Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2007 23:06:37 -0600
From: stories@mudcub.com
Subject: Garage Monkey - Part 3

Garage Monkey - Part 3

by Mudcub

stories@mudcub.com

Oh man, my head hurt when Sunday came. I had drunk too much, and now I was
feeling the effects.

But that was nothing compared to the gurgling I suddenly felt in my gut. Oh
FUCK!

I jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom, only to figure things out
halfway there. I was still locked in the coveralls! And this time I was
really in trouble.

I shifted my weight back and forth, doing a little dance in front of the
toilet. My hands fumbled with the zipper, but as usual, it was locked. I was
thinking about finding a pair of sharp scissors when the inevitable
happened.

Most of the shit in my ass was pure water. the results from drinking all
those beers at the concert. It shot out in a liquid froth, and immediately
ballooned out my underwear. I jumped into the bathtub just in time, when I
felt the dam burst, and the reeking shit flowed down the back of both legs.

I couldn't control myself: I just kept shitting and shitting and shitting.
It felt like I had a loaded diaper on. my underwear was heavy and warm.

All of a sudden, I could smell myself. Oh my GOD! I *reeked*. I smelled like
shit and piss and old beer, and the Mexican food that Miguel puked on me
last night. I immediately turned the shower on. But my trick wasn't going to
work this time. The mess wasn't on my uniform. it was in it.

I switched the shower off and the tub on. I thought to wash the mess out.
The warm water instantly soaked through my coveralls, but didn't do much for
the load in my shorts. It was being held in by the elastic.

What the hell was I going to do? I couldn't very well go to church like
this. I dried off the best I could. grabbing more towels to take into my
bedroom.

And then I saw my bed. I had passed out last night without thinking about my
sheets. They were stained brown and yellow and stank as bad as I did. My mom
was going to freak out when she saw them. Fuck! My mom! She would be coming
up the stairs any minute now to get me ready for church.

I jumped back in bed soaking wet, and pulled the covers up to my face. Just
in time, because I heard my mom coming up the stairs right then.

"Gene?" she asked. "Gene honey? Are you ok?"

She turned the corner just as I was getting back in bed. To her, everything
looked normal. But I bet it didn't smell normal.

I saw my mom wrinkle her nose at the odor in the room. "Not feeling well?"

I shook my head sadly, and did an instant acting job. "No mom. my stomach
doesn't feel well."

My mom could tell, just by the smell. "Do you need me to get you something?"

I said quickly, "No.. there's nothing left in my stomach." I turned over on
my side, still not letting my mom see my new uniform. "I think I'll sleep in
here and see if I feel better later."

"Ok," my mom said hesitantly. "We'll be a church if you need us. Dad has the
cell phone."

I couldn't wait for them to leave. I laid in bed motionless until I heard
the car leave the driveway. Then I laid there a bit longer. That was really
disgusting - laying in my own shit. I could feel the waterlogged mess in my
shorts, squishing up to my balls. I just hoped it didn't stain the sheets.

Oh fuck, the sheets! I jumped up from the bed, and yanked off the covers.
The sheets looked like a herd of sheep had been living in the bed for a
week. I stripped them off, and ran to the washing machine. With luck, I
would have enough time to do a load before my parents came home.

With the sheets in the laundry, I ran to the garage. I got an old tarpaulin
that my dad had stored there, and put it on my bed. The mattress was a
little wet, but I hoped my mom would just think I pissed the bed at some
point. Then, I got back in the bathtub to try and rinse some of the shit out
of my underwear.

In the warm water of the tub, I didn't have any more luck. The big load of
shit in my short had nowhere to go. Even if the hot water softened it, it
wasn't running down my legs. Well, maybe a little, but not enough to help.

While I was taking my second bath of the morning, I had to piss. I just let
it go in my uniform, hoping the warm water would rinse it away. I was
getting used to pissing that way.

I got up to dry off but couldn't find a towel. Fuck, I was running out! I
decided to try to do another load of laundry after my mom came home. In the
meantime, I dripped dry as much as I could. Then, I ran around the house,
doing some last minute chores: putting the sheets in the dryer, grabbing
some more food from the fridge, and emptying the piss that was filling the
large metal bowl. I had a feeling I'd need the bowl more later.

