Anna feels a light tap against her thighs as she's looking over Joe's face which she ignores at first but when it comes a few more times she glances back while Joe tugs at the ring to see if it will budge. She sees the tail of the costume flipping back and forth and goes back to looking at Joe's nose without thinking much of it.
"Well at least the bleeding as slowed up." Anna said and she grabbed some tissues and cleaned the stains of blood from his face.
"Ug." Joe's stomach made a queezy noise that drew his hand down to it. "Forgot the reason I came here in the first place was to use the bathroom." His stomach turned again and he let out a low groan. His hand slipped lower and ran over the udder which had firmed up some since last he touched it. However his mind was on other things and he gently pushed Anna to the side and made for the toilet nearby.
"Well I'll just give you a minute then." She moved towards the door, feeling slightly guilty and looked back at him as he fumbled with the toilet seat. "Need help getting out of the suit?"
"I think I can manage." He tried to smile, make the best of the situation, but his stomach pained him again.
"Ok, I'll be out in the living room if you need me." She went over to the door, taking the knob in hand and shutting it slightly but not closing it just yet. He felt a familiar thing building in his stomach yet again and leaking into his throat. He looked over and saw her still standing there.
"Really, I'm fine hun. Just give me a few." He said in his most convincing voice. She nodded and shut the door as Joe covered his mouth firmly. He struggled to keep the feeling in his throat as he waited for the sound of her bedroom door closing before letting out a long moo into his hands.
With the moo stifled, Joe removed his hands from his face slowly to reveal the further "swelling" of his nose and now his lips as well. As he touched his nose he noticed two odd things: the first was that it did not hurt to touch the spot as much as it felt just normal and that the finger he touched with had the same feeling as his normal finger would.
Again his stomach groaned and his mind snapped back to the objective at hand. He stood up and tried to lift the underside of the costume, below the udder, to let his penis fall out so he could properly relieve himself but either the suit was tighter than he thought or his fingers were not agile enough to fit into the crack. The urge to go was becoming greater and was outweighing his sense of proper etiquette.
"Well if I pee into the suit," he said aloud, "then I'll just have it cleaned." The problem solved, at least to him, Joe went to sit on the seat and as he did the breasts of the suit, which had been large but inflexible attachments before, not only jiggled slightly but he felt it. This thought was overridden by the feeling of his butt cheeks squeezing together in a manner they never had before.
Standing back up, he took either check in his hand and look back at himself. The costume had been larger than he thought, with his butt having grown considerably while in it. As he shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the toilet he thought he saw the suit's tail flick but passed it off. He lifted the sit up and decided to sit right on the base just as his whole torso has a warm, immense pain burst through it.