Creepy toilets (Rick and Morty)
The mouth was ready and wide open, just waiting for her. Devilishly teasing her with the prospect of relief.
Morticia squirmed in urgent need, her face distorted in utter desperation.
Her bladder felt like it would burst at any second and yet she suddenly didn't want to use the toilet anymore.
She should've expected something like this, really.
A wacky dimension, where chairs and sofas were living, walking, breathing beings, who used inanimate humans as furniture instead... Morti should've known that the toilets in this dimension would be equally as weird.
But this?! This topped all of her expectations, in the worst way possible.
Before her stood a nice, old granny. Her lifeless eyes smiling at the teen and her inanimate body leaning heavily backwards, formed like a chair. Two frail arms were held open in front of her, beckoning Morti to sit on her. And her mouth was wide open, impossibly wide for a human, and positioned right where Morti's crotch would be.
It wasn't hard to connect the dots about where the teen was supposed to pee into...
A violent shiver ran through her, both out of need and out of revulsion. This was unacceptable! She wouldn't... couldn't pee like this!
Was there something else she could relieve herself in? Morticia turned around, a bit hopeful, as she looked around for the sink.
A middle-aged businessman kneeled down, right in front of the mirror; his frozen face pointed straight up towards the ceiling and his giant mouth wide open as well. Instead of normal eyes he had two little knobs stuck in his eye sockets - one for warm water and one for cold. Pipes were running out of the back of his neck, just like pipes were running out of the granny's back.
Morticia didn't even want to know how this was supposed to work.
Another shiver of need. Losing her hope quickly, Morticia's gaze snapped down. Maybe the trash can would work?
A young girl, no older than six, greeted her. Her laughing mouth wide open and-
No! No!Nope!! Fuck this! Fuck all of this!!
With a loud and frustrated huff the teen turned away from the highly disturbing trash can and looked back at the granny with a scowl. Why did all of the furniture in this dimension had to look like realistic humans? What cruel god came up with this joke?!
With another huff she hurriedly stepped away from the toilet, ready to leave the bathroom. She would just hold it, until her grandpa was done with whatever stupid business he had to do here and then she would go to the bathroom at home - in her own dimension, where the toilet wasn't guaranteed to give her nightmares for weeks.
That was her plan, at least.
Unfortunately for her she barely made it to the door, before her bladder gave off a sudden pang, that had her almost double over in pain. To her own horror she could feel her panties grow warm, as she heavily leaked into them.
Shit...! She had been so disturbed by this bathroom that she had totally forgotten just how full she was! There was no way that her bladder could hold out much longer.
So, what now? Try to hold it in anyway and risk a humiliating accident? Or give up, swallow down her apprehension and just use the toilet?
The last option was honestly the safest one and if Rick had been here he would've probably told her the same thing: that she was an idiot, that she should just get over her own disgust and to not think about it.
But that was the one thing that Morti couldn't do. Her mind was completely fixated on that granny and that warm, inviting look on her lifeless face...
A loud knock brought her out of her conflicted thoughts. Realizing that she was holding up the line and making everyone wait forever for their turn to use the bathroom, the teen, quite reluctantly, turned back around, towards the toilet. She stared at it for multiple seconds, her mind torn between need and disgust.
Finally, with a lot of hesitation, she walked closer to it and slowly opened her belt and zipper.
Don't think about it... Don't think about it... Just don't think about it...
Her jeans and panties fell to the floor. The granny smiled at her. Morticia hesitated.
Then, after almost half a minute of waiting, she hung her head in shame.
...In the end she couldn't do it.
Another sharp, violent pang hit her bladder. With no other options available Morticia just let go, right then and there, in front of the toilet.
For a few seconds warm pee flowed slowly down both her legs. Morti shivered, tears of frustration in her eyes, as she willed her bladder to relax and to open up more. It didn't take long before the soft flow rapidly grew in intensity, until a hissing, steaming torrent was shooting out of her, forcefully splattering into her pants and creating a puddle. The teen grit her teeth, barely suppressing a moan, as she spread her legs further open and shamelessly pissed all over the floor.
Whatever. She didn't even care anymore. This was all so stupid, anyway. Her dilemma, this whole dimension, her grandpa dragging her to this place...
She just desperately wanted - needed! - to empty her bladder. If she made a mess, because the toilet freaked her out, then so be it!
After calming down her own worries with that thought, Morticia closed her eyes and relaxed her posture, as she tried to lose herself in the feeling of relief. She sighed, as the tension gradually left her body and her ears were filled with the loud, satisfying sounds of her pissing.
Many, many seconds passed like this, all while she emptied her aching bladder. But once her long, desperate stream had come to an end and the teen was forced to face the aftermath of her accident, she reluctantly opened her eyes and looked down.
Her pants were thoroughly ruined. There was no saving the sopping, drenched material. The floor wasn't faring much better. In fact, looking all around the small room the teen was shocked to realize that she had managed to flood almost a third of it.
Another knock sounded at the door, reminding the teen of all the chair-people waiting for their turn and guilt and shame bubbled up inside of her.
Now that her bladder was no longer bursting and hurting, she could think more calmly about the situation... and realize how much she had messed the bathroom up for everyone.
Completely embarrassed, and too afraid to step out of the room and face the angry, waiting mob, she hurriedly bend down and searched her pockets for her phone. The teen cringed, when she finally pulled it out - warm and dripping from her own pee. Suppressing her own disgust, she quickly unlocked it and began to write a message.
>Rick you gotta help me
>I'm in the bathroom
She hesitated, just for a moment, too uncomfortable to admit the truth. But it was already too late for lies and excuses... Swallowing thickly, she typed a third message.
>I had an accident
A few seconds ticked by, in which the teen was anxiously holding her breath. Did Rick receive her message? Would he even bother? But then he finally wrote back, with a rather predictable question.
>Let me guess. You were freaked out by the toilets?
>Yeah...
>You're an idiot. You know those aren't real humans. You should've just gotten over it and not think about it.
Morticia sighed, as she timidly typed her answer.
>I know...
>Can you help me?
Part of her fully expected her grandpa to just leave her alone, to deal with her own mess, in an attempt to teach her a lesson. She was pleasantly surprised, when she got his next text.
>Fine. Just give me a moment.
The teen immediately calmed down, her heavy anxiety leaving her in waves. She might've messed up, but at least Rick would take care of it.
She quickly got dressed, pulling up her dripping jeans, and then waited patiently for his arrival. While waiting her gaze fell upon the toilet again. Morti shuddered, in clear disgust.
Nope, that thing was still creepy.