Then, minutes before my parents got home, I put the towels in the wash,
grabbed the sheets from the drier, and laid back down in bed on top of the
waterproof tarp, throwing the now-clean sheets over my body. When my mom
came back in the room, all she would see is the top of my head, and wouldn't
know I had been wearing the same coveralls non-stop for the last 72 hours.

The I waited. Waiting is the hardest part, isn't it? I could feel the
now-liquid mess in my underwear. The warm filth had squished up under my
balls, and was now completely filling the shorts like a diaper. I was
suddenly worried that I'd get diaper rash. Surely Lloyd was going to release
me from the coveralls when I went to work tomorrow, wouldn't he?

My mom came in to check on me. And besides the nasty stink of shit in the
air, I don't think she suspected anything.

"You ok, pumpkin?"

I hated it when she called me that. But I grimaced and acted like I was
sick. "I don't know what I ate." But then I thought better and added. "But
I'll be ok now that I used the bathroom."

My mom looked skeptical, but left me alone. "Just call if you need anything.
I can bring you up dinner if you want."

I was took scared to get up from bed and play World of Warcraft. I didn't
want anybody walking it and seeing me - dressing in soaking wet coveralls,
stinking of shit. So, I remained in bed all day.

Luckily, I have a TV set in my room, and I would quickly put in a DVD when I
didn't hear anybody in the hallway. But overall, it was a long day. I wasn't
really feeling sick, and I wanted to get up and do things, but instead I
played possum.

Even though I had drank nothing all day, I still had to piss twice. I
perfected the

About 6 pm, my mom checked in on me and brought some dinner. It was
vegetable soup, crackers, and 7UP. She's always so thoughtful. I thanked
her, but said I was going to try and go to sleep early. She agreed, and we
decided to see how I felt tomorrow.

Trying to sleep when you're not tired is difficult. Trying to sleep when
you're not tired *and* you've got a huge load of shit in your underwear is
even more difficult. I didn't know why, but I had a raging hardon for hours
that wouldn't go down. I guess I was just excited by the warm mushy feeling
on my dick. It was certainly more disgusting than erotic. But there I was
with a throbbing erection, and I couldn't do anything about it.

I tried rubbing myself again through the heavy canvas of the coveralls, but
nothing working. My pockets went down, not across. Sticking my hands in my
pockets just let me feel my upper thighs. It thought about trying to find a
yardstick, and sticking it down the neckhole of my coveralls, but decided
against it. I didn't want to hurt myself.

I can't tell you about the stink. I'd like to say that after 12 hours laying
in shit that I got used to the smell. And that was kind of true. But a
minute later, I'd roll over or something, and all this stench would squish
up through my neck hole. It had nowhere else to go, except maybe out my legs
by my dirty sneakers. But the neckhole farts were the worst, and the stink
would go right up my nose, making me sick. I was amazed that just when I
thought I couldn't stink any worse, I did.

Somehow, I managed to doze off. I didn't even hear my mom stick her head in
my bedroom to wish me good night. I woke up halfway through the night, and
had to piss. This time, I just let it go while I was laying down. I didn't
use the metal bowl. Instead, I let the piss pool under me. Then I wriggled
until my overalls soaked up the fluid. Then, I went back to sleep.

Going to sleep so early had the effect of making me wake up real early. At 4
am, I was wide awake. This was a good thing, because I realized I could
sneak out of the house unseen since everyone else was asleep. I grabbed some
leftovers from the refrigerator and took off.

It was a long walk to work, and I could feel the now-cold shit on my ass. I
guess some of the water had evaporated, or soaked in somehow, because it
didn't feel so liquid anymore. It was just like a mass of clay. I could feel
it heavy. weighing down my underwear in the back.

I got to work an hour before anyone else. I wasn't sure who was supposed to
open at 6 am. So, I sat outside the door, waiting. I bet I looked pretty
sad.

Sometime before 6, I had the urge to shit again. Oh no! I guess my body was
awake, and nature was working the way it should.  By reflex, I ran over to
the stinking port-o-potty, only to realize once again how stupid that idea
was. Instead, I just leaned over into a squat, and let gravity work.

It was awful trying to shit myself on purpose. I was doubled over and
grunting. The shit was a lot harder. maybe I was constipated trying to hold
it all in. It was right then that Jeremy walked up to unlock the garage,
seeing the strain on my face, trying to hold my stomach with my hands.

