The gorillas came as a shock, but it wasn’t enough to pull the trio away from their enchanted dinners. They continued to feast. Debra’s now hoofed sheep feet couldn’t hold on her shoes, so they fell off. Her hands had morphed as well. And her head was very ovine, it looked just about fully morphed- all slightly larger than a normal sheep- with white wool all over.
Jason was rather large as well. His porcine form was filling out, his feet freed of shoes like Debra’s. No longer did he have a human skeleton, but a one of a pig’s, with lots of flesh all over his body. His face, plunged in a trough of slop, was fully porcine, hinting that the physical transform was complete.
But Creese was the largest of them all. His bovine size didn’t need any readjusting to live up to a human’s stature. He was a big bull, with a big bovine head crowned with two horns set atop a broad furry neck. Go down into a lengthy, thick body that his T-shirt and sport coat lengthened for. He sat down on two pointy hindquarters, a long tail coming out the back of him. His hands and feet were now hooves (his hind hooves tore right through his shoes).
Their mental regression sped up. Human socialization was exiting their minds. They were all drooling quite heavily. Jason let out a high-pitched fart. So did Debra.
Jason did feel comfortable with the room. It wasn’t welcoming like his pig pool home. His pig instinct told him to make a mess and claim the room as his own. Shortly after farting, Jason began ejecting feces into his underwear. The big log squished up against the back of his pants as he defecated.
Jason kept his head in the trough as his bowels forced out pig shit all over his hindquarters. It filled in down his underwear. Standing up on all fours, anyone watching the back of him would have seen his pants expanding out. The bulge ran up the top of his pants and some feces squeezed out the top of his pants, just under his curly tail.
Not even done taking a dump, Jason also began to urinate. His dainty piggy cock began firing urine right into the same pants he was decorating with crap. Wetness erupted between his hind legs and slowly descended as his crotch began to drip.
Along with two descended stream of wetness on his legs came down the fecal bulge. The barrage of pig poop dug its way down the back of both pant legs. They expanded outward as a pool of urine formed under his back. He took a quick look back to see that the effects weren’t effective enough to make the place feel like home.
Still devouring the slop, Jason continued to brown his ass as feces progressed down the sides of his pants, mixing with the urine. It was then he ran out of product. His peeing slowed, then stopped.
Jason’s soiling of himself didn’t seem to distract the two others. All three continued to eat.