It's summer and the Ghostbusters have decided to take a brief vacation to Coney Island to do some swimming by the beach. Of course, Peter wears a speedo and enjoys showing off his muscles to any lady that walks by. Ray, Egon and Winston are wearing their uniform matching swim trunks. Janine is welling her yellow polka dot bikini and someone else decided to come along. Yep, Ray has finally met a girl while on a bust and now they're on a date at the beach.

Laying side by side on their own beach towel, Ray's girlfriend makes a suggestion to Ray. Ramona is her name. She's close in age with Ray and has long brown hair.

Ramona: Ray, do you wanna go in the ocean with me?

Ray: I would love to, Ram.

As Ray sat up, Ray suddenly feels a cramp in his abdomen and Ramona looks at him with concern.

Ramona: Are you okay?

The pain subsides and Ray looks up at Ramona.

Ray: I'm fine. Let's go have some fun.

Ram kisses Ray and they both run into the ocean together. After a few minutes of swimming around, Ramona catches Ray clutching his abdomen.

Ramona: Ray, I know you're not fine. What's going on with you?

Ray: I think I'm about to have an accident

Ramona: An accident? Right now?

Ray: I'm sorry, Ram. It's just that I've been constipated.

Ramona: Then let's get you to a bathroom.

Ray doesn't budge.

Ray: I'm gonna be honest with you, Ram. I have a fetish for pooping in my pants.

Ramona: Are you crazy? There's a lot of people around.

Ray: It's a risk I'm willing to take and don't worry. I always wear underwear under my swim trunks.

Ramona: Well, I'll cover for you. Just do your thing.

Ray pushed hard and his anus quickly expanded as a think poo started to emerge from his rectum. Ray moans as his poo curled up against his buttocks and then was pushed aside as a second poo began slithering out of his anus. From a distance, the other Ghostbusters see Ray hunched over in the water, next to Ram.

Peter: Egon and Winston, you won't believe what Ray is doing again.

Winston: What are you complaining about this time, Peter?

Peter: It looks like Ray's shitting his pants again and this time, in front of his girlfriend.

Egon: Calm down, Peter. His fetish isn't hurting anyone.

Peter: He's gonna stink up the Ecto-1, guys.

Winston: So, who cares. I mean, Ray doesn't care what other people think. So, learn to be more open minded, Peter.

Peter: I do, it's just that I never thought he'd do it in front of hundreds of people.

Egon: That's for Ray to deal with.

Back over to Ray and Ramona, Ray gasps as a third poo pushed downwards between his legs and presses against his ball sack. Ramona couldn't help, but stare.

Ramona: This is actually turning me on, Ray.

Ray starts pushing out his fourth poo. Ramona takes a peak into his shorts and undies to watch the mass of poop get bigger. After Ray pushes out the fifth turn, his undies were pretty much full to the brim. Ram is impressed.

Ramona: That's a lot of poop. Please tell me that you're done.

Ray: Just about.

Ray says, as he reaches in the back of his swim trunks and pulls out his right hand covered in poop.

Ramona: What are you gonna do with that?

Ray: Take a mud bath.

Ray says and then smears his poop covered hand all over his bare chest. Peter can see this from a distance.

Peter: Oh my gosh. Guys, did you see that?

Egon: See what?

Peter: Ray just rubbed shit on himself. Somebody gotta stop him.

Winston: You stop him, Peter.

Peter: Fine, I will.

Peter gets up and goes out into the ocean where Ray and Ramona are standing.

Peter: Ray, why are you rubbing poop on yourself? Don't you know where we're at?

Ramona: You know, Ray's fetish actually turns me on. Don't like it, go somewhere else.

Ray: Yeah and besides. I'm doing this, cause I need to make more room in my undies. I still got poop in me that needs to come out.

Peter face-palms.

Peter: You know, I don't care if you do this in private, but in public? I have concerns for you.

Ray: I appreciate that, but I'm fine.

Peter and Ramona watched as Ray grunted, pushing out a long, soft turd which coiled up inside his undies and on top of the mound of poo that's already there.

Peter: Are you done?

Ray: Finally. Now I'm ready to sit down.

Peter face-palms again.

Peter: Good grief. I'm going back to the beach to work on my tan.

Ramona: You do that.

Moments after Peter left, Ramona and Ray make it back to the beach to relax. For the rest of the day, Ray sits comfortably on his beach towel with his buttocks and ball sack surrounded by poo. He relaxed with Ramona playing with his poo-covered nipples.

THE END