As they walked further and further into the restroom Sara’s footsteps echoed throughout the quiet bathroom as she moved with deliberate purpose towards the stalls. Jordan could only watch as Sara pushed the massive stall door open with an ease that was now beyond him. It looked as if a skyscraper-sized wall simply folded to the side. Even knowing the reality of it being a simple door at his new scale, it seemed impressive.
The stall door slapped shut as Sara spun around, locking the door before Jordan felt himself get plucked from her shoulder unceremoniously. Inch by inch, he was lowered towards the sizeable white lid of the toilet seat. It looked more like the roof of a stadium than a toilet lid. Sara’s other hand reached towards the lid and lifted what looked like to Jordan to be the roof of a stadium. It reminded him just whose world he now lived in.
Gently he was set down on the cool plastic toilet seat. The walls of the stall rose above him as Sara stood over him like the giant she now was. Through all of this, Jordan could feel his bladder continue to uncomfortable press against him.
“Uh, you’re just going to stand there?” Jordan said as he looked at Sara.
“Well, you can’t do any of this on your own. You’re not going to be all weird about this, are you? We really don’t have time. Look, you could fall in, you slip and hurt yourself. These are automatic flush toilets, so odds are your presence shouldn’t activate them, but we don’t really know.” Sara said as she briefly pulled her phone out and glanced at the time.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Jordan said, a bit saddened by the logical argument she put out. He found himself dancing slightly in place, trying to hold back his bladder. He could stand it no longer and unzipped his pants and immediately started peeing. Jordan breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his pee shoot over the edge of the toilet seat and disappear into the water seemly a hundred feet below. Sara giggled slightly as she held her hand over her mouth while they both heard the bathroom door open and close and footsteps walk by.
“Sorry, it’s just your stream is so little. The water doesn’t even look different.” Sara said as she regained her composure as she leaned against the wall.
Jordan felt better, although a bit embarrassed, as he zipped up. Sara lowered her hand, allowing him to walk onto her hand as she lifted her hand up to her shoulder, where he clambered on, grasping her sweater for support once again.
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