All that she could think of was the wicker wastebasket under the desk - not remotely up to the task concerned, but the only vaguely suitable receptacle that she could think that she had at hand. She waddled pathetically back the way that she had came, leaving vile leakage all the way. Finally she made it back and tried the impossible task of crouching over it with even the tiniest measure of dignity. At least her near-constant flow seemed to be easing. With complete revulsion, she levered off her repellant shorts, and submerged beneath layers of filth she expected to always hunt her dreams, her ruined panties. Into the bin they both went, and she tried to position her ruined rectum over the wickerwork to let gravity collect at least some of her vile disgrace. But so much clung to her, she knew that she had to wipe herself before she could regain any freedom of movement.
Never had she been more grateful for the fact that she kept an array of both wet wipes and tissues in the desk, as a practical worman who wanted to deal instantly with even the most minor of spillages. She turned a fraction to grab the relevant drawer - to find that securely locked as well, chipping away yet another piece of her fast-diminishing composure. What was happening?
In panic, her eyes skidded around the room for any sort of soft fabric that she could apply to herself to try and mop up at least some of the filth, but her eyes alit on precisely nothing. With resignation she pulled off her top, and her huge breasts sprang unfettered in seperate directions once she released from their crippling confinement. She tried to tear it into strips, but as flimsy as the garment was, she was now too feeble to have any impact upon it. Having never tried to tear her own clothes to pieces while filling her wastebin with her own faeces, she foolishly thought nothing of it. It meant that one good wipe was all that she had in her, and she had to make it count, but as she moved it beneath herself, her change of position meant that the gates of hell opened once again and even more catastrophically. Her dulled reflexes reacted too slowly and in a moment her top was as sodden, disgusting, and useless as the rest of her clothing. She was still covered in her own filth, still lacking even the most rudimentary control over her own bladder, and now stark naked. She howled in frustration, shame, and desperation. How could this be happening to her?
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She was out of time. The door to the office opened and she looked up in horror, expecting to see some valued colleague here to humiliate her. But it was someone even worse - a face she knew and despised, but had never met. It was of course the Warden, his new-found powers making travel virtually instantaneous.
"You! How did you get in here" Maria demanded, drawing herself up to her full height and trying the impossibility of regaining some control. At least her bowels were closed for a moment, but she still felt her pee pouring freely down her legs. "How dare you come here! I am the Director of Shield and I demand..."
He just laughed at her "Demand? DEMAND!? You worthless slut, you can't even DIRECT your own shit into a bucket!" He sauntered in with complete confidence.
Maria blushed vermillion. But even in her birthday suit and in her current condition, this was the man who was behind tormenting her friends, and now she had the opportunity to do something about it. "You fool, you don't know what a mistake that you've made", she blustered, "This is SHIELD and I am Maria Hill. I don't know how you got in here, but I do know that you're going to pay for it". She took two steps towards him, wincing as even this normal movement squelched more hideousness out of her rear end.
"I know where I am, thank you," he smiled. "Have you got time to attend to me then - it looks like you're rather distracted."
"N-No". What could she say? "I may be having some, uh, difficulties (she interrupted herself with a billowing wet fart), but I can deal with a pig like you like THIS."
Maria lurched forward at speed, without even the tiniest hint of the grace to which she was usually accustomed and trying fruitlessly to disregard the squelching noises each step. She realised another most unfamiliar problem - that now she naked as a jaybird, her humonguous and jiggling breasts were completely unrestrained. Two steps was all it took to give her 2 black eyes and a blooded nose. She stopped, stunned.
The Warden calmly and very easily kicked her in the shin, holding back his strength so as injure but not cripple. Maria desperately regretted her instinctive reaction of trying to hop onto her good leg; semi-stunned, lacking all her former athleticism and desperately top-heavy, she crashed down to earth first, feeling like her twin shock absorbers would both burst in the process.
"Urgh", she groaned, her head swimming. "How dare you strike me! I will make you pay for this..." She strained to get up her spindly arms barely reaching the ground past her swollen orbs.
The warden muttered a spell out of her earshot to increase the weight of her breasts tenfold. She got precisely nowhere, sobbing bitterly at this latest humiliating setback.
"You dirty slut!", he said coldly. "Take a look at yourself- lying on the ground in your own shit and unable to get up because of your own fat udders. You couldn't even wipe your own ass. And you think that you're fit to lead SHIELD..."
"It's not my fault", she wailed pathetically. "The door was locked..."
"What, this door!?", he grinned as he casually turned the handle as it opened easily "Didn't try very hard did you?"
Maria's eyes opened in incredulity. "But..."
"Ah yes" he interrupted. "Your butt. Your stinking, filthy butt. Well, if you you want to use this office as a toilet, it's only fair that I do too. When in Rome..."
He opened his flies and proceeded to pee directly onto her ass, clearing away the worst of the filth; Maria whimpering pathetically beneath him. "Forgive me if this is the furthest I'm prepared to go to clean you up - but it's better than you managed of course". Eventually, he was finished, Maria's whole body and hair soaked in his generosity, and lying in a sodden carpet interspersed with chunks of her own disgrace. Now she only sobbed gently, wondering what on earth had come to pass.
The warden walked out of the room.
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