Grace stood in front of her closet, scanning through her options for the day. Although she had little time to get ready, her mind was preoccupied with a different sort of urgency. The pressure in her bowels was building, and she could feel the telltale signs of a substantial load waiting to be released. It had been nearly ten days since she had last messed herself in the privacy of her apartment, and if she didn’t have to work today, she knew what her plan would have been.

But reality soon set in. Grace knew she couldn’t indulge in her desires just yet. She had a job to do, and being late was not an option. With a sigh, she reluctantly chose a loose-fitting blouse and a pair of comfortable slacks from her closet. As she got dressed, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. The anticipation of the pleasure to come was almost unbearable, but she knew she had to wait.

In the privacy of her bedroom, Grace faced the mirror as she opened her panty drawer. Her fingers traced the array of delicate fabrics, once a collection that catered to a different version of herself. She had come a long way from the days of skimpy thongs and lacy lingerie. Her body’s transformation had rendered those choices obsolete, her once-slender figure having evolved into one that was voluptuous and curvaceous.

With a mixture of nostalgia and acceptance, Grace bypassed the thongs that were buried beneath silkier options. Thongs had become a distant memory, their appeal overshadowed by the practicality of fuller coverage. Her new physique demanded comfort and support, and she had learned that her old favorites wouldn’t stand up to the demands of her changing body. Plus, she couldn’t help but acknowledge the undeniable truth that thongs, delicate as they were, wouldn’t offer much in the way of containing her poop.

As her fingers grazed over her selection, she settled on a pair of gray satin briefs. With a determined exhale, Grace slipped them on, feeling the smooth fabric settle against her skin.

Desperation gnawed at her as she finished dressing, the sensation of her full bowels becoming more pronounced. She briefly considered relieving herself before leaving her apartment, but the thrill of holding it in, letting the pressure create, sent an electric shiver down her spine. Her fun would have to wait for after work, she wondered. Ignoring her body’s plea for relief, she grabbed her purse and rushed out the door.

The drive to the office was a delicate balancing act, the discomfort in her abdomen contrasting with the excitement bubbling within her. Each bump in the road intensified the pressure, her heart racing as she imagined what would come later. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel, as she made her way to her office.

Arriving at the office building, Grace parked her car and took a deep breath. She glanced at herself in the rearview mirror, her green eyes locking onto her reflection. She was determined to go about her day as if everything was ordinary.

The elevator ride to her floor felt like an eternity, the pressure in her belly growing more insistent. Stepping out onto the office floor, she greeted her co-workers with a smile. She settled into her desk, her computer screen lighting up as she prepared to immerse herself in the mundane tasks of the day. Sitting in her office chair, thankfully, brought some much needed relief.

As the hours ticked by, Grace found it increasingly difficult to focus on her work. Her mind kept drifting to the sensation in her lower abdomen, and the growing urgency. She shifted in her chair, the friction between her panties and her now-sweating skin igniting a delicious tingle. Her co-workers chatted around her, oblivious to the secret she harbored.

A tingling mixture of excitement and anxiety consumed her as the day wore on. With each passing moment, Grace’s resolve wavered. The wondered of surrendering to her desires at work, of feeling herself let go and succumbing to the pleasure, tantalized her. Yet, she fought against the impulse, determined to wait until the workday was done.

As the clock inched towards lunchtime, Grace’s desperation intensified like a storm gathering momentum. Her abdomen churned with an insistent ache, the pressure becoming almost unbearable. The rhythmic ticking of the clock seemed to synchronize with the thudding of her heart, both counting down to the moment she had been eagerly awaiting.

When the clock finally struck noon, Grace’s heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She pushed her chair back, her movements slightly unsteady as she rose from her desk. Every step she took sent a pulsing reminder of her fullness, a reminder of what she was purposefully denying herself.

As she walked through the office towards the exit, she found herself in a sea of familiar faces — colleagues who had become a regular part of her routine. Their cheerful smiles and friendly greetings created a stark contrast to the turmoil within her. Grace forced herself to engage in small talk, her responses punctuated by moments of distracted hesitation. Her mind raced, her body screamed for relief, yet she maintained an outward facade of composure.

