The life of an influencer has never been easy. The lights, the cameras, and the content has to be entertaining and innovative. Mike dedicates all his time to uploading stories to his social media about his lifestyle and his different hobbies.
Mike is a tall, slim guy with light eyes and blond hair. Creating content is relatively easy when you have a profile like that. However, someone like that can't have it all. He's lactose intolerant; a little milk in his coffee would send him to the bathroom all day, and his condition had caused him several problems and accidents.
Mike: “Hey guys, that's all for today. Don't forget that I'll soon be promoting a cool new luxury clothing line. Don't forget to tune in to see all the details.” He ended the broadcast and started stretching his arms. His life as an influencer is sometimes quite demanding, time is limited, and everything has to be perfect.
His life as an influencer is sometimes quite demanding, time is limited, and everything has to be perfect. Axel: “Don’t forget we have to be at the event at 4 o’clock tomorrow. I don’t want any mishaps.”
Mike: “You don’t need to remind me. I have all my clothes ready for the event,” he said while yawning.
Being a manager isn’t easy, and Axel always strives to make everything as flawless as possible. However, even he couldn’t have been prepared for the disaster that was about to unfold.
The day of the event arrived, and Mike was somewhat tired since the previous day’s broadcast had ended quite late.
Mike: “I’m so tired. Where are my clothes for the event?”
Axel: “They’re all stored on the shelf. Don’t forget, these clothes are borrowed. They’re designer, so they can’t have stains or tears.”
Mike: “Sure, whatever you say.”
They drove to a luxurious Italian restaurant, famous for its pasta. However, Axel had to attend to some pending matters, so Mike was left alone. The menu used many terms in other languages, making it difficult to decide.
Mike: “Carbonara… What’s in this?” He asked the waiter.
Waiter: It has pecorino, guanciale, and black pepper.
Mike had never heard of pecorino before, so he ordered it without thinking. What he didn't know was that he had ordered a pasta dish with cheese.
Mike: "Excellent, I'll have that one."
The waiter arrived with a large plate of pasta.
Mike: "This is really good, I could write a review of this place."
Mike quickly finished his lunch and went with Axel to a coffee shop near the event to get coffee to go. He knew he couldn't drink dairy, but he substituted it with other products.
Mike: "Give me a latte with almond milk."
Barista: "What's your name?"
Mike: "Don't you recognize me? I'm Mike."
Barista: "Okay, you can come to the counter to get your order."
What Mike didn't expect was that the place was crowded, so the barista didn't hear his order properly and made him a latte with regular milk. Axel: “Take your order and let’s go, I don’t want to be late.”
Mike: “I’ll be right there.”
They both got in the car and headed to the event. Mike was in a hurry, so he quickly drank his coffee.
Once in the car, Mike felt a slight discomfort in his stomach. It wasn’t good news, so he let out a small fart to relieve the pressure.
Mike: “Can you open the window a little?” he said, a little nervously.
Axel didn’t catch a whiff of it, so he didn’t suspect anything.
The trip started to get worrisome. Mike was starting to feel unwell, and slowly, he began to fart more frequently.
Mike: “It must be nerves. It’s a big event, there’s a lot of publicity, I can do this,” he said to himself. He lifted one leg slightly and slowly let out a long, silent fart.
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His luxurious suit was slowly starting to smell like rotten eggs, and the farts were becoming more and more frequent. PRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT
The pressure in his stomach was increasing, the grunts were more frequent, and he felt like a waterfall of lava was trying to escape from his round ass.
Mike: “Damn it… I need to go to the bathroom now…” Having just arrived at the event, they were greeted by a large number of journalists. The situation was escalating, and Mike was clenching his butt to avoid any embarrassing accidents in front of the entire audience.
Journalists: “Hello, now that you’re a new ambassador for luxury clothing, what do you think of everything that’s going on here?”
Mike took a deep breath and smiled nervously for the camera, his arms glued to his sides. He was making a great effort not to fart during the interview.
Mike: “It’s… a great honor to have been chosen… I think these are wonderful products and I want to show them to the world…” A sharp cramp, like a punch to the stomach, shot through Mike, and a liquid fart escaped his ass. “Damn…” Fortunately, no one had heard the fart over the noise at the event, but the smell was starting to become noticeable. “I have to go… I hope to see you all inside to give more details about everything that’s coming.”
Axel: “What’s wrong? You didn’t follow the script,” he said, a little annoyed.
Mike: “I need to take a shit, I think… My latte had regular milk” he whispered as he let out another loud fart.
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Axel: “Damn… I’ll see what I can do, but hold it and don’t ruin anything. Go to the event bathroom, but be discreet.”
Mike hurriedly entered the event, and several people approached him to talk. They were waiting for his opinion on the products they were promoting.
Mike: “They’re very comfortable… I love the shoes, they’re very comfortable and stylish.” Another cramp prolonged his agony, and a stream of shit began to fill his boxers. “Ah… the boxers are very… nice… I hope to see you another time on my channel to talk about all this…”
He quickly ran to the event bathroom only to find it packed, with a very long line to get in. All the celebrities were putting the finishing touches on their outfits, and Mike could barely contain his enormous load. His efforts to appear calm and Serious attempts weren't much help. He glanced surreptitiously around while regularly bouncing on his knees and trying to rub his stomach to relieve the pressure, but the farts were becoming more and more frequent.
Mike: "It's taking too long… I can't hold it…"
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A long, wet fart followed by sharp cramps made the wait interminable, and his luxurious boxers were paying the price. Then, in the distance, he saw Axel signaling to him. He left the line, watching people complain about the stench, until he reached Axel.
Axel: "There's a dressing room nearby. You can use it, but be quick and discreet."
Mike: "Thanks…" He quickly followed Axel's instructions and headed to the dressing room.
Mike: "So luxurious… I wonder whose it is."
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There was no time for questions. He quickly went to the bathroom until he realized he was with Key.
Mike: “This can’t be happening, this has to be a joke.”
He spotted a trash can in the distance, then an idea crossed his mind. He pulled down his pants and his boxers, which were ruined, and a cascade of hot diarrhea shot out of his ass.
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Mike: “Ahhhhhh…” He let out a moan of pleasure until he realized the trouble he was in.
Mike: “What am I going to do…”
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He undressed, wiped his ass with his boxers, grabbed the trash bag, and quickly left the place.
Mike: “Axel, we have to get out of here.”
Axel sighed, and they quickly left. Mike, meanwhile, ruined all the designer clothes he had borrowed. The Carbonara and the Latte were still wreaking havoc on his stomach, so he shat in the car. Fortunately for him, there were no other people around. journalists nearby, so he spent the whole night in his bathroom taking a shit.
