"Ugh why of all times do I have to need the bathroom?" Carmine groaned with her gut grumbling in pain since she could feel her big brap blaster firing away a loud embarrassing assortment of stinky sounds that caused the people around her to gawk in disbelief for they couldn't believe how flatulent this gassy Pokegirl could be, briefly fanning the reeking air emitting out of her dump truck since she got a whiff of how bad she needed to take a potty break from the activity she was earlier having zero troubles with doing. "You better hurry up in there, I don't want to poop my pants like the last time! Geeze... I have to pee too!"
"Is that girl going to be okay?" 1 of the people waiting around within the shop commented with them eying the desperate stinker who clearly couldn't hold in her bodily functions in since it was making quite the scene for everyone in the building.
Another person folded their arms together and simply sighed while shaking their head, having pity on her due to realizing how painful it could be. "I don't think so... poor gal should have packed extra clean clothing for a situation like this."
"This isn't the time to be making jokes like this!" Carmine screamed while she twitched her touching legs together. "This sucks so much! I had a winning streak and then my body decided to do this!"
Eventually more people came and went to observe this bizarre phenomenon going on with the closed bathroom door and the rather upset Carmine who simply couldn't hold it in for she was wiggling in such an embarrassing fashion with her wiggling around in pain since her farts got more louder, longer, and smellier the longer her fuel tank of a gas tanker fired them out with there not being a way for her to hold it all back in since she was starting to cry out in rage with tears forming in her eyes for she couldn't believe how humiliated she was feeling from this torment to her bladder.
"Grrr... if I knew I was going to blow up like this would not have had all that food I was offered!" Carmine cursed herself since it was clear from the way she was alternating between pinching her nose and pounding on the door that she couldn't keep this up with her farting started to get deeper pitched as a warning that her clothing wasn't going to survive this flatulent frontal any longer. "Whoever is in that washroom you better hurry up! My pooter isn't messing around with me this time; I'm going to make an embarrassment out of myself more than this humiliation!"
With her stomach growling in conjunction with her rump rumbling out strong stinkers that were clearing out the entire room that made the other people simply leave the area due to them not being able to handle the strong scent or the impending force of the flatus fumigating the area in a thick yellow hazy fog of stench it was all left to Carmine tooting about by herself with her unable to control her urges to just simply go.