The Office is Her Toilet

Kathy ran into her office. Short and a little chubby, her boobs bounced in her blouse and her thick, jiggling ass and thighs rippled through her slacks. She runs past Stacy, her receptionist.

"Good morning Ms. Kathy," she said, handing Kathy a clipboard as she rushed past.

Kathy took the clipboard without breaking her stride. Her stomach gurgled and she grabbed at her belly.

"I'll take this in my office."

Kathy ran through the door to the left of her receptionist. Inside, there was a large room with an enormous, expensive oak desk in the center. A state-of-the-art computer sat on top, but nothing else. Kathy ignored the desk and ran right past it to a door on the far side of the room. Inside the room was a toilet and a laptop on the floor next to it. Kathy flung open the door, dropped her pants and baggy panties, and planted her round squishy butt onto the toilet.

Immediately the sharp plaps of hard pellet-like turds hitting the water filled the room. She leaned back on the toilet, brushed her platinum blond out of her hair, and sighed. Kathy had gotten into the habit of using the toilet at work first thing in the morning. She had suffered from irritable and untrustworthy bowels her whole life, a problem that had only gotten worse now that she was in her late thirties. Because of this, she would do her office work half-naked on the toilet, letting her ass open and drop shit whenever it wanted, no longer having to worry about holding it in. Kathy adjusted herself on the seat, positioning herself so that the seat edges pulled her asscheeks apart. The dropping poo pellets out of her puckered asshole became larger, and wetter, and smellier. Semisolid sticky logs slowly squeezed out of her puckered asshole with a wet slippery sound. She pushed and farted with a mighty "PPPHHRRTBBBTt" and squeezed the log into the water with a splash. The impact made little droplets splash up and hit her hanging buttcheeks.

"Ma'am?"

Stacy was standing outside the open door, facing Kathy on the toilet, but trying not to make eye contact or stare at her half-naked body - her thighs pressing against the toilet seat and the wispy pubic hair poking up in the crease between them. Stacey covered her nose with her hand.

Kathy looked up and farted again.

PPPHHHHtSSS

"Yes, Stacy?"

Stacy handed her a spreadsheet on a slip of paper.

"I forgot this. It's the budget approval for this quarter."

Kathy took the spreadsheet and added it to the clipboard. She took out a pen from her suit jacket and began to sign where necessary.

Stacey had gotten used to Kathy's strange workspace, or at least as used to it as she was ever going to be. Kathy really didn't care that Stacey could see her shitting throughout the day. She was a little embarrassed at first, but with her legs pressed together it's not like Stacey could really see anything, and the smell wasn't anything she wasn't going to smell in the women's restroom down the hall.

***

Kathy bounced on her heels in the elevator. She grabbed at the loop of her purse, moving her small, panicked hands up and down the length.

She was running late, and her conditioned rectum was crying out with pained spasms that it needed it's early morning dump. The elevator door opened, and Kathy ran down the hall, gritting her teeth in terror. She was about to kick down the door to her office when Stacy stood up from her desk and grabbed her arm.

"Ms. Kathy! You're late for the investor meeting."

Kathy hopped from foot to foot. Her face and brain where blank. "What?"

"The investor meeting!"

".... is that today?"

"YES! Do you think you can hold it?"

Kathy closed her eyes, centering herself. She breathed slowly. The urgent pressured screaming in her butt faded into rectal background noise. I can do this, she thought to herself. I can hold my poo like an adult.

Steeling herself. She nodded.

"I can do this."

***

The meeting was going on too long. Kathy crossed her legs. She squirmed and her face twisted with wincing pain at the large, spikey turd swelling and stretching out her rectum. The other members sitting at the boardroom table tried to avoid looking at her, trying not to bring attention to her.

In front of the boardroom table was a wide projector showing the livestream of the investors from Japan, all sitting in a similar boardroom of their own.

Kathy bounced on her chair, and it made small, high-pitched squeaking noises. A silent, horrific fart slipped through her cheeks and the man sitting in the chair behind Kathy gagged and turned his face away in horror.

Kathy could feel sweat forming under her arms, her back, her ass, her belly, her boobs, warm stress sweat slowly reaching its way out from her most private or fatty areas and spreading across her body. She felt disgusting. Her mind couldn't even focus on the meeting. It was filled with two thoughts, the wrenching, dangerous, pressure overwhelming her guts, and how absolutely ruined her jacket and slacks were going to be with sweat stains.

