Cyrus Spengler had just asked Egon to come back to Ohio and run Spengler Labs. Cyrus has put together a seminar for lots of pharmaceutical companies. Cyrus has also made Egon of the speakers to give off a presentation for a new drug. Egon agreed to do it and worked overtime for results to present. By overtime, it means that Egon hasn't had a bowel movement in five days. Egon is in the lab and startled by a phone call.

Egon: Hello? Yes, Uncle Cyrus? It's Friday already? I've been trying to get this new drug ready. I apologize, but I lost track of time. I'll be there, don't worry. Bye.

Egon hangs up the phone and gets this uncomfortable feeling in his abdomen. Egon rubs his belly.

Egon: Not now.

After the pain subsides, he startled by his friends coming in through the lab doors.

Egon: What are you guys doing here?

Peter: We decided to drop by while in the neighborhood.

Egon: Cleveland is 1,500 miles from Manhattan. What are you guys doing here?

Winston: You got to come with us. We got this one last case that you have to solve with us.

Ray: Ghostbusting isn't really the same without you.

Egon: Guys, I'm flattered. But my uncle wants me to give a big pharmaceutical presentation at the Institute. That's in a couple of hours and I have to leave now.

Peter: Can we come along?

Egon: Sure, but it's a suit and tie event. Did you guys bring any suits to wear?

Winston: Yes, we left our suitcases at the hotel we checked into earlier.

Ray: We thought we would need a hotel, just in case it takes a lot of kissing your uncle's ass to get you to come back to New York with us.

Egon: Well, after the event.

For Egon's formal wear, he wears his black slacks, white dress shirt, red tie, and suspenders. Egon leaves with friends and get inside the rental car. On the way to take a pit stop at the hotel, Egon is in the backseat with Winston and feels a contraction hit and he clenched his buttocks together again. The pressure in his colon was worse than ever. Sweat broke out on his brow as he fought to stem the inexorable tide.

Winston: Are you alright?

Egon grimaced, but nodded. The pain subsides until they get to the hotel to change into formal clothes. Egon decides to wait patiently in the car. A moment later, a new contraction hit, and once again he clenched his anus against the pressure. Squirming in his seat, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he squeezed his buttocks tightly together. He exhaled sharply, out of breath, and panted hard for a few seconds while he fought to contain his monster poo. He could feel the tip of the behemoth start to push his anus open, despite all his intense efforts, and he forced himself to squeeze harder.

Egon: Not now.

The pain subsides when Winston, Ray, and Peter return to the car in their formal wear. Just as Peter starts the car and gets back on the road, Egon felt the pressure return. Egon kept his buttocks clenched and managed to hold it at bay for the time being.

Ray: Are you sure you're okay?

Egon: I'm fine, Ray. I just need to the bathroom.

Winston: You could have gone at the hotel.

Egon: I'm fine, Peter. I can wait until we get to the event.

Peter: But you look like you're about to shit your pants.

Egon: Shut up and drive, Peter.

Now just five minutes away from the Institute. Another contraction hit now, tears springing to his eyes, he battled hard against the titanic force threatening to punch through his tightly clenched buttocks, and somehow managed to overcome it. Egon was not sure how many more of these battles he could win.

Once arrived, Peter finds a parking spot and the Ghostbusters hurried towards the lecture theatre where the presentation was being held. Egon had not gone more than a few steps and started to feel a contraction. He leans on Ray.

Ray: Are you okay?

Egon: I'll be fine, Ray. Let's just get inside.

Now inside the building and near the entrance to the ballroom, Egon is spotted by his Uncle Cyrus.

Cyrus: So, you got the lab results.

Egon hands him a folder.

Cyrus: Oh good. As soon as this speaker is done, then you're up next.

Egon: You think I have time to go to the bathroom?

Cyrus: You'll be on at any minute. Can you hold it?

Egon: (sighs) I'll try.

Cyrus walks away and Egon looks at his friends.

Egon: Why don't you guys find a seat.

Winston: You're gonna be okay?

Egon: I'll be fine.

Peter, Winston, and Ray leave Egon to go find a seat. Egon felt pressure again and this time, the pressure intensified and he moaned in pain. Clutching his abdomen, he bent forward to rest his shoulder against the pillar. His tired, aching buttocks were no longer equal to the struggle, and in despair he felt his poo begin to slide inexorably out of his rectum and into his briefs. His pain was beginning to ease. It was at this moment that he decided to just let it all out.

