[Request] Stupendous Girl's Scat Desperation

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            Stupendous Girl’s ass rumbled with her hot, expanding farts. Her pleated skirt flapped up around her ass even though she was flying at top speed over the city. Her blond hair whipped behind her. She wore a blue leotard with sleeves and a red skirt, cape, and knee high boots.

            She wiped away a strand of hair that clung to her sweating forehead. Her face twitched. The enormous weight of her lunch from Belly Buster Burger creeped slowly through her. She could track the movements of the weight with her mind, the aching journey of her triple bacon cheeseburger with extra pickles and onions.

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            Her insides squeaked and farted, her guts struggling with processing the warm, gurgling mess. Stupendous Girl winced. Her legs squirmed as she flew. The crawling need was sapping her strength. She flew down, landing on the pavement outside an office building and rushed inside.

            With superspeed she raced down the hall, past the confused receptionist, hoping to find a bathroom as quickly as possible, but Stupendous Girl had to screech to a halt on the marble floor.

            A line of superheroines filled the hall outside of the women’s restroom. Stupendous Girl only recognized a few of them. It was a rainbow of women in colorful costumes, only they were all doubled over in desperate diarrhea-induced pain. They danced on the balls of their feet, gritting their teeth. Some had their hands shoved between their muscular asscheeks plugging their straining assholes with super fingers, desperate to stop their shit from escaping.

            Stupendous Girl strained her neck to look over the crowd, struggling to see over a super heroine with giant bird wings that took up most of the hallway. At the front of the line, the women’s bathroom door opened and Canadia, a superheroine wearing a swimsuit like the Canadian flag, teetered out. She looked spent and exhausted, but an almost organismic smile of relief was plastered across her sweating face.

            When she opened the door, struggling grunts from the stalls within echoed out into the hall, accompanied by the SPLORTCHING sounds of messy farts and the splashing PLOPS of logs splashing against toilet bowls. Stupendous Girl squirmed with sudden discomfort, her whole body convulsing as the shit within her spasmed, awoken by the sounds of struggling shitting women. With her supersenses, she couldn’t avoid the sewage smell of farts and shit escaping from the restroom.

            She pinched her nose. Her entire body convulsed, the weight and pressure inside her shifting, awakened by the toxic shit smell fulling the hall. The groaning, struggling noises made her own guts creak and cramp. She folded her arms around her stomach and bounced in place. The line moved, someone else entering the restroom to fill Canadia’s empty stall, but there were still so many women waiting in front of her.

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            Stupendous Girl’s ass ached from clenching. Her bowels were swelling, the urge to shit like a horrible weight inside her guts, but she was at the front of the line.

            Muscella, a giant orange woman dressed in a pantsuit, stepped out of the restroom, bending down so that her head could make it though the doorframe.

            Relief! Stupendous Girl’s soul screamed.

            She rushed forward, almost barreling into the much taller woman.

            “Excuse me! Excuse me!” Stupendous Girl said, rushing into the restroom and making a beeline toward the first stall, now open and unoccupied.

            She stopped on a dime, covering her mouth, gagging, eyes watering.

            Muscella had left the toilet destroyed. It was clogged, overflowing with her massive logs. It was a massive pile of curling brown and yellow gooey turds that rose up from the bowl in a pyramid of shit. Heat radiated off the oozing mess. A log rolled off the pile, off the toilet seat, and onto the floor with a splat.

            Stupendous Girl’s legs trembled. It took all the willpower and all of the super muscles in her ass to not shit her leotard right there.

            While she was paralyzed, horrified by Muscella’s droppings, the second stall opened and Web Woman stepped out. She was adjusting her signature webshooter gun. The gun protruded out of the seat of her red and blue spiderweb decorated suit. She noticed Stupendous Girl with some annoyance and powerwalked, almost sprinted, out of the bathroom without washing her hands.

            Stupendous Girl pulled herself away from the trainwreck of Muscella’s feces and nearly dove into the second stall, only to gasp again.

            The seat of the toilet and the walls of the stall were covered with viscous web fluid. It clung to every surface, dripping inhuman juices onto the floor. Some of the webs were clotted and gray and more solid, gooey web-y turds entangled in the snotty strands. The entire stall stank like rotten fruit mixed with rubbing alcohol, a bizarre combination that made Stupendous Girl’s head spin. She turned to look in the direction of where Web Woman had gone, realized with growing horror that Web Woman’s webs were actually her shit fired out of her ass in gooey strands.

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            Explosive farts interrupted Stupendous Girl. The third stall door opened with a slam.

            Stupendous girl peered in, expecting to another superheroine to be exiting the stall, but she was greeted by pale farting ass.

            The superheroine Twister was sitting on the toilet bowl with her legs pulled up and her feet on the seat like a little gargoyle. Her back was facing Stupendous Girl and the stall door. Despite her tiny size, her ass was surprisingly wide, nearly twice as wide as her waist.

