The Ghostbusters had just got done with a bust upstate and now they are driving back to the city. In the Ecto, Peter is driving and Egon is up front with him. Winston and Ray are in the backseat. Peter notices a traffic jam on the interstate and stops in frustration.
Peter: Damn, this traffic.
Winston: What's the goddamn hold-up?"
Ray: Probably an accident.
Speaking of an accident, Egon is feeling the urge for a bathroom.
Egon: Peter, can we pull off at the next exit and find a restroom somewhere?
Peter: Why?
Egon: I really need to go.
Winston: You're kidding, right?
Peter: The chances of us reaching an exit in the next hour are slim to none, I would say.
Egon sighed and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was really getting quite desperate and was not sure he could hold out for an hour.
Ray: Perhaps the radio will have some traffic news?
Peter: Good idea.
Peter tuned the radio in to the traffic report. Upon learning of a pile-up four miles ahead, he cursed in disgust.
Peter: Looks like we'll be stuck here a while.
Egon squirmed.
Egon: I really need to go!
Peter makes a suggestion.
Winston: You want to go out and piss by the side of the road?
Egon: Are you kidding? I certainly wouldn't piss in view of all these cars. And besides. I don't have to pee.
Peter: If it's a number two, I'm sure you can hold out until we get to the firehouse.
Egon: That could be hours! I don't think I can!
A half hour goes by and Egon's desperation increased until he was clutching at his abdomen in pain.
Egon: Peter, I really have to go.
Peter: There's nothing I can do about our situation. You'll just have to wait unless you want to go out and take a dump on the shoulder.
Ray: Why so desperate, anyway, Egon? When was the last time you took a crap?
Egon bit his lip, as he writhed in his seat, clenching his anus tightly shut against the enormous pressure threatening to force it open from within.
Egon: A week.
Winston: A week? Are you serious?
Egon: Peter, I can't hold it!
Egon exclaimed. It hurt too much to keep clenching, so he eased off a bit, and straight away the rounded tip of a thick, hard poo began to poke its way out of his anus.
Peter: Well, try!
Winston: Egon, if you have an accident, we wouldn't hold it against you.
Ray: I support you.
Peter: (outraged) Are you crazy? Egon will stink up the car.
Egon moaned as his anus slowly dilated around the emerging turd. Peter looks at Egon, who was disturbed by the moaning.
Peter: Are you having an accident?
Egon covers his face, mortified.
Egon: I'm sorry, I can't keep it in.
Egon began to cry as his poo met the resistance of the seat. Immediately the pressure began to build again, and Egon realized he would have to let some more out, or the pain would continue to grow. He raised herself up off the seat a couple of inches, and his poo start moving again, creeping out of his rectum, and slowly pushing out the fabric of his boxer briefs and uniform. Ray and Winston watch in amazement.
Egon sat down, or at least tried to. But six or seven inches of his poo was now tenting his briefs and uniform away from his buttocks. He planted his hands either side of his bottom and held himself a few inches above the seat.
Peter: (angry) I can't believe you're shitting yourself.
Egon cried, feeling humiliated.
Egon: I'm sorry, Peter.
Ray and Winston defend Egon.
Winston: Don't listen to him, Egon. Accidents happen.
Ray: Yeah, so lighten up, Peter.
Peter sighed in exasperation. Then he looked over at Egon, feeling bad for yelling at him.
Peter: Don't cry, Egon. I'm sorry I yelled.
Egon says nothing, as his poo was now bending in the middle, arching backwards while it continued to emerge at a slow but steady rate. A firm, lumpy bulge that slowly stretched his briefs and uniform further and further down towards the seat. Peter reached out and patted his shoulder.
Peter: Don't worry about the accident. Just let it all out.
Egon, still feeling considerable pain in his bowels, held his breath and gently pushed, speeding the expulsion of his poo. His arms were tired, though, and he was reluctantly coming to the conclusion that he would have to squish the poo in order to make a little room in his briefs. He gingerly settled himself down, and grimaced as he felt the hot stickiness of his poo ooze up his butt crack and forwards along his balls. Egon moans.
Winston: Are you done?
Egon: I don't think so.
Egon, still feeling very full, raised himself up and drew his legs up on to the seat, settling into a kneeling position. He resumed pushing, and his anus opened once again to allow the compacted turd to slide out into his briefs. From Ray and Winston's point of view, they could see the huge bulge in the back of Egon's uniform.
Peter: You better put your seatbelt back on, Egon. Traffic is starting to move again.
Egon pulled his seatbelt around in front of him and clicked it into place, while still kneeling on the seat. He started pushing again. Several inches of smooth, semi-soft poo was now sliding easily out of Egon's anus, to his relief.
Peter: Please tell me that you're done.
Egon: I think so.
Egon waited a few second before sitting down normally in his seat. He could feel poo oozing all the way up to his waistband, not to mention spread further up his crotch until his entire ball sack was cradled in the warm mess. A moan escapes from Egon's lips. His cheeks flushed red as he felt himself quickly reaching an orgasm. He's not paying attention to the other Ghostbusters that are watching him.
Ray whispers to Winston.
Ray: Is it me or is Egon getting off on this?
Winston: The man definitely has a poop fetish.
Peter gives Egon this weird look.
Peter: Are you actually enjoying yourself, Egon?
Then Peter looks down and notices Egon stroking the large bulge in front of his pants. Egon is actually on the brink of sexual ecstasy. The traffic was beginning to move a little more steadily now. Peter opens a window to let the smell out.
Egon was desperate to climax. Instead, he let his anus open up again, lifted his bottom off the seat, and pushed hard, so that a long, smooth sausage of poo quickly extruded from his rectum and curled up against his buttocks. This was followed by a rush of semi-soft poo which billowed out from his anus and filled every available space in his boxer briefs. Peter looks over, amazed.
Peter: I never seen someone shit so much, Egon.
Winston: I bet your uniform gonna be a mess, Egon.
Ray: I guess that's what happens when you don't shit for a week.
The traffic picks up and the Ghostbusters were able to make it back to the firehouse. Inside the firehouse, Egon is worried about Janine seeing him like this, but gets out of the car anyways. But Janine does notice the massive bulge from his backside and approaches him anyways.
Janine: Egon, what happened? Are you okay?
Egon: I had an accident, Janine. A very big one while being stuck in traffic.
To Egon's surprise, Janine reaches for his backside and caresses the enormous bulge.
Janine: I can help you with cleaning up.
Egon: Are you sure?
Janine: It's no problem with me. I like seeing you vulnerable.
Egon: (sighs) Okay, fine. You can help me clean up.
Janine follows Egon up to the bathroom and over by the shower. Janine watched as Egon stripped off everything but his briefs. Egon turned on the shower and climbed right in when the water was warm enough.
Egon: Are you coming in?
Janine: Yeah, sure.
Janine quickly gets naked and climbs in the shower with Egon. He looks at her seductively.
Egon: I'm really dirty, Janine.
Janine: I can help with that.
Janine says, as she plunges both her hands into the front of his briefs to play with his cock, but not without getting her fingers sticky with poop. She got him off until his body shuddered in the most intense orgasm he had had for a long time.
Egon: Oh, Janine. I want to fuck you.
Still hard, Egon pushes her up against the wall and plunges his cock deep inside her pussy.
Janine: (moans) Oh, Egon. I waited a long time for this moment. Fuck me harder.
Egon picks up the pace with his thrusts.
Egon: I'm gonna get you pregnant, Janine.
Janine: (moans) That's okay. I want to have your children.
They eventually climax together and he pulls out of her. Drying off together, they end up snuggling together in his bed. This relationship was worth the wait.