"Oh no . . . Not again," Gwendolyn Maxine Poole thought as she found herself once again within another random group thread with an urgency boiling within her. Her rose tinted gaze darted all around looking for the familiar symbol notifying her of a place in which she could relieve herself of this growing need in solitude. Sweat began to bead under her face mask ans she could feel pain as her abdomen began to toil and bubble. She nervously bit her lip as she continued to scan the area attempting to locate somewhere, anywhere that could help her in this dire situation.
With no other options within her immediate sight, Gwen was about to approach another member of this thread before she finally saw it, the tell tale sign of a unisex restroom. She nearly wept for joy as she hurriedly skittered over to the door, flinging it open. It was a this moment that once again her joy was ruined by a villain she had come to know quite well, the one known as Red Skull. The head of Hydra was once again sitting upon her destined porcelain throne. His bony ass squarely planted, he looked up from his phone, seeing the masked mercenary standing before him in an all too familiar situation. A sense of regret flowed through his garbage self as he realized he once again forgot to lock the restroom door.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY," the white and pink clad demanded as she grabbed him by his stupid shoulders, grasping him with all her strength as she flung him off of the john.
"Mein Gott, not again!" he shouted as he found himself once again flying through the air, his pants still around is ankles as he hit the floor just outside the restroom he had previously occupied. "THIS VILL NOT BE ZEE LAST TIME YOU SEE ME, GWENPOOL! I SHALL HAVE MEIN REVENGE!" he shouted as he stood up, pulling his trousers up to cover his bony ass.
Gwen, now alone, danced as she, unlike this bathroom's previous occupant, remembered to lock the door behind her. She then quickly began to remove all her weaponry from her person, placing each of her contraband down so it would not go off as she dropped this bomb within her chosen water closet. She silently pleaded with herself hoping she could keep her cheeks clenched long enough so that she would not let any of it out and ruin her underoos. She hurried herself, as she sweat in anticipation of the relief in which she was about to receive. Finally laying aside all her hardware of destruction she took to finding the clasps that kept her inside her one-piece costume. She tossed her bleached gloves aside to allow her fingers to find the clasps unrestricted.
"Come on, come on," she pleaded with herself, and whatever deity took pity on her as she clenched her jaw. She strained to keep her bowels in check, mustering all the strength her rear end muscles had to keep that passage closed. Finally undoing the little clasps her one-piece hit the floor. She quickly stepped out of it and slid her undergarments down as she felt the cool, firm seat of the potty that was now beneath her.
Victory finally within her grasp, she let loose allowing her colon to evacuate it'self. Tears of joy rushed down her face as she felt her body quake with pleasure upon releasing this pressure she had been cooking up for some time. Her bottom erupted violently, sounding as if a war-zone had broken out between her butt cheeks. She let out a war cry, as she wept for the battle between her and her posterior had only just begun.
The tiny room began to fill with a foul stench that one could have sworn was pulled from the deepest depths of hell. Her stomach turned, feeling as though her inner organs were about to expel with the waste that was escaping her slender frame. Her cries filled the soundtrack of those within earshot. One would think she was powering up, ascending to a more powerful form, the way she was calling out. Her whole body shook and trembled while she gripped the porcelain throne's seat, holding on for what felt like her final moments upon this Earth. Snot began to drip from her nose while the hot tears of pain and relief streamed down her cheeks.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" she shouted, feeling her butt trumpet away as she continued to fill the offering bowel to the porcelain goddess with her excrement. With one more powerful war cry she evacuated her bowels, ending what felt like the longest defecation session she had ever had in the history of her own life.
Tired, Gwen slumped upon her throne, spent and weak as a feeling of bliss flowed through her body signaling her natural endorphins taking hold. She remained motionless for several moments before she gathered the strength to carefully take the cheap two ply toilet paper that stocked the present washroom and began to wipe her rear of the remnants of the battle that took place between her cheeks. Making sure to finish off her wiping with a baby wipe to ensure no chafing, she finally flushed the demons that escaped her bum, taking them to the bowels of hell, never to be seen again.
A feint stench of death still hung in the air as she slowly pieced herself together. After fully washing her hands twice, she bang to piece back on the armaments that adorned her delicate form. Taking a big breath she felt a sense of joy return within her, where only anguish existed before. A wide smile creeped upon her lips, expressing her inner happiness. Flinging the door to the unisex restroom wide open, allowing the feint stench of the brimstone she had laid to waft forward.
"Whoooooh!" she exclaimed with a tone of excitement, as she then trotted upon her marry way. "You might want to give that a minute to . . . ya know, air out," she whispered to a random individual who may or may not have been waiting to use the facilities for their own needs. With a skip in her step and a song in her heart, the nightmare was once again over for Gwendolyn Maxine Poole . . . for now.
