Chapter 1: Introduction
Allison slowly made her way towards the office building, her stomach churning with nerves. It wasn't just the thought of the interview that had her feeling queasy - it was something else entirely. Something that had been happening more frequently lately.
As she sat down in front of the interviewer, Allison could feel the familiar stirrings in her bowels. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she tried to suppress a small fart. But it was no use. She knew what was coming.
That uncomfortable fullness in her gut, the pressing need to move her bowels. But she couldn't let it show. Not during the interview. So instead, she grinned politely as the interviewer introduced themselves and began asking questions.
The conversation flowed smoothly at first. Allison answered confidently, her words measured and precise. But then came the question about her work experience. And suddenly, her thoughts were consumed by something far more pressing than her qualifications.
Her hands clenched tightly around the arms of her chair as another wave of pressure rolled over her.
She struggled to maintain eye contact with the interviewer, whose voice seemed to fade into the background. Allison couldn't hear their words over the sound of her own breathing, which had become quick and shallow.
All while speaking to the interviewer, she leans forward slightly and strains to push out her massive turd.
It slides out of her rectum, leaving behind a warm sensation that spreads throughout her lower abdomen. She lets out a soft sigh of relief as the weight of the turd lifts off her intestines.
But there's still more to come. As the conversation continues, Allison can feel another one forming deep within her gut. She tries to hold it back, but it's too late. Another wave of pressure washes over her, followed by the insistent urge to defecate.
Without warning, Allison's body goes rigid. Her eyes widen in shock as she realizes what's happening. She's pooping her pants right here in the middle of the interview!
Panic surges through her veins as she frantically tries to contain herself.
But it's no use. She can feel the warmth spreading across her lap, soaking into her underwear. Oh god, how could this be happening? She thinks desperately. Why now, of all times?
Allison glances up at the interviewer, hoping against hope that they haven't noticed anything amiss. But their expression remains impassive, focused on whatever it is they're reading on the computer screen. She exhales shakily, trying to calm herself down. Maybe they didn't see anything after all.
Maybe she could get away with this. Allison took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She closed her eyes and concentrated, willing the turd to pass through her rectum and out into her pants.
And then it happened. With a loud gurgling noise, another massive turd slid out of her body and into her already soaked underwear. She winced as it hit the fabric, feeling the hot wetness spread further across her lap.
But she refused to give in to the shame. Instead, she forced herself to sit up straight, meeting the interviewer's gaze without flinching. If they noticed anything amiss, they gave no indication. Their voice remained steady, their expressions neutral.
Determined not to let this defeat her, Allison pushed on.
She was determined to land this job, despite the embarrassment she had just endured. The interviewer continued to ask questions, their voice a distant murmur in her ears. Allison forced herself to focus, answering each query with careful precision.
Inside, however, her mind was spinning. She felt hot and flushed, like her entire body was on fire. The thought of what had just happened filled her with shame and humiliation. How could she have let this happen? What must the interviewer think of her now?
Allison wondered desperately. Did they know she was pooping her pants? Had they seen the massive turd that had slipped out earlier? Or the others that had followed since?
She couldn't bear to look at them, afraid of what she might see in their eyes. Instead, she kept hers fixed on the computer screen, willing the interview to end.
But it seemed to go on forever. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, stretching out before her like an endless expanse of nothingness. Allison grew increasingly restless, shifting uneasily in her seat as the pressure built up inside her once again.
Finally, mercifully, the interviewer stood up and thanked her for coming in.
Allison breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that it was finally over. She could feel the sweat dripping down her back, staining the material of her shirt. Her heart was racing, thudding against her ribcage like a wild animal trapped in a cage.
She shaked the interviewers hand, feeling the weight of her shit in her pants shifting. She quickly shuffled out and headed towards the elevator.