By: NeptunesReallyWindy
Almost there, almost there…made it!
As her orange dress swished against her knees with each brisk step, Stacy let out a soft triumphant sigh as she made it to the elevator of her apartment building and stopped the doors from closing completely. She stepped inside, the bags in her hands rustling loudly as she pressed the button for the seventh floor.
The elevator gave a slight lurch as it began to move, the floor number slowly ticking upwards while Stacy leaned against the lefthand wall. "Glad I caught it in time." She murmured to herself, brown eyes glancing down at one of her bags. "I want to get back home and find the right shoes to match these new dresses. I know I have some heels that will go perfectly with-whoa-!"
Suddenly, the elevator came to a grinding halt, making Stacy stumble. She looked towards the ceiling as the lights flickered briefly above her. "What the hell…is the elevator stuck now?" She groaned, shaking her shaven head in disbelief and frustration.
With a huff, Stacy sat her bags down and went over to the elevator buttons, pressing one with an image of a phone. After a few minutes, a staticky voice picked up on the other end. "Front desk, how can I help you?"
"Hi, the elevator has stopped moving with me in it." Stacy explained, toying with the hem of her dress. "I'm currently stuck between the third floor."
"My apologies for the inconvenience, ma'am. Just remain calm and we'll send some folks to fix the situation and get you out ASAP."
"Thank you, and please hurry." Stacy said, sighing as the front desk hung up. Making her way to the far-left corner, she sat down, folding her legs under her dress as she waited for help.
"Ugh, this is not ideal." Stacy mumbled, pulling out her phone. She checked the battery life, pleased that it was at 86 percent charged.
"Guess I'll just play some games or something until they fix it." Stacy hummed, pulling up a puzzle game and selecting a level.
For the next twenty minutes, Stacy sat on the elevator floor, matching colored gems together. After clearing one level after another, she let out an impatient sigh.
"Does it really take this long to fix an elevator?" Stacy huffed, eyes glancing up towards the ceiling in annoyance. "I don’t have all day for this."
GRRRRRRGGGGLLLEE!
Stacy tensed, blinking rapidly as her stomach let out a quiet gurgle. "Oh what now?" She mumbled, placing a hand on her stomach.
GRRRRRRRGGGGGGLLLLEEEE! PPHHBBBRRRRTTT!
Her stomach gurgled again, a fullness beginning to settle in her lower abdomen. Stacy grimaced as a small fart escaped her, filling the air with the stench of rotten seafood. "Ugh, looks like those shrimp tacos for lunch are working through me." She said, biting her lip. "Those workers better hurry up and fix the elevator soon."
Trying to distract herself from her predicament, Stacy resumed playing games on her phone. However, the increasing pressure in her guts made it difficult.
GRRRRRRRMMMMMBBBBBLLLLEEEE! BBBBBBRRRRRRPPPPTTTTTT! PPPPPPHHHHHHHBBBBBBTTTT!
"Ngh! C'mon, p-please hurry up." Stacy whined, her stomach continuing to churn as another ten minutes passed. A couple more bouts of gas escaped her, making her bite her lip at the sound and smell. The pressure was becoming unbearable, and she could feel her rectum threatening to give on her. "J-Just a little bit longer."
BBBBBHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPRRRRTTTT! PPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT! PPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLBBBBBTTTT-SPLLRRT!
"O-Oh no!" Stacy gasped, reaching down her dress to check for any…wetness. She sighed in relief when her hand didn't feel a wet spot. "Fuck…that was too close."
GGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGLLLLLLEEEE!
"Please, please, please let them fix this elevator soon." Stacy whined, squirming on the floor as she looked up to the ceiling. "I can't hold it much longer!"
At that moment, her eyes darted over to her array of shopping bags. She blinked, and an outrageous idea wormed into her mind. Grabbing one of the larger bags, she gave it a once-over look. "Am I really going to do this?" She murmured to herself, shaking her shaven head in disbelief.
GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBLLLLLLLEEEEE!
With the way her bowels were rumbling, Stacy didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Quickly, she emptied the clothes in the shopping bag into one of the others. Now with a large, empty bag, Stacy scrambled to stand up in the corner.
"C'mon, c'mon!" Stacy whined, biting her lip as she lifted her dress and pulled down her underwear. She opened the shopping bag, pressing it against her ass and leaning forward slightly. Taking a deep breath, Stacy spread her legs and bore down with a deep grunt.
BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT! CCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKLLLLLLLLLEEEEEE-SPLAT!
"Oh, fuck!" Stacy gasped, brown eyes wide as a soft log escaped her. It landed in the bag with a quiet splatter, and Stacy wrinkled her nose at the acrid stench.
BBBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTT! PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTT! CCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKLLLLLLLLLEEEEEE-SPPPLLLRRRTTT-SPLAT!
Stacy panted softly, pushing out two long, bubbly farts. Another load of shit crackled out of her, filling the shopping bag with sloppy mush. "Ugh, please don't overflow…" She whispered, face burning with embarrassment.
GGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLEEEEEEEE!
"Oh no, here comes more…" She muttered, her stomach letting out another loud grumble. As another round of waste churned through her guts, Stacy gritted her teeth and pushed.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT! PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTT!
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT!
CCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEE-SPLAT! CCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKLLLLLLLEEEEE-PLOP-SPLAT!
SSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRTTTTT!
Stacy pushed out three booming farts, her face warming with each blast of rotten air. A soft moan escaped her as a couple more logs landed into the bag, a wet and spluttery shart signaling the end of her digestive distress.
"Finally…glad that's over." Stacy said, slowly standing upright. She looked down at the bag, grimacing at the mess of browns and yellows that filled the bag. "Yeesh, that's nasty."
With a sigh, Stacy picked up her panties, resigning herself to using them to wipe. She carefully wiped herself clean, mindful of her rear end's tenderness. "I definitely won't be using these anymore."
Just as she tossed her soiled panties into the bag, a sudden grinding sound was heard. Stacy looked around the elevator, eyes widening as it lurched and began to move upwards.
"It's working again!" She gasped, a small smile tugging at her lips. It quickly fell when she remembered what she had done just a few minutes ago. "Oh fuck, it's working again."
Moving quickly, Stacy tied the shopping bag closed as tightly as possible. Digging through her purse, she pulled out a small bottle of perfume and sprayed as much as she could to mask the smell of her bowels. "I hope that's enough." She mumbled to herself, gathering her other bags and making herself presentable.
The elevator dinged once it reached the lobby floor, and the doors slowly opened. The front desk receptionist and a maintenance worker greeted her, offering her friendly smiles.
"Glad to see you're okay, miss." The receptionist said. "I hope you didn't have to wait terribly long."
The maintenance worker spoke up then, tilting his head to the side while gripping his toolbelt. "Were there other issues you noticed while stuck? Weird smells or anything?"
"Ah, nope!" Stacy said, chuckling nervously, her grip on the bags tightening. "I'm just glad this thing is fixed."
"Well then, we'll let you get back to your day ma'am." The maintenance worker said. "If you need anything else, we're happy to help."
"Thank you, and I will." Stacy replied, pressing the button to her floor and urging the elevator doors to close faster.
Once the elevator began to move again and she reached her floor, Stacy quickly stepped out and speed-walked to her apartment, on her way, she passed by a trashcan. Not wasting any time, she tossed the bag of waste into the trash, making sure to bury it under other garbage.
"Next time, I'm taking the stairs." Stacy muttered, glaring at the trashcan. With that, she turned and continued walking, eager to forget the whole incident.