No one arrives

Chelsea sat on the floor waiting for someone to arrive.

Several minutes passed. Minutes in which Chelsea was fartting to relieve the tension inside her, hoping that someone would arrive.

But that didn't happen.

Lunch time came, and Chelsea hadn't heard anyone enter the gym. She waited anxiously for another ten minutes, but no one came.

—Quiet Chelsea, someone is coming soon —she told herself to avoid panicking.

Another five minutes passed, and Chelsea's intestines were almost at their limit, just like her.

"Maybe one of the guys will come back and open the door," she thought.

But it didn't. Five minutes passed, and Chelsea knew she wouldn't take it anymore. Her farts were getting more stinky and wet.

Chelsea got up and tried with all her might to open the door. But by exerting too much ****, it caused her anus to open.

"No, please no! " she begged.

She let go of the doorknob and held her buttocks. Chelsea could feel the tip of her poop poking out of her anus. Chelsea grunted and tried to squeeze to keep her inside, but it was useless.

Chelsea sat on the floor so that the pressure of the ground would help her a little, and tried to think of another alternative to get out. Because she had already given up hope that someone would come and open the door.