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Blackfire started down the hallway, still holding her stomach when she felt more grumbling; and gas. She didn’t know Raven’s eye spell was following her, and Raven was gonna regret it in a few minutes. Making to the bathroom, she closed the door quickly and rushed to the toilet. Lifting her black skirt up, pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. Her stomach roared as her body gave her no choice. here
“Um guys now that’s over, how are we gonna cleanup this nasty mess that Blackfire did?” Beast Boy asked.
"That was fun. Would you like more?" She asked Starfire. She’s surprised that she didn’t shit herself at this point. All Starfire could do was look at the destruction that was happening on Earth. She just hoping her friends was ok. Blackfire immediately let go with a heavy sigh after holding it in for so long, unleashing hell on Earth as her personal toilet.
“I don’t know. I will go check on her.” Said Starfire. While going to check on Blackfire in the bathroom, Raven was still in disbelief of what her eye spell have witnessed. here
"Much better…… "SPLOOOOOOOOOOORT "PLOP" Oooooh." here
Sometimes a variant has the character(s) looking for a place to perform some non-potty-related but similarly private activity such as changing clothes, making out, or whatever. If this trope happens to a character who had been woken up and/or freed after an incredibly long time, it's Rip Van Tinkle. A video game that can potentially force players into one of these by denying them a chance to stop for a breather in the middle of some very long task expects them to have a Bladder of Steel.
A person trapped in a Potty Emergency can expect to be sadistically subjected to all sorts of "watery" imagery — flowing water, spraying water, splashing water, kids running through sprinklers, water fountains, and worst of all, lemonade. All of which will remind him of the one thing he so desperately wants to do, but can't. Relatedly, a character who has to go to the bathroom while asleep will have dreams of such watery imagery. If they are currently in a body of water with an emergency, they may resolve this by just relieving themselves on the spot. [links]
A comedy routine which involves a character really having to go to the bathroom, and being prevented from doing so by various plot contrivances. This often climaxes in a frenetic scene where the character darts desperately from location to location, clutching their groin, searching for someplace, anyplace where they can empty their bladder. The search will usually prove unfruitful — and the visited places progressively more embarrassing — as the routine wears on.
For example: the routine may start with the character finding some very obvious way of filling up his bladder, such as by chugging a Klatchian Coffee or a Gigantic Gulp. He makes a mad dash to the men's restroom, only to see a sign on the door: Closed for Cleaning. He tries to sneak into the women's restroom instead, and we hear screams coming from inside followed by a couple of irate women chasing him out. The character then runs outside and darts behind a nearby tree to relieve himself, only to find it occupied by a child playing hide-and-seek. The character then runs off and ducks into a side street, only to find a young, cardigan sweater-wearing couple strolling down it. The character quickly high-tails it out of there and hides behind a nearby school bus. No sooner has he started unfurling his pants, than he looks up and notices that the bus is filled with a group of gawking nuns who are staring slack-jawed down at him. After a few more failed attempts at hiding and peeing, the character finally ducks into a building, runs down a dark corridor and into a room filled with rows of folding chairs, a podium, and a waste-paper basket. Sighing happily, the character unzips his trousers and starts relieving himself into the waste-paper basket — at which point, the lights go on and a large group of burly police officers start filing into the room. Only now does the character notice the huge sign hanging on the wall at the back of the room which reads: "International Order Of Burly Police Officers Training Seminar #27: How to Spot And Subdue A Sexual Predator." As the scene fades to black, we hear the sound of a hundred nightsticks hitting the cranium of our hapless potty-goer.
This trope can also happen on another end of the body, as the effect of food poisoning or a laxative or emetic prank. [links]
Note that the above scenario takes a Potty Emergency to its logical severe extreme; most Potty Emergencies won't end like this, but instead, end with the character fainting or just giving up and going in some random place, damn the consequences. Or, even more humiliatingly, it will end when the character just can't hold it any longer, resulting in Potty Failure (Embarrassing Damp Sheets if asleep), or, if they were frightened, Bring My Brown Pants. Very rarely does it end with him/her finding a suitable bathroom in the nick of time, but when it does, it ends with the character often enjoying that delicious euphoria that comes when such stress is relieved. [links]
(Poison Ivy got pranked, Harley Quinn laughs.)
Poison Ivy: Harley, your pranks are the worst!
Harley Quinn: Ha! You would think that pranks are only appreciated by good humor gals!
Starfire: I thought they were the friends.
Hawkgirl: Three weeks of detention for you, Flash in the Pan!
The Flash: Make it four, goody-two-claws!
Thunder: Lightning, you're always wearing my stuff without asking!
Lightning: That headband looks better of meat, Thunder! (Lightning and Thunder fight)
Gorilla Grodd: I'm angry at vacation day THREE MONTHS AGO! (crashes Amanda's desk)
Amanda: Maybe if you would enunciate, I would've understood at you, Bamboo Breath!
Wonder Woman: I know it was you who broke the roommate, treaty! How long are you in the bathroom?
Batgirl: Not as long as you! They should call you, Wonder, how long she can hog the bathroom, Woman!
(Wonder Woman got electric. Wonder Woman and Batgirl fight. As long as Supergirl and Beast Boy fight.)
Supergirl: Is that all you got? (throws away Beast Boy)
Beast Boy: I'm just getting started! (transforms into a tiger)
Supergirl: (gruntingly) Yeah!
Starfire: No! This is not the way to behave in the society! Something is wrong!
Red Kryptomite: (cackles)
Starfire: It is the Kryptomite! The red makes the humans the angry. But Mr. Fox's studies prove that my Tamaranean DNA does not react to the wily ways of the kryptonite.
(Red Kryptomite hysterically runs away crying.)
Starfire: Come back to here, you meany of littleness! Supergirl, use the vision of X-ray's to find it!
Supergirl: Why would I help you?
Starfire: Um. I would find it the most upsetting if you told me to where (?) the Kryptomite went.
Supergirl: It went that way!
(Red Kryptomite still runs away. Starfire gets stuck by Poison Ivy.)
Poison Ivy: Look at the weird way she flies.
Harley Quinn: Ugh, and her outfit. Yuck-o!
(Red Kryptomite smiles.)
Starfire: You know what I think is the dumb, Ivy? The anti-Kryptomite chemical that you created. (Red Kryptomite questions it) It smells at the unwashed gym sock and I would never wish to be sprayed with it!
Poison Ivy: That's too bad. Because I still have some in my locker.
(Starfire gets free. Red Kryptomite disappears.)
Poison Ivy: Huh? What. happened?
Harley Quinn: I got a splitting headache.
Starfire: This Kryptomite was making you the not nice! (gives Harley Quinn the Kryptomite)
Harley Quinn My Kryptomite! I mean strange Kryptomite definitely totally probably not hiding it in my room! Ha, oopsie-whoopsie!
Poison Ivy: Thanks for saving us, Starfire.
Starfire: You are the welcome! Now I need to go to the shower that truly does smell of the unwashed gym sock.
Amanda: Of course you can have Friday off. Take Monday too!
Thunder: Sorry.
Lightning: I didn't mean it.
Hawkgirl: My apologies, Flash!
(Starfire nervously flies away into the bathroom.) [links]
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