I don’t doubt it’s happened at least once. Then again, maybe he’s done it on purpose, going out there knowing he has neglected his usual routine. Maybe a good gut punch or accidental shove will get things moving.

Either way, once it actually happens, immediate regret and deep arousal sets in. How do you tell your Heavy you can’t exactly stand up to keep pushing the cart right now, seeing as you literally cannot stop yourself? Usually having an accident like that is equated with diarrhea, which is fine for some, but I think something more my taste and more fun might just be a solid, needy load.

I’m embarrassed now after writing that but we persist I need to get back into my grossness. As I was saying, the thought of not just a blast of suddenness, but just him quivering and trying not to grunt as he’s on his knees and slowly losing the battle. His labcoat is covering some shame, but the discomfort of trying to go into those tight jodhpurs makes that null and void. Trying to be subtle as he buckles over, his body forcing him to shit despite the circumstances going on around him. It feels so good, yet so embarrassing, he can’t help but groan in a mix of shame and pleasure of finally relieving himself. That is until it’s all over, and that afterglow is replaced by horror, remembering he’s closer to the point than his spawn.