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The fluorescent lights hummed overhead in the otherwise silent office, casting a sterile glow over the sea of empty desks. Only two remained occupied: Jimmy and John, the last two employees working late on a critical project that was due by morning. Jimmy, at 24, was usually the picture of professionalism, but tonight he was shifting uncomfortably in his chair, his stomach churning with an unmistakable pressure.
“Everything okay, man?” John asked, not looking up from his screen. He was 22, with an air of quiet confidence that sometimes bordered on arrogance.
Jimmy nodded, but his hand subtly rubbed his abdomen. “Yeah, just… you know, late night. Getting hungry.”
John’s eyes narrowed slightly, and then he did something peculiar. He focused his gaze on Jimmy’s midsection, and for a moment, it was as if he were looking through him. In reality, John had a strange ability—he could see inside people’s intestines, observe their bowel movements, and even manipulate them. It was a secret he kept hidden, a fetish he indulged in when no one was watching. Now, he was looking at Jimmy’s insides, and what he saw made his cock stir in his pants.
Inside Jimmy’s digestive tract, a massive accumulation of diarrhea was churning violently. The liquid brown waste was pressing against the walls of his intestines, seeking an escape route. Jimmy was fighting it, his muscles clenched, determined not to soil himself in the professional environment. But John could see the struggle, and it excited him.
“Need to take a dump?” John asked in a playful tone, though he already knew the answer.
Jimmy’s face flushed with embarrassment. “It's that obvious?", he laughed, trying to hide his embarassment.
John smirked inwardly and focused his attention again. With a mental push, he guided the diarrhea closer to Jimmy’s rectum. Jimmy gasped, his hand flying to his stomach as a sharp cramp hit him.
“You sure you’re okay?” John asked, feigning concern.
Jimmy shook his head this time, the pain becoming unbearable. “I think I should go to the bathroom,” he admitted, pushing his chair back.
John’s eyes glinted with mischief as he “looked” inside Jimmy again. With a mental command, he made the diarrhea hard and compact, turning it into a solid, constipation-like mass. Jimmy stopped mid-movement, his face contorting in confusion and sudden pain.
John raised an eyebrow. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, just… a weird cramp,”
The strange pain in his ass was persistent, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. He excused himself, heading to the bathroom. He stayed there for an unusually long time, but when he returned, he didn’t look much better.
In fact, he seemed both in pain and deeply confused, shifting in his seat as if trying to find a comfortable position.
John watched with interest, then “looked” inside Jimmy once more. The hard, compacted poop was right at the entrance to his rectum, but it was stuck. John helped him: he pushed it out. Just a little bit. Just enough to touch the underwear, but not enough to break out the solid log. It created a painful bulge that Jimmy could feel but couldn’t explain.
Jimmy got up with a pained grunt, reaching for his own butt before remembering John was watching. He quickly dropped his hand and rushed back to the bathroom without a word.
John waited patiently until Jimmy was back, then “looked” inside him again. The poop was still there, barely moved, lodged firmly in his asshole. Jimmy returned to his desk, picking his things up this time.
"What's going on, man?"
"I'm sick. I'm leaving."
“What? Look, man, we need to finish this,” John said, his voice taking on a dominant tone. “The project is due in a few hours.”
“I know, but I’m feeling REALLY sick,” Jimmy protested, his hand unconsciously rubbing his stomach.
"I don’t believe you. You’re just trying to get out of here early. Besides, I have the exit key, remember?”
Jimmy’s eyes widened in realization. “Come on, John, I’m serious. I need to go home.”
“Nope,” John said firmly. “You’re staying right here until this project is done."
Jimmy looked at him in disbelief, but sat down again. He tries working, but the hard shit rubbing against his cheeks was too uncomfortable. His asshole stinged, being forced open for the dry, dark mass for much longer then ideal. He got up a last time, deciding to go to the bathroom, only to see John coming back from it.
He had a bad feeling about this.
"I locked the bathroom", John said, unable to hide his sadistic smile. Jimmy's eyes widened.
"What the fuck? Why would you do that!?"
"Because you keep going to the bathroom to kill time and not work!"
"No way! I'm sick, I told you! What If I need to use it!?"
"Just poop your pants. Then I'll believe you."
Jimmy knew Joh was just making fun of him, and only said that because he didn't think it was serious. But he could swear, by the way he said it, that he actually meant it.
Jimmy sat down a last time. It was actually pretty hard to stay at the chair... And John's words repeated in his head.
Maybe pooping his pants wouldn't be so bad, if it meant no more pain, and finally going home. No one would know but John. He wasn't a gossip man, so it would probably be okay.
Jimmy unbucled his belt to feel more comfortable, and raised his ass, resting his elbow against the desk. It felt surreal. But he started pushing really hard, feeling the stuck poop come out in snail-pace, rubbing against his rectum walls and skin on the way out. He grunted as he put all his strength on that task. What he didn't expect - although it was obvious, if he thought about it - was to lose control of his bladder as he did that.
