Giggling bare footed Emily follows Oliver in the disability rest room, closing and locking the door behind them, the toilet is directly across from the door, with a sink and mirror to their right next to the door, a baby change table is across from the toilet on the right hand wall, with several large diaper bins situated under the change table, three along the back wall and another four along the wall directly under the change table the two closet to the door are overflowing with soiled diapers of unknown content, propping up their lids. Another sanitary bin sits right next to the toilet about a third the size of the diaper bins, and a large round general waste sits under the sink.
Oliver leads her over to the open area of the right-hand wall in front of the sink next to the change table. Pressing her back against the wall he pulls here shirt over her head tossing it to land hanging of the sink over the bin she follows this with his shirt as he works on her bra. Topless he roughly plunders her mouth with is tongue while man handling her breast eliciting a delight filled moan of arousal from her. Before they work on removing each other’s pants Oliver tosses her pants to land hanging over the sink along with their shirts and her bra, but when she follows with his pants, she just misses a bit too low knocking all of their clothes into the bin, “Oops!” she laughs at her mistake, as her hands drop back to massage his now exposed erect cock, before he pushes her hands out of the way and rams it into her dripping wet pussy, “Yeesss” she moans out “fuck me good and hard.”
Oliver is about to respond when they are overcome by a static charge sweeping across their bodies ending in the biggest shock their ever experienced and a blinding flash of light leaving their skin tingling and head ringing. As reality comes back into focus, they find themselves in a massive open space enclosed by massive walls.
"Where are we what happened?" asks Oliver ask Emily as his gaze sweeps to his right.
"Fuck, if I know" she replies peaking around him to her right, gasping in shock.
“Emily, what is it?” he asks spinning around to see what caught her attention.
“I think we’re still in the restroom, just we’re a lot smaller, look over there that the toilet” she points across the room from them, turning to her right “and there that pillar, that one of the diaper bins, we must be tiny given how big it is.”
“What are we going to do? Can we get out of here?”
“I’m not sure, but I don’t think so, that crack under the door is pretty small, and did you notice that the floor in here is a bit lower when we came in. I think the doors designed to close firmly up against that rim, to keep water from getting out or something, but we should have a look and see.”
Heading over to the door they confirm she right the doors just a little bit too low for them to wriggle under and theirs a rim blocking off the other side.
“So, what do we do now?” Emily asks
“Let’s head back over to the wall, that nice and out of the way I don’t want to get wacked by the door or stepped on when someone eventually forces their way in here.”
“Good, idea and we need to find some way to get their attention” she replies then cringes “more so given I managed to knock all our clothes into the trash, they might have alerted someone that something was wrong."
Sometime after getting back to the wall next to the change table, they hear banging on the door followed by a women’s voice “Would you hurry up in there I’ve been waiting for 10 minutes out here, I need to change my babies.” A short while later more banging followed by “Is there any one in there?” a few seconds pause followed by “I’m getting the manager to open the door.”
Not long latter they hear the women voice again saying, “for a good 10 minutes and when I called out and banged on the door still no sounds, either their no one in their or something happened to them.”
“Ok lady, I’ll have a check it out” a male voice says, followed by a harsher banging “Whoever’s in their let me know you’re ok or I’m coming in to check on you.” Several second later, “Ok I’m coming in” followed by the lock clicking the door opens to reveal a uniformed man with a young women and pram behind him. The man curses “Bloody kids, must have jimmied the lock, there you go lady, sorry for the inconvenience” as he turns and walks off.
With the door open they can now hear the sound of babies crying softly as the young mother pushes the pram in to the room, closing and locking the door behind her.