What Happened to Monday's Pt.3

Darren viciously held onto the arm rests of his office chair to catch his breath as a second wave of cramps bombarded his sphincter. His hands were turning bright red as he squeezed them, to desperately maintain some kind of control over his current predicament.

 Oh, fuck fuck fuck, it hurts so bad. I’ve got to take a shit. 

Just as Darren began to lift himself from the chair to go to the restroom, his attention was taken by the familiar tone of a new notification on his phone. “Don’t even think about it boy. You’re wearing your toilet, unless you want to lose your job” 

This guy is fucking crazy, how did he know? Does he seriously think I’m going to shit my pants?!? 

Desperately weighing the odds of his next decision, Darren began to sweat and breathe heavily as he did everything that he could to hold back the growing, and urgent, need to evacuate his bowels. 

Fuck this guy, that scrawny wimp doesn’t have the balls to out me. Darren had made his decision, he pushed himself up off his chair in one smooth and quick motion. Halfway through standing up, in a half standing squat, Darren’s eyes suddenly went wide as the realization hit him that the battle was lost. 

Unintentionally, and rather suddenly, the seat of his diaper expanded in unison with a faint crinkling noise and a wet fart that, to Darren’s ears, echoed at a volume that would not escape any ears in the office. 

The incredibly embarrassed boy now stood paralyzed, struggling to accept the physical and emotional weight of what he just did. Did Jason plan this? Did anyone see? Can anyone smell me? His eyes quickly shifted to scan the immediate area. Luckily for him nobody seemed to notice the awkward way he was frozen standing at his desk. However, he had to make a decision quickly before anyone noticed his situation. 

I can’t sit down like this; do I go to the restroom or do I... 

Bzzz. 

Darren’s phone buzzed to life once again with a new message from Jason. “Bathroom now, I'll meet you there.” 

Soon Darren found himself cautiously walking toward the elevator. He could feel the mush between his legs with every step, even the thought of what he just did made him feel disgusting to his core. He walked into the restroom and closed the door behind him. Almost immediately Darren found himself doubled over on the floor as a new, more intense, wave of cramps hit him, seemingly out of nowhere. Darren lost all sense of his surroundings, his entire thought process was occupied by the pain in his belly, and the current mess in his diaper. He laid on the floor in pain for what seemed like hours while his bowels continuously emptied themselves in his already used diaper. For a moment, Darren wasn’t sure if it would ever stop, in the moment he did not even realize that tears had begun rolling down his cheeks. 

Finally, the onslaught was over. Lying on the bathroom floor, crying, with what smelled like a toxic waste dump between his legs. As he began to roll over, he could feel that somehow the mess had made its way to the front of his diaper as well, this did nothing to ease the purely pathetic feelings that flooded his brain. He somehow brought himself to his knees, then he lifted his head to see Jason leaning against the bathroom wall with a shit eating grin from ear to ear on his face, bringing Darren to the realization that Jason just witnessed the entire tear-soaked ordeal. By the look on his face, Jason had never been happier in his life. 

“Good boy, now take your clothes off, if you know what's good for ya.”