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Maggey was sitting in her security room. Her eyes were glued to the monitors showing surveillance footage from the prosecutor's office. Working as a security guard was her another job, after she left Trés Bien. Maggey had already been a police officer and a waitress, but because she always had bad luck since birth, she didn't last long in her jobs.
Working as a security guard seemed unusually peaceful. Maggey worked night shifts, when there was almost nobody in the building. All Maggey had to do was watch the surveillance cameras and make rounds of the building every few hours. The nights were quiet, so Maggey wasn’t afraid of anything, because what could possibly go wrong?
She leaned back in her chair, her attention focused on the monitors. Maggey was used to working night shifts, but sitting in one place for so many hours was boring. When her eyelids closed for a moment, her stomach suddenly gurgled.
Her eyes snapped open. That gurgling sound in her stomach was very familiar, and she knew all too well what it meant. Food always made Maggey sick. No matter what she ate, a trip to the bathroom was always guaranteed afterwards. Maggey glanced at the empty lunchbox that Gumshoe had brought her earlier for dinner.
A sad smile played on her lips. Gumshoe's weenies were delicious, but like any other food, they made her guts explode later on the toilet. But Maggey never dared to tell him that. Gumshoe always put so much love into the lunchboxes that he prepared for her - if she told him about the diarrhea she got after eating them, it would definitely hurt his feelings.
Maggey didn't want to tell him that, considering how much Gumshoe did for her and how many times he helped her. She even suspected that he had feelings for her – but now there was no time to think about her relationship with Gumshoe.
Maggey rose from her chair. As soon as she took the first step out of the room, her intestines gurgled again. A wet fart erupted from her asshole. Maggey clenched her buttocks, trying to stave off the impending disaster. But despite this, she felt a bit of liquid shit soiling her panties.
A pink shade of blush appeared on her cheeks. Luckily, she had an extra pair of panties in her locker, so she could change underwear later. At every job she had, wherever Maggey went, she always brought an extra pair of underwear with her—just in case she had an “accident”.
Maggey slowly made her way to the bathroom. Fortunately, the staff restroom was very close. On her first day as a security guard, the nearest bathroom was the first thing she asked about. Since she wasn't "lucky," she needed to know where she could use the bathroom as quickly as possible.
Maggey walked slowly. One wrong step and her bowels could explode like a volcano, causing her to shit not only her panties but also the shorts that were part of her uniform. Maggey placed her hand on her lower abdomen that was rumbling loudly. The urge to poop was painful, and the longer she held it in, the more it hurt her.
The woman opened the bathroom door. She was so close now. Only a few steps separated her from the toilet. Maggey stepped into the stall and locked herself in. She lowered her shorts and her shit-stained panties to her knees.
Before Maggey could barely sit up, her stomach gurgled again menacingly. A wet fart erupted from her asshole, and Maggey gasped as a soft, semi-solid log dropped from her anus. It was yellowish in color and landed in the toilet with a splash.
Maggey placed her butt on the toilet, and as soon as she did, her bowels began to aggressively empty themselves, accompanied by wet farts. It was something she couldn't stop. A stream of wet shit poured from her ass, loudly hitting the water inside the toilet bowl.
Maggey shifted uncomfortably on the toilet. She placed her hand against the stall wall and groaned in discomfort each time a wave of diarrhea was erupting from her ass. Maggey was panting. Although she was used to sudden diarrhea attacks, she wished she could have regular, not that explosive, bathroom visits as well.
It was exhausting. Maggey put hands on her knees and gripped them, causing her knuckles to turn white. She let out another fart, and more soft pieces of poop landed in the toilet with splashes. Her agony continued for several more minutes.
Fortunately, her body calmed down. Maggey was still sitting on the toilet, waiting just in case she needed to expel something else. She glanced at her panties. They had a blue color and a chibi Blue Badger printed on the front. Unfortunately, panties had a nasty stain too.
