Greg sprints towards the main entrance of the school, “I can't hold in any longer,” he whines to himself, “I gotta find a tree... and fast!”
There were no trees directly by the entrance, Greg looks around desperately while jogging on the spot, he then spots a big black walnut tree standing by the school's playground. “Perfect,” Greg says and runs towards the tree, once he reaches the tree the teen fumbles with his jeans, “gotta... get this off!”
Greg manages to open his jeans, he quickly pulls the down, along with his briefs and takes them off, throwing both clothing pieces to the side. He then gets down onto his hands and knees, he sniffs at the tree, not realizing what he is doing is wrong, the teen then lifts a leg and lets out a relieved sigh as he feels the pee flow from his cock and onto the trunk of the big tree.
After peeing, Greg notices that he also needs to take a crap, so he squats down, his legs spread apart while standing on his toes. His hands are between his legs and his butt is hanging inches above the ground. Greg groans when he feels his bowels emptying themselves, the teen even starts to pant a little.
After relieving himself, Greg tries to lick himself clean, but his body is not flexible enough, he lets out a frustrated whine. Greg then decides to just slide his ass across the grass, after he does that, Greg turns around on all fours and sniffs first at his pile of shit, then at the trunk of the tree he just peed on. The boy does not notice as his bum starts to wobble from side to side, as if he were wagging. Greg then walks on all fours towards the entrance of the school, he spots his briefs and Jeans lying on the ground, he walks over and sniffs at the clothing. The teen tilts his head, “something tells me to put them on,” he mumbles to himself, “but... it feels so much nicer and comfier without them. It'll make going to the toilette much easier if I wouldn't wear those restricting things.”
Greg sits down, his ass on the ground and his hands between his legs, he does not seem to notice, that he is acting like a dog, as he looks at the clothes. The teen feels confused and unsure what to do, he does not notice as he lets out a whimper, “what am I supposed to do?”