You decided to make some more changes to the already slobbish businessmen, enjoying their farts and burps. You thought they might could use more than that though.
As they sit there, rubbing their bellies, getting fatter and gassier, a strange pressure begins to overtake the men, starting with John, and soon being felt by Tony and Mathew. The rubbing of their fat bellies gets faster, as does the groaning, and especially their gas. The men’s farts are getting louder, loinger, and smellier. After a particularly wet sounding fart, John moans, “Hey boys-URP-d’ya feel like you gotta pass-PFRRRT-somethin’ worse than gas?” Tony and Mathew nod in agreement, “Feels like I’m gonna-URRRRRRP-explode!” Mathew belches.
Their breathing and paces quickened as the massive pressure in their bowels built up and downwards. They were farting nonstop to try and relive the bloating. They were trying as hard as possible to contain themselves, and failing. John could feel it starting to come out. “Oh god.” He groaned, “Sorry boys, I-I just can’t hold it in anymore!” Tony nodded, “Me neither.” Mathew’s gut gurgled, “I-I need to POOP!!” He yelled.
Immediately, all three men sat up, and thick, massive mounds of shit exited their holes, filling the seats of their expensive, luxury-brand underwear. The looks on the men’s faces seemed almost orgasmic. Tony panted and moaned as he allieviated the pressure and filled his pants. Mathew’s tongue lolled about as farts and crap spilled out, expanding the seat of his pants, bursting the seat of his pants outwards and staining his lilac underwear a deep shade of brown. John was the shitting the most, as thick, fat turds ran down his legs, and stained his shoes and woolen socks.
“Goddamn” John panted and sweated, “I didn’t realize-PFRRRT-I had to go this bad.” Eventually their tanks finally emptied, accompanied by the mutual feeling of piss running down their fronts as they urinated. The big, smelly poopies they had made in their pants bulged outwards, and made the room smell positively disgusting. It was even worse than their gas. It just stunk, not that anyone present minded.
As they finished shitting themselves, the men, with only the slightest bit of discomfort, sat back down in their chairs, and into the big, stinky messes they had made. Tony giggled at the feeling, and shifted his fat butt around, enjoying each squish and blortch he felt from the warm pile of fudged in his impossibly strained pants. John merely lay back in his, and drummed his fingers on his fat gut, while Mathew bounced up and down happily, clearly enjoying the BLORTs and BLORTCHes beneath him, accompanied by quick, pungent farts with each bounce.
John sighed, “That was great, wasn’t it boys?” Mathew was drooling and giggling, “Yeah Dad, I love poopies!” Tony smiled, “And I love making big poopies in my undies.” John chuckled, “Might be a bit young for ‘undies’ though.” He motioned to Tony’s pants. The crotch began to thicken, which spread to the rest of his underwear, and started to crinkle with each movement, becoming a big, puffy, and heavily soiled diaper. Mathew’s pants completely disappeared, replaced by a big, pink diaper that he bounced happily in, and rubbed the pee-stained crotch with glee.
Tony and Mathew giggled at the development. “We love pooping our diapers Da-da!” Mathew exclaimed. “When can we wear big boy undies like you do?” Tony asked. “Well, boys, depends on if you want to start potty training or not.” Prompting quizzical looks from both. “What’s a ‘potty’?” Tony asked. John just shrugged, “Damn if I remember! It’s something adults use I think? Eh, but you boys don’t have to do it for a while-I never learned either.” He gave a hearty chuckle, as his own underwear became the biggest, poofiest, most heavily used blue diaper anyone had ever seen. Tony and Mathew burst out into giggles.
You enjoyed watching the new ‘family’ talk about their dirty diapers, instead of business and trade deals, and thought about what to do next.