The day started out like any other at the office for Ms. D. She was sitting at her desk, diligently working on her tasks, when she suddenly felt a strange sensation in her bowels. It was a familiar feeling, one that she had become accustomed to over the years – the urge to empty her intestines of the sticky, gooey mess that had been accumulating since breakfast.
Without hesitation, Ms. D made her way to one of the stalls in the ladies' room, closed the door behind her, and locked it for privacy. She couldn't afford to be interrupted while performing this delicate task; it had become a sort of ritual for her, something she looked forward to after every meal.
As she sat down on the toilet seat, she could feel the pressure building up within her. She took a deep breath and released it slowly, trying to calm herself down. Then, she leaned forward a little and placed both hands on the wall in front of her, spreading her legs apart as widely as she could.
It was this "spread formation," as she liked to call it, that Ms. D had discovered a few years ago. She didn't know how or why, but she found that this position helped her to relieve herself more effectively. Maybe it was because there was less pressure on the rectum when it was in this position, or maybe something else entirely. Whatever the reason, it worked for her.
With her bottom sticking out and her cheeks spread wide apart, Ms. D let out a low moan of relief as the first wave of her fecal matter surged out of her body. It was an intense, burning sensation, but it was also strangely pleasurable. She groaned again as another wave hit her, causing her to clench her buttocks momentarily before releasing them again.
Throughout this process, Ms. D couldn't help but make a whole lot of noise. There were grunts, groans, and even a few squeaks as she pushed and strained to empty her bowels completely. The sounds were muffled by the thick layers of poo coating the walls of the toilet bowl, but they were there nonetheless.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ms. D finally managed to evacuate her lower portion completely. She let out a long, satisfied sigh and leaned back against the wall, her legs still spread wide apart. She took a moment to catch her breath before reaching around with her right hand and giving her bottom a good, vigorous wipe.
Carefully, Ms. D rose from her squatting position and stood up straight. She took a deep breath, standard procedure after a particularly messy session like the one she had just experienced. Then, she flushed the toilet, watching in satisfaction as the brown torrent swirled away down the drain.
With a sense of accomplishment, Ms. D washed her hands thoroughly at the sink, making sure to scrub away any traces of her excrement. Only then did she feel ready to face the rest of the day – though she couldn't help but wonder what delights the next meal would hold, and how they would be released onto the walls of the breakroom or the shared kitchen of the office.
Eagerly, Ms. D made her way back to her desk, ready to tackle her next task. She couldn't help but smile, knowing that even though her job was routine and monotonous at times, there was always the thrill of the next "spread formation" waiting just around the corner. And who knows? Maybe one day, she'd even invite someone to join her in the ladies' room for a little fun.
