Shiron does his best to keep to himself as he makes his way around the club. Though that greasy slop of his meal was starting to get to him. His stomach already grumbling loudly as he reaches down to rub at his gut. He had a few things to drink by then too and he could already feel his control over his bathroom functions starting to fade just a bit, making it a good bit harder to control himself as he squirmed in place. Looking around a bit before biting his lip. Waddling up towards a group of Legendz, offering a quick wave with a blush, offering a quick smile. “U-uh hey there, sorry to both you two, but do you up… Think you could point me over to the bathroom?” He questions a bit sheepishly, the two dragons looking over to him with a small grin, before glancing over to each other. Leaning in and whispering a few things to one another before looking back over to Shiron with a knowing grin. “Uh.. So is that a yes? Cause I really need to go..” He adds squirming around slightly where he stood, trying not to ruin the floor of the club.


“Oh no worries~ We were more than just surprised to see someone trying to be so secretive about it~” One of these teases with a dismissive wave of their claw. “But no worries cutie, we’ll push you in the right direction~” The other replies as they gesture over towards a hallway opposite of the dance floor. Shiron looks back towards the both of them, eyeing the two of them curiously, tilting his head to the side. Seeming to be weary of them, feeling like there was something the two of them were getting at. But at the same time he didn’t really have any time to waste. He could feel like he was about to burst at any moment. Crossing his legs over each other a small grunt leaves his mouth, the annoyance apparent on his face as he pushes forwards, heading towards the hall. He hears the sound of the two dragon Legendz laughing behind him, talking about something. But he did his best to ignore it. He couldn’t worry about any of that right now.


Eventually as he continues to walk Shiron soon reaches another door towards the end of the hall. Only one though, he hesitates for a moment, pulling his hand back before exhaling softly and pushing open the door. “Okay here we go..” Though as the door opens up he’s met by a totally normal bathroom. At least a totally normal public bathroom. The thing was absolutely filthy, various stains covering the ground, walls and doors of the stalls. Shiron rubs the back of his head and shakes his head. “Fuckin drunks.” He mutters quietly to himself, plugging his snout with one paw as he starts to walk around, careful of where he is going as he pushes open stall after stall. Each and every one of them was absolutely stuffed with filth. The floors were covered in piss and jizz, and the toilets were practically overflowing with shit. Massive logs, larger than anything he could have ever imagined stared back at him, piled up in the toilet bowl. Pulling himself away Shiron moves to open the last door. Peering inside he got a good look at how clean it was. At least in comparison to the rest of the room. Of course it wasn’t ‘clean’ but it was cleaner than all the other stalls, and at least the toilet was still usable. 


Shiron was on the brink, he could practically feel that oversized log starting to push its way out of his swollen hole. He tried his best to reach it, though it was already too late. The floodgates suddenly open as he lets rip a loud PPLLLRRRBBBTTTT Blasting ass hard as that hyper log of scat pushes its way out of his ass. Stretching his hole much further than he thought possible, the mere force of shitting himself forcing his legs apart as he falls to the ground. His bladder not faring any better as his semi-hard cock throbs and starts to spray a thick torrent of piss onto the ground in front of him. “H-haaa ohhh fuck~” He moans out, he wasn’t sure what it was, but there was just something so hot about this. His mind was spinning. How could this be hot, how could this feel so good. He was shitting himself in a public restroom. He could feel the seemingly endless log wrapping around, having filled up the area behind him as it smears itself across his back. Closing the stall door in the process. Soon after he hears the bathroom door open up. Shutting his mouth and biting his lip Shiron tries not to draw any attention from himself. Hoping the Legendz who was entering the stall wouldn’t notice him. Though he soon hears the sound of the stall door next to his opening, and mere moments later his eyes are drawn to the massive fuckstick being forced through the hole in the wall.


“It ain’t gonna suck itself newbie~” The voice teases, Shiron blushed furiously, and keeps his mouth shut, but maybe it was something in the food, or the stench in the air but he felt compelled to suck him off. Slowly crawling forwards, pinching off the hyper log He reaches a claw up, his pale white skin now stained a deep yellow as he grips the shaft. Leaning in he blushes deeper.


