coming out. One of them has curly brown hair, a sweaty burgundy tank top (which, like yours, acts more like a bra than a shirt), some shorts that looked like they were gonna rip off at any second with a sweat-stained wedgie in them, and several bracelets (arm and ankle). She looked like a fat raver without the glow sticks or hair highlights. The other had oily, straight, black hair, a gray hoodie that hid her figure pretty well, and some sweatpants (is that a diaper underneath?). She acted shy and reserved, not saying much to you, just nodding her head in agreement with her sister. “You, my dear rabbit, have potential. Wanna be friends?” The left sister said, grabbing your hands and giving you this starry eyed look. Seeing as their clothes are barely fitting them and you having no clothes left in tact, you promptly…