You needed some time to yourself, but it was impossible due to the massive crowd circling around the nearby Hotdog stand. Finding a nearby Port-o-Potty, you figured you could at least get some alone time in there. As you opened the door, the foul stench of stale farts burned through your nostrils as you witnessed potent shitstains on the floor and along the rim. You quickly covered your nose and gagged, coughing violently as you carefully stepped inside, hoping that you wouldn't step in something disgusting.
Once inside, you'd close the door, but the lock were nowhere to be seen, oh well, not like you were going to do your business in here anyway.
With the outside voices being muffled by the wooden walls, and the dark lighting, you finally found some peace. Until you were startled by the voice of a woman outside. "Hold on Haley, those sausages gave me the runs, I'll be back soon."
This caused you to panic, as you had to get out of here before she'd enter. Unfortunately, your foot landed on a puddle of swampy diarrhea as you found yourself slipping on it, falling backwards.
Your butt would bounce on the toilet seat, before it'd slide into the hole, your legs bending as you found yourself slipping through. Your eyes would widen as all you could see was the hole above you, as you felt your back slap against a cold, sludgy mess.
You had fallen into the toilet! You immediately tried standing up in an attempt to climb out, but immediately laid back down as the girl from earlier opened the door.
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