Chelsea was desperate for the toilet. She could feel the entire day's worth of food (and last night's dinner) wanting to force its way out into her pink cotton panties and light grey business trousers.
She was in the Giga-Mart grocery section, in the middle of an aisle with two towering shelves on either side blocking her line of sight to any potential lady's room.
She knew there was a bathroom at the entrance. She remembered walking passed it, thinking too herself, "I can hold it until I get home."
But now that bathroom felt impossibly far. "I don't know if I can make it there before-"
Her thoughts were interrupted by the outward movement of her poo. She clenched and held, grasping her shopping cart to steady herself. The pressure was building, so she clenched harder.
"Is this it? I can't fight this forever."
After 30 seconds, maybe a minute, the pressure subsided. Accident avoided. She could release her clench, but for how long?
Then she had a hopeful idea. "These huge stores always have multiple bathrooms. There might be one closer by."
She looked ahead to see if there were any signs indicating a bathroom. Nothing. She turned to look back. No signs, only some dude who had been staring at her ass.
No surprise there, her business trousers clung to her ass cheeks and thighs, outlining her assets. Her boss once commented that they "display her qualifications." Very useful for manipulating the men in her office.
"Alright, I'll just go to the end of the aisle, look around, and there will be a bathroom in sight," she hoped.
She continued walking. She sensed that man behind her, enjoying the view.
Another wave of outward pressure hit her. She stopped again to concentrate and hold. She was anxious, with sweat building in her arm pits. She held her ass with her hands. The pressure subsided.
She looked back, that guy was still there. He was getting a front row seat to her struggle. He had a phone out and was pretending to text someone.
She continued walking and pushing her cart. She made it to the end of the aisle. Looking left and right, she saw no indication of a bathroom.
"Who designed this fucking store?" she muttered to herself.
"Ok, its fine. I'll just walk to the back wa-"
This was it. The poop was coming out now. She tried to clench, but her muscles didn't respond. "No no no no no," she was saying to herself, getting more rapid and quieter.
The mass was moving out of her rectum. It felt like it was coming out sideways. The first turd came out rapidly, almost like it just slipped out. She could feel that whole area tightening as the extra mass stretched her panties and trousers.
"Oh shit! Look at that," the man behind her said.
"FUCK," she thought.
She turned around to hide her shame from him. There she came face to face with the dude, holding his cell phone, no doubt filming.
After the first turd's rapid exit, the second one came out more slowly. She could feel every detail of the disgusting sensation. The relief of shitting, the increased weight in her panties, the emptying of her bowels, the smell, a wetness in her crotch.
A wetness in her crotch!
"Oh no," she realized she was wetting herself.
The second turd was pinched off as she regained control of her sphincter. It didn't feel natural to just stop mid poo, so she voluntarily pushed out a little more. The remainder of the second turd nestled snuggly with the rest of the mess, but to her dismay, it was followed by several muffled farts and a mushy liquid that expanded up her crack. She quickly clenched again.
