Steven paced back and forth behind the counter at work, trying not to glance at the clock. It was barely 1:30, and someone would be coming to cover his break at 4. Normally this was fine, but his lunch wasn’t sitting well with him and his stomach was gurgling ominously. He didn’t need to shit yet, but he could tell it was coming and that he wasn’t going to have much warning when it did.
He let out a long, bubbly fart and felt the discomfort ease a little, although the smell was terrible and he definitely stained his underwear. Two more hours.
A customer came up and wanted to look at some things, and Steven felt a few smaller toots bubble out of him as he walked over to them. They took awhile to decide, and the first real cramp hit as he was walking to the register to ring them up. He clenched as hard as he could and hoped they didn’t notice the pause in his walking. At least they didn’t say anything.
He watched them walk away and crossed his legs tightly against the next strong cramp. An hour and a half left. He could hold on that long, right? His stomach gurgled loudly, and he could feel shit urging to get out. He really, really needed to go.
But he was the only one in the store, and to get to the bathroom he’d have to walk out and down the mall. He’d definitely be fired if anyone found out he’d left the store unattended.
Another wet fart pushed out of him, and with it quite a bit of mess. Just then, a large group of teenagers walked in and started looking around. He really couldn’t leave now.
One of them waved him over to ask a question; the minute he unclenched his legs to walk over, a large amount of mush squished out into the seat of his pants. He could feel a more solid log start to follow, but he clenched hard and managed to suck it back in as he tried not to waddle too obviously.
He was turtleheading badly through the entire interaction, and by the time the young man bought something and left most of the log of shit was in Steven’s pants. A group of women walked in right as the teens left, and one of them asked what the terrible smell was. Steven tried to joke about the plumbing as he kept his back carefully to the wall.
The log slid out more as he watched the ladies browse, curling up in his briefs. It broke off and he tried to clench closed again, but a bunch more mush poured out after it with a very audible squelching sound.
The ladies looked over at him in disgust and left. Steven was frozen against the wall, still desperately trying to keep from having more of an accident, even though he could feel the liquidy mess sliding down the backs of his legs. Another log started to push out, and Steven finally gave in, sinking into a squat and pushing.
A massively bubbly explosion of shit filled his pants, running down the backs of his legs into his shoes and piling up on the floor behind him. It seemed like the cramps would never end as he pushed and pushed, eyes closed and hand on his stomach.
When he finally finished, his coworker was there, staring at him in disgust. Steven all but ran from the store, leaving drops of shit down the mall as he headed outside.
He’d taken the bus to work, and he didn’t think any Uber would take him with his pants badly stained and stinking. Everyone gave him a wide berth at the bus stop
He sat at the back of the bus, grimacing at the feeling of his mess and opening a window to try to vent the smell. His stomach was still gurling ominously, and he just had to hope he’d make it the whole hour home
Ten minutes in he was hit with a bad cramp, and a loud fart bubbles out through his mess. The people near him inched further away, and Steven ground his ass into the seat, desperate not to shit himself again
He let out fart after fart, squirming and pressing down against the seat as much as he could. A glance at his watch told him it hadn’t even been ten more minutes.
What felt like a massive log of shit began pushing out of his hole, and he barely managed to turtlehead it for a minute before it was inexorably pushing out, smushing against the seat and spreading underneath him. He felt the mess start to squish up the back of his shirt as he gave in and let go, pooping himself quietly but thoroughly
When his stop finally came, he got up and saw that he’d left a pile on the seat where it had squished out of the waistband of his pants















