The Ghostbusters are in the Ecto-1 and on their way to a job to investigate a supposedly haunted mansion. Egon is in the front seat while Winston drives. Peter and Ray are in the backseat. Egon is squirming desperately in the passenger seat.

Egon: Winston, are we there yet?

Winston: Not for another fifteen minutes, Egon.

Egon: Can't you go any faster?

Winston: Why are you in such a hurry, Egon?

Egon: I really need to use the bathroom.

Peter: Just go on the side of the road.

Egon: I'm not taking a shit for everyone to see.

Ray: Try meditating. It might help you to suppress the urge.

Egon: I'll try.

Five minutes went by and meditating was no longer helping. The pressure inside Egon's bowels continued to intensify. His anus began to open up as the tip of a massive turd started to force its way out.

Egon: Oh no. It's coming out.

Winston: What are you talking about?

Ray: You're not really…?

Peter: Egon, I wouldn't blame you if you shit your pants. It happens to the best of us.

Egon clenched his teeth, squeezed his buttocks together, clenched his anus and uttered a protracted growl of effort. Little by little, the mammoth turd retreated, and his anus gradually closed up. He exhaled, then panted for a few seconds, keeping his buttocks tightly clenched.

Winston: You okay, man?

Egon: False alarm, guys. But you do need to hurry, Winston. I may not be lucky next time.

Winston drove as fast as he could. Ten minutes later, Egon was fighting another battle against the emerging poop.

Egon: Not again.

His anus was forced increasingly wide open. The thick turd was descending slowly but inexorably into his briefs. Soon, it started pushing it downward.

Egon: It's really coming out this time and I can't stop it.

Ray: Egon, we're almost at the mansion and not long before we meet our client. Having shit in your pants is not a good first impression.

Egon: You think I don't know that?

Egon lashes out, as his poo continued to force its way into his briefs. His tired anus was being held open by the emerging turd. The blunt end of the poo had sunk into the fabric of his briefs, creating a bowl-shaped depression. Now, there is nowhere else for it to go, as it met the resistance of the seat. It wasn't long before Egon's rectum was rapidly becoming intolerable from the pressure.

Egon: I feel like I need to let more out. It's too painful to hold in.

Peter: You know, you don't have to give us a play by play of your accident, Egon.

Egon: Shut up, Peter.

Egon lifted his ass off his seat and then the flow of poo resumed. The turd descended in a thick column, pushing her briefs and uniform downward until it became so long that it could no longer maintain its shape against the reverse pressure being exerted by the two layers of stretchy material. It slowly bent, then folded, reducing the pressure, and allowing more to emerge. The other guys didn't wanna be rude, but had to roll down their windows, cause Egon was just stinking up the whole car.

Egon wasn't done, though. Egon's poo was slowing to a halt, though it still felt thick and firm in his anus. He strained, thinking it was almost finished, but it kept coming, and coming, looping back and forth on top of itself inside his increasingly overloaded briefs. With one long push, he expelled the last few inches, and his anus finally closed up.

Egon: Finally, I'm done.

Ray: That's good.

The others could see that bulge all that poop has made and is astonished.

Peter: That's a lot of shit.

Winston: You know, once we get to the mansion, you can focus on cleaning up. We'll deal with the client.

Egon was afraid to sit down, as he didn't want the poop to spread and possibly ruin his uniform. Finally at the mansion and meeting with the client, who is an elderly lady and her husband. Once they told the Ghostbusters where the bathroom was, Egon made it his mission to go up to the second floor and used that bathroom to get cleaned up.

Once by the bathroom, he finds it shut and knocks on the door. Hearing from inside that they are in the shower and could be a while, Egon gets impatient and goes back downstairs to meet up with the guys. Hopefully, anyone walking by doesn't notice the smell coming from his backside and the obvious bulge. Peter and the others are surprised to see him so quickly.

Peter: That was quick.

Egon: Someone's in the bathroom, so I guess I'll have to wait another time to get cleaned up.

Ray: Well, you'll have plenty of time. The lady of the house offered us guest bedrooms, cause we got a lot of ground to cover and we could be a while.

Winston: At least the lady was nice enough to offer us a place to stay and maybe even a meal for our troubles.

Peter: Of course.

Just then, some other invited guests come in and walks passed the Ghostbusters. Relatives of the old couple. Parents with their grandkids. Four grand kids aged from 17 to 10. A fifteen-year-old boy makes a comment when walking passed Egon.

Tommy: Eww, what stinks? Smells like someone stepped in dog poop.

Egon felt embarrassed. He covered his face in shame and just wanted to cry. A man, assuming it's the boy's father, replies back to him.

Robert: Yeah, it does smell like someone shit their pants.

Egon just wanted to hide. If only he could just get cleaned up and everything would be okay.

Egon: Do we have to stay in one spot, guys? People are starting to notice.

Peter: Sure. Egon, you just wait upstairs until the bathroom is free and get cleaned up. Radio us when you're done.

Egon: Sure. That's all I need right now.

The Ghostbusters take their separate ways with their own PKE meters. Egon goes upstairs and decides to wait by the bathroom til it is free. When he did go in, he locked the door and proceeded to undress. He's worried he has messed up his uniform and slowly takes it off. He's relieved when the poop stayed in his underwear. He slowly discards his underwear, wipes up with a towel and decides to go commando in his uniform. At least he doesn't stink anymore.