Denise started to howl

Denise's face contorted in a mixture of desperation and discomfort as she rushed across the garden, her eyes scanning the surroundings for a place to relieve herself. The pressure building inside her had reached a critical point, and she knew she had to act fast. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, she spotted a small cluster of bushes and sprinted towards them, her hands grasping at her waistband as she tried to undo the zipper.

As she reached the bushes, Denise started to howl, a low, primal sound that echoed through the garden, mingling with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Her body began to shake, and her legs trembled beneath her as she struggled to maintain her balance.

As Denise's body began to shake, her legs trembled beneath her, threatening to give way at any moment. Her hands, still grasping at her waistband, fumbled with the zipper, her fingers numb and uncoordinated. The sound of her own howling filled her ears, a primal scream that seemed to come from somewhere deep within her. The bushes in front of her began to blur, their leaves and branches merging into a green, swirling vortex.

Suddenly, her fingers managed to grasp the zipper, and with a Herculean effort, she yanked it down, the sound of the zipper teeth parting like a tiny, metallic scream.