“I-I can’t believe I’m doing this..” He thinks to himself, taking the cock into his maw. Before he can even do anything the Legendz on the other side starts to thrust his hips forwards. Slamming his entire length into Shiron’s mouth. But he doesn’t cum, instead Shiron’s eyes widen as the strong taste of piss pours down the back of his throat. He knows he should be disgusted but as he guzzles down the Legendz’s piss he can only feel his cock throb with need. Blowing a hefty load of cum across the ground as the other creature pulls out. A few more blasts of the other dragon’s piss splattering across his face, his eyes glazing over slightly while his mind is twisted and corrupted ever so slightly. A slowly building love of filth slowly growing on his mind, the taste of that piss, laying here, wallowing in his filth. The feel of his own scat rubbing up against him felt amazing, it was unbelievable. He couldn’t really explain it outside of those words, nothing else came to mind, and all he could think about was the pleasure of it all. 


Shiron wasn’t sure how long he sat there for, wallowing in his own shit and the piss that covered the ground. He could vaguely hear the sound of the door open, the stall next to him quickly becoming occupied, time and time again someone stuffs their fat shaft through the door, ready to be used by another patron. With no urinals in the restroom, and with all the toilets overflowing someone had to deal with it. Every once in a while someone would slide a plate under the stall door, one that would slap wetly into the pile of shit behind him. He didn’t mind though. It wouldn’t stop him from picking up the piles of greasy burgers, wings, fries and whatever else was brought to him. Eagerly stuffing his face before returning to drinking down the acrid piss of other patrons. After some time Shiron was glad to help out, even if he didn’t fully put together what was happening to him. After some time he finally manages to pick himself up, his gut now sloshing heavily. Swaying back and forth with each passing second. He couldn’t think clearly at this point. Simply caught up in what felt like an endless daze of lust. But it didn’t matter too much anymore, he was content, he was happy being as filthy as he was. His tongue rolling out slightly as he licks at his chops, a low growl leaving his maw.


“F-fuck.. How long was I in there?~” He wonders aloud as he waddles his back out to the dance floor. His ears twitching slightly at the variety of new sounds that filled the air. The wet slapping, the crude, and foul bodily noises. They were still ever so slightly alien, something about them made it feel new, but somewhere deep in the back of his newly corrupted mind he knew exactly what would be waiting for him. Rounding the corner out of the bathroom he stares at the scene in front of him, all of the Legendz that he had seen, the different beasts and even the bartender were all around the dance hall all of them in various different positions and situations. Some were simply fucking, their obese sweaty bodies slapping together, rolls clapping against one another as they groan and wheeze in pleasure, others in much more filthy situations, shitty all over each other. Pumping out fat logs onto their guts before pissing on the new piles. Each and every one of the groups were depraved, and corrupted. Foul and filthy, there was no room for morals in the club, their fat bodies had made sure of that. The bouncer, a large footed Legendz rests his paw on Shiron’s shoulder.


“Hrrf~ Lookin for some fun big guy?” He questions, reaching a hand around to roughly grab that gut, giving it a few firm, lovinging squeezes as he licks at the back of his neck, slurping up some of the filth that had clung to the dragon’s body, Shiron shivers softly. In the recesses of his mind he could feel an ever so faint feeling of disgust, the last remnants of his old self fighting against the changes, trying to break free. But with his gut sloshing with piss, boozes, and greasy fatty food. With his head full of filthy thoughts there was no room for this resistance anymore, and like hell he even wanted that. This was more than he ever could have asked for, this feeling of fulfillment was better than anything he’s ever felt before, he knew he belonged here.


“Mm~ And what if I am?~” He questions, teasingly in response. The beast chuckling as without any effort he knocks Shiron to the ground before pressing his sweaty, musky foot up against Shiron’s muzzle, forcing the rank stench of his feet into his snout, jamming his toes into his snout, and as he removes a few strands of snot from his nose, smearing it across his muzzle as he chuckles.


“Damn!~ I thought you were some weak little bitch when you came in here, look at ya now~ Fucking disgusting freak just like the rest of us~” He remarks, pulling his foot back as Shiron mumbles something nearly incoherent under his breath. Barely even registering as he rips a loud BBRRRRRRRRMMMPPPFFFF A bomb-like burst of wind escapes his ass, practically visible as it smogs the air around them. The Bouncer was right too, Shiron was foul, disgusting and rancid, and fuck he loved each and every moment of it, he wanted nothing more than to keep it up, to stay here and be as nasty and filthy as possible. He continues to think this while pushing out another hyper log, one that snakes out across the ground, piling up against the bar table as he practically shits his brains out, the smells of filth, musk and sex filling each and every crevice of his mind. It was all just so amazing, better than anything he’s ever felt before, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. The bouncer chuckles, pressing his body against Shiron's, kissing him deeply as he runs his tongue along the inside of the wind dragon’s snout. While Shiron himself grinds up against the bouncer’s body, thrusting against his gut as he lets rip a torrent piss. He wasn’t sure how long it would last. But he would hope it would never end.