Sweet Relief

Just then the door opened, standing there a boy in his teenage years wearing black vest on a white shirt with black formal pants, in short dressed in a butler uniform. "Umm Are you K?" Stella asked almost 99 percent sure he wasn't K. The boy just didn't give an impression of a pervert to her, whatever impression she had in her mind that is. Just then the voice boomed "Of course not, follow him, he will lead you to your sweet relief". Stella was in no position to move, so she contemplated and stuttered "Umm, I can't move right now, otherwise I'll have an accident here." "Suit yourself, then I'm telling the boy to close the door and return" the voice didn't show any concern about her situation. "No no no, please don't close the door, I'll go, I'll go" said Stella instinctively because she feared they will really close the door and she will be stuck here hopelessly. With all her might and great strength she got up while clenching her butt supporting with her hands digging as far as she can go with force. It was really a miracle that she didn't soil herself then and there. She waddled slowly towards the door, as slow as a snail moves. After exiting the door when she came outside, it was dark corridor and the boy was holding only a flashlight. She wasn't in a situation where she could observe her surroundings anyway, all her concentration was on herself. With a full rumbling belly that wanted to burst open any moment she followed the boy and it was like an eternity for her destination to come. Finally the boy stopped in front of a door and motioned her to go. As she entered the room, it was a small bathroom with a bathtub and toilet in it, there was a small sink around the corner also, it was moderately cleaned. Not that it mattered to her, all mattered was the porcelain throne in front of her, where she waddled, removed her panties and shorts, sat down and let go of the hold.