As Ben woke up to the sound of his alarm clock, he thought nothing of it. It was Monday morning, and he had a hectic schedule ahead of him. However, as he made his way to the bathroom, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his bowels. He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore it as he finished getting ready for work.
He rushed out the door, grabbing a coffee on the way and barely holding it in until he arrived at the office. Once seated at his desk, he couldn't take it anymore. With a groan, he stood up and made his way to the men's room. The weight of his stomach pushed against his chest as he walked, and it felt like there was no escape from the torment.
Entering the bathroom, he locked the door and rushed to the toilet. His hands shook as he undid his pants, relieved when they finally dropped to the floor. With a loud sigh, he lowered himself onto the cold seat and closed his eyes. He knew what was coming would be messy, but he needed it desperately.
He gripped onto the sides of the toilet, grunting loudly as a massive log tore through his rectum. He could feel the hot liquid seeping out around it, and he knew that he hadn't finished yet. With renewed determination, he pushed even harder, groaning louder with each passing second.
The pressure built and built until finally, after what felt like an eternity, it subsided. Relief washed over him in waves as he leaned back against the wall, panting heavily. He stayed there for a few moments longer, catching his breath before reaching down to clean up.
Slowly and methodically, he wiped himself off, wincing at the icky residue sticking to his fingers. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before flushing the toilet and standing up. As he waddled back to his desk, he couldn't help but wonder how he was going to explain the state of his pants to his co-workers.
He tried to focus on work, but every time he moved, he could feel the tightness in his abdomen. It was a constant reminder of his morning shit, and he couldn't seem to escape it. As the day wore on, the thought of finding a moment alone to change into clean clothes became increasingly urgent.
Finally, during a lull in the afternoon, he made his way back to the men's room, heart pounding in anticipation of what he would find. The moment he dropped his pants, he gasped in horror - they were completely soaked through with shit stains. He held them up to the light, wincing at the brown smudges that covered them.
With a sigh, he resigned himself to the fact that they were a lost cause. With trembling hands, he flushed the toilet, watching as the water swirled around the filth before disappearing from sight. He washed his hands thoroughly, wishing he could wash away the memory of his double trouble morning just as easily.
