Chapter #4"Did you hear that?" by: Waht   "Hear what? Chelsea replied, apparently too caught-up in her fantasies to hear your fumble, however, Taylor was a bit more attentive, much to your displeasure.
"I think the girl between us fell down or something." You hear Taylor respond, before she lightly raps on the thin wall between you. "Hey, are you okay in there?" You stay a still as you can, hoping that she'll just give up and forget about you. "Hey, can you hear me? Say something if you can! Look, if you don't I'm just gonna look over, alright, so don't get mad at me okay?" Crap. There goes that plan. As you sit down on the toilet, you knees pulled up to your chest, you hope for something, anything, to stop her.
"Oh come on Taylor, I'm sure it was just your imagination, we're gonna be late if you don't hurry up!" You hear Chelsea shout, followed by a flush before she exits her stall. Good, hopefully that'll get be enough to get Taylor to leave.
"Wait a minute Chelsea, I think this girl is hurt." Moments later you hear a clatter as Taylor steps up onto her toilet, followed by a gasp, and you can't help but look up, and staring down at you is a rather shocked looking Taylor. "Holy shit, Chelsea, there's a boy in here!" Panicked, you leap up and quickly unlock the door and run out, hoping you can make it to the door before she can get a better look at you.
Unfortunately, your plan doesn't work out quite as you intended, because as soon as you open the door, you run face first into Chelsae's not-inconsiderable bulk, knocking you back onto your butt and disorienting you for a moment, which is just enough time for Taylor to exit her stall and stand beside you, cutting you off from the door completely.
"Oh wow Taylor, you're right!" Chelsea says as she stares down at you in shock, apparently having difficulty believing her eyes.
"I told you, didn't I!" She responds, seemingly rather flustered. All you can do is sit on the floor silently, hoping that nothing too bad will come of this.
"Say, wait a minute Taylor, I think I know this guy." Chelsea says, crouching down to get a better look at you.
"Really Chels?" She responds, squinting down at you herself.
"Yeah! I remember! I think I have a class with him or something! Dan or, Dean or something like that, right?" As she says this you feel her hand touch your face, gently directing you to look toward her. "Say, what exactly is you name again?" You briefly consider lying to her, but decide that it might be better if you just tell the truth. They seem pretty nice, and maybe if you're honest they'll just let you go. Right?
"Uh, Doug. My name is Doug." When you say your name you see a look of recognition flash across Chelsea's face, as her hand goes to her forehead.
"Right, Doug! My bad." Having found out who you were, Chelsea stands up again, and starts to speak to Taylor once more. "Well, now that that's out of the way, what do you think we should do with our new little "friend" here." Though you're not sure, you swear you saw the bulge in her pants grow just a little bit when she says that. Uh oh.
"Well, I'm not sure. I mean, I guess we could just let him go. Then again, since he was so eager to get a peak at us, maybe we should give him a closer look. What do you think, Chels." When Taylor suggests that they should give you a "closer look", it isn't hard to figure out what she means, and you know you saw her bulge grow.
"Hm, maybe, and after all, he has seen our more, hm, "personal parts", so I don't think it should be out of the question to get a look at his. I mean, it's only fair, right?" You really don't like where this is going. It seems that you'll just have to wait and see what fate has in store for you. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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