Sheryl Donahue grumbled irritably at her cat, Fidget, as he walked back and forth across her hair, which was spread out over the pillow behind her head. This was an annoying habit she had tried to break him of several times, with little success. Unfortunately he knew she was a light sleeper, and that this was a good way to get her attention. Eventually she snapped, sat bolt upright, and yelled “Damnit Fidget, I filled up your bowl last night!”
Fidget leapt from the bed, and Sheryl flopped back down on to her pillow. She looked across at her alarm clock, and gasped. Half past eight! Why had her alarm not gone off? She jumped out of bed and ran through to the bathroom, cursing. She must have forgotten to set her alarm the night before – how stupid of her! Now she did not even have time to shower, or have breakfast. Worse still, she thought to herself in mounting panic, she had that Network Modelling review meeting at nine o’clock! As the newest and most junior member of the team, it would not look good if she were late.
She flipped up the lid of the toilet (she always kept it closed so that Fidget would not drink out of it), sat down, and peed. She was feeling the urge to poop, too, but knew she did not have time, so she merely wiped herself dry, pulled her panties back up, and flushed.
She hurriedly brushed her teeth, stamping her foot in pain as she accidentally stabbed her gum with her toothbrush, making her eyes water. She washed her face, deftly applied some light make-up, then, rushing back into her bedroom, she forced herself to slow down as she pulled on her tights – it would not do to ladder them when she was already running late. She donned a black miniskirt, a white bra to match her panties, and a pale blue blouse, and then hurried back to the bathroom to brush her hair.
It was nearly ten to nine when she left the house, throwing on her jacket as she ran. She jumped into her car, glanced over her shoulder, and pulled out into the Monday morning traffic. Whenever she had the opportunity, she left the speed limit far behind as she raced from traffic light to traffic light, catching a couple of lucky breaks along the way with lights changing at opportune moments.
She pulled into the company car park at two minutes past, jumped out, and ran indoors. The lift seemed to take forever to arrive, and when it did, seemed to take forever to ascend to the fifth floor. At five minutes past the hour, she scurried into the meeting room just behind Margaret Rawle, who was in charge of the project and would be doing the presentation. She took a seat halfway down the table, feeling very relieved that the meeting had not yet started.
“Thank you all for coming,” said Margaret, as she fired up the computer and projector. “Here, Michael – would you pass these around?” She handed him a small stack of stapled-together reports. As they were passed around the table, Margaret logged into the computer and loaded up her presentation. The first slide popped up. “Why re-model our network?” she read from the screen. “A fair question – you may well be wondering what is wrong with our current distribution network.”
And so she went on. After fifteen minutes, Sheryl’s eyes were beginning to glaze over. She had stayed up late the night before, playing World of Warcraft on her Dell at home, and she was now feeling the effects of her lack of sleep, which her unintentional lie-in had not fully mitigated. The room was warm, which did not help, and twice she found herself beginning to nod off, and coming to with a start. She looked around guiltily each time, but nobody seemed to have noticed.
The urge to poop came upon her swiftly. She countered it by clenching her buttocks tightly together, and after a minute or so the urge went away. She glanced around at her colleagues and superiors around the table. Dan, the bearded and dynamic managing director, was nodding earnestly as he paid keen attention to Margaret’s presentation. Wally, the balding financial director, was taking notes on his copy of the handout. Kat, the senior logistics coordinator, and the youngest of them at twenty-four, was looking rather bored, as was Michael, the logistics manager. Finally, to Sheryl’s immediate right, was the very overweight Patrick, who headed up the sales department. Patrick was Sheryl’s boss.
Ten minutes later, Sheryl again felt the urge to defecate. This time it was harder to resist, and she had to grit her teeth and hold her breath while she forced her bowels into submission. She managed it, but it was quite a battle, and afterwards she let out a deep exhalation, which immediately drew the attention of those closest to her. Embarrassed, she turned and looked up at Margaret, feigning an expression of deep interest.
After another half hour, she was not sure she could hold it in any longer. Margaret had apparently finished her presentation, though there were plenty more pages in the handout, and they were now discussing the configuration options which Margaret had outlined. The meeting might last another five minutes, or it might last another hour – Sheryl had no idea. She did not, however, want to be the only person who asked to go to the toilet.
“Okay,” said Margaret, getting to her feet. “Shall I proceed with the final part of the presentation? It’s the cost analysis – it shouldn’t take too long, but if people want to take a bathroom break…”
“I’m fine,” said Dan, “but if anyone else…” He looked around the table.
“I’m fine too,” said Wally, “but I have another meeting in twenty minutes. I’d rather just press on and wrap this up…”
“Fine with me,” said Michael.
“Sounds good,” said Kat.
“Yup,” agreed Patrick. “Sheryl?”
“I’m fine,” said Sheryl meekly.
But she was not fine. Another urge gripped her bowel, and her knuckles turned white as her fingers clenched around the arms of her chair. Yet outwardly she tried to appear nonchalant, even as her anus began to open up against her will.
