Double Trouble - Caught Shitting While On The Phone

Sunday mornings were always relaxing, especially for someone like Bob. He lived a busy life during the week, working hard to climb the corporate ladder. However, weekends were reserved for his true passion: shitting. He loves the feeling of warm liquid flooding his bowels, the soft yet satisfying sound of his feces as it slides down his intestines, and the rush of relief he feels once he's finally emptied his bowels. It was his favorite pastime, and he couldn't imagine a more indulgent way to spend his mornings.

So when the phone rang at six in the morning on a Sunday, Bob was decidedly annoyed. He groaned, rolled out of bed, and shuffled to the bathroom, still half asleep. His bladder was aching, and he knew he had to take care of that before he could even think about relieving his bowels. He thanked God for invention of the soundproof toilet, and started to pee.

He was just about to finish when he heard a familiar echo. It was the sound of someone else using the bathroom. His heart sank, and he knew immediately that he'd been busted. He'd been so focused on taking care of his own needs that he'd forgotten about his phone call. Now they knew he was in there, and worse yet, they knew why he was in there.

Bob let out a sigh, resigned to his fate. He knew that there was no turning back now. He had to shit, and there was nothing he could do about it. So he finished up, flushed the toilet, and walked back into his bedroom, picking up the phone as he did so. ""Hello?" he said, trying not to sound too breathless.

His friend laughed. "Is everything alright, Bob? You sound a bit out of breath."

Bob swallowed nervously. "Oh, uh, yeah, I'm fine," he said, sitting down heavily on the edge of his bed. "I was just, uh, you know, busy in the bathroom."

His friend laughed again. "Really? You sound like you were doing quite a bit more than just peeing. Was your food that bad last night?"

Bob felt his face flush. "No, I, uh, I was just... caught off guard, I guess." He paused, trying to think of something to say. ""So, what's up?" he said, changing the subject as quickly as possible.

His friend chuckled. "Nothing much, just wanted to catch up. How was your weekend?"

Bob gritted his teeth as he felt a sharp pain in his bowels. He knew he had to go, and he knew there was no turning back now. ""It was great, thanks. Listen, I've gotta go. I'll call you back later, okay?" He hung up the phone before his friend could reply, his mind already focused on the task at hand.

He made his way back to the bathroom, wondering what he was going to find when he got there. He knew he'd been holding it in for too long, and he was worried about what was going to happen. As he opened the door, the first thing he saw was the mess on the floor. His heart sank, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it now.

He let out a long, slow breath, trying to relax himself. He had to go, and there was no use fighting it. He undid his pants and tried to push, but nothing happened. He took a deep breath, and then pushed again, harder this time. He could feel his bowels straining against his will, and then finally, there was a pop, and he felt the warm liquid rush out of him.

It felt incredible, and for a moment, he forgot about the mess he was making. He let go, allowing the wave of pleasure to wash over him as he expelled everything he'd been holding onto for so long. He let out a moan, unable to contain the sheer ecstasy he was feeling.

When he was finally done, he sat down heavily on the toilet, his heart pounding and his breath coming in quick, short bursts. He looked down, and for the first time, he saw the true magnitude of the mess he'd made. The toilet was completely covered in shit, and there were flecks of it everywhere – on the walls, on the floor, even on the ceiling. He felt a mixture of horror and arousal, knowing that he was responsible for this mess.

He sighed, resigned to the fact that he was going to have to clean it up. He knew it was going to be a long, dirty job, but he also knew that there was no other way. Gingerly, he stood up and made his way back to his bedroom, grabbing a roll of toilet paper and a bottle of cleaner on the way. He was going to have to get creative if he wanted to get this mess under control.

As he started cleaning, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. Despite the hard work ahead of him, there was something thrilling about knowing that he'd just accomplished something so taboo. He chuckled to himself, imagining how his friend would react if he could see him now – covered in shit and enjoying every minute of it.

The cleaning process took hours, but eventually, the bathroom was once again pristine. Bob collapsed onto his bed, exhausted but satisfied. He'd survived his morning's adventure, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He knew that he'd never live this down, but he also knew that he'd never forget the rush he'd felt in that moment. And besides, he had a feeling that the mess he'd made had left quite an impression on his friend...