By: JustAnotherGasWriter
Mercy was going about the standard procedure for closing her clinic. She put all the various tools she had used during the day back neatly in their proper spot, locked all the doors, and turned the lights off. She debated on whether or not to leave her lab coat there, but decided to keep it on. She also was wearing some blue jeans that hugged her curves beautifully, as well as a nice orange shirt under the coat. Her blonde hair was done back in the usual ponytail, though the halo was absent since she wasn’t in her normal combat outfit. Upon leaving the clinic, she felt a familiar churning in her stomach that made her face go red. She needed a bathroom, ASAP. She immediately doubled back to the clinic and checked her pocket for the keys. “No big deal, I’ll just use the clinic restroom and be done with it.” She thinks to herself. To her surprise however, the keys weren’t in any of her pockets. She frantically peered in through one of the windows, spotting her keys on her reception desk. “Oh noooooo…” she whines quietly, pulling desperately at the door. There wasn’t time to go grab the spare key from Wilson, her only hope now was the ladies room down the hall.
She ran off to the bathroom as quickly as she possibly could without accidentally slipping, clenching her cheeks tight she could feel pressure mounting at her backdoor.
Meanwhile, the toilet was already occupied by Tracer. The Brit just had to in her own words, “Take a wicked piss,” and wasn’t planning on being in the bathroom for long at all. She sighed in relief as she went, a golden shower of urine laser beaming out of her it soon slowed to a drizzle. As she wiped to dry herself all up, she heard someone frantically try and open the door. “Occupied, just a second love.” She called loudly, reaching back to flush.
“Lena?! Please, I-I need to go… let me in!” Mercy cried out in desperation on the other side of the door, doing a little dance as she struggled to contain herself.
“Angela? Is that you?” Tracer asked in slight surprise. Mercy was known among the female Overwatch heroes to be a bit stuck up in her choice of restrooms, often refusing to use any toilet other than the one in her clinic and the one in her private room. “I thought these shitters were ‘too repulsive’ for you to even consider using.” She retorted in a smart alecky tone.
“I-I’m sorry if I sounded snobby like that before, it’s just that sometimes you and the others don’t flush- just open the door!” She apologizes hastily, pounding on the door some toots slipped out that were strong enough to blow her lab coat back in bursts. While small, they carried a thick, heavy smell of shit as well as the strong smell of vegetables from the salad she had earlier.
*plloort* *bbbllluuuub* *vlllllrrrrrssss* *ffffffrrrruuuuuppp*
“Oh we don’t flush huh? I’ve never seen someone leave their mess in the bathrooms here before liar!” Tracer declared, sticking her tongue out at the door even though she knew Mercy couldn’t see her. “Besides, why can’t you just use the bathroom in your clinic or room?”
“My room is too far to make it, and… I kind of locked my keys inside the clinic by accident.” Mercy groaned, biting the bottom of her lip in distress.
“Awww, poor girl~” Tracer pouted sarcastically, taking her hand off the toilet knob to flush she wanted to see how far she could play this out.
“Lena, I beg you… please open the door.” Mercy gasped out, knowing if she didn’t have access to a toilet within the next ten seconds it was coming whether she wanted it to or not.
“Well I’m kind of stuck to the loo right now Angela, sorry.” Tracer held in a giggle as she just waits to see what happens next.
“Lera, I’m goin-“ Mercy couldn’t even finish her sentence.
**BBBBBBLLLLLAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBTH!!!**
Her rear floodgate opened, a massive shart following she felt her pants expand and bulge outwards from the sheer amount of fecal matter that was filling them. Mercy’s face turned bright red as she felt it all come out, feeling a mix of both shock and disbelief that she had just crapped her pants.
Tracer flushed immediately afterwards, unlocking the door she did a little hum and a skip past Mercy. “Sorry I couldn’t let you in before you messed yourself love, but if you want a change of knickers swing by my room later!” She laughed to further humiliate the poor medic, observing how the jeans Mercy were wearing had been completely obliterated.
Mercy just gave a simple nod and quickly shuffled into the bathroom before anyone else noticed.