"Oh, man." Wesley's paws slapped against the damp concrete and tile. "Make way, heavy load coming through..." He said to himself as he made it to the restrooms, enclosed in a small area connected to the main building in front of the pool. Wesley had moved his paws from underneath his tail to the sides of his trunks as he was getting ready to walk into the little bunny's room, starting to pull them down as he turned the corner, grabbing the handle as he ran into the locked door.
"Ow!" Wesley said as he hit the floor, trunks falling down to his ankles as he sit in front of the restrooms. "Huh? Oh, what does that mean?" He asked to himself as he saw a hastily drawn circle with a slash through it on a piece of paper stuck to the front of the door. A janitor poked his head out, a gopher addressed Wesley after looking surprised. Wesley was about to put his paws on his hips before suddenly yanking up his trunks, at least far enough to cover anything important. The janitor cleared his throat. "Oh, sorry about that, kiddo. The bathroom's not working right now." He looked around outside. "Um, maybe we'll get it fixed in the next 45 minutes." He said, shrugging.
Wesley pressed his stomach. "45 minutes!?" He croaked. "Uh, but I gotta go right now!" He said, pressing harder as he slowly stood up. The janitor tucked his head back inside the door. "Oh, well, you'd better hold it! I'll try to make it quick. Maybe in 30 minutes instead..." He said, disappearing inside the room and locking the door. Wesley tried grabbing the handle to the male's room again, only to realize it was useless. He stood there for a few seconds, thinking of what he could do instead, only to be interrupted by sudden flatulence reminding him that it was about time to make up his mind.
He waddled back to the pool, waving his friends over as he pressed his hands to his rear as hard as he could. "Guys, guys!" He said to his friends. "The bathroom's broke!" He said, hopping in place. His friends murmured to each other as they considered what this would mean for Wesley.
Winston waded up to the side of the pool. "Uh oh. Wesley, you gotta do it somewhere." He said, looking to his friends. Phil came around to the side. "Yeah Wesley, you'd better go. You look like you're about to do it right in your pants." The skunk said, making Wesley wince at the thought, simultaneously becoming a more comforting one as time went on. Connor nodded. "Yeah, you don't look so good. Uh...Should we get the life guard?" He asked. Winston piped in. "No, no, no need. Listen Wesley, this means you have to do it in the girl's room! It's the only way!" The others looked at Winston strangely, but soon agreed as they saw Wesley bobbing his legs.
Wesley listened to his friends as much as he could during his loudly rumbling stomach, but something had to happen.
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