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Chapter 6 by outerwell outerwell

As she neared the Women's restroom...

It was Occupied

Entering the employee's entrance, Alice quickly jerkily jogged to the Women's room, each step accompanied by a clinging, pulling, rubbing, clenching response from her pants, herself exhaling rapidly and deeply in syncopation.

Finally at the door, Alice pulled on the handle with all her might, only to find it locked.

"Fuck!" she muttered between her teeth, shaking the handle in futility.

"Anyone out there?" Someone called from inside.

"No, its just me ... Christie. Are you going-" she clenched her jaw tightly, suppressing a moan "-you going to be long?"

"A few minutes. Might as well use the one in the locker room."

"I can't make it! Just let me in!"

"Well, I'm not in a position to leave... sorry."

With a look of dejection spreading across her frustrated face, beads of sweat rolling down, Alice turned and sprinted to the Women's locker room, trying to ignore the feelings below.


Peter could tell pants were sagging more and more, her butt and panties bounding freely in the air. However, that was not his main priority: in all the excitement, the enigmatic energy emanating from Alice seemed to double. He could hardly handle it all, and he slowly felt it spread throughout him, his sense of self becoming more and more attuned with the fabric. Finally, a little control.

With great concentration, he **** the entirety of the pants to move to his command.


Alice almost tripped as she came to a quick halt, standing in the middle of an empty hallway. She tried to move her legs, but they seemed cemented in their stance. Suddenly, she felt her pants pull themselves up, zip themselves up, and button themselves, the erotic motions disappearing immediately.

She paused for only a moment, before continuing her mad dash, making it there without a hitch. Standing at the door, she could hear a few people talking inside - no surprise, considering it was time for a shift change. Checking her pants once, not resisting a prolonged check around her crotch, she made her way in; at the very least, she would need a shower for more than just cleaning off.

As she went into the changing room...

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