[Request] Public Restrooms No More!

2 months ago…

            When Rex Roulette, supervillain, businessman, and mayor of New York, stepped into his office building, his lip immediately began to curl in disgust. A foul, sewage stench drifted into his nostrils.

            “Sir, sir, there was an incident…” a receptionist stammered, running up to him from behind the welcome desk.

            WHOOSH

            A blue blur rushed down the hall at top speed, flying past Rex and the receptionist, across the lobby, and out the door, all in an instant. The receptionist shrieked and yanked her billowing, lifting skirt down over her lacy thong panties.

            Rex’s eyes became steely and cold. He stomped across the lobby and down the hall to the restrooms. He had a burning suspicion of where the stench was coming from and who was responsible.

            “DEAR GOD!!” he screamed. The floor of the men’s room was destroyed, oozing diarrhea and fat turds spread across the floor from the first stall.

            He staggered back, out of the bathroom and into the hall, fists clenched in rage. The men’s room, the men’s room of his office building had been defiled.

            He coughed and turned his head, an even greater, burning stink was radiating out from the women’s restroom.

            He slowly pushed the door of the women’s restroom open and stuck his head inside. His hand instantly clamped over his face. His eyes watered from the toxic farts. He saw the ruined toilets through the open stall doors, the first overflowing with a pyramid of massive logs, the second covered in globs of spider webs, the third obscured completely by a cloud of hazy farty fog, and, on the floor of the last one, a discarded, shit filled superhero costume.

            “I SWEAR ON THE ROULETTE NAME-“ Rex shouted, pausing to cough and gag- “I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!”

***

            The Majorette gave him the opportunity he needed. With her brown note weapon, she turned all the superheroes in the city into shitting, disgusting messes. The news constantly ran footage of the superheroes losing control and shitting in public throughout the city with no regard to the superheroes’ privacy and angry protests.

            “This public indecency, this rectal terrorism, ends today!” Rex shouted to an enormous crowd. Behind him, Twister’s naked ass and pussy filled his presentation monitor. Her asshole was stretched open, gaping around the girth of a massive turd. It was a photo taken moments before she accidentally hosed down dozens of reporters with shit while under the influence of the Majorette’s brown note.

            “As mayor, I now decree that all so-called superheroes must pay a toll to use our city’s public restrooms. If they want to parade around in their secret identities and act outside the law, then they forfeit the same rights our law abiding citizens do.”

            “And-“ Rex clicked the button to another slide, this one filled with complex charts and graphs with arrows and lines rising upward. “This will stimulate our economy while completely reforming our sanitary system!”

            The crowd cheered, supporting the new law all the way.

***

            “Outta the way!” Hyperbree screamed.

            She zoomed across the city on her shrieking sneakers. Her hands clamped over her ass.

            “UUlllgghh…” she grimaced, her hips twisting from the cramping shifting in her gut. With every twisting desperate little potty dance her body was forced to make, the red zooming blur of her body twisted and weaved and zigzagged in random directions.

            At the entrance to Central Park, a massive line of superwomen stood outside the porta-potty. They danced on their feet, faces curled in annoyance and desperation.

            A police officer stood guard in front of the porta-potty to make sure everyone paid the toll. Rex had sent his officers to guard every public restroom in town, enforcing his iron will over the superheroes asses and bladders.

            VROOOMM

            Hyperbree screeched to a stop in front of the two women at the head of the line.

            “Oh god, please can I cut, please please please? I’m about to go in my shorts…” Hyperbree whined. She was sweating bullets and hopping up and down on her feet.

            The two women, Lady Torch and Dragon Woman of the Fantastic64 just frowned at her.

            “Everyone in line is at the end of their rope just like you.” Dragon Woman said. She pushed her big octagon-shaped glasses back up her nose. They were fogged by her body heat. Her purple scaley skin looked slimy with sweat and giant patches had formed across the armpits and ass of her blue Fantastic 64 jumpsuit.

            GggRRrbbLlggg

            Her tail coiled and twisted behind her. She doubled over, grabbing her suddenly gurgling stomach.

            “Oh, why did my creator build my android body with the ability to make feces?” Dragon Woman melodramatically moaned.

            “Will you shut up!” Lady Torch hissed. Her own guts gurgled and squeaked.

            BBRRRPPHHSS

            A little burst of farting flame escaped between her small clenched asscheeks. She quickly shoved the length of her hand into her asscrack to stop herself from farting fire onto the crowd behind her. Steam poured out of her ears while she winced and clenched.

