The janitor arrives

Chelsea tried to stay calm and hold on as long as she could until someone arrived.

A few minutes passed, and the bell rang, announcing the beginning of lunch. Chelsea needed to come out of the closet soon. Lunchtime was her only available chance to go to the bathroom, and if she was still locked up (and if she miraculously didn't shit on herself) by the time lunch was over, she wouldn't has another chance to go, until two hours later.

Just thinking about it made Chelsea panic again.

About five minutes passed, and Chelsea had been farting all that time. She had too much accumulated gas and just couldn't control them. The whole closet reeked of his farts.

Suddenly, Chelsea heard footsteps and a whistle. It was the janitor.

Hearing this, Chelsea got up and started banging on the door so desperately that anyone would think she was going to knock down the door.

—Please help! I'm locked up here! —Chelsea shouted.

As she knocked on the door, Chelsea felt something start to come out of her anus, causing her to knock on her much more desperately, begging that the janitor could hear her.