Alice sat at her desk, finishing up the latest report. Her bowels were informing her that she needed to visit the restroom soon, but she wasn't desperate and had always been a bit of a completionist. Plus, it was only her second week at this job, and she still felt the need to prove her work ethic.
Finally, she though, as she saved the now-completed document and emailed it to another department. She was just about to make her way to the ladies room, when her boss, Jen, entered her cubicle.
"Do you have a minute? I'd like to talk to you in my office." Perhaps seeing the anxious expression on Alice's face, she clarified. "Don't worry, it's nothing bad."
Alice agreed and followed Jen into her office. She would have felt awkward asking to use the bathroom first, and besides, Jen had implied that this wouldn't take too long.
But she quickly found that it was harder to keep control while standing than it had been when she was sitting. She was so focused on stopping her poop from coming out – while not looking like she was desperate – that she was barely taking in what Jen was saying, and simply hoped that she was nodding at the appropriate places.
Their conversation (if it could be called that, as Jen was doing almost all of the talking) dragged on, as Alice clenched her butt cheeks together and subtly shifted her position to keep her load in. Then the unthinkable happened – a sudden cramp hit Alice, and she felt a large, solid log start to slide into her panties.
She tried to stop it, but by the time she regained control the damage had been done, as she could feel a lump in her panties. She waited, hoping against hope that her boss hadn't heard or smelled what she'd just done, or at the very least that Jen would pretend she hadn't noticed.
It was a vain hope. Jen abruptly stopped mid-sentence, and then, with an expression of shock on her face, asked, "Alice, did you just mess yourself?"
Alice could feel her face turning furiously red. There was no point in denying it. Jen clearly knew what had happened, and would know that Alice was lying.
"I must say, this is a rather unexpected turn of events," Jen continued, taking Alice's silence as a confirmation. "But no matter. You can use my private bathroom down the hall to get cleaned up. Your skirt should be fine, and while I don't have any spare panties to lend you, there's quite a selection of adult diapers in my bathroom, if you'd prefer not to go commando."
Jen obviously could guess what Alice was thinking – wait, why do you have adult diapers in your bathroom, does that mean what I think it means – and she explained, saying, "I'm no stranger to wetting or messing myself, although with me it's not accidental.
"You see, I love the feeling of going in my pants, whether it's the warm wetness of pee soaking my clothing, or the solid weight of poop filling my panties-"
"Stop!" Alice interrupted. "If you keep talking like that, you'll make me lose control again."
"Well, I certainly wouldn't mine. But right, the bathroom's the second door on the left; take as much time as you need to get cleaned up."
Alice exited the office, and quickly made her way down the hall. Walking made her extra aware of the lump between her legs, but surprisingly, she found she didn't mind it. In fact, she rather liked the sensation.
By the time she had entered the bathroom and locked the door, the rest of her load was quite desperate to be released. It would have been easy to get to the toilet and pull her panties down, but she was thinking about what Jen had said about actually enjoying pooping in her pants.
