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"What the hell?!" You shouted as you looked all around. Clearly you weren't in Kansas anymore. The fair was completely gone and replaced by what appeared to be a giant medieval bathroom. The floor was made of wood and the walls were stone. There was also a small window with the shutters drawn but just enough light slipped through.
To the side you could see a large metal pot with firewood beneath it for a warm bath, and a cabinet with a built-in mirror. Standing tall behind you was a large black pot that had a less than pleasant smell emanating from the top. Was this...? It was, wasn't? It was God damned chamber pot. You immediately felt like gagging.
"Damn wizard!" You cursed. If you had to guess based on the state of the bathroom, you were in the Middle Ages and shrunken to only a few feet tall in someone else's home. Damn that Merlin wannabe and his stupid magic. If you got back to your time and found him, you'd introduce his head to a nice hard rock. "I better get out of here before-"
You were cut off by the sound of footsteps in the distance. They started off feint but grew louder and stronger by the second. The owner of the house was in and it looks like they had to go.
"Shit!" You shrieked before taking off behind the chamber pot. No sooner had you hidden the wooden door of the bathroom creaked open. More footfalls followed as the door creaked shut and the shadow you were in grew darker.
"What a day." A voice from above spoke. It was feminine and tired and that caught your attention. You were trapped in the bathroom with a woman who had no idea you were there.
The sound of clothes ruffling came next and then the sound of scraping metal as the woman sat down on the chamber pot. Holy shit, no pun intended, this woman was really about to go poop in a pot. Granted that was normal for this era as there was no such thing as indoor plumbing, but it was still gross.
You then winced when you heard the woman start to strain herself, just before the sound of her wasting leaving her rectum filled your ears. It hit the bottom of the chamber pot with a wet splat and from the way her stomach rumbled, she wasn't even close to finished.
"No more cheese for me." She grumbled as another wave of waste hit the bottom of the pot. This was disgusting and you immediately clamped your nose shut when the smell reached your nostrils. Is this what death smelt like? This was foul. Was she lactose intolerant?
As the woman continued to relieve herself an idea popped into your head. This was the perfect opportunity to try and get her attention. If you did then maybe she could help you. But then again, she may not. She might even be pissed to find an intruder in her home. You know you would be if the roles were reversed.
Was it worth the risk to try and get her attention while she was indisposed? This could be your only chance. Or... maybe it was best to stay hidden and wait for her to leave. Jeez, why did life have to be so difficult. You better make a choice soon though, the giantess won't stay on the pot forever.
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