The sound of a vigorous fart reverberated through the room. All eyes turned in astonishment towards Margaret, who stood at the head of the table looking sheepish. “Oops!” she said, blushing. “Sorry about that. My tummy’s not quite right this morning.”
“My goodness!” said Dan, trying not to laugh. “Would you like to be excused for a minute?”
“No – it’s all right,” said Margaret, still blushing furiously. “I feel better now, thanks.”
Sheryl immediately saw the opportunity this incident presented. She could no longer hold in her poo, but now, if she let out a little bit of it, the smell would be blamed on Margaret. With a feeling of great relief, she relaxed her anus, and immediately a thick turd began to push its way out into her panties. It touched silk and then stopped, meeting the resistance of the chair through her panties and skirt. She had intended to simply sit like this until the meeting ended, but her discomfort was worse than ever – she just had to get rid of this poo, or at least pinch off a good chunk of it, to relieve the pressure in her rectum.
As Margaret continued to talk, Sheryl subtly slid her bottom to the very front of her chair, leaning back so that she slid towards the horizontal. This, she quickly realised, was going to look strange very soon, so she reached down and pulled on the lever that reclined the seat. As it unlocked, she pivoted the chair forwards so that the seat sloped downwards towards her knees, and the back of the chair angled forward to push her torso closer to the vertical.
Soon she was perched right at the front of her seat, with her anus just clear of the upholstery. She did not even need to push – her poo started sliding bumpily outwards, feeling very knobbly and at least two inches wide. Pressing against her gusset, it curved forward and started sliding beneath her vagina, making her shudder with disgust. She decided she had better stop it from going any further, and so she tried to pinch it off. This, however, proved tricky – an especially wide part was creeping through her anus just at the moment. She pushed a little more, and with a rush, another few inches of her poo slid out. The front of the poo, having pushed its way between her labia, now came to a halt with its tip pressing firmly against her clitoris.
Wally sniffed the air, frowning. “Good heavens, Margaret – that’s very, um, pungent!”
Margaret put a hand to her forehead. “I’m awfully sorry,” she said. “It seems I … um … followed through a bit.”
Dan’s jaw dropped. “You … had an accident?” he inquired in astonishment.
“Yes,” confessed Margaret. “Only a little one, but … yes.”
“Well for heaven’s sake, woman, go and clean up!” said Dan.
“But there’s only a little bit of the presentation to go,” said Margaret hurriedly. “Just a couple more slides. Then I’ll go and clean up, and you can all discuss it.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Wally. “I have to be out of here in a few minutes – I can’t wait around for Margaret to go and clean up.”
“All right all right,” said Dan, putting a handkerchief to his nose. “Hurry up then, Margaret.”
Sheryl was delighted by this development, for of course it gave her a perfect smokescreen to continue with her own defecation. She pushed hard, and slowly, more and more poo slid out of her anus and into her panties. Some of it pushed forward and piled up around her pussy, but after a few seconds, with nowhere else to go, the thick chunk currently descending from her anus pushed out of the left side of her panties and started sliding around the back of her thigh, held against her skin by the flimsy fabric of her tights.
Margaret clicked to the next slide, and turned towards the screen, but she had hardly said two words when Patrick uttered a startled gasp. “Margaret!” he said. “That’s not what I call a ‘little’ accident!”
Sheryl looked up just in time to see the large bulge in the back of Margaret’s smart beige trousers before she turned around. “Yes, well,” said Margaret, staring at the floor, “I was in considerable discomfort, and I figured that since I had already had an accident, I might as well make myself a little … more comfortable.”
Sheryl had to stop herself from grinning like a Cheshire cat. Here she was, filling her panties – and tights – with poo, and everybody’s attention was fixed on Margaret, who had already done the same thing – only very much more publicly! This was an incredible stroke of luck. She hoped it would hold out long enough for her to get to the toilet without being discovered. There was plenty more to come, at any rate, so she continued to push. Having built up a sizeable bulge in her tights just beneath the left leg-band of her panties, she now felt the newest section of poo divert to the right-hand side. Her pussy felt like it was being cradled by a warm gloved hand, though she knew that it was really a broad thick pad of her poo. The sensation was weird – almost erotic.
“Good heavens!” said Dan. “Well please don’t do any more! Hurry up and finish the damn presentation, and let’s all get out of here!”
“Oh but there’s only a little bit left,” said Margaret quickly. “Just a moment…” Her face assumed a look of concentration, and she grimaced slightly. “Mmmph,” she said. “Mmm … ohh … just a second … mmmmmmphhh!” She slumped slightly, and panted for a moment. “There – I think that’s all of it. Very sorry everyone. Now where was I…?”
Dan threw up his hands and shook his head in disbelief. “Uh, you were talking about the cost benefits of leasing regional warehouses versus building a local outsourced distribution centre.”
