This choice: Joining Selena’s Bathroom Break • Go Back...Chapter #6Joining Selena’s Bathroom Break by: Unknown You didn’t have long to ponder where you were, as the creak of a stall door, louder this time, signalled that someone had entered your stall, and you were soon faced with the sight of… Selena? You were about to call out to her when you realized she was too preoccupied with her own business, her eyes glued to her phone, completely oblivious to the fact that you were treading water just a few feet away.
"Selena!" You yelled, your voice echoing off the tiles and bouncing around the cavernous bowl. She looked up with a start, her eyes wide and surprised to see you, of all people, in such a precarious position.
"Matt? What the...?" Selena's voice trailed off as she took in the scene, her eyes going wide with shock. She hastily pocketed her phone and stepped closer to the toilet, kneeling down. "What on Earth are you doing in there?"
You sputtered a bit more water. "Well, you know that plumbing job you guys gave me? It... didn't go so well. The harness broke and here I am."
Selena's face grew more concerned as she took in your naked, foam-covered form, bobbing helplessly in the toilet bowl. "Oh my goodness, you're okay, right?" She leaned closer, her eyes scanning you for injuries.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you assured her, trying to keep the panic out of your voice. "But where's Grace? Did she...?"
Selena's eyes grew as wide as saucers. "What do you mean? She was with you!"
You nodded frantically, the soapy water sloshing around your head. "Yeah, but when the foam hit, we got separated. I don't know where she is now!"
Selena's eyes grew wide with horror. "Grace!" She called out, her voice echoing through the stall. "Grace, honey, are you okay?"
But there was no response, only the faint sound of water trickling somewhere in the distance. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach, knowing that the plumbing system in the Oasis was a complex labyrinth of pipes and tubes that could lead anywhere.
"Grace!" Selena called out again, her voice filled with a mix of concern and a hint of fear. "Please, if you can hear me, let me know you're okay!"
The silence was deafening. You watched as Selena's expression grew more and more panicked, and you knew she was thinking the same thing you were: what if the foam had been too much for Grace? What if she had been swept away to some unknown part of the park, alone and scared?
But Selena was a woman of action, and she didn't waste any more time. She grabbed a handful of toilet paper and reached into the bowl to wipe the foam from your face, her eyes never leaving yours. "Hold on, I'm going to get you out of there." She said firmly. You nodded, trying not to let the fear take over.
With surprising ease for her size, Selena scooped you up in one hand and held you over the toilet bowl, her grip gentle despite her haste. She reached for the flush handle with her free hand, and with a quick motion, flushed the water and foam down, giving you a moment to catch your breath. She set you down on the floor, soaking wet and freezing cold, but at least you weren't trapped anymore.
"Thank you," you sputtered, your teeth chattering from the cold. Selena didn't waste any time; she grabbed a towel from a dispenser and began drying you off as you shivered. "We have to find Grace," you reminded her urgently, your eyes scanning the locker room for any sign of your missing companion.
With a nod, Selena pulled out her walkie-talkie and called out to Viola. "Vi, sweetie, I need you to get out of the shower. There's been a bit of a situation with Matt and Grace."
The static crackled in response, and then Viola's voice, faint but clear, echoed through the device. "What's going on?"
"We need to find Grace," Selena said, her voice tight with worry. "Her harness broke and she's somewhere in the pipes. We've got to get her out."
"Vi, it's an emergency," Selena spoke into the walkie-talkie, her eyes flicking around the locker room. "Matt's fine, but we need to shut down the whole system and get her out. She could be anywhere."
Viola's voice crackled back immediately. "I'm on it, Selena. Give me two minutes to get out and I'll start the shut down. Meet me by the control panel."
You nodded, wrapping the towel around yourself tightly to try and combat the chill that had set in. Selena didn't wait for your response before sprinting out of the stall, her giant feet pounding against the tiles as she dashed to the shower area. You followed as quickly as you could, the cold from the floor seeping into your bones despite the warmth of the towel.
