As he came in from a run, he couldn't stop thinking about how badly he needed to use the bathroom. His tiny blue denim shorts were practically overflowing with his desperate poops, and it seemed like any second now, he was going to shit his pants. Rushing into the bathroom, he couldn't believe the stench that hit him as soon as he stepped inside.
Moments later, true to his fears, massive amounts of shit began seeping out from the legs of his shorts, running all the way down his legs. He was beyond embarrassed and disgusted at the mess he had become. His once-clean shorts were now a disgusting heap of human waste.
In the mirror, he saw himself, a once-proud athlete reduced to a sopping-wet mess of poop. The stink was unbearable, and he could feel his face growing hot with shame. With trembling fingers, he pulled his shorts up tightly, praying that he wouldn't ruin any more of his running gear with this disgusting mess.
As more shit continued to flow out of him, he sat down on the side of the bath, lighting up a cigarette to calm his nerves. His gaze fell on the floor beneath him, covered in a thick layer of his own feces. He couldn't help but let out a deep, shaky breath before slowly removing his soiled shorts and peeling them apart to expose the poop-covered mess inside.
Taking a deep breath, he turned around to show you his shitty mess, bending over the bath in a way that gave you an incredible view of his shit-covered butt. Up close like this, the stench was almost overwhelming, but he couldn't bring himself to care. All he could think about was how relieved he'd feel once he was finally able to empty his bowels.
