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My God, I can’t believe this is actually happening to me. I knew I had to go to the bathroom, but I was certain I could hold it in. It was only a short walk back to the office and once I got there I was going to go right to the bathroom. Now, I’m in the middle of a public park with a bowel movement in my panties and no possible recourse for cleaning myself up. This is the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me; I feel like I’m going to die. Does anyone know? Can any of these people tell that I’ve just pooped my pants? My skirt is so short, why did I have to wear this short skirt to work today? It’s not like my boss wouldn’t notice me if I wore a longer skirt. Damn me for having to flaunt my legs in the hopes that some of the men around the office would notice me.
See, I met my friend Dede for lunch at a local café that’s about a mile from my office. I like to eat there because it’s good exercise for me to walk the short distance. Plus, it’s great to get some fresh air as an escape from the office. I felt like I had to go to the bathroom when I left for the restaurant, but I’m not really good at pooping in places like restaurants where thousands of people use the toilets everyday. Instead, I decided to simply make it a quick lunch with Dede and get back to the office before an emergency erupted.
Unfortunately, my plan failed miserably. I had a big salad with lots of beans and cheese for lunch and I guess my system simply needed to evacuate. Before I got halfway to the office my bowels let loose and the poo came streaming out. I could feel it filling my panties and my face burned hot with shame. Could there possibly be a more embarrassing situation to find yourself in? After my initial shock wore off I glanced around the park, looking to see if anyone had noticed my predicament. There was an attractive young guy walking towards me, clearly intending to speak to me.
“Miss, you look troubled. Is there anything I can help you with?” He asked politely.
My mind raced. Can he see the bulge in my panties? Does my skirt ride high enough to show him what’s in there? Am I emanating a bad smell? I chose to shoo him away, brushing him off.
“No, no, I’m fine. It’s okay. Please, I’m fine, just leave me alone.”
My face burned red with shame at the thought of even talking to him with a poop in my pants. After I brushed him off he continued to talk to me, but I just turned around and walked away, slowly making my way towards my office building. It was difficult to walk quickly, after all I didn’t want anything seeping out, but I covered the half mile distance in a decent time. Once I arrived at the building I realized I would have to ride in the elevator to get to the bathroom so I could clean myself up. I would simply die of shame if anyone noticed my predicament in the elevator. In order to mitigate the chance of discovery I waited outside the elevator bank until an empty one opened up and no one else was waiting. I hopped on excitedly and hit the button for the twelfth floor. Then, much to my dismay, a briefcase popped through the doors just as they were about to close completely. A man I had never seen before stepped on to the elevator and smiled at me. He hit the button for the tenth floor and watched the doors close.
As the elevator rode up I found myself sweating every so slightly, nervous that he might discover what had happened to me. Luckily, when the elevator hit the tenth floor he stepped off and no one else got on. When the elevator hit my floor I made my way to the bathroom as quickly as possible and locked myself inside. I decided to flush my panties entirely, and after a few quick wipes to my ass I was totally clean and ready to continue my work day.
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