“Hey, Grace! How’s your day going so far?” It was Emma from the adjacent cubicle, her warm smile genuine as she asked the question.

Emma was a young, friendly woman with whom Grace had developed a friendship. Her work attire usually consisted of tailored pencil skirts that highlight her slender figure, paired with soft-colored blouses that conceal her shapely breasts. She completed her look with delicate jewelry and sleek, pointed-toe pumps, showcasing her attention to detail and sense of style.

Grace smiled back, a hint of strain underlying her expression. “Oh, you know, the usual. Just trying to stay on top of things.”

Emma’s gaze flickered briefly, as if she sensed something beneath the surface. “I get that. Well, hang in there, the weekend’s almost here.”

Grace nodded, her voice tinged with gratitude. “Thanks, Emma. You too.”

As Grace continued her journey towards the exit, more colleagues crossed her path, each exchange a testament to her ability to mask her internal struggle. The hallway seemed longer than usual, the distance between her and the restroom an agonizing stretch.

“Hey, Grace! Did you catch that new show everyone’s talking about?” It was Alex, her co-worker from the break room, his easygoing demeanor contrasting with the turmoil that was threatening to consume her.

Alex was a handsome, well put together young man that was easily ten years younger than Grace. He frequently found excuses to strike up conversation with her, and make mundane small talk. He frequently oggled her assets, and frequently broke eye contact to steal a glance at her body here and there.

Grace stopped, her face breaking into a forced smile as she chatted with him about the latest binge-worthy Netflix series. Her responses were measured, her voice betraying nothing of the turmoil within. Every moment spent in conversation added another layer to the anticipation that had been building throughout the day.

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she listened to Mike. She knew she had to get away, but politeness demanded she stay and engage in the conversation.

“Thanks, Mike,” she replied, trying to keep her composure. “I’ll definitely check it out. It sounds interesting. And you know I love my thrillers.”

Mike smiled, seemingly oblivious to Grace’s discomfort. “No problem, Grace. Let me know what you think when you watch it.”

Grace nodded, her discomfort growing. “I will, for sure.”

Just as she was about to make her escape, a sudden movement within her sent a shiver down her spine. She clenched her fists, her face contorting as she tried to keep her composure.

Mike noticed her discomfort and raised an eyebrow. “Hey, Grace, are you okay?”

Grace swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she forced a smile.

“Yeah, I… I think I’m coming down with something, Mike.”

Mike looked concerned. “Yeah, Grace, you don’t look so good. Maybe you should go home and take care of yourself.”

Grace nodded, her voice strained. “Thanks, Mike. I appreciate it.”

With that, she turned and hurried away, leaving Mike behind. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of arousal mixed with relief as she successfully escaped the potential scrutiny of her co-worker.

The moment she was free of his presence, her pace quickened, her strides purposeful as she made her way towards the restroom, her heart racing with the certainty of what she was about to do.

The sensation of her swollen belly pressed against the waistband of her panties and pants sent shivers down her spine. As Grace’s fingers grazed the door handle of the office door, a voice cut through the air like a jolt of electricity. “Grace, wait a moment.” Her boss’s tone was firm yet courteous, and she turned to discover him standing there, an expectant look in his eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat as a mixture of frustration and desperation welled up within her. She was on the brink of surrendering to her desires, on the cusp of embracing the pleasure she had been denying herself for days. And yet, duty called, and she forced a smile onto her lips as she turned towards her boss.

“Of course, Mr. Anderson,” she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil that churned beneath her surface. She fought to maintain her composure, to keep her focus on the conversation that was about to unfold.

He gestured towards his office, and Grace followed him inside, the door closing behind her with a soft click. The space was familiar — a blend of professional decor and a view of the bustling city beyond. As Mr. Anderson began to speak about work-related matters, Grace found herself struggling to concentrate.

Grace nodded along, her gaze fixed on her boss’s face, her every instinct urging her to wrap up the conversation as quickly as feasible. The pressure within her had reached a peak, a relentless reminder of the need that demanded her attention. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, her body’s longing growing more insistent with each passing heartbeat.

