Chapter 6: More Pants Pooping

The precinct bathroom was dimly lit, the fluorescent hum the only sound breaking the late-night silence as Jake locked the door behind him and Reyes. Jake's belly churned with the familiar buildup—days of holding back, his gut bloated and heavy from the laxatives he'd popped earlier. He could feel the pressure mounting, a hot coil ready to unleash, but this time, he wasn't alone. Reyes leaned against the sink, eyes dark with hunger, his uniform shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the gleam of sweat on his chest. "Go on, Jake," Reyes murmured, voice low and gravelly, "I wanna see you lose it right here. Fill those pants like the dirty pig you are."

Jake's cock twitched at the words, hardening against his thigh as he stepped into the largest stall, leaving the door cracked open. He didn't bother with the toilet; instead, he turned his back to Reyes, dropping into a low squat right there on the tile floor. His uniform pants stretched tight over his ass, the fabric whispering as he spread his legs wider for balance. The first cramp hit like a fist, twisting his insides, and he grunted, pushing down hard. "That's it, buddy," Reyes encouraged from the doorway, stepping closer, his breath quickening. "Push it out. I bet it's been brewing in you forever—just dump it right into your underwear, make 'em sag with your hot load."

Sweat beaded on Jake's forehead as he bore down, his sphincter clenching then yielding with a wet squelch. A thick spurt of mushy diarrhea erupted into his briefs, the warm sludge splattering against his hole and soaking the cotton instantly. It spread like molten paste, heavy and lumpy, pressing back against his cheeks with a squelch that echoed in the stall. Jake rocked his hips, thighs quivering from the squat, the sensation filthy and freeing all at once. "Fuck yes, look at that bulge forming," Reyes groaned, palming his own growing erection through his pants. "You're shitting yourself like a desperate slut--keep going, flood those pants with every nasty drop. I can smell it already, that ripe, stinking mess you deserve."

Another wave cramped through Jake's gut, forcing a deep "Hrrngh!" from his throat. He pushed harder, feeling the diarrhea gush out in forceful bursts--semi-liquid ropes that piled up in his underwear, the weight pulling at the waistband. Wet farts bubbled through the flow, pllfrrt-splat, sending flecks of soft waste smearing along his ass-crack and dripping towards his balls. The heat built, scalding his sensitive skin, but Reyes' voice spurred him on. "Damn, Jake, you're packing it in there good. Feel that shit hugging your ass? That's what you get for holding it—now unload the rest, make your pants overflow with your filthy diarrhea. I wanna hear it squish when you move."

Jake's hand trembled as he reached back, pressing against the growing mound in his pants, the mush yielding under his fingers with a sticky slurp. His cock throbbed painfully now, leaking pre-cum into his soaked briefs, the mix of waste and arousal making everything slick and obscene. He angled his squat deeper, boots scraping the floor, and bore down again--"Uuungh!"--releasing a torrent that ballooned the seat of his underwear. Chunks of undigested matter caught on his rim, stretching it wide before plopping into the mess in his underwear, the friction sending sparks up his spine. Reyes edged closer, eyes locked on the dark stain spreading down Jake's thighs. "Shit, that's beautiful," he rasped, unzipping his fly to stroke himself openly. "Keep shitting, you nasty fuck—fill 'em till they leak. Imagine walking out like this, your ass reeking of a fresh dump. You're my favorite toilet right now."

The cramps kept coming, relentless, each push met with Reyes' filthy praise. "Yeah, grunt for it--push out those lumpy bits, let 'em coat your hole. You're shitting so good, Jake, like you we're born for this. More, give me more of that sloppy mess." Jake's face flushed red, veins bulging as he strained, the diarrhea now a steady stream that soaked through the fabric, dark patches blooming on the cotton of his brown stained underwear. Gas popped wetly inside the confines of his bulging underwear, the smell thick and pungent, filling the air like a fog. His free hand fumbled with his zipper, pulling out his rigid cock to jerk it roughly, the taboo thrill pushing him closer to the brink.