John decided it was a good time to intervene. He was rock hard in his pants, but he adjusted his cock so it wouldn't be so obvious, and got up, pretending to be disgusted.
"Jimmy? You're pissing yourself!?"
"N-no-" Jimmy tried to lie, but there was a torrent of pale-yelled liquid soaking his pants and dripping loudly at the floor. He got up, but immediately regretted it, as he was reminded he was still in the process of shitting his pants. He could feel part of the large turd slide back into his bowerls, as his asshole contracted, intimidated; but it also broke the log that was already on its way out modway, and it feel against his underwear, creating a visible bulge in his asshole. He moaned.
“Hmm,” John said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? Just to get out of here early.”
“What? No!” Jimmy protested. “It just happened!”
John shook his head. “I don’t believe you. But I’ll tell you what" Jimmy walked closed to his shaky, beautiful corworker. "I’ll let you go home... as long as you push another one into your boxers right here, right now, while I watch.”
"W..what?" Jimmy couldn't believe what he was wearing. "W..why...?"
"So I can believe you."
Jimmy hesitated. It made no sense, but he was too desperate to question it. He pushed down with his ass until he felt another one forming in his rectum. He grunted and strained, and with a soft plop, another turd dropped into his boxers, much softer this time. He could feel it smashing in between his cheeks, making a warm, gooey mass against his skin. It didn't feel real and he wanted to cry - but, curiously, his cock was starting to get hard...
“Good boy,” John said again, handing him the office key. “Now you can go home.”
Jimmy headed for the door in a awkward run, but John called to him:
"But if you don't go... I can fix your constipation.”
Jimmy stopped in place, confused,, wary but curious.
“What... what do you mean?”
"You're in pain, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
"Then come here. Take off your pants and put your hands at the desk. I have a homemade medicine that'll do wonders."
Jimmy knew he should leave. He knew he shouldn't believe this weird, suspicious guy.
But he wanted to know more.
Jimmy walked back to his desk like a scolded dog walks to his owner. He unzipped his pants and lowered it. Then he did the same sith his boxers, slowly, revealing his creamy ass, barely stained on the outside but full of creamy shit by the asshole.
"Lean over the desk."
Jimnny obeyed.
"Close your eyes."
Jimmy obeyed.
"Pull your ass open."
Jimmy.. hesitated. And then obeyed, revealing his pink ring, hurt and sensitive, almost invisible under the smelly substance that came out from his bowerl.
John opened his pants, revealing his hard cock. “I’m going to give you a little something to help you go.”
Before Jimmy could react, John’s cock pressed against Jimmy’s hole, and with a firm push, he entered him, stretching him wide.
“Oh god,” Jimmy moaned, the pain and pleasure mixing together.
John started fucking him, his cock sliding in and out of Jimmy’s tight hole. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered. “You like it when I fuck your constipated ass.”
Jimmy didn’t answer, lost in the sensation. John reached around and grabbed Jimmy’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He was pleasantly surprised to find it was already hard. Jimmy’s body tensed, and with a loud groan, he came, his cum spilling onto the desk.
But John wasn’t finished.
Jimmy felt something liquid and warm filling his ass, and with it, a sudden urge to go. He tried to pull away, but John held him firm.
"W-what's this...?"
“Piss.", Johnny replied, relief in his face, as he relieved himself inside his coworker's virgen fuckhole. Jimmy gasped, holding harder at the desk, feeling himself get fuller and the mass inside his body gain new consistency, his stomach rumbling, as confused with the actions as his brain was.
“Good boy,” John said, and smiled as he felt Jimmy's cock react to the nickname. “Now push that big, soft turd right out onto my dick.”
Jimmy tried, his muscles straining, but nothing happened. John grabbed his hips and started fucking him again, his cock sliding in and out of Jimmy’s piss-filled ass.
“Come on, Jimmy,” John grunted. “Push that big, soft turd right out onto my dick.”
With a final, desperate push, Jimmy felt the turd slide out of his ass and onto John’s cock. John groaned in pleasure, his cock coated in shit as he continued to fuck Jimmy.
Jimmy felt another wave of humiliation and pleasure as he pissed himself again, wetting the tip of John's fingers that massaged his cock's head, sensitive and overstimulafed. His body was shaking. He was a mess, a complete and utter mess, and he loved every second of it.
John came with a loud groan, his cum mixing with the shit and piss in Jimmy’s ass. He pulled out, and Jimmy collapsed onto the desk, out of it and completely spent.
John cleaned up the office, deleting the security footage and wiping down the desk. He helped Jimmy to his feet, who was still in a daze, and walked him to his car.
“Don’t worry about it, man,” John said, patting him on the back. “We all have our little secrets.”
The next day, Jimmy wasn’t sure if it had all been a dream or if it had really happened. John acted normal, as if nothing had changed. But every time they talked, Jimmy couldn’t help but remember that night, the humiliation, the pleasure, the way John had made him feel. And he couldn’t help but feel a little aroused every time he thought about it.