Maria Hill leaned heavily on her desk and tried to stand on wobbly pins; levering her heavily loaded rear end out of her once pristine office chair. In complete revulsion, she felt the stinking diarrhetic mess filling every inch of her shorts and pouring out of her leg holes. What on earth was wrong with her? She knew that somehow she had to clean up herself and this office and fast - she had summoned a number of senior agents and the prospect of being being found in this condition was unthinkable.

Never had she had she been more grateful for the en-suite built into the side wall and the neatly pressed spare uniform that she kept inside it. As she shuffled sidewards towards it, staining her fingers as she shuffled sidewards towards it trying to assess her options; perhaps she could meet them in the conference room rather than her office, and yet find a way through this situation. She was surely the greatest of all SHIELD agents, and now she could nip this situation in the bud before it got any worse...

The door was locked. How! Never had she needed access more than now! She strained with all she had to open it, praying that it was merely stuck - achieving nothing but a fresh unwelcome shock as the only thing that opened was now her bladder. She was gripped with fresh uncertainty. What sort of nightmare was this?

Her shrunken mind tried to assess her options. The next dearest toilet was 3 corridors away, across the main entrance and past the guard station. Unthinkable. But they would make a round soon right past her - she had to do something if she was ever to have any credibility in leading the organisation...

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