The poop just kept coming out and the people standing behind him just watched as the bulge grew larger, and larger, causing Egon's pants to be pushed further and further away from his buttocks. As his sense of relief grew so intense as to be almost sexual, he uncrossed his legs and started to bear down, to push, to force the giant turd out of his rectum. The pleasure this brought was sensational, and he moaned softly. His pants, now grotesquely distended, and the crowd behind Egon were staring, speechless, fascinated and repulsed by the sight.

Egon started pushing again. The giant turd, still unbroken, continued to slide through his distended anus with a soft, wet, crackling sound. He parted his legs, arched his back slightly and pushed with all his might. The sensation was sheer bliss as the slick, firm log smoothly caressed the flesh of his anal sphincter on its way through to the outside world.

The crowd barely breathed. All were transfixed as the shape of Egon's pants grew and changed. The feeling of great weight in his bowels was now much reduced, but still his poo had not come to an end. He could feel it spread over his backside and forward to the front of his underwear, which caressed his ball sack.

Breathing hard, Egon carried on filling his briefs. His long discharge of excrement by now nearing its end, though it was not all out of him yet. The poo now emerging from his anus was softer than it had been before. The crowd had long since passed the point of no return. They felt as if they were watching an attempt to break a world record. The weight of all that poop was making his briefs sag heavily. From one side of his buttocks to the other, they were bulging unnaturally. The poo within now extended across the entire back of his briefs and was beginning to push the elastic leg-bands away from his skin.

The gusset of Egon's briefs was hanging down an inch below his crotch. Yet, Egon isn't finished. Panting in near ecstasy, he could feel the end was imminent and figured there was no point in cutting off the flow just before it was due to stop anyway. The poop that he was expelling at the moment was very soft, and it was mostly flowing downwards. The firmer poo with which the back of his briefs was packed had formed a kind of bowl-shape and the softer stuff was being directed down and forward towards his balls. Then he was done. Egon stood motionless for a moment, still panting hard.

Behind Egon, the crowd was tense. Egon straightened up slowly, trying to compose himself. That's when Cyrus approaches him and immediately notices the smell coming from is only nephew.

Cyrus: Egon, it's your turn to speak and you can't go up looking like that.

Egon: Then give me your lab coat.

Cyrus: Fine. Just don't mess it up.

Cyrus takes off his lab coat and hands it to Egon. He watches Egon put it on to try and hide his massive backside bulge.

Cyrus: I can't believe you shit yourself at my seminar.

Egon: I did tell you I had to go the bathroom.

Cyrus: (sighs) What's done is done, I guess. Now go do your presentation.

The place was packed and Egon gets up on the stage. He saw a television crew stationed in front of the foremost seats before the stage. His friends, from a distance, watch as he gives a presentation.

Egon: Good afternoon, ladies, and gentlemen…

Is how the presentation started. Cyrus was surprised that despite Egon having an accident, it didn't stop him from doing his job. Little did the other Ghostbusters know, that Egon was giving a speech with a pants full to the brim with poop. Egon continued with his presentation, speaking for twenty minutes before finally concluding…

Egon: My uncle, who is also the owner of Spengler Labs, will answer your questions. Thank you very much.

The applause was enthusiastic and sincere. His speech had been intriguing and full of revelation. After getting off the stage, Egon makes his way towards his friends and he just remembered about how he was gonna sit down. Sitting down would mean that he would make an even bigger mess.

Winston: Nice speech, Egon.

Egon: Thank you.

Peter: You can take off that tacky lab coat, Egon. Get comfortable.

Egon: It's best if I don't.

Ray: Have a seat.

Egon hesitated and seated himself slowly. His poo-packed briefs hit the seat first and began to squish as he put more weight on them. With a squelching sound, he eased his full weight down on to the chair and felt the huge mass of poo ooze and slide sideways and forwards, favoring his ball sack with a moist and tender caress. That's when his friends notice the smell.

Peter: Okay, Egon. Did you shit yourself before or after the speech?

Egon: Before, obviously.

Winston: And you still went up there and gave a twenty-minute speech? You got more balls, than me.

Egon: After this, please don't let me get cleaned up alone.

Ray: Why?

Egon: Just trust me on this one.

Wanna know why? Find out in another story. For now, Egon goes back to the hotel with his friends to get cleaned up.