Maggey frowned, seeing that she soiled her panties. Perhaps she could wash them at home, because she didn't want to throw them away. Her diarrhea calmed and stopped. Maggey breathed a sigh of relief and reached for the roll of toilet paper. But all she could feel was the empty roll.
"Of course. Every time I go to the bathroom, there's never toilet paper," Maggey said with a sad sigh. It was normal in her life filled with misfortune. Lack of toilet paper, clogged toilet, frequent job changes – Maggey was used to it.
She got up from the toilet and opened stall. She was alone in the building, so no one could see her walking with naked ass. Maggey walked to the second stall, her shorts and panties hanging down around her knees. Entering the second stall, Maggey smiled when she saw a full roll of toilet paper. Her eyes sparkled with joy.
Maggey took the entire roll with her and returned to the stall where she had relieved herself. At that moment, she also realized that the entire bathroom reeked of shit. The smell was rancid and unpleasant. At least Maggey was alone on the night shift, so the stench should be gone by morning.
She tore off a few sheets of toilet paper and wiped her butt. However, it wasn't enough. Maggey looked at the used toilet paper, which was full of her feces. She tore off a few more sheets and wiped her butt, feeling the wet, sticky mess beneath her touch.
A quiet moan escaped her lips as she wiped her butt. Her anus and the skin around it were irritated by such severe diarrhea, and Maggey felt discomfort in that area. Maggey threw the used paper into the toilet and tore off another few sheets. Her ass seemed to be still dirty, no matter how many times she wiped it. Just another bad luck in her sad life.
Maggey repeated wiping her butt a few more times until the toilet paper was finally clean and not soiled with her shit. Maggey smiled, not realizing that she used almost the entire roll to solely wipe her ass. Maggey removed her panties and pulled her shorts up over her bare bottom. After leaving the bathroom, she planned to go to the locker room, where she had extra panties in her locker.
Maggey pressed the button to flush the toilet. She hoped it wouldn't clog. She watched as the toilet water rose up and filled up the bowl, as if unable to flush. Pieces of mushy shit and toilet paper floated in the water. After a moment, the stream of water pulled everything down into the drain.
Maggey smiled and finally left the stall. She went to the sink and began washing her hands. She washed hands very carefully, noticing that while wiping her soiled ass, some poop got smeared on her hands. After washing her hands, Maggey went to the locker room to change her underwear.
After emptying her bowels and putting on a new pair of panties, Maggey was able to return to her security room. She hoped nothing happened during her visit to the bathroom. The first thing Maggey did upon returning to the room was take some medicine, just in case her stomach was upset again.
Maggey opened a package of Diarrhea Killer X—an antidiarrheal medication that also provided electrolytes. It was a versatile remedy that stopped diarrhea and helped maintain hydration. Maggey poured herself a glass of water from the bottle and swallowed the tablet, washing it down with water. After taking the medicine, she poured herself another glass and capped the bottle. After such diarrhea, Maggey needed to ensure proper hydration, because otherwise, she would be dehydrated, which could have very unpleasant consequences.
“Excuse me, Ms. Byrde,” a male voice suddenly spoke.
A man in athletic clothes and a medal around his neck stood in the doorway to her room. Maggey recognized him immediately. It was Jacques Portsman, the prosecutor, who was also a big fan of sports. But what could he be doing in the prosecutor’s office at this hour? It was the middle of the night.
“How can I help you, Mr. Portsman?” Maggey asked.
“I forgot the key to my office. You see, I’m forgetful and left my key at home,” Jacques said with a light laugh.
Maggey tilted her head up and gave him the most perfect salute she could. “Of course, sir! Follow me,” Maggey said. She put on her security cap and took her master key with her.
Little did she know that her diarrhea wasn’t the last problem that she would face that night. Jacques Portsman was the person who would set in motion a chain of events during the rest of her shift, that would again cost poor Maggey a job.