Chapter 5: NSFW (18+)

Jake lingered in the squat for a moment longer, the heavy load in his pants a constant reminder of his deliberate indulgence, the fabric stretched taut over the bulging load. He straightened up slowly, thighs aching from the effort, and ran a hand over the distended rear of his uniform, pressing into the soft, yielding mass that squished under his touch. A low groan escaped him as his cock twitched again, still half-hard from the release, the mingled scents of cum and shit thick in the air. He debated zipping up and slipping out, carrying the secret weight through the station halls, but the stall door rattled suddenly—someone pushing against the locked latch.

"Thompson? You in there? Heard some... noises," came a familiar voice from outside, low and edged with curiosity. It was Officer Reyes, the night shift guy, broad-shouldered and usually all business, but there was a hitch in his tone that made Jake freeze. The door handle jiggled again, and Jake's heart pounded, the mess shifting with his sudden tension, a wet smear pressing against his skin.

Before he could respond, the lock clicked—Reyes must've had a master key—and the door swung open. Reyes stepped in, eyes widening at the sight: Jake standing there, pants sagging visibly at the back, the earthy reek hitting him full force. But instead of recoiling, Reyes' gaze dropped to the obvious bulge, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. A flush crept up his neck, and he licked his lips, stepping closer into the stall, blocking any easy escape.

"Holy shit," Reyes muttered, but his voice was husky, aroused, not repulsed. He reached out, bold as hell, and grabbed Jake's hip, pulling him around to get a better look at the seat of his pants. The fabric was darkened, stretched, with faint outlines of the coiled turds inside. Reyes' fingers traced the contour, squeezing gently, and Jake gasped at the pressure, feeling the poop mash and spread further. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? Filled your pants like a filthy little secret. Fuck, that's hot."

Jake's breath hitched, surprise mixing with the lingering thrill, his body responding despite himself—cock stirring back to life against the front of his briefs. Reyes pressed in, his own uniform tenting at the crotch, and leaned close, whispering hot against Jake's ear. "Does someone need their diaper changed?" The words dripped with lust, playful yet commanding, his hand sliding down to cup the full seat fully now, kneading the warm, squelching load like it was the most erotic thing he'd ever touched.

Reyes didn't wait for an answer. He spun Jake around, pushing him to lean against the stall wall, ass out, and dropped to his knees right there on the tile. With deliberate tugs, he unbuckled Jake's belt, easing the pants down just enough to expose the ruined underwear— the briefs bloated and brown-streaked, the thick remnants of the dump visible through the stretched cotton, some chunks clinging to the hairs around Jake's hole. A fresh dollop oozed out as the waistband cleared his cheeks, plopping wetly onto the fabric below.

Reyes groaned, burying his face close, inhaling the pungent aroma before his tongue darted out, lapping at the exposed skin, tasting the bitter residue smeared along Jake's crack. "So fucking messy," he growled, hands yanking the briefs down further, letting the bulk of the load spill partially into his waiting palms—soft, steaming piles that he smeared back against Jake's ass, fingers probing to spread it wider. Jake moaned, pushing back instinctively, the violation sending sparks through him as Reyes' mouth followed, sucking and licking at the soiled ring, cleaning with sloppy enthusiasm.

One hand freed Reyes' own erection, stroking it roughly as he worked, the sounds of slurps and squelches filling the stall. He pushed a finger into Jake's still-loose anus, stirring the remnants inside, coaxing out another reluctant push—a semi-solid rope that Reyes caught on his tongue, swallowing with a shudder. "Gonna clean you up proper," he promised, voice muffled, before standing and grinding his bare cock against the mess, sliding it through the filth to lube himself up.

He thrust forward, breaching Jake's hole in one slick motion, the poop acting as natural slickness, each pump mashing more of the load between them. Jake braced harder, grunting with the stretch, the dual sensations of fullness and degradation pushing him toward another edge. Reyes' pace quickened, hips slapping wetly, until he buried deep and unloaded, hot spurts mixing with the chaos inside. Pulling out, he smeared the combined fluids over Jake's cheeks, marking him thoroughly.