As Mr. Anderson continued to talk, Grace’s thoughts drifted to releasing the monster poop that was lurking in her bowels. Her mind conjured alluring images of the release as it piled up within her panties, finally surrendering to the sensations that had been building within her for days.

“I appreciate your insights on the project, Grace,” Mr. Anderson said, adjusting his glasses as he leaned back in his chair. “It’s good to have someone with your attention to detail on the team.”

Grace nodded, her smile genuine despite the urgency that gnawed at her. “Thank you, Mr. Anderson. I’m glad I could contribute.”

He leaned forward, his expression becoming more serious. “I’ve been thinking about some new potential clients for us. It’s a crucial opportunity for us, and I believe your input could be pivotal in helping us get them on board.”

Grace’s heart raced, a mixture of anxiety and eagerness coursing through her veins. She knew that her boss’s expectations were high, and the wondered of making a meaningful contribution was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

“I’m honored that you have such faith in my abilities, sir.” she replied, her voice steady as she met his gaze. “I’ll do my best to ensure that we highlight what makes us better than our competitors.”

Mr. Anderson’s gaze held hers for a moment before he nodded. “I have confidence in your abilities, Grace. Please set up a meeting with Mike, Emma, and James for early next week to discuss it further.”

Grace’s fingers tapped against her thigh, her body’s discomfort and longing becoming more pronounced as the conversation continued. “I will, Mr. Anderson.”

He smiled, satisfaction evident in his expression. “That’s what I like to hear. Keep up the good work, Grace.”

The sound of her boss’s voice became a distant murmur, the urgency of her body’s demands drowning out all other concerns. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her attention drifting from the conversation as she fought to maintain her composure.

Mr. Anderson noticed her discomfort and furrowed his brow. “Grace, are you feeling alright? You seem a bit… off today.”

Grace forced a tight-lipped smile, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m… I’m okay, Mr. Anderson. Just feeling a bit under the weather.”

But even as she spoke, she could feel the pressure building within her, a relentless urgency that demanded her attention. She clutched the armrests of her chair, her knuckles turning white as she tried to hold on. She wondered she might start shitting right then and there.

Mr. Anderson’s concern deepened. “Grace, come to think of it, you don’t look well at all. I think it would be best if you went home and got some rest. We can manage here without you for the rest of the day.”

Relief washed over Grace as she heard his words. She nodded, her voice strained. “Thank you, Mr. Anderson. I really appreciate your understanding.”

With a final nod and a thank you, she excused herself. She stepped out of his office, her pace quickening as she headed towards the sanctuary that would finally grant her the release she craved. Her desperation had reached a tipping point. Every fiber of her being screamed for release, and she knew that the time had come to heed that call.

The moment Grace stepped out of her boss’s office, a surge of urgency washed over her. Her steps quickened, each one sending a jolt of sensation through her. But just as the door closed behind her, a powerful wave of pressure hit her with unexpected force. Her eyes widened as she froze, her heart pounding in her chest.

A low moan escaped her lips as she clenched her fists, her body convulsing with the struggle to keep her release at bay. But as the urgency grew, her resistance began to waver. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the intoxicating mix of sensations that surged within her.

And then it happened–a soft gasp left her lips as her body betrayed her resolve. The first wave of her gigantic poop pushed against her clenched anus, escaping in her panties despite her trying to withstand.

Slowly, her panties stretched to accommodate the sheer size of her deposit. The warm, soft mound of feces pressed against the fabric, molding itself to the contours of her bottom. She could feel the weight settle, her panties sagging as they struggled to contain the sheer mass of her accident.

Grace’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she devoured the moment. The relief mingled with a surge of arousal, her desire intensifying as she soaked in the delicious naughtiness of pooping herself right outside her boss’ office. She reveled in the warmth, the texture, and the unmistakable scent that enveloped her senses, heightening her pleasure with every passing second.

Her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure as the intimate act continued, her panties slowly giving way to the growing mass that was being expelled. The fabric of her pants strained under the pressure, a visible testament to the release she had been craving for days. Grace’s eyes clenched shut as she experienced the sensations that washed over her — the warmth, the relief, the heady rush of excitement.

