You know Peter Venkman, he likes to party and meet women. This particular night, he didn't wanna go solo and brings Egon with him to a club that turns out to be packed with a lot of people dancing to some cool music.
Egon: Peter, can you please explain why you brought me here?
Peter: Egon, when was the last time you had a date?
Egon: Well, it was in college, but what that has to do with anything?
Peter: My friend, I'm here to help you get a girlfriend.
Egon: Peter, you didn't have to do this.
Peter: Too late to turn back now. I'm gonna go get some drinks. Go do some dancing.
Egon: Okay.
Egon says in his nerdy voice. An hour already at the club and hanging out by the bar, Egon was feeling the effects of having to take a crap. He has been constipated for a few days and now he is feeling the urgent pressure building up as his enormous turd finally decided to come out. This pressure quickly became a stabbing pain that made him gasp. He began to make her way towards the men's room and is interrupted by Peter.
Peter: You having fun, Egon?
Egon: I kinda feel like the oldest one here and feel out of place.
Peter: Nonsense, Egon. Don't let your age stop you from having fun.
Egon: Easy for you to say. You're six years younger than me.
Peter: Just relax and stop being so tense.
Peter says with a reassuring smile. Egon forgets about his bathroom needs and goes back to the dance floor. But only after a few seconds, the pressure returned, and this time it was irresistible. Gasping, Egon leaned against the platform again and clenched his buttocks, but he was fighting a losing battle. Gradually, his anus was forced open from within, and a huge, bulbous-headed log began to push its way through. Egon's anus widened … one inch in diameter … one-and-a-half inches … two inches … and his poo continued to emerge despite his best efforts.
It soon touched the fabric of Egon's briefs and immediately it began to push the material outward, away from his buttocks. He struggled to stop the huge turd from coming out any further, but it was no good. He felt his anus contract slightly as the wide lump at the head of the poo finished exiting his rectum, and with a heavy heart he realized there was no way of turning back now. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this in public.
About four inches of thick, firm turd were residing in his briefs now, lodged between his buttocks. Egon's briefs were bulging out from his bottom, and threatening to become noticeable from those around him. He carefully reaches behind him to feel for the bulge. It was pretty big, and, as he had feared, and worried someone would say something. Egon had this idea to cup the bulge in his hand and pushed it back up towards his bottom. It spread out as it flattened, and he felt its warm caress oozing over his buttocks. His anus had been gradually widening again while he was doing this, and now the second large lump began to make its way out into his briefs.
By now, Egon was resigned to his fate and to just empty his entire bowels where he stood. He felt his bulge again and it had grown considerably. He pressed it upwards once more, flattening the elongated bulge. Then he realized. He's far from being done and he could still make it to the men's room. Now making his way to a toilet, he spots someone out way passed their bedtime. April Venkman, Peter's seventeen-year-old daughter who's surprised to see Egon at a club.
April: Egon, what are you doing here?
Egon: I'm gonna ask you the same thing. Your father is here and would ground you for life if he saw you here.
April: So. Why are you here anyways?
Egon: Your father brought me here to get laid. He also has no idea that we are dating.
April: Well, I'm sure my father is too distracted to see us together. Now, let's dance.
Egon: I'm not sure if that's a good idea.
Egon suggests, as he has plans to use the bathroom.
April: Don't worry, Egon. This place is too crowded for my dad to notice us together.
Egon thinks about this and doesn't wanna disappoint April.
Egon: Well, okay.
Egon follows April to a spot on the dance floor. He's surprised she hasn't noticed the smell coming from him. After five minutes of dancing, a cramp hits him and leans onto April for support.
April: Are you okay?
Egon: April, I had an accident, but it's apparent that I'm not done shitting.
April: You pooped your pants? Cool.
Egon: Not cool. Someone could notice.
April: I didn't notice until you told me. You might as well finish.
Then it was decided for Egon to let more poop into his briefs. He relaxed his anus completely and pushed. Another turd began to emerge, but it soon halted as a third lump reached the sphincter muscle.
Egon: I can't believe I'm really doing this.
April: I can't believe I'm really enjoying this.
Egon pushed harder. Gradually, the lump crept forward, sliding wetly through Egon's grossly distended anus. His eyes began to water, cause it was rather painful to be passing something so big, but it also felt good to be getting rid of the thing. He continued to push and the poo passed the point of no return and started sliding out of its own accord. After a few seconds of this, it occurred to Egon that this was not only the widest lump yet, it was also the longest. Already several inches had emerged and his briefs and the back of his pants were sagging horribly.
April notices the bulge growing between Egon's legs.
April: Damn, Egon. You must be enjoying this too.
Egon: I have the strongest urge to stroke my cock while doing this.
April gets an idea and starts twerking and grinding against Egon's bulge. It's helping with the sexual tension he's feeling. She even danced around him and actually grabbed the bulge behind him and squished it to where there was a less noticeable bulge, which was the size of a cantaloupe. This turned him on even more and she went back to twerking against his erection.
Egon: Damn, April. I like to have you right now.
From a distance, April spots he dad and tells Egon.
April: Egon, it's time for me to make a mad dash out of here, cause I see my dad. Wanna come with me?
Egon: Well, you wait outside and I'll make an excuse to leave.
April: Good idea.
April leaves before she is spotted by her dad. Egon approaches Peter at the bar, who's talking to some random ladies.
Egon: Hey Peter. A woman wants me to go home with her. Looks like I'll be seeing you tomorrow.
Peter: Well, you have fun, pal. You deserve it.
If Peter only knew the truth. Egon exits the bar and finds April waiting for him by the building.
April: There you are, handsome.
Egon: How did you get here anyways?
April: I took a cab. Ready to take one to your place?
Egon: April, let's be serious. You ready to have sex tonight?
April: We can just make out.
Egon: I'm fine with that. As long as we're together.
Egon leans forward and kisses April on the lips and looks back at her. They walk to the edge of the sidewalk to call a cab. While waiting, April gets a clear look at his backside bulge.
April: I'd never have imagined one person could produce so much poop. That's quite a load you've got in there.
Egon: There's more to come yet.
April: You're kidding!
Egon: I'm serious, April. I've been constipated for a few days.
April: Then why hold it in? I mean, you already crapped your pants, so you might as well finish.
Egon: Just keep watch.
Egon started to push again. At once his anus opened up and a thick column of poo emerged. This time it was softer, and it squished and spread out as it met the enormous wad already in Egon's briefs. Filling all available space, it crept up towards the waistband, and forward under his balls to form a ridge along the gusset. April watched with fascination as the bulge expanded still further and descended another inch or so.
April: Are you done?
Egon: Not quite, but I think I can finish once I get back to my place.
April: Okay, cool.
Egon hails a cab and they both get in the backseat. Good thing the driver didn't notice the smell that was covered up by his cigarette smoke. Anyways, April and Egon arrive at his apartment. She watches Egon waddle with every step he took.
April: I'm sure we're gonna have a lot of fun with all of that.
Egon: You're right. We shouldn't let all of this go to waste.
First thing Egon and April do is make the way towards his bedroom. He lays sideways and starts undoing his shirt and unbuckling his belt. April lays next to him. She reaches right hand down the front of his pants and starts stroking Egon's cock. While doing this, she remembers something.
April: Didn't you say you still have to poop?
Egon bore down yet again and forced it out. This time it was much softer and almost runny. He squeezed out every last little bit and then climaxed with a series of loud, ecstatic moans while he dry humps April. Basking in the afterglow, they both gradually drifted off to sleep. The next morning, he was able to clean up and April was able to get a cab back to her father's place. He was too hungover to even notice she was gone.