Peter Venkman put on his uniform and admired himself in the mirror. He would always turn around and make poses. But he isn't at the firehouse. He's in the bedroom of a very luxurious penthouse.

Elon: Very sexy.

Peter turned around to get a view of a very handsome brunette in a nice suit. His looks and voice are a carbon copy of Egon from the movie Ghostbusters. Peter notices his nod of approval. He doesn't say anything, as he zips up his uniform and approaches the gentleman.

Peter: You look amazing, as always, Elon.

Elon: Do you really have to go into work? I mean, I can afford to take care of us both.

Peter: I would love to stay and cuddle with you, but it takes four people to bust a few ghosts.

Elon: Well, at least eat breakfast before you go.

Peter: Only for two minutes and then I have to go to work.

Elon Michelson embraces and kisses Peter, then looking back at him.

Elon: Someday we will announce our relationship to the world.

Peter: Yeah, I know. You are a public figure and have an image, I get it. But I want you to know something. I'm not afraid of coming out of the closet.

Elon: Oh really? Does your friends know about your sexuality?

Peter: Well, not really.

Elon: I tell you what. You tell your friends that you're in a gay relationship and I'll come out to the public about us. Understand?

Peter: Yes, dear.

Peter kisses Elon before heading out. In a cab and on his way to the firehouse, Peter realizes something. He forgot to check the bathroom before getting ready. Peter grimaced as a cramp hit his bowels. He leaned against the front seat, squeezing his anus shut to prevent the expulsion of massive poo, since he hasn't had a shit in the last few days.

Peter: (to himself) Not now.

The pain subsided and Peter arrives at the firehouse. His friends were already waiting for him beside the Ecto-1.

Winston: About time you showed up. What took you so long to get here?

Peter: I spent the night with a woman and…

Winston: We get it, Peter.

Peter: I'm here now, so let's get this job over with.

Egon: Peter is right. We have a job to do.

They all get inside the Ecto-1 and to a bust out on the docks. While there, Peter asks more about the mission to the others.

Peter: So, where are we going?

Ray: A Class 5 scare down by dock 32. A shipment of containers is delayed until we can fix this problem.

Egon: I brought enough PKE meters to search each container individually.

Winston: We figured by splitting up, we can corner this ghost and capture it easily.

Peter: Oh, good.

Down by dock 32, the Ghostbusters exit the Ecto-1, put on their packs and Egon gives Ray, Peter and Winston each a PKE meter. Each go their separate ways and search the cargo ship for the ghost.

Peter, who went off on his own, is waving around his PKE meter in hopes to find a signal. I mean, he feels a cramp and leans against a container, clutching his abdomen. He's startled by his walkie.

Ray: Any luck finding this ghost, Peter?

Peter: No, but I could really use a bathroom right now.

Ray: Just take a leak and be quick about it. I won't tell anyone.

Peter: No, Ray. I have to take a shit and I don't think I can hold it for much longer.

Ray: Well, try. Ray out.

Peter groaned in pain. The back of his uniform started to tent outwards, pushed from within by a hard turd. Seconds later, it fell against the fabric of his boxer briefs. A new lump formed and then another and a slowly misshapen bulge was causing his underwear to sag. But he wasn't done. Peter pushed hard and the back of his boxer briefs sagged downwards, as a long rope of poo spewed out of his anus. Finally done, he was startled by a hand on his shoulder.

Peter turns around and it's Ray.

Ray: Goodness, Peter. How much did you eat?

Peter: I was constipated, okay and I told you I couldn't hold it.

Ray: Well, Egon contacted me and told me that he and Winston found the ghost.

Peter: Oh good.

Ray: Once we get back to the firehouse, you can clean up.

Peter: No, Ray. Just drop me off at my apartment. I don't want Janine to see and make fun of me.

Ray: Sure, no problem and good luck sitting down.

Ray helped Peter waddle back to the Ecto-1, where Egon and Winston were waiting. Both of them cover their noses.

Winston: Which one of you stepped in dog shit?

Peter: I had an accident, okay. Don't say anything.

Egon: Accidents happen, Peter. We won't judge you.

Ray: Peter says to drop him off at his apartment, so he can get cleaned up.

Winston: Not a problem.

It was hard for Peter to sit down in the back of the Ecto-1. Instead, he lays down in the backseat. Arriving at the apartment building, he waves bye to his friends and goes inside the building. He takes an elevator up to Elon's penthouse and knocks on the door. Elon opens it and is greeted by the smell coming from Peter.

Elon: Peter, you're back so soon. Did you shit yourself?

Peter: An accident while trying to catch a ghost.

Elon: Well, you were constipated. I'm glad fucking you last night loosened some things up.

Elon says, as he lets Peter in. Exhausted Peter just sits down and lets the poop spread all over his backside and between his legs, making a bigger mess under his uniform and moaning in pleasure.

Peter: Oh, that feels good.

Elon approaches Peter and kneels between his legs. Elon looks up at the vulnerable Peter.

Elon: You know, I was on my way to the bathroom when you knocked on the door.

Elon seductively says, as he unzips Peter's uniform.

Peter: Well, you can still go.

Elon stood up, only to turn around, pull down his pants and lean forward on the coffee table. He strains and his anus opens up, expanding wider and wider as a monster turd began to creep out. He gritted his teeth and grunted with effort, trying to relax as much as possible. Once the huge turd touched the material of his briefs, his underwear started to push outwards. Elon bit his lip and pushed harder and then exhaled sharply with relief was the widest part slid through.

Peter: Damn, Elon. I'm enjoying this. My dick is hard right now.

Elon: I'm not done, yet.

Elon's relief was short-lived, as another wide part of a turd gets stuck inside his anus. He pushed hard again and slowly his anus widened. His eyes watering, cause it was even bigger, than the first. Finally, he managed to force it through and after that, it was smooth sailing. He pushed and pushed, then inch after inch of poo slid out of his rectum and into his undies.

Peter: Damn, Elon. I was at the edge of my seat on that one.

Soon, Elon had to reach back and hold on to his briefs to stop them from falling down. More and more poo came out of his anus until it started to push to the front of his undies and nudging against his ball sack. Then it was pushing up into the front of his briefs, where it curled up and started to build into another large mass. After that, he was done. Elon is now exhausted and lays down on the coffee table. Peter is amazed by the show.

Peter: I didn't know you were constipated.

Elon: I was.

Peter: All this excitement has got me in the mood to fuck. How about you?

Elon: Yes, but in the bathroom. I don't want to get my expensive furniture and carpet dirty.

Peter: True. Let's head to the bathroom.

Peter gets up and helps Elon to the bathroom for some extra dirty fun and eventually clean up.