Afraid of being trampled by the parade of plodding feet, you scramble underneath the door of a closed stall. Pausing a moment to catch your breath, you stare dumbfounded at the spectacle before you.
The toilet was massive, much wider than the bowls used by your people (even taking into account the ratio of size). When you look at the behemoth that sits upon it, you see why.
She is wearing that a skirt that is down to her ankles, exposing her flabby pale skin. Her thighs are enormous. Huge rolls of flesh spilled over the the toilet seat in doughy flaps. you crane your neck to look at her beet red face. Her eyes are closed tight, concentrating as she strains her powerful muscles against the blockage in her bowels. Sweat streams down the vast curves of her buttocks as she grunts and squeezes.
Next to her left leg is her purse. It is tipped sideways,allowing you to slip inside while she's not paying attention.
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