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Jenny was a ticking time bomb, in more ways than one. For one, she had been pushed to her limit at work. Her boss, Dana, had been always been ruthless, but lately her expectations of the employees had gone from "unreasonable" to "completely unrealistic." Enduring the workload was one thing, but enduring Dana's harassment was another.
"Get into the conference room, and bring those quarterly reports," Dana snorted to Jenny, Lionel and Barb. The three looked at each other with an expression that wordlessly said "Really?" before getting up and following Dana into the conference room. They say around the table, with Dana sitting at the head of the table.
Jenny, beyond feeling just stressed, was feeling another pressure - this one in her bowels. Maybe the burger hadn't been a good idea for lunch, and she had just been thinking about going to the bathroom when Dana called the meeting. "It's okay," she thought to herself, "you just need to make it through this meeting and then you can go right to the bathroom." But the little gurgle in her stomach made her wonder if she was going to make it.
"Alright, take a look at page four. Do you see chart 3-B? It's all wrong," Dana said, rolling her eyes in disgust. "Seriously, I don't know why any of you think you should have jobs here with work like this." She glanced over to Jenny and noticed the panicked look on her face. "What's wrong with you? Realize you fucked up this report and need to do it over?"
"Uhm, no, Dana. I mean...yes, of course, I can make any adjustments that you'd like us to make, but...uhm..."
"What? What are you mumbling about?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I just had to go to the bathroom is all."
"The bathroom? Just hold it like a damn adult." Dana rolled her eyes again. The other two in the room just looked down at their reports to avoid eye contact. They knew that Jenny got it worse than anyone else in the office. Perhaps Dana was threatened by Jenny's youthful looks.
"Yes, of course Dana, sorry."
"So back to actual business," Dana started again, "you're all going to need to have a new version of this completed by Saturday. The charts need to match the information that's in the Hamilton Report, though I swear I told you people this before."
"Saturday?" asked Lionel. "Thats in two days. We'll never have it finished by then."
"Well it looks like you'll be staying late," Dana said unsympathetically. "Maybe you should stock up on adult diapers, Jenny?" Dana laughed to herself, though nobody else seemed to.
"I...I'll be fine," Jenny said with a forced smile.
"Alright, right now, we need to go over some of the addendums that are going to be added to this. Starting with the..." Dana's voice trailed off in Jenny's mind as she found that she could suddenly only concentrate on keeping her bowels clenched shut.
She just kept telling herself that she was in control of her body. She could hold it. She was going to make it. She was...
"Jenny, are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?" Dana asked suddenly, breaking Jenny's concentration.
"No...I mean yes! I mean...Dana, I really need to use the restroom. Could you just hold on for a minute?"
"Now you listen here, Jenny. I didn't get to this position I'm in today by letting my subordinates dictate the flow of a meeting. You're going to sit in that chair, you're going to pay attention, and you're sure as hell not going to act like a goddamn toddler in my office, do you understand?"
This. This was the moment. The ticking had stopped, and the time bomb was now activated. Jenny realized two things, simultaneously.
First, she hated this job. She hated Dana. She was done with it and she needed to move on.
Second, her bowels weren't going to hold. If she didn't get up and go right now, she was going to end up with the first accident in her pants since she was 7 years old.
A new thought. Maybe she could kill two birds with one stone? Because really, what did it matter anymore.
Jenny stood up, staring Dana in the eyes, and bent forward a little bit, letting her backside jut out. She planted her hands firmly on the table's surface, and without breaking eye contact...she pushed.
"W-what are you doing?" Dana asked in a tone that Jenny had never heard before. It was almost like fear.
But Jenny didn't say anything, she pushed harder, even grunting a little bit. Any mystery about what she was up to was quickly put to rest when the first rumbling fart came from her bottom, followed by another. This was followed by the telltale sticky sound of her pushing a load into her panties. The room was quiet, and everyone was seemingly in shock, but unable to look away. She kept pushing, and the mess kept coming, filling her panties. It was an unbelievable feeling. It was almost...empowering.
"Did...did you just..."
"Hold on," Jenny said with a grunt, "I'm not done yet." One final push and her panties felt like they were at capacity. It was a miracle they weren't drooping even further under her dress from the heavy load contained within them.
"You...what are you doing!" Dana was starting to get some color back in her face, and it was a furious red.
"You think about this moment from now on," Jenny spat at her. "Everytime you deny your employees a bit of happiness. Everytime you force a ridiculous demand on them. You think about me, shitting myself in front of you."
By this time the conference room was ripe with the smell of her dirty bottom, and Lionel was already looking like he was torn between fleeing from the room and staying to watch the show.
"I quit," Jenny finally said. She left her things behind, and marched out of the room, feeling the thick mess in her panties shift with every step.
