As the man walks around the room, Laura feels pressure growing in her stomach. She has to poop. Desperately, she clenches her muscles. Not only does she want to avoid messing herself, but she also knows that she won’t be able to poop quietly enough not to be hear.
The pressure builds and builds. Laura’s no longer concerned that she won’t make it to the toilet. She’s concerned that she won’t be able to hold it until the man leaves. Finally, the man’s footsteps fade. Before Laura can move an inch, her bowels let loose. She sniffs quietly as she fills her soaked diaper. She didn’t even have a chance to try to go to the bathroom before she lost control.
Laura finishes with one last grunt and push. She then waits for a few moments to make sure the man has left. She intends on waiting for a long time, but the smell of her poopy diaper begins to overwhelm her, and she can’t stay in the enclosed closet any longer.
Laura pushes open the closet doors and gets out, only to discover…