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Once Michael sat back down, Emily began to guide the class through one of the most intense yoga sessions Michael had ever participated in.

Michael struggled to bend, twist, contort, and balance. He started sweating profusely from the effort. Brief glances over at his wife showed him that she was doing much better.

Compounding Michael's issues though was the growing pressure in his bowels. Intermittently, Michael would be wracked with a horrible cramp from his stomach that would threaten to cause him to shit himself.

It did not take long for everything to come to a head.

It happened as he pushed up from plank to downward dog. With his ass pushed in the air, Michael was hit with his worst cramp yet. He couldn't hold back, announcing itself like a trumpet, Michael grunted and involuntarily pushed a huge load of solid shit into the back of his exercise shorts.

The smell was horrific. The feeling was worse. Because of gravity and the tightness of his underwear, Michael could immediately feel the poop smearing itself all over his backside.

Kylee immediately looked over from her position in downward dog. "Michael, did you just fart in class? You couldn't hold it back any longer? Men are so disgusting."

Michael's face turned red, knowing his wife didn't understand the half of his battle. Before he could respond, Michael saw a pair of bare feet walk up behind him.

"Kylee, please be kind to Michael, letting your body release is a normal part of yoga. We do not judge people for their bodies' natural functions in this class," Emily said from above and beyond Michael.

Michael was growing even more embarrassed he knew that Emily, the most beautiful woman he had ever met, was standing just feet from his crap covered ass.

Michael's embarrassment grew worse when Emily, attempting to be helpful, reached down and pushed on his upper butt cheek and pushed.

"I am just going to help get you in posi..." Emily stopped mid-word as she squished Michael's shit more thoroughly into his butt cheeks. "Actually, Michael, you aren't looking like you are feeling well. The woman who runs the daycare in the basement is a nurse. Her name is Julie. Do you want to run down there and see if she can help you out?" Emily offered discreetly.

"Yeah, that sounds great," Michael said.

Quickly and carefully, Michael worked his way out of downward dog to a standing position. He winced as he felt the weight of the turn in his pants settle into his underwear. It felt like he was carrying an egg in his pants.

Michael then carefully and quickly shuffled his way out of the yoga room and into the hallway and began his journey to find the daycare in the basement.