The CEO stood up and bowed. Kathy turned to him, her body arching back with cartoonish surprise. Is it over, are we done? She asked in her empty, broken brain.

"PHBBBTTssHH" a sharp, hissing, dry, and painful fart leaked out of her ass. Her mouth formed an "O" of surprise.

The other boardroom members began to stand up, each bowing to the projector and the livestream.

Hands clawing against her arm rest, straining to stop her hips and ass from wriggling, knees knocked together, Kathy slowly stood up. The pointed end of the log impaled through her ass and guts breached her anus, and she could feel herself anal ring dilate.

Taking a deep breath, she bent over. The floor reached up to her as she bent lower and lower before she was finally doubled over, her ass sticking out.

PPPPRRHHBBBTBTTSHSSSHHLLBBRRPPPPPPPPP

The rest of the boardroom watched with horror as Kathy's bent over, slacks-clad ass, vibrated and shook and sputtered like a possessed living thing. Still bent over, Kathy's eyes watered while she strained, fighting a losing battle. A gargantuan log ripped out of her asshole and pushed and filled and ruined her panties and slacks with its warm, sticky weight. The boardroom members gasped, covering their faces in shock and disgust at the rich, venomous smell of feces filling the small room.

The turd, still slithering and slipping out of Kathy's stretched and wide-open rectum, bent and squashed against her panties, forming a large and growing mass of shit in the seat of her pants. Her pants sagged and grew a wet muddy blackish brown, the wet sputtering shit seeping through the already sweaty fabric.

Slowly, Kathy stood up. She looked at the projector, which was still on, and heard for the first time - no longer covered up by the sounds of her own ass - the snickering and outright laughter of the Japanese investors on the other side of the call.

Kathy turned bright red. Her eyes burned like she was going to burst into tears. Her pants and panties, filled with shit, sagged, and exposed the messy, shit-stained upper half of her ass to the boardroom behind her.

Sniffling, Kathy hitched up her pants, unintentionally shifting the sloppy turds forward, feeling their warm gooey mess slip forward splashing and filling the front of her panties and rubbing up against her pussy and thighs.

Her lips churned and her eyes widened at the horrific, disgusting, and violating sensation.

"excuse me..." Kathy muttered, and she waddled out of the boardroom. Shocked and sympathetic eyes following her shit-filled rear.

***

Kathy avoided her coworkers in the halls and offices for weeks after, her face turning to the floor and her shoes moving rapidly across it to carry her away from memories of her embarrassment.

But she couldn't avoid the humiliation forever. A few weeks later she had another meeting, the big monthly meeting. She sat on her the toilet in her office, desperately squeezing and trying to empty her bowels in preparation, but nothing came out.

Kathy grabbed at her stomach and grunted. She felt the fullness deep in her butt; however, the pressure and the need wasn't present at all.

"Come on...." She muttered, straining, but the constipating weight in her rectum refused to move.

"Ma'am... you're going to be late."

Stacey stood in the doorway, looking at her with a sad, sympathetic, frown.

Kathy sighed and held her head in her hands. She stood up and pulled up her pants and panties.

***

Kathy's hand reached out for the boardroom doorknob, and she froze, face twisting in panic. Deep swirling sorrow and embarrassment filled her stomach.

The door opened, and the CEO stood in the doorway, smiling at her.

"Kathy! We thought you weren't going to show up! We have a surprise for you!"

"A surprise?"

"Yes! Come in come in come in!"

Kathy was led into the boardroom. Her coworkers were all smiling at her with kindness and sympathy. She then noticed that her chair was completely gone, and in its place as a bright white shining toilet in the middle of the office. A tube of toilet paper sat on the desk in front of it.

Kathy stared the toilet, trying to process its presence.

"We're all very sorry that you had that accident last meeting, Kathy," the CEO said. "We had no idea that you had been suffering from these issues. We spoke to your receptionist, and she told us all about your own office space situation, so we all chipped in to try and replicate it here."

