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(warning: (Y/N) has a period in this !)
It was a Monday morning, and you were on your way to probably the most important meeting of your life. You had to attend a meeting about toilet paper. It might not seem super important, but you were the CEO of a toilet paper company. The meeting was with Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson.
The meeting was specifically about making a “The Rock Face Toilet Paper”. Although it might sound funny, you had a feeling that this meeting would go well and that this product will sell like bread. But, of course, your shark week had to land on the date of the meeting. Specifically, the second day would land. You were aware that the second day is usually the bloodiest, but you found out way too soon to cancel and reschedule. So, after changing your (period/product or p/p) you walked swiftly to the board room.
As you walked in you saw the sample product on display. You took a moment to acknowledge that this might truly happen. The public might actually have Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson TOILET PAPER. This thought seemed truly amazing.
You took a seat at the end of the long, lengthy table. This action emphasized to everyone there of your importance and ranking in business. Once the man whose face would be going to the average man’s toilet paper entered the room, you swiftly stood up and gave “The Rock” a simple handshake.
Once everyone was seated you started the conference. About halfway through, you could feel the blood start to ovulate onto your (p/p). You were in the middle of your speech and knew it wouldn’t end soon so you started to get nervous. And trust me, people around you could notice the sweat starting to pool at your brow. Once you had finished your speech, you had decided that you had a few minutes before the crimson liquid would start seeping through the soft material that is your pants.
So, you started the “Questions and Answers” part of the meeting, hoping that it would pass quickly so you could change your (p/p). However, like always, luck wasn’t on your side. After about twenty minutes of answering the questions, you could start to feel a period poop getting ready to release.
You were trying your best to hurry and answer the questions so you could release the flood gates and then change your (p/p). Your assistant, Raphael started to notice your deep uncomfort and asked if you were okay. You, trying to save face, said that you were fine.
You could feel the blood soak into your new pants. The period poop seemed to grow in size each second, leaving you in more and more pain each second. It was like your guts were being rearranged, and not in a good way. You could feel your temperature rise from concentration. You desperately wanted this meeting to end soon. You knew you couldn’t hold this monster boiling inside you much longer. It was going to come out, whether you were ready for it or not.
Like an angel from heaven, Raphael told you that the meeting was over. You weren’t sure if your chair had been stained from the blood that definitely soaked through, so you decided to wait it out, much to your dismay.
By the time everyone had left the room, it was like there was a bubble in your intestines. If you stood up and walked, it would pop. You knew that ‘bubble’ was the only thing stopping you from shitting yourself at work.
You decided that there was toilet paper right next to you, so the repercussions of your actions couldn’t be that bad. Using your chair’s wheels to move around, you brought a trash can near the sample toilet paper. Slowly, you slid off your pants and underwear. Once you did this, you carefully hovered over the trash can, after making sure there was a trash bag inside of it. Once you allowed yourself to start, it was like you couldn’t stop. It felt like pure bliss. Is this heaven? With each inch of crap that exited your body, a moan left your lips.
Eventually, the adrenaline of relief had left your body, seeming to leave with the shit. As you wiped, reality sunk in. What if someone sees you? You chose to ignore these thoughts as you tried to hurry and finish… whatever you would call this.
After you had finished your business, you tied the bag up. You planned on pretending you were taking out the trash. As you started to walk out, you noticed a specific person standing in the doorway. Soon you realized who had witnessed this weak side of you.
It was no other than your assistant Raphael. Once you had approached him with the bag of shit, he said, “Oh hello Boss! I-I’ll take this for you!”