“Right!” said Margaret. “Well according to the models we talked about in part one … oh … just a minute … mmmmphhh! Oh god – this feels like a biggie – just a sec – grrrrrr … mmmmmmmmmphhh! Oh wow – sorry – hold on … mmmmphh! Okay I think that’s it.”
“Christ, Margaret!” exclaimed Dan in exasperation. “What the heck makes you think it’s okay to stand there and shit yourself in front of all of us?”
Margaret shrugged helplessly. “I didn’t intend to!” she said. “But once part of it was out – well, I was just finishing what I’d started! Now do you want to know which of these options is going to cost the company more, or not?”
“Yes!” said Dan. “Just … no more pooping!”
All eyes were on Margaret, so Sheryl had taken the opportunity to plant her hands on the seat and lift her bottom away from the chair. This way, her emerging poo could fill out the back of her panties, where there was still plenty of room. She was not sure how much time she would have, though, so she pushed for all she was worth, and her poo slid quickly out of her rectum and began to coil up rapidly in the seat of her panties.
Margaret turned back towards the projector screen, and this time there were gasps from everyone. Her trousers were stretched tightly around a truly enormous bulge below and behind her buttocks, which seemed to stretch almost from one hip to the other. It was so uniform that it was difficult to tell where Margaret’s buttock ended and the poo began.
Michael sniffed the air. “You know,” he said. “Call me crazy, but I’m getting two different smells here. If I didn’t think it was so highly improbable, I’d guess that someone else in here has had an accident.”
Sheryl froze in the act of filling the back of her panties. She lowered herself back on to the seat of her chair, so that the huge mass of poo squelched between her buttocks and spread out towards her hips and up to her waistband. The others around the table were now looking around suspiciously at each other.
“All right!” exclaimed Kat, putting her face in her hands and shaking her head sorrowfully. “I admit it – I’m sorry! I just … well, I was desperate to poo, but I didn’t want to run out of the meeting … and then Margaret did a poo, and I thought I would get away with it…”
Dan’s face was a picture of bafflement. “You’ve both shit your panties?” he asked incredulously. “Good grief – what’s up with the pair of you?”
Sheryl could hardly believe her luck. With all eyes on Kat now, she felt she could afford to be a little less discrete. She raised her bottom off the chair again, and pushed some more. A squishy rope of poo slithered out of her anus and heaped up on top of the compressed pile already in her panties.
“How did you manage to do it while sitting down?” asked Patrick curiously.
“Never mind that!” said Dan. “Kat, you’re excused – Margaret, just wrap up the presentation and get yourself to the toilet.”
Kat, looking utterly mortified, gingerly rose to her feet and waddled around the table towards the door. Sheryl, curious, glanced after her, and was rewarded with the sight of Kat’s tight blue skirt bulging outwards at the back, and bearing a small brown stain.
“Well,” said Margaret, “in the short term, building our own local warehouse will be a significant capital project…”
As she continued, Sheryl squeezed out the last few soft inches of her poo, and then settled back down on to the seat of her chair. There seemed to be a huge amount of poo in her panties now, reaching all the way up to the waistband in both the front and the back, and a deep, broad ridge of poo ran between her legs, rubbing against her clitoris with every movement she made. More poo was outside her panties – in fact it was possible that most of her poo was outside her panties, held between and against her legs by the material of her tights.
“So in conclusion, I would consider our best option to be the leasing of three or four regional warehouses, with the proviso that we can obtain a good RHD deal.”
“RHD?” asked Patrick.
“Receipt, handling and dispatch – a standard part of any warehouse agreement,” explained Margaret.
“All right!” said Dan. “Let’s get out of here – it stinks! Margaret, once you’ve cleaned up, I want to see you in my office.”
Margaret nodded, then she turned and waddled out of the room. The others all got to their feet and made their way towards the door. “You coming?” asked Patrick.
“I’ll be right behind you,” said Sheryl, hastily scribbling on her handout. “Just want to make some notes while this is all still fresh in my mind.”
“Okay,” said Patrick.
Soon Sheryl was alone in the room. She got up, stickily, and walked carefully with very small steps towards the door. She immediately realised that Margaret and Kat would both be in the toilets, cleaning up, and she had no desire to let them know that she had been in the same predicament. Still, she could hardly go back to her desk like this – the smell would give her away for sure.
There was only one thing for it – she would have to go home and clean up. She waddled towards the lift, glancing fearfully this way and that, and was very relieved to discover the lift just one floor above her. It did not take long to arrive, and when it did, it was fortunately empty.
In the car park, she took out her cell phone, and dialled Patrick. He answered just as she was getting into her car. “Hi Patrick,” she said, “it’s Sheryl.”
“Sheryl? Is everything all right?”
As she sat down, her poo squished and oozed into every crevice. “Yes,” she said with a smile. “Everything’s just fine. I just have to run a quick errand. Okay if I take my lunch hour early?”
“Sure,” said Patrick. “See you in an hour, then.”
“Bye,” said Sheryl. She wiggled her bottom, gasping delightedly at the sensations this produced, then she started her car and drove home.