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The yoga class was one of the most intense workouts of Michael's life. He twisted, stretches, contorted, and sweated his way through class. Despite constantly losing his balance shaking during stretches and being demonstrably the worst person in the class, he made it through.

He also made it through the class despite being wracked by cramps threatening to cause him to shit his pants the whole time. All-in-all, by the end of the class, he felt accomplished.

After rolling up his mat and collecting his belongings with Kylee, they both started to walk out of the room. Michael was in a bit of a rush afraid he was going to lose the battle he was fighting with his bowels at any moment.

Kylee, on the other hand, was not moving quickly at all. "Slow down, Michael! What's the rush, Michael? Enjoy that good post-work-out high, Michael!" were all phrases that left Kylee's mouth as she slowly packed up and socialized with the other beautiful women in class.

By the time that they made it to the door, Michael was ecstatic! He could visualize his goal--the toilet. However, once they stepped outside, they were immediately greeted again by the drop-dead gorgeous yoga instructor, Emily.

"How was class?" Emily asked both Kylee and Michael as she gently placed her hand on Michael's arm. "Kylee, you seemed to be doing great, but I saw you struggling a little, Michael."

Michael was practically bouncing from foot to foot, **** to get to the bathroom before he pooped himself in front of his wife and the most beautiful woman he had ever met. "Oh, I was fine. We are really busy though, we really have to be going," Michael said.

"Oh, Michael, don't be rude! I swear, you are acting like a toddler today!" Kylee said, smacking Michael on the arm. "We had a great time today, Emily. I don't know if I ever have had such a good workout."

"That's excellent," Emily responded, "what was your favorite position?"

Michael stopped listening to the conversation. His intestines were now churning at a rate he had never felt before. He was sweating profusely. He could feel the poop knocking on the door of his sphincter.

Emily and Kylee started laughing riotously at some joke that Michael didn't catch. He chuckled as someone else walked out of the door to the yoga studio and bumped into him. That slight pressure was enough to do him in.

Right there, standing in the middle of the hallway of the gym he had just become a member of, standing next to his beautiful wife and even more beautiful yoga instructor, Michael lost control. With an involuntarily grunt, Michael loaded his blue, dri-fit boxer briefs with semi-solid shit.

As Michael began to poop his pants for the first time since he was a toddler, both women turned to look at him.

"Michael? What are you doing?" Kylee asked.

Emily put a hand to her face to slightly mask a smile. "I've spent some time in the daycare downstairs. I recognize that posture," she said.

Michael turned as red as a tomato in embarrassment as the smell started to radiate from his pants.

"Oh my God! Michael, did you just shit your pants?" Kylee asked.

Michael couldn't bring himself to respond. Kylee, enraged, walked behind Michael, pulled back the waist band of his pants and underwear, and peered in.

"Fuck, Michael. You did. You couldn't hold it? Or even ask to be excused like an adult and go use the bathroom?" Kylee scolded Michael.

Emily, for her part, couldn't stop giggling.

"How are we supposed to drive home together? I am not sitting in the car and smelling your poopy butt for the whole ride! Oh my God! What about the seats? How are we going to protect those?" Kylee continued her rant.

Emily chimed in, "I think I can help you. I am pretty sure that if you go to the daycare downstairs, the attendant down their, Julie, will be able to help you both out with Michael's... situation."

"A daycare downstairs? I don't remember there being a daycare or a downstairs in our tour," Kylee said, expressly ignoring Michael.

"Oh, they probably didn't tell you about it because you don't have kids. There really isn't anything else downstairs but the daycare. Julie should be able to help you out though!" Emily said, cheerily.