This choice: You have no strength and no voice after Missy. You're stuck in the toilet. • Go Back...Chapter #9You're stuck in the toilet. by: bortimer   This was pretty much worst case. You didn't have the strength to move even if you weren't mostly buried in shit. As it was, you figured you had to stay put to regain your strength. You were flustered to find your voice was gone as well as all that escaped your mouth was a pathetic wheeze. Any sound was lost to the fans in the ceiling.
As the minutes ticked by, you occasionally tried flexing your arms, but no luck thus far. Soon, you hear the door creak open. "Come on," you thought. "There's four stalls in here, just pick the ones that aren't stacked to the brim with shit and employee. You heard some footsteps and then the door to the stall opened. It was some customer, a big fat bitch just like almost every woman in this town, it seemed. She eyed the toilet in disgust and seemed about to move on when she paused with a little "oh!" under her breath, before entering the stall and closing the door behind her. "Great," you thought. Had she just been overcome with such an urgent need that she couldn't stand to walk to the next stalls? Or... had she seen you and made her decision based on that?
She pulled down her pants and plopped her fat ass down. Her cheeks were flabby and soft. While every ass you'd encountered in your life was flabby and soft, this one was such that her cheeks actually drooped and sank down through the toilet seat -- not completely, just in that way that squishy flesh sort of spills over things -- and quite nearly came to rest on you.
The moments ticked by, and at first she just let out a few farts and pissed against the front of the bowl. That still got your legs, but whatever. But then you heard it, the only sound other than the occasional grunt and expulsion of gas: a rapid schlick schlick schlick from above. She was fucking getting herself off! After many minutes, the flesh ceiling just in front of you shuddered and clenched, barely perceptible since almsot all light was blocked out except for what could sneak in under the seat where her flab wasn't hanging over, and she came with a moan. As her shuddering passed, you thought that might be all there was, but suddenly your face was engulfed in something soft and horrid. You couldn't see it coming in the dark, but she'd shit in the end after all, apparently having been holding it throughout her self-pleasure. You tried to shake your head side to side to make room for air, but you were still barely able to move. The slick dump piled up on your face and blocked your air supply.
Thinking quickly, you did the only thing you could think of: you gathered the little air that was in your lungs and blew, hoping to blow a hole in the pile on your face. You're successful, but the maneuver creates a little noise as the air pops through the barrier. You honestly don't know if you want to be found out. On the one hand, what you really wanted to do was escape when no one was around, but at this point you were worried you'd never get a long enough pause to regain your strength properly before some lady comes by again to wring it all out of you.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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