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 Raven tip-toed silently but hurriedly across her darkened room.  Unbidden
by any physical force, the automatic doors slid open as she approached and
she winced slightly.  The hissing seemed abnormally loud in the dead
silence that gripped Titan's Tower late at night, and waking her sleeping
friends was not something she intended to do.  She knew it was very
doubtful that the simple hissing of the automatic doors would be enough to
stir them, but given her present condition, facing them was something she
intended to avoid.

   The doors hissed again as they closed behind her and she briskly trotted
down the dark hall.  Her feet padded softly against the cold metallic floor
and she brushed an unruly strand of dampened hair out of her eyes.  A
chilly sheen of sweat covered her body and the pressure to reach her
destination quickly was increasing rapidly.

   She took a quick left, and trodded into a small room labeled "Bathroom"
across the door.  Softly, she closed the door behind her and flipped the
light switch.  Reaching the zipper that held her dark blue jumpsuit
together with her hands was nearly impossible, so she utilized her power
instead.  Relaxing as much as she dared, she reached out with her mind and
found the tiny clasp.  Immediately, a black hue surrounded it and it
automatically began descending.

   It quickly unzipped itself, stopping near her lower back just above her
buttocks.  She tugger her arms from the tight material and pulled it
completely off, revealing her thin, attractive form.  Despite ashen skin,
she was quite a lovely girl, in her own way.  Her lavander eyes and blue
eyes managed to compliment each other, as well as draw attention to her
pale skin.  Her face was nicely formed and her coy but infrequent smiles
added a sort of tomboyish look.  Her body, while under weight, was
attractive and well develpoed.  She hugged herself tightly to fend off the
cold as she headed for the toilet and by the time she'd reached it her pink
nipples were becoming erect.

   But it wasn't her body, or rather her physical appearance, that dragged
her from her slumber.  She plopped on the cool seat as quickly as she dared
and finally allowed her strained sphincter to relax.

   A wave of thick, watery muck flowed from between her cheeks and flooded
to toilet.  It was hot and had the consiscensity of runny chili.  A mixture
of brown liquid and particles of partially digested food splashed loudly
and continously into the pool below, and a pungent odor managed to defeat
the room's floral freshner.  As the rush subsided into a drizzle and
finally ceased, her bowel rumbled audibly as if to thank her for allowing
it to relieve it's load.  Finally, a thunderous wet fart ended her wave and
she buried her face in her hands.

   Diarrhea.  Raven hated having diarrhea.

   Through years of training, Raven had managed to gain almost complete
control of her body; both physically and mentally.  She could decide when
she needed to do almost anything.  Normal human needs like sleep, hunger
and even using the restroom were easy for her to suppress for hours. 
Having the runs changed that.  When her bowels were loose, controlling the
urges became almost impossible and she became ruled by her body's need for
frequent trips to the toilet.  Further, the cramping, bloating and gurgling
as well as the possibliity of a sudden attack made any sort of deep
meditation diffcult and risky.  Finally, it was humiliating; hence her
desire to keep her condition from the other four Titans.

   Raven reached for the half-full roll of toilet paper after finally
deciding that she was finished.  She spun cylinder and yanked several
squares of the thick, padded paper free.  She wrapped her right hand in the
tissue and slid it gingerly between her cheeks.  It slid easily and came
away covered in a wet, light brown substance.  She dropped the used wad
into the water and reached for more.  This time, however, she was forced to
roughly wipe and rub the sensitive skin to relieve the incesant iching and
burning.  After a third and forth wipe, to ensure cleanilness, she stood
and flushed.  She watched, disgusted, as the brown mixture spun faster
untilit was gone and had been replaced with clear toilet water.

   She washed her hands with a generous amount of soap and warm water,
pleased that the air freshner was again the dominant smell in the room. 
She quickly redressed, using her powers to re-zip the diffcult outfit. 
Finally, switching off the light she headed to bed.