This choice: Tina decides to take advantage of being on the toilet and relieves herself. | Go Back Chapter 12: Sweet Relief and Shocking Horror (ID #429276) an addition by: Deathstalker ![View deathstalker's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author Once Tina had finished cleaning up the mess in the stall, she realized she needed to urinate. It was probably for the best that she'd headed to the bathroom, then. It would've been embarrassing if she'd had to run to take a leak during cheerleading practice. Situating herself properly on the toilet, Tina relieved herself, letting out a sigh as her piss trickled into the bowl. With her pussy more relaxed and the steady stream of fluid, it was finally enough to dislodge Tiffa's limp form. She was pushed out of Tina and landed in the toilet with a wet plop.
A look of confusion crossed Tina's face as she felt something push out of her pussy and plop into the toilet. She finished peeing, wiped herself clean, then stood up and turned to look at what had come out of her. Tina's eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open and her skin growing pale as she saw her little sister's nude corpse floating in the toilet. Her mind tried to figure out what was going on. There was no way that could actually be Tiffa... How could she have gotten so small? How could she have gotten INSIDE her? Then she remembered the pile of discarded clothing she'd grabbed the panties from, the strange program on Tiffa's computer, and suddenly, Tina felt physically ill. She clutched at her stomach, trying to keep herself from vomiting all over her dead sister.
After a few moments of deep breaths, Tina managed to get control of herself enough to not puke. She looked down at Tiffa again, floating in the yellow water of the toilet. Her eyes were open, bulging, but unseeing, and her mouth was gaped. Hot tears stung at Tina's eyes as she reached down and scooped Tiffa's tiny form into her hand. She weighed almost nothing. What was she going to do? How would she explain this to her parents? She couldn't even attempt CPR, Tiffa was too small.
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