Just as Viola turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, she heard a faint, muffled sound—like something heavy slamming against the pipes above her. A moment later, the sound of something small and fast shooting through the air caught her attention. Before she could react, the next thing she knew, there was a sharp impact against her back, followed by the unmistakable feeling of something—someone—clinging to her, sending both of them stumbling slightly.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw Grace's tiny form clinging to her, a look of absolute terror etched on her face. "Mom!" She yelled, her voice high and scared.
"Grace!" Viola exclaimed, dropping her towel and turning around, her heart in her throat. "Oh my God, are you okay?"
But before she could fully process what was happening, the tiny redhead began to slip down Viola's back, her desperate grip on the giantess's skin slipping away as the foam from the pipe made everything slick. Viola, noticing her daughter's precarious situation, instinctively bent over, catching Grace with her firm butt cheeks.
"Vi, I'm okay!" Grace called out, her voice muffled slightly by the thick flesh that cushioned her. She pushed against her mother's skin, trying to get a better grip. "Just...help me get out of here!"
Viola's eyes widened as she realized the situation. "Hold on, sweetie!" She exclaimed into her walkie-talkie, her heart racing. "Selena, I've got Grace! She's...uh, in my butt."
On the other end of the line, Selena's voice crackled with confusion. "Your what now?"
"My butt, Selena! She shot out of the shower and I caught her with my...my backside!" Viola corrected, blushing despite the urgency of the situation.
Selena's eyes went wide with shock. "What? Are you okay, Gracie?"
"I'm fine, Mom," Grace's voice was muffled but clear. "Just...please, get me out of here. I'm not a fan of this particular ride."
Viola chuckled despite the situation, her heart swelling with relief. She carefully leaned over and extended her hand, allowing Grace to climb onto her palm. "Well, you're definitely the first kid I know who's ever used the shower as a slip 'n' slide into their mother's behind." She gently wiped the last of the foam off Grace's face with her thumb.
Grace rolled her eyes, a little more of her usual self coming back. "Thanks, Mom. That's one for the baby book, I'm sure."
With Grace safe in her palm, Viola made her way back to her office, her heart still racing but the panic subsiding. As she entered the room, Selena looked up from her desk, her eyes wide with relief. "Is she okay?"
"Yeah, she's fine," Viola said, setting Grace down on the desk. The tiny redhead brushed off the last of the foam and took a deep, shuddering breath. "But we've got to figure out how to avoid this in the future. The harnesses should have held up better than that."
Grace nodded, her expression grim. "I'll look into it," she said, already mentally cataloging what had gone wrong. "We need better quality checks on our equipment."
Matt, who had been quietly listening, chimed in. "And maybe some kind of emergency signal or location device for situations like this?"
Viola nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. "Exactly, and speaking of new ideas, this whole ordeal has given me a brilliant one for the park." She looked over at Selena with a spark in her eye. "What if we had a ride where the tiny goes down a chute and then gets caught by one of the lifeguards with their, uh, booty?"
Selena's eyes lit up with excitement. "That's genius, Vi! It could be like a miniature 'Water Slide of Doom' but with a fun twist. Maybe we could even theme it around a giant toilet bowl?"
Grace's eyes grew wide, and she couldn't help but laugh a little, despite the traumatic experience she had just gone through. "Mom, that's actually a great idea," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "But, let's maybe not make it too traumatizing for the visitors, yeah?"
Matt looked at Selena and Viola, his eyebrows knitted together. "Hold on, guys. Before we get ahead of ourselves, shouldn't we focus on finding a way to ensure no one else ends up... you know, in a toilet bowl again?"
Selena nodded solemnly, but the spark of excitement in her eyes didn't die down. "You're right, Matt. But let's not forget that we run a business here. And a little bit of ingenuity can go a long way in making sure we stand out." She winked at him, her mind already racing with ideas.
Viola leaned back in her chair, her legs stretched out in front of her. "We could call it 'The Flush of Booty' or something catchy like that," she mused, tapping her fingers on the desk. "We could have a giant fiberglass toilet that the tiny gets flushed down they go down a couple of pipes and they get shout out at a lying lifeguard that is stationed for this ride and they land right on her cushioned booty."
Selena's eyes glinted with excitement. "Oh, and we could have different 'surprises' along the way!" She clapped her hands together. "Like little water jets that shoot off at random intervals, or spinning pipes to add to the thrill!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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