Litterbox Office 3 Short Stories

This is based on a Comedy Central sketch. These are three short stories based on the concept of human sized public litter boxes being used in the workplace.

Beth Meadows was the CEO of a major tech firm in London. She had it all: money, status and influence and yet was only 27. It was a regular Tuesday afternoon and she had been in meetings all morning. She strode into her office and slumped down at her desk, tired from the hours of sitting and listening she had to endure.

She looked at the reflection of herself in the window, her neat brown hair, white blouse, black pencil skirt with tights and, due to her relaxed, open-legged seating position, her white panties. She gazed over at her cat, who was lounging in the sunlight in front of her desk.

All of a sudden, she felt a twinge in her bladder from the water she had drank in all those meetings. Reluctantly getting up from her chair, she walked over to the door of her office but when she tried turning the handle, it jammed and wouldn't open. Another wave of pressure split through her bladder and she instinctively bent her knees and started shuffling her feet. She banged on the door but there was no one in the corridor outside to hear her.

30 minutes passed and Beth was doubled over in discomfort, her skirt pushed up to her waist so that she could jam her hand into her crotch with more force. A tiny spurt of piss leaked out of her urethra and into her panties, dampening her quivering hand. At this point, she didn't care about her prim and professional appearance, that had been taken over by the overwhelming need to wee and as she realised that no one was coming to help her, her eyes began darting around the room for something, anything to urinate in. Coffee cup? No, too small. Paper bin? No, it would leak out of the bottom. Suddenly, she saw her cat's litter box and she waddled as fast as she could toward it. Squatting down, the pee had already started jetting out before she managed to pull her panties to the side. It hissed out of her neatly trimmed pussy, hitting the gray sand of the litter box with impressive force. She tilted her head back in relief and let out a moan of pure pleasure.

This wouldn't last long however, as the door clicked and swung open and her business partner Jon walked in. 'Beth-' he exclaimed as her face flushed red with embarrassment and her hands darted to shield her still-pissing pussy from his view. 'H-hi Jon, I was just, err, testing out a new idea for the office to...umm, increase productivity!' she stammered. Jon stood there stunned. There was his boss, normally a fierce and confident woman, squatting down and pissing in her cat's litter box. 'Have this run past the office management and implemented immediately or you're fired!' she exclaimed. He nodded and darted off to do just that.

The next day, all the workers were surprised to find that the bathrooms were closed, and to replace them, there were large, human sized litter boxes in the corner of each room. Even more surprisingly, not many complained, as they were quite scared of Beth and people had no choice once the bathrooms closed.

John Sanders was bored. He had just finished his quota for that day but had a meeting later so he had no choice but to sit there for the next few hours. After staring blankly at his computer screen for the fifth time that minute, his eyes flitted over to a desk in the opposite corner of the large room.

There sat Anna Jones, his office crush. She had short brunette hair, a sleek face with rouged lips and dark brown eyes. She wore a gray wool sweater, a pleated black skirt and black heels. She was typing away, her pale fingers darting across her keyboard and he smiled after seeing her face furrowed in concentration. She paused for a moment to pull her tights up, allowing John to catch a glimpse of her upper thigh before she readjusted her skirt and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

What he didn't know was that Anna was bursting for a wee. While the majority of men had adjusted from the toilet to litter box change fairly smoothly, being able to stand and pee just like they normally did, many of the girls in the office were hesitant to expose their bodies in order to squat and relieve themselves. Many waited until their lunch breaks to go in a café or would hold it in until the day was over. Anna was one of these, but the large coffee she had drank at lunch was starting to take a toll on her and she realised she wasn't going to be able to make it in the hour she still had left before she was allowed to leave.

Pausing again, she took a deep breath and got up from her desk. John watched as she walked over to the corner of the office and stood in front of the grey tray, contemplating her choice. As she pulled down her black tights to her ankles and squatted over the litter box, John finally had a good view of her long legs and her white silk panties. She pulled them to the side, revealing her shaved, pink pussy. Her eyes cautiously scanned the office, making John quickly look away before slowly turning his gaze back to her. Despite the pressure in her bladder, the piss took an agonizingly long time to come out before it started jetting into the grey sand with a surprising volume, causing Anna's pale cheeks to flush red with embarrassment. The piss carried on for a while, eventually saturating the sand before it let up, some dripping slowly onto the tile of the floor.

With no toilet paper available, Anna realised she had to shuffle over the box and shake her hips to get the last drops out, and John could see her perky bum shaking from the angle he was at. She adjusted her panties and pulled her tights back up and hurried back to her seat, leaving John with a huge boner in his pants which, with no method of relief, stayed for the agonizing few hours he had to wait.

A couple of weeks later, Anna had a meeting with Beth Meadows. She was so nervous about it, as she was gunning for a promotion and could not mess it up. As she waited outside Beth's office, she felt a twinge in her bladder but she put it down to being nervous and not to actually needing to pee. She had used the litter boxes again more frequently after her first time but hadn't had the chance to go that morning.

Beth marched down the corridor, wearing a grey suit and a white shirt and her hair pulled tightly into a ponytail. She stood quite a bit taller than Anna. 'Come in,' she said, 'and make yourself welcome. I'll be back in a couple of minutes.' Anna entered the office and sat down at a chair by the wall. There was a coffee table with some magazines on it next to her and the room had a couple of potted plants, and also a cat lounging on the windowsill.

Anna shifted uncomfortably in the seat, her need to pee steadily growing. She glanced at Beth's personal litter box in the corner of the room, and remarked on the dark patches from her boss's past pisses. That made her need to pee even more and she realised that the meeting would be an hour long at least. Beth had been gone for about ten minutes and Anna was weighing up whether or not she should relieve herself in the box. As a wave of desperation hit her abdomen, she decided on it and shuffled over to the box. She hiked up her pencil skirt and pulled down her black lace panties as she squatted over the tray and let loose. She immediately let out a groan of relief and pleasure as the piss rocketed out of her pink pussy.

At that very moment, the door clicked and Beth strutted in. Anna turned her head around, stopping her stream with difficulty and looking at her with extreme embarrassment on her face. 'I'm sorry..I-' Anna stammered before Beth interrupted her. 'Good idea Miss Jones, I think I might go myself.' Anna breathed an awkward sigh of relief as Beth pulled down her trousers and red panties and squatted in front of her. A dribble of piss came out of Beth's trimmed pussy in the few seconds before Anna resumed her stream, but she was confused when she heard a small grunt coming from in front of her. To her shock, Beth's pink arsehole began to dilate and a massive shit began to slither out.

Anna didn't know what to say, her piss had finished but she couldn't just leave her boss shitting in the litter box if she got up so she sat there exposed, watching in morbid confusion as Beth's huge poop hit the sand with a thud. Her arsehole winked to get the last smudges off as she reached in front of her and produced a roll of toilet paper from beside the box. She reached behind her and dragged a square over her damp pussy and dirty arsehole a few times before looking back at Anna. 'Did I get it all?' She asked before reaching towards Anna's dripping snatch and gently wiping it with a fresh sheet in her hand. They both got up and dressed themselves again, Anna's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment before facing each other again. 'Right,' Beth exclaimed. 'Lets get down to business.'