Kathy turned red, and her eyes darted around to the other people in the meetings, women and men, who all knew now that she had been working on the toilet, and who expected her to drop her pants and shit in front of them. She looked at the toilet. It's looming bowl staring at her.

"I- I think you all are trying to help, but I don't know if I'll feel... comfortable going in front of all of you."

The CEO sat down. "Well it's not like it's anything we all haven't seen before, not after the onsen trip last summer.

Kathy's lip curled into an involuntary smirk and her eyes glossed over as she remembered the company Onsen trip. The mixed baths. The men in their towels with the outlines of their penises visible through the cloth, some forgoing towels all together, their half-erect shafts and weighty balls. The naughty thrill that she got of wearing nothing but a towel, the steam and water on her skin and the soft fabric against her erect nipples.

"Kathy? Kathy?"

Kathy wiped the drool from her mouth, startled to attention. "Yes sir?"

The CEO motioned to the toilet seat, "You're under no obligation to use it if you don't want to, but we just all wanted to let you know that we support you and your medical condition."

"Thank you, sir."

The meeting started and Kathy sat her clothed butt on the toilet seat. She shifted on the porcelain. As if triggered by the familiar shape under her, Kathy felt a gurgling in her ass.

FRRRBBTTTTT

She farted and moved around on the seat. The other people in the boardroom tried to ignore her fart, to not embarrass her.

She felt the sudden presence of rocky hard turds in her lower rectum, not painful or urgent, but an annoying tickle in her ass.

Kathy knew that she could easily excuse herself. She had more than enough time to make it to the restroom, to empty her bowels there, where she was supposed to, not here in front of everyone in the boardroom, in front of the CEO.

Unless…?

Her face growing red, Kathy lifted her butt off the toilet seat. She unbuttoned her pants, very quickly yanked her pants and panties to her thighs and planted her pale naked butt onto the cool toilet seat, only briefly flashing her pale ass to the rest of the room.

Her coworkers tried very hard to look away.

Kathy squinted and pushed.

PPHHHHHHTTTSSSS

Her asshole opened and an airy dry fart hissed out, splashing against the toilet water.

"MMrrrrnnn..."

Kathy moaned softly and pushed a hard rocky turd out of her ass. Her anus stretched and distended around it. It's rocky surface scrapped against her walls, stretching and pushing out her anus, before the whole turd fell to her ass with a plop, immediately followed by the soft hiss of pee sputtering out of her pussy.

Kathy sighed.

The woman sitting next to Kathy, an older woman in a flower dress, covered her nose with her hand, but she didn't complain.

A rumbling, spasming, pang hit Kathy’s colon, and she doubled over, squeezing with all her might.

Slick slender turds slipped and splattered out of her butt hole. The rotten, wet stench filled the room. The unfortunate occupants began to cough and cover their noses, all regretting this decision to give Kathy her own toilet.

Kathy barely noticed their rising horror and panic. She was too busy doubled over, forehead almost to her knees, emptying out her entire ass, her hazy mind focusing on her wet, swelling pussy between her clamped together thighs.

***

“After this month’s meeting, you have a video conference call with the new branch manager, and after that, you’ll have some time sheets to work through.”

Stacey was reading off her clipboard while her boss peed like a faucet into the toilet beneath her. Taking a single sheet of toilet paper, Kathy then haphazardly dabbed her piss-soaked pussy and stood up.

“That all sounds good, Stacey,” she said, distracted. Kathy was looking down at her pants and panties around her pumps. She stood bottomless, her fuzzy pubic hair, bubble butt, and curvy jiggly legs on display. Slowly, and with a wicked grin, Kathy stepped out of her clothes and left her office toilet half-naked.

Stacey covered up her eyes with her hands, but couldn’t help but peek through her fingers. Blushing deeply, her eyes darting down to her boss’s slick pussy lips peeking out from the blond pubic hair.

“m-Ma’am? Ma’am, your pants! The meeting!”

Kathy grinned. She walked past Stacey and noticed that Stacey’s eyes followed her buttcheeks with an intense and unblinking stare. Stacey’s slender knees were knocked together and wobbled with pure horny desperation.

“Oh it’s no problem,” Kathy said. “It’s nothing they haven’t seen before.”