            “You guys are gonna make me go right here!” Lady Torch complained.

            The porta-potty door opened and a drained, exhausted, but very relieved looking Stupendous Girl stumbled out.

            VVRRRROOOM

            Hyperbree was already gone, cutting in front of the line and slamming the door behind her before Lady Torch, Dragon Woman, or the police officer even had a chance to breathe.

            Hyperbree crouched over the toilet, her sweaty fingers fumbled with the belt holding up her red hotpants.

            It was then that she noticed the toilet bowl was irreparably clogged with shit, piss, and crumpled toilet paper, a horrific mountain reaching up dangerously close to the toilet seat. Hyperbree recoiled, jerking her hips away and the sudden motion combined with the noxious smell rising up below her was the last straw. A muddy shifting weight SPLORTCHED and gurgled out of her ass, spilling out into her granny panties, mashing against her tight athletic asscheeks. The seat of her shorts immediately began to sink, filling and swelling, ballooning out, drooping from her massive muddy load.

            But Hyperbree, for the first time in her life was frozen in place, paralyzed by the horrifying, warm feeling of her ass unloading an endless barrage of shit.

            “HEY GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!” Lady Torch shouted from outside. Her voice was followed by the protesting screams of the other superheroines all desperately trying not to shit their pants like the unfortunate Hyperbree.

***

            Muscella powerwalked through the courthouse lobby. With her enormous orange body, each footfall of her heels was like a gunshot on the floor. She was returning to her job as a lawyer after her lunchbreak was interrupted by a surprise battle with the Mardi Gras Man.

            It had been a tense battle, but in the end, she defeated the Mardi Gras Man by breaking both of his magic stilts.

            Unfortunately, the battle didn’t give her an opportunity for a bathroom break and now Muscella’s ass felt strained and full with a twitching anxious need. She beelined to the restroom in the courthouse lobby like a freight train, but she was suddenly stopped by an arm blocking her path, an arm belonging to Mayor Rex Roulette.

            “Now just what do you think you’re doing?” Rex said, blocking her path to the women’s restroom.

            Muscella glared down at him with her eight-foot-tall frame. A sudden spasm made her hips squirm and her heels almost lost their balance on the polished floor.

            “Rex.” she hissed through clenched teeth. “You know exactly what I’m trying to do.”

            It took all her self-control to not chuck the bald headed man out of the way and charge through the restroom door, rip her slacks off, and destroy the closest toilet with her waste.

            Rex tilted his head, staring at Muscella’s wide twitching hips. A sudden intestinal cramp made her knees knock together and her ass stick out. A strained PPHHRRttbbb escaped from her clenching asshole. The fart was loud enough that all of the lawyers and other courthouse employees turned their heads, their eyes meeting Muscella’s giant ass, nervous sweat forming in the center of her gray pin-stripe slacks, right between the two globes of her asscheeks.

            “I can hazard a guess,” Rex said. “Unfortunately, the courthouse is a public space, so there is the matter of the fine.”

            Muscella’s body beginning to tremble with rage and with the growing pressure of her monstrous shit filling her bowels to their limits. Sweat dripped off her orange face. Her hands reached for her purse only to find that it was gone.

            Her hands dug into the blazer’s pockets, sweat appearing in her armpits. Her fingers clawed through loose change. The nickels and quarters slipping through her sweaty fingers. Her eyes stared into space, her concentration solely focused on controlling her ass, containing the shit within, holding the onslaught tightly inside her trembling asshole-

            SSPPRRLLTCCCCHHH

            The tension was too much, a sudden shifting of the turds inside her, and her shit wrenched itself free from her anal walls. It burst from her sore, useless asshole with such force that it ripped through the seat of her pantsuit, a giant solid flying log bursting through the fabric, arching through the air, and dropping onto the ground with horrifying splattering thuds.

            “UUrrrhhhnngHH!!” was all Muscella could manage, an animal ground of defeat and shame. She teetered on her heels, shit still spilling out of her, fat turds ripping her open violating her from the inside out in farting gasps. She fought back tears of pain and humiliation. Through her bleary eyes she could see the shocked faces of the heavily populated courthouse staring at her with disgust or terror, holding their noses, the rich humid stink of her emptying rectum and its vile contents filling the lobby.

            Losing her balance, Muscella fell down onto her hands and knees, unintentionally bowing before Rex, folding under his will. While she crumpled, the seat of her pants completely split apart, stretching around her orange, shit smeared cheeks, mooning her entire ass to the lobby. Her dark sputtering asshole dribbling shit onto the floor as it settled, and relief crept its way into her body butt-first.

