Chapter 2: Building Tension
As soon as the doors slid open, she stepped inside and leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm herself down.
The ride down, after the interview, with her pants full of her shit, was agonizing. Other people entered the elevator but didn't comment on her pants. It was like they couldn't notice.
They simply looked at her face, maybe thinking she was nervous or anxious. No one said anything, though. Not even when she bent over and let loose another massive turd into her already overflowing pants.
Each time she pushed out another turd, Allison felt a sense of relief wash over her. The pressure eased slightly, allowing her to catch her breath and compose herself once again. But it never lasted long. The urge would return almost immediately, sending her spiraling back into discomfort and despair.
By the time the elevator reached the ground floor, Allison's pants were so full of shit that they weighed down on her like a heavy cloak. She stumbled out of the elevator, barely able to keep herself upright.