With bouncing confidence, Kathy strode out of the office, walking down the hall to the boardroom. Employees stopped in their tracks, hypnotized by her swaying, jiggling, rippling ass. Her curvy legs shook as with each tapping step of her heels against the marble.

An employee by the water fountain in the hall was so transfixed that he sprayed his entire shirt and the front of his pants with the high-pressure water stream while his head followed her walking past him.

Kathy giggled, noting the bulging, tenting protrusion in the front of the employees’ pants.

Hand on the doorknob to the board room, droplets of fluid fell from her sopping pussy onto her inner thighs and the floor.

***

SSSLLLLPPRRCCCRRKKLLCCRRKK

Semisolid gooey crackling logs burst out of Kathy’s ass.

“So, the next stage in our plan for this project absolutely hinges on the website update…”

Turning green, the CEO tried to keep talking.

PPPHHSSSSTTTTPPPTTTTTPHBPHBPHB

Kathy’s asshole burst open and splattering hissing liquid diarrhea shits painted the bowel with disgusting, yellow brown chunks. Kathy hummed in smug, aroused joy, feeling the weight lifted from her butt and sweet relief glow through her intestines.

Everyone’s eyes watered throughout the boardroom. The hot, stench burned the air like acid. The woman sitting next to Kathy held a handkerchief over her face and whimpered softy.

The CEO coughed, struggling to maintain his train of thought and consciousness in the room slowly filling with more and more concentrated ass stink.

“I think- I think that’ll wrap things up for today.”

Everyone in the boardroom scattered like roaches, flinging themselves at the doors and gasping and panting for clean air in the halls. Smirking, Kathy stood up and left the room last, following the CEO down the hall.

“Oh, sir!” Kathy called after him, jogging forward to keep up with him.

She caught up and started to walk next to him. The CEO looked down and his eyes danced across Kathy’s legs and ass with slow, growing horror.

“For the website update, I have a couple of ideas that I just wanted to run by you-“

“Kathy.” The CEO caught her off. He covered his mouth with his hands.

“Yes, sir?”

“I think you forgot something.”

Kathy turned around, following his shell-shocked gaze to her ass. Her messy, unwiped ass. Disgusting yellow-brown shit caked her crack and the surrounding area of her round cheeks. Droplets of shit trailed her crack to her legs, running the entire length from thigh to foot.

“Oh my!” Kathy said in surprise.

She pulled open her asscheeks to survey the mess, peeling open the shitty, muddy crack, and globs of rancid horrific diarrhea fell from her parted butt and splattered onto the ground.

The CEO swallowed hard and made a noise like he just upchucked into his own mouth.

“I-I’ll, I’ll go get you some paper.”

He tried to rush away, but Kathy stopped him. A big, wide grin filled her face as she watched the CEO squirm with disgust at the mess she had made.

“I can clean it off myself!”

Too stunned to move, the CEO watched Kathy walk over to the water fountain in the hall. She propped her naked shitty bottom on top of it with a little hop, and pressed the button, sending high pressure water up into her asscrack, spraying water fountain water and diluted shit across the entirety of her cheeks, the water fountain drain, and the poor floor.

The CEO took a step back and all of the other random employees walking through the hall could only stare in shock, their minds refusing to acknowledge that they were watching a half-naked woman turn a water fountain into a makeshift bidet.

“Mmmmhhhmmmm~”

Kathy moaned, feeling the pleasant, lukewarm water splash and tickle her asshole with its pressure. Adjusting her position on top of the water fountain, she leaned forward so that water splashed up into her pussy; the spray licked and filled and pleasured her pussy, splashing up into the already wet opening of her vagina. Streams of water ran across her lips and clit, fountain water mixing with her own juices and massaging and driving up and into her most sensitive areas with just the right amount of perfect pressure.

Breathing quickly, chest rising and falling with airy, horny joy, Kathy reached into her pussy with both hands, pulling herself open with one hand to make sure that the water reached every single surface and texture while driving the fingers of her other hand into her vagina and up against her clit with faster and more intense strokes.

The entire office building slowly gathered, watching from the hallways in shock and awe as Kathy with her shitty wet bottom masturbated on top of the water fountain, eyes closed, shamelessly moaning and sighing with each orgasm, her own spraying juices as she fucked herself to climax after climax mixing with the splashing current of the water fountain beneath her ass.