            A handkerchief, Rex’s handkerchief, tossed down from his outstretched hand and landing in front of her face.

            “Do try to clean yourself up,” he mocked. “You’re making quite the scene.”

***

            Transparent Girl, founding member of the Fantastic 64 waddled at top speed through Central Park. Her guts sloshed with her swirling diarrhea. While the Fantastic 64 Mansion, her headquarters, was private property and didn’t have to follow Rex’s laws, the mansion only had three bathrooms. Between the 64 of them, it meant that there was never a toilet available when you needed it.

            Up ahead was a public restroom, a small brick-built building, and a cop guarding it. Her hands went to her wallet, fuming at the stupid law. But then, a plan entered her mind and a mischievous grin spread across her face.

            She snuck around the building, approaching it and the police officer from the bushes. Her hands pulled off her skin-tight blue jumpsuit, peeling it off her curves, sweaty pale skin exposed to the air, the jumpsuit traveling down her back, off the soft curves of her ass, shimmying down her legs.

            A now-invisible body stepped out of the jumpsuit and streaked past the guard and into the sanctuary of her restroom.

            She dove into the first stall and slammed her ass onto the seat. Still invisible, burning diarrhea splattered the inside of the toilet bowl, appearing from seemingly nowhere,

            “OOuuhh shittt…” she panted, pushing with her ass muscles, sighing in near-orgasmic joy as her ass emptied, spraying orange-y slimy fluid into the bowl.

            “HEY- HEY YOU CAN’T GO IN THERE! – YEAAGGHH!!!”

            The cop from outside went flying into the restroom, past the stalls and crashed into the far wall, immediately turned into an unconscious heap.

            Twister charged into the restroom in a rage, her nose upturned. She obviously didn’t care about Rex’s new law.

            Transparent Girl was shocked. She stared through the open stall door at Twister, suddenly realizing that she had forgotten to close the door. Her hands cupped her boobs, squishing them against her body. She pressed her thighs together, trying to cover herself.

            But wait… She looked down. She was still invisible.

            Transparent Girl lowered her hands, relieved. Then, she lifted her head away from her naked but invisible body and was suddenly staring straight into Twister’s naked ass.

            While Transparent Girl was concerned about her nudity, the shameless Twister had pulled aside the wispy ribbons of her dress, exposing bare panty-less ass. She hover squatted over the toilet, rumbling asshole pointed directly at Transparent Girl.

            Transparent Girl pressed herself as far back onto the toilet seat as she could, her face twisted, her mouth trembling with primal fear. She was transfixed like seeing an eldritch horror by the wide shape of Twister’s ass, her toned thighs as she bent over, the suspiciously slick shape of her wavy pussy lips.

            “W-wai-“

            PPHHHRRTTTTTbbbbSSPPRRLLLRRRRTTTTTT

            Her sound was smothered by the explosion. Greenish bacteria-infested shit flung out of Twister’s hole, hosing down the invisible Transparent Girl whose desperate pleas were blotted out by the deafening meaty farting rectal sounds of Twister’s ass. Invisible hands tried to fight back the waves of shit, but Twister, grunted and squinted. She pulled apart her cheeks so her bubble butt couldn’t get in the way of the shit-geyser, pulling her asshole wider than before. She pushed so hard creamy white discharge was forced out of her pee-trickling pussy and dribbled down onto the floor.

            Minutes later, a much lighter feeling Twister reached behind her to grab toilet paper out of the dispenser. But the normally fearless hero jumped at the sight behind her.

            Shit covered Transparent Girl’s invisible body, curtains of slime like she was some sort of poop ghost.

            “GAH! What the fuck?!” Twister yelped.

            Transparent Girl became visible again, her body drifting into unconsciousness.

            “EwwW!! Why didn’t you tell me you were there, you fucking pervert!” Twister berated her as she reached under her dress and roughly wiped her ass and pussy.

            “Disgusting!” she shouted at her, tossing the used toilet paper at Transparent Girl’s shit-covered face, where it just stuck to Twister’s own shit.

***

            Of course, not all the superheroes had a problem adapting to the new law. Web Woman suspiciously was never seen going into one of the public restrooms, although some of the criminals noticed that she was producing a greater amount of “webs” from her butt-mounted web launcher. Little did they know that her gooey sticky webs were actually her own shit, and the web launcher was just a contraption that reached up her ass and shot out her sticky shit at high speed.