So now what, she thought as she walked down the hallway for the last time. What was she going to do now that she shit her pants at work and would need to take the subway home to clean? She had no idea, but she sure as hell knew that she was going to masturbate like never before when she finally did get through her front door.
"Get into the conference room, and bring those quarterly reports," Dana snorted to Jenny, Lionel and Barb. The three looked at each other with an expression that wordlessly said "Really?" before getting up and following Dana into the conference room. They say around the table, with Dana sitting at the head of the table.
Jenny, beyond feeling just stressed, was feeling another pressure - this one in her bowels. Maybe the burger hadn't been a good idea for lunch, and she had just been thinking about going to the bathroom when Dana called the meeting. "It's okay," she thought to herself, "you just need to make it through this meeting and then you can go right to the bathroom." But the little gurgle in her stomach made her wonder if she was going to make it.
"Alright, take a look at page four. Do you see chart 3-B? It's all wrong," Dana said, rolling her eyes in disgust. "Seriously, I don't know why any of you think you should have jobs here with work like this." She glanced over to Jenny and noticed the panicked look on her face. "What's wrong with you? Realize you fucked up this report and need to do it over?"
"Uhm, no, Dana. I mean...yes, of course, I can make any adjustments that you'd like us to make, but...uhm..."
"What? What are you mumbling about?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I just had to go to the bathroom is all."
"The bathroom? Just hold it like a damn adult." Dana rolled her eyes again. The other two in the room just looked down at their reports to avoid eye contact. They knew that Jenny got it worse than anyone else in the office. Perhaps Dana was threatened by Jenny's youthful looks.
"Yes, of course Dana, sorry."
"So back to actual business," Dana started again, "you're all going to need to have a new version of this completed by Saturday. The charts need to match the information that's in the Hamilton Report, though I swear I told you people this before."
"Saturday?" asked Lionel. "Thats in two days. We'll never have it finished by then."
"Well it looks like you'll be staying late," Dana said unsympathetically. "Maybe you should stock up on adult diapers, Jenny?" Dana laughed to herself, though nobody else seemed to.
"I...I'll be fine," Jenny said with a forced smile.
"Alright, right now, we need to go over some of the addendums that are going to be added to this. Starting with the..." Dana's voice trailed off in Jenny's mind as she found that she could suddenly only concentrate on keeping her bowels clenched shut.
She just kept telling herself that she was in control of her body. She could hold it. She was going to make it. She was...
"Jenny, are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?" Dana asked suddenly, breaking Jenny's concentration.
"No...I mean yes! I mean...Dana, I really need to use the restroom. Could you just hold on for a minute?"
"Now you listen here, Jenny. I didn't get to this position I'm in today by letting my subordinates dictate the flow of a meeting. You're going to sit in that chair, you're going to pay attention, and you're sure as hell not going to act like a goddamn toddler in my office, do you understand?"
This. This was the moment. The ticking had stopped, and the time bomb was now activated. Jenny realized two things, simultaneously.
First, she hated this job. She hated Dana. She was done with it and she needed to move on.
Second, her bowels weren't going to hold. If she didn't get up and go right now, she was going to end up with the first accident in her pants since she was 7 years old.
A new thought. Maybe she could kill two birds with one stone? Because really, what did it matter anymore.
Jenny stood up, staring Dana in the eyes, and bent forward a little bit, letting her backside jut out. She planted her hands firmly on the table's surface, and without breaking eye contact...she pushed.
"W-what are you doing?" Dana asked in a tone that Jenny had never heard before. It was almost like fear.
But Jenny didn't say anything, she pushed harder, even grunting a little bit. Any mystery about what she was up to was quickly put to rest when the first rumbling fart came from her bottom, followed by another. This was followed by the telltale sticky sound of her pushing a load into her panties. The room was quiet, and everyone was seemingly in shock, but unable to look away. She kept pushing, and the mess kept coming, filling her panties. It was an unbelievable feeling. It was almost...empowering.
"Did...did you just..."
"Hold on," Jenny said with a grunt, "I'm not done yet." One final push and her panties felt like they were at capacity. It was a miracle they weren't drooping even further under her dress from the heavy load contained within them.
"You...what are you doing!" Dana was starting to get some color back in her face, and it was a furious red.
"You think about this moment from now on," Jenny spat at her. "Everytime you deny your employees a bit of happiness. Everytime you force a ridiculous demand on them. You think about me, shitting myself in front of you."
By this time the conference room was ripe with the smell of her dirty bottom, and Lionel was already looking like he was torn between fleeing from the room and staying to watch the show.
"I quit," Jenny finally said. She left her things behind, and marched out of the room, feeling the thick mess in her panties shift with every step.
So now what, she thought as she walked down the hallway for the last time. What was she going to do now that she shit her pants at work and would need to take the subway home to clean? She had no idea, but she sure as hell knew that she was going to masturbate like never before when she finally did get through her front door.
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