Grace knew she was far from done, and with the odor starting to permeate the air, needed to get as far away from her boss’s office as feasible. She spotted a stairwell door nearby that led down to the lobby. Without wasting any time, she headed straight for it. The door opened easily, and she stepped into the stairwell. It was cooler in there, a relief from the heat she was radiating. She began descending the stairs, each step taking her further away from the situation she had just been in. The sound of her own footsteps echoed in the stairwell, providing a simple rhythm that helped her focus.

While she was halfway down the stairwell, Grace felt another surge of need. She knew she couldn’t hold back any longer, and in a moment of decision, she allowed herself to relax again. As she continued down the stairs, she let herself go, feeling the relief wash over her.

Leaning against a railing and burying her head in her arm, Grace continued pooping. Her heart raced with a mix of sensations — the relief of letting go and the arousal that came with it.

The sound of her quiet moans echoed throughout the cavernous space, a testament to the unfettered pleasure she experienced in this scandalous act. A crackling sound was audible as the weight in her panties grew with every passing moment, the mess spreading and seeping into the delicate fabric. Her full-cut panties clung tightly to her bottom, the warm poop piling up against her skin as she squirmed in delight. Her hands trembled as she adjusted the seat of her pants, in a vain attempt to hide the evidence of her mischievous adventure from anyone who might catch her in the act.

A surge of pleasure washed over her. Inch by inch, her fecal masterpiece pushed its way out. Her eyes closed in blissful surrender as she relished the sensation of her creamy mess sliding against her skin. The scent of her forbidden desire filled the air.

Her panties strained under the weight of her monumental deposit, stretching and sagging with the immense load. The weight and heft of her magnificent deposit pulled the seat of her pants taut. There was no mistaking what was in there as Grace’s breaths came in ragged gasps, letting herself indulge in the moment.

With some momentary relief, Grace knew the stairwell wasn’t a safe place to continue, the risk of being discovered was too high. So she continued walking down the stairs, making her way down to the lobby. With each step, the mess in her panties squished and oozed, sending shivers of delight down her spine. The warmth and heaviness of her load enhanced her every step, as her arousal built more and more.

Once she reached the bottom, she pushed open the door to the lobby. As Grace stepped into the lobby, a rush of relief and nervous anticipation swept over her. The soft lighting cast a warm glow over the area, and the reception desk stood against one wall, unattended at the moment. A scattering of comfortable chairs and a coffee table were arranged nearby, providing a cozy waiting area.

To her left, the entrance doors beckoned, revealing the parking lot beyond. The last of a small crowd of people moved out, each wrapped up in their own world as they went on their lunch break. To her right, Grace’s gaze fell upon a bathroom with a locking door. It was a small yet promising oasis of privacy, a place where she could finally tend to her needs away from any prying eyes. Her heart raced with anticipation and relief as she seized the opportunity.

With determined steps, Grace made her way to the bathroom door. She reached out and turned the handle, feeling a sense of relief as it was unoccupied. She stepped inside and locked the door behind her. The soft lighting and muted colors created an atmosphere of calm, and the mirror above the sink reflected the image of a woman who was ready to embrace her desires.

Her cheeks flush with arousal, Grace’s heart pounded with anticipation. With trembling hands, Grace unbuttoned her pants and slowly slid them down her curvaceous hips, revealing the lacy fabric of her panties. They were already damp with anticipation, the crotch stained with a small patch from the excitement that had been building up within her.

As she surveyed her behind in the mirror, Grace was met with a sight that both excited and intimidated her. A colossal load of poop awaited her, a testament to the ten days of anticipation and build-up. A flush of heat rushed to her cheeks as she realized just how desperate she had allowed herself to become. It was larger than anything she had ever produced at once, a thick, coiled mound that pushed the confines of her panties in all directions. She couldn’t withstand the urge to touch herself, while feeling the warmth of her own waste between her thighs. Her breath hitched as her fingers grazed her clit over her panties, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.