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            She farted again with the force of a tornado. The black, tattered dress she always wore fluttered around the billowing force of her farts, revealing her bare ass and straining asshole. Twister never wore panties. She constantly flew around the city with her ass and pussy hanging out for all the world to see. No one ever told her anything. When you can easily lift up entire city blocks with your mind, you can get away with practically being bottomless all the time.

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            Another wave of stench erupting from Twister’s quaking, ripping asscheeks. The water rippled and splashed in the bowl. Twister’s curly green hair billowed in the toxic gusts, as did Stupendous Girl’s skirt and hair. The stench filled her entire sinuses and she felt dizzy and nauseous, the strength sapped from her.

            “Close the door, stupid!” Twister barked at her.

            Swaying on her feet, Stupendous Girl closed the stall door shut.

            In a queasy haze, she wobbled over to the last stall. She knocked on it.

            No answer.

            She peeked under the stall door. There was a messy, shit stained blue jumpsuit on the floor. Someone didn’t make it to the bathroom on time, but there was no occupant to be seen.

            The stall door swung open, clonking Stupendous Girl right on the top of her bent over head.

            “Sorry.” a curt voice said.

            Stupendous Girl lifted her head to see absolutely no one exit the stall door. There was only a long strip of toilet paper floating in the air, swinging toward the sinks, and the soft sound of footsteps padding across the floor.

            Stupendous Girl suddenly recognized the jumpsuit as belonging to Transparent Girl of the Fantastic 64. She realized that Transparent Girl was streaking invisibly around the bathroom unaware that a strip of toilet paper dangling from and clinging to her asscrack.

            Stupendous Girl opened her mouth to say something, but the sudden twisting of her guts pulled her instead in the direction of the unoccupied final stall.

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            The super speedster HyperBree raced into the stall before Stupendous Girl. A red blur of motion, she closed the door, kicked her short shorts, belt, and shit streaked granny panties onto the floor, and immediately began hosing the inside of the toilet bowl with diarrhea shit, all in a split second.

            “Oh FUCCkk….” HyperBree groaned.

            Stupendous Girl convulsed with impatience, with exploding need. A bomb was going to detonate in her ass. She ground her teeth. She couldn’t hold it much longer. Sweat dripped from her face and grew in large patches under her arms.

            There was only one solution.

            Stupendous Girl poked her head out of the women’s restroom. The hallway was empty. She hobbled out of the restroom, her hands wedged up her asscrack, masking the sound of her panicked little farts, and to the other side of the hall. The men’s room.

            She opened the door a crack. It was empty. No one was at the stalls or urinals. She ran into the stall, her footfalls echoing on the linoleum.

            Stupendous Girl closed the stall door and immediately began to undress. Her trembling fingers struggled to unfasten her cape from her leotard. She twisted and wiggled and squirmed with compete abandon now. Her shit prodded at her asshole from the inside. The toilet bowl behind her was a screaming presence, calling out for her ass, beaconing her with relief.

            Her cape removed, she hung it on the coat hook the inside of the door. The yanked off her belt and hung it by the hook. She stepped out of her skirt while struggling to pull her arms out of her sleeves to pull down her leotard, but the fabric clung to her sweating skin.

            The restroom door opened. Two men walked chattering to each other.

            Stupendous Girl froze as much as she could, her wiggling turning into convulsive, vibrating shakes. She heard both men step over to the urinals and the trickling of piss.

            The stress was building in her. Her ass spasming and twisting and burning, fighting with every last ounce of strength against her desperate bodily functions. She placed her hands against the stall door, breathing deep, eyes crossed, her mind empty except for the thought that she must not shit, but they just kept pissing. Why dear God couldn’t they just-

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            Failure. Exploding white hot chunks of shit filled the seat of her leotard and splashed out in waves from her leg holes, painting her trembling legs and splattering across the floor in enormous puddles of sewage.

            “nNOOOO!!” Stupendous Girl screamed. She clenched, grasping with her rectum, but her the floodgates were open and her ass would not obey her. Watery warm diarrhea splashed through the fabric of her leotard like a geyser.

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            The growing puddle spread out from the urinal, slowly flooding the entirety of the bathroom floor with her rancid waste.

            “WHAT THE FUCK!?” the men screamed. Shoving their cocks back into their pants and covering their noses, they ran out of the restroom. Their eyes watered from the inhuman stench burning the air.

            “Ouuuuu…” Stupendous Girl whimpered. She sat down on the toilet seat, still clothed, in her ruined leotard.

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            Ropey turds squelched out of her widening, belching asshole and filled the seat of her leotard, their gooey weight clinging to her round asscheeks.

            Stupendous Girl sniffled. She had shat herself, her, a superhero. If word got out about this, her reputation would be ruined.

            Lost in thought, she absently reached for the toilet paper dispenser. Her fingers curled into the dispenser and found nothing. She froze, staring at the dispenser with a trembling lip. There was no toilet paper to wipe with.