You know what must come in, always comes back out. You begin hopping on the bouncy flesh.
Outside the pig, he was now clutching his lower belly. "Urrmph.. w-what is that doctor doing..?" He runs to the men's restroom, still naked. Nobody sees him, however, considering how late in the day it is. He makes it to a urinal.
Meanwhile, you are experiencing a golden shower that is quickly filling the bladder. You wrap the other hair around your waist as you take a deep breath and dive in. You push yourself out the ureter. Taking one last look at the squishy pink walls as you are propelled out of them, very fast. You land in the urinal. You look up and see the pig, holding his hairy sausage. (Ha.) His hairy everything almost distracts you from his face, which is one of relief. The pig notices you are in the urinal, and says, "O-oh! Hey, thanks doctor." He leaves and seemingly goes back to your room to pay and get his clothes. You hope he does pay.
