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 The Bathroom

   KELLY'S AGONY

   (C) 2001-9 The Bathroom

   Kelly hated shopping, even for food, so when she had her purse stolen,
which had the telephone numbers of the supermarkets and stores which
deliver goods to her door, she realised that she needed to buy her mother
something for Christmas.  So, for the first time in years, she decided to
go out shopping.

   At that time of the year, there were crowds of people doing their last
minute shopping.  Kelly hated it...  that was one of the reasons why she
insisted on using the telephone to do her shopping.  It was also freezing
cold, and on that day, raining too, which made it far more miserable.

   She had entered a department store in the High Street...  a large
building with five floors.  She thought before she does any looking around,
she had better go to the toilet.  She had not gone since drinking two cups
of tea at home before she ventured out, so she went to look on two of the
floors for a toilet...none there, so she decided to continue shopping for a
mother instead.

   While she was walking around, she felt herself getting more desperate,
so she squeezed her legs slightly and carried on...  that must have
attracted a few stares from other shoppers.  Surprisingly, Kelly was able
to pick up a few presents and made her way to the checkout.

   However, the queues at the tills were extremely long and she had to wait
a while, and soon she was bursting.  She began to fidget and whistled to
herself to keep her mind off things.  The queues were slow to move, simply
because people had more items to buy than normal, which began to make Kelly
panic.  She knows she cannot just leave the queue to go to the toilet.  By
now she had been in the queue for thirty minutes and felt she was on the
verge of wetting herself on a few occasions.  She decided to put her
shopping on the front of her legs with her left hand, so she could
discreetly hold herself with her right.  She was also pacing on the spot
and again whistling to herself.

   Suddenly, she gasped, and felt a small jet of pee flow into her
knickers...  she became frantic, and grabbed herself very tightly now and
was fidgeting very wildly.  She didn't care who was watching.  She kept
leaking into her knickers and trousers every few moments.  She was using
all her willpower to prevent a major wetting.

   Then she thought, "Stuff it, I need a wee!", and raced with the presents
to find a toilet.  When she got to one however, there was a long line of
ladies wanting to use it.  Suddenly, she had a bright idea.  Kelly
pretended to pick up a dress from a clothes rack and found a changing room.
In one of the partitions, there was a large bin that had been left there.

   She dropped everything, rushed to pull her trousers down, crouched over
the bin, and started to gush into it.  Her stream made so much noise, but
she did not care as she was only concerned with getting rid of all held in
pee.  The big shock was that when she finished peeing, the bin was almost
full.  It was a relief just to let go.

   She left the changing room to rejoin the queues at the department store.
They were still long...  nothing changes.  She will soon be going back to
wanting her goods to be delivered to her door.