gamerboy who spends hours grinding online games and doesn't want to get up to go to the bathroom, so he sits in his chair without pants on and pisses all over his chair and all over the floor without thinking about it once.
gaymerboy who has been pissing at his desk all day and now he's starting to feel those tell-tale tummy gurgles signalling that he needs to shit. he hasn't been able to poop in three days because all of the junk food he's eaten has clogged him up good. he can't possible leave his desk now, he's doing something super important and there's a time limit he really can't miss.
he tries his hardest to hold it, grinding down into his pissy chair cushion to help keep his poop inside, but his hole is starting to flex open against his will and oh fuck, it's starting to turtlehead. his bowels push hard and he feels the tip of the log crown and press against the chair under his butt, hard and huge and stretching him painfully wide.
he clenches as tightly as he can, legs shaking with the effort, but he can't get it to suck back in at all. his game pings- he's taking damage, he almost dies before he manages to pull his focus back to the game and gets his character to safety. he can't afford to make that mistake again, there's a legendary item at stake here.
there's only one option.
gaymerboy who concedes that, since he's been pissing all over the carpet all day, anyway, he might as well give himself a reason to deep-clean it. Without taking his eyes off of the screen, he pushes his chair back a touch and then scoots to the front edge. the over-eager turd presses out more and more each time he lifts his ass to move forwards, no doubt smearing against his seat.
the second his butt is in the right place he bares down with a grunt, trying to take a shit as fast as possible so he can devote 100% of his focus back to his game. his asshole stings as the log of shit gets wider, the noises from the boss battle barely covering the sound of his poop crackling out, and certainly not doing a thing to conceal his groans of pleasure. the first turd hits the wet carpet with a thud, the second and third following soon after with puffs of hot gas escaping between each of them. He's pressing keys randomly at this point, moving his mouse in frantic swings. suddenly there's another chime; he's won, he's got the artifact. he still feels so full.
he could try and clench his muscles and run to the toilet, but his mind is hazy and his body aches at the thought. another grunt and softer shit starts to pour out of him and slap against the pile of turds between his feet. his cock twitches as his bladder gives way and piss starts to splash against the underside of his desk thanks to the strain of him pushing out burst after burst of mush.
gamerboy who doesn't even care about the mess he's going to have to clear up as he starts to jerk off.
gamerboy who promises to himself that he'll do this again.