            The winged superhero Eagle followed the example of birds and chose to do her business from high perches out of public sight. She squatted on rooftops and next to gargoyles with the pigeons, peeling her tight pants off her ass and down her thighs, trying to ignore the occasional screams of citizens from the streets below as they were suddenly splattered by rancid shit from the heavens.

***

            Whistling to himself at the start of a new day, Rex Roulette strode into his office.

            “Rex.”

            A cold voice greeted him. Stupendous Girl stood in from of his desk, her hands on her hips, her eyes filled with defiance.

            Rex tried to hide his surprise at seeing his sworn enemy in his office.

            “Stupendous Girl. I didn’t think you were on my calendar this morning? How can I help you?”

            “Cut the crap, Rex. You know why I’m here.” Stupendous Girl pointed her finger at him, leaning with her whole body into the gesture. “It’s this stupid law of yours. It’s obvious that you just want to humiliate the superhero community. Well, I say this stops today.”

            Rex stared at her, unflinching. “You think this is all for my ego? The threat posed by superhuman rectums to public property, to public decency, is very real. You of all people should know this, after drowning my men’s room with your filth.”

            Stupendous Girl swallowed and she felt her face grow hot. She thought she had sped away from the scene of that embarrassing toilet crime without anyone noticing.

            Stupendous Girl looked at Rex, in his pressed black suit, an immovable object, his face uncompromising disdain.

            Her lip curled at him, filled with anger for him, and anger at herself for what she was about to do.

            She took off her cape. Her hands went to her hips and unfastened her skirt. It fell to the floor around her ankles. Stupendous girl then pulled her leotard off her shoulders, slipping her arms out of it. Hooking her thumbs into her leotard, she pulled it down herself, exposing naked breasts, belly, hips, and pussy to the cool, airconditioned room and Rex’s bulging, shocked eyes. She clutched her costume in a bundle to her chest.

            “Wha- What are you doing?” he stammered.

            Refusing to make eye contact, she stepped onto his desk. Wearing just her red boots, the otherwise completely naked superhero squatted over the desk with her hands on her knees. Her face squinched up.

            Rex stared, his throat drying. His eyes stared directly at Stupendous Girl’s pussy, the two crescents of her squatting asscheeks, and the pulsing, distending asshole between them.

            “NO! NONONONO!” he screamed like a child having a tantrum.

            SSPPPRRRBBBLLLRBBBB

            Shit spilled out of her, a gyrating snake lashed out of her ass and slammed onto the desk. It was followed by a liquid, chocolate brown explosion, diarrhea splashing against the desk and spilling out over the floor. Piss blasted out of her pussy like a faucet, drenching Rex’s imported Italian rug.  

            “GET OFF OF THERE!” Rex howled. He sidestepped the piss, his hand lunging for the telephone on the corner of his desk.

            “SECURITY! SECURITY!” he was already shouting before picking up the receiver, but his shoes slipped on the growing flood of diarrhea, and he crashed back-first into the Stupendous Girl’s liquid sewage.

            “If you don’t remove the law!” Stupendous Girl shouted over the squelching sounds SSPPRRRRTTCCHHH of her asshole. “Every other superhero is going to use this office or any of the offices of any of your businesses across town as their own personal toilet!”

            Rex tried to get to his feet. The stench of shit was making him dizzy, the hot, wet, rotten smell ate away at his confidence, his previously iron will. He gripped the desk, knees and shoes slipping on shit, his head lifted, pleading to the squatting naked superhero above him.

            “S-STOP THIS! Stop this please! I’ll repeal the law! Just stop shitting!”

            The slorping spray of diarrhea slowed to a trickle and Stupendous Girl stepped off the desk with a cheerful smile.

            “Thank you, Rex!”

            SHRRIPP

            Using her superstrength, Stupendous Girl completely stripped his white, clean shirt off his body.

            “AAHHK!” Rex squawked, suddenly shirtless.

            Stupendous Girl shoved his shirt up her asscheeks, wiping herself with his dry cleaned, pressed dress shirt.

            She dropped the used shirt on the ground with a splat. Then, Stupendous Girl casually walked away, stepping into her clean leotard and pulling it up her body while she walked.

            Left shirtless and in a room filled with shit, just like the bathroom that inspired him to put out the law to begin with, Rex clenched his fist.

            “Laugh while you can, Stupendous Girl. But I, Rex Roulette, will have my revenge!”