Peter Venkman is a 35 year old who finds it exciting to get in a situation where he badly needs to shit and going in his pants. This has happened a few times. The turn on really didn't develop until after he had a really bad accident, completely messing his pants when he couldn't get to a toilet in time. He'd like to find someone who doesn't mind his behavior.

Peter has some stories concerning his habit. One time, he went on a Ghostbusting mission at a bar with the other Ghostbusters. After catching the ghost, it's Peter who decides to order enough drinks to get him buzzed. It was Winston who ended up being the designated driver and drove himself and the others back to the firehouse.

Once arrived, Ray mentioned that he drank enough to have to pee very badly, so he tells Peter before going up the stairs. Peter does see someone sitting next to Janine at the front desk and approaches. She has short brown hair, pudgy and shows a striking resemblance to Ray.

Peter: who's this, Janine?

Janine: this is Rachel Stantz, Ray's cousin.

Peter: cousin?

Janine: yes, Peter. She's the daughter of Ray's Aunt Lois. Her mother insists she get a summer job and I suggest a secretary job, so I can have some days off.

Peter: summer job? Why not make it part time?

Janine: she's 17, Peter.

Peter looks over at Rachel, who just looks away shyly. Peter winks at her before going up the stairs. Janine gives Rachel a stern look.

Janine: A few things you should know about Peter is one, he can be an asshole. Two, he probably has every STD in the book, cause he likes to get around and three. He's disgusting.

Rachel: Okay.

The next day, Rachel is at the front desk alone, while Janine went out to get lunch. Peter notices Rachel and approaches her. She looks down and notices him sporting a huge bulge between his legs. He sits on the desk to give her company.

Peter: So, Rachel. Any calls?

Rachel shakes her head.

Peter: you know, you're gonna have to get over that shyness if you gotta answer phones.

Rachel: I know.

Peter: wanna hear a story about me?

Rachel: I guess.

Peter: you see, there was this Ghostbusting mission in Paris. The hotel we all stayed at, I was at the bar when I felt like I had to take a shit. I told Egon that I had to use the bathroom, but as I got there, I suddenly didn't have to go anymore.

Rachel: you don't hold back, do you?

Peter: not really. Anyways, I decided to wait until we got back to our rooms. It was ten minutes before I got to my room and suddenly felt like I had to shit again, but really bad. It was then that I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my key in the Ecto-1, cause we were out investigating the Eiffel Tower earlier. Anyways, going back over to the elevator, I couldn't focus, cause I had to shit so bad.

Rachel: oh my gosh.

Peter: I managed to hold it as I went back to the car to get my key. The whole time, I was clenching my ass cheeks together. After I found my key and went back inside the hotel, I was confronted by Ray and Winston, who wanted to talk strategy on our current case. I told them, that I needed to get back to my room or I was gonna shit my pants. They let me continue on my way.

Rachel: did you have an accident?

Peter: hold on. Anyways, I almost shit my pants in the elevator. There were times I thought I really was gonna lose it. I mean just getting to each floor was a battle for my underwear. The elevator did eventually got to the right floor and right before I could use my key, I felt shit going into my pants. It was only just a little bit and I managed to get my door open. Just as the door closed behind me, the mother of all cramps hit and I just couldn't hold it anymore.

Rachel: I don't know why you're telling me this.

Peter: a massive wave of soft and runny poop filled my boxer briefs to where it was overflowing. I had pretty much ruined my favorite pair of jeans. That was actually the day I started my poop fetish; cause I never felt my dick get so hard before and jacked off before cleaning up and going to bed.

Then he looks over to Rachel, who looks confused.

Rachel: uh, you must tell this to everyone.

Peter: no, I don't. What makes you think that?

Rachel: Janine. She says you're disgusting, among other things.

Peter: What things?

Rachel: that you're a butthole and that you get around so much, he have every STD.

Peter: she really doesn't know me. I don't get around that much and I'm clean.

Rachel: my momma always tells me to never judge anyone and to not trust in gossip.

Peter: good.

Rachel: why did you tell me that story anyways?

Peter: I'm looking for someone I can talk to about my poop fetish. I mean, someone who doesn't look at me with disgust whenever I talk about shitting myself on purpose.

Rachel: that's definitely hard to find. I mean, I didn't get grossed out. I was confused since I barely know you.

Peter: Fair enough.

Peter changes the subject.

Peter: so, would you like to go out with me?

Rachel: I'm seventeen and you look old enough to be my dad.

Peter: seventeen is considered legal age in some places and I'm only 35.

Rachel: before I say "yes", I have conditions.

Peter: and what's that?

Rachel: I wanna see you actually poop your pants.

Peter: that I can do.

Then Peter and Rachel started going out.