Jeremy laughed at me, "Hi Gene! You look like shit!"

I stood up suddenly. oh whew! That wasn't a good idea. I could feel the hot
new shit mixing the the old. My asshole slammed shut at the sudden noise.

"Um, oh. I uh." I stammered.

"That's ok," said Jeremy, "I know how you feel! We all went through that
when we started working here!"

Jeremy opened the garage and started turning on lights. I followed him in.

"Yeah, um," I started, "this has been embarrassing." Jeremy ignored me. "But
the initiation thing is over, right? I get to get out now, right?"

Jeremy turned to me with a weird look on his face. "Um, yeah, sure." He was
smiling. "Just wait 'til Lloyd gets here."

But Lloyd wasn't the next one in. That would be Ted, the other garage boy
about Jeremy's age. When he came in, he said, "Whooe! What stinks?" And then
he looked my direction and said, "Oh, hi Gene!"

Both boys laughed at me. My face turned red. I busied myself cleaning up the
garage, getting ready for the day ahead, but it was hard to walk around with
the huge load in my underwear. Even under my heavy coveralls, it was
noticeable. a huge lump making my butt look big. And it was sure noticeable
by smell.

Miguel can in a little before 8, looking pretty hangdog. I wondered if he
was still hungover from Saturday night.

"Hi, Gene," he said.

I nodded back at him. "You feeling ok after the concert?"

Miguel nodded, "Yeah. sorry for puking on you." Then he brushed a hand over
my shoulder. "I can still see it on your uniform."

Was he serious? Yeah, there was a distinct orange-yellow spot above my left
armpit. Fuck, that must be the rancid odor I was smelling under the shit
stink. Last time I help a drunk friend into his car.

Last of all came in Lloyd. And he was grinning from ear to ear and roaring.

"Well boys! Gene. did ya have a good weekend?" He laughed loudly at his
joke, and the rest of the boys joined in.

"Yeah, well," I said, looking at the floor.

"Well," said Lloyd, "I can't have you stinking up the place." He slapped a
big meaty fist into the seat of my uniform. I could feel hot and cold shit
splatter together. "You'll scare away the customers!"

I felt so humiliated I could sink into the floor. Instead, Lloyd grand a
handful of my uniform by my arm, and drug me to the drain in the middle of
the second bay. That was the drain all the grease and muck would go down
when I hosed out the garage.

"Wait there," ordered Lloyd," and he turned away to the tool bin. I looked
at the floor, my hand clasped nervously in front of me, and tried to ignore
the garage boys gathered around to look at the fun.

I nearly fainted when I saw Lloyd come back with a huge hunting knife. about
8 inches long and real thick. He stepped behind me and ordered, "Hand on yer
knees, boy!"

I thought he might stab me in the back. And sure enough, after I had bent
over, I felt the hunting knife play up and down my butt. over my ass cheeks
and down my thighs. Lloyd teased me like this for a few minutes, the boys
snickering behind my back, when all of a sudden, Lloyd stabbed me in the ass
with the knife.

Well, he didn't really stab me, though it felt like at the moment. Instead,
with a deft cut, Lloyd have cut the seam of the coveralls right over my
butthole. Then, he stuck the knife in and turned it around, making tattered
out of the ass of my underwear.

I couldn't say that it felt good, but there was some pressure relieved as
Lloyd drew out the knife, and shit squeezed out the new 2-inch hole in the
back of my uniform. Lloyd looked at the tip of his knife, and grimaced at
the shit smeared on the tip of it. He roughly smeared the shit on my right
shoulder to clean it, and then put the knife away.

More shit was pouring out of the new hole in the back of my pants, almost
like sausage out of a sausage maker. It felt disgusting, and I bet it looked
worse. Lloyd walked away from me, wrinkling his nose, and went to get the
shop hose - the one I used to hose down the floor. It's a real industrial
hose, with a real powerful stream.

"Bend over agin, boy," Lloyd ordered, and before I could comply fully, he
shoved the cold hard nozzle into the mess of shit streaming out of the hole
in my uniform. He wriggled the nozzle around, to get it in as deep as he
could.

Then he turned the stream on.

The force of the water knocked me over. It was like getting an entire river
up into my shorts. I fell on my face on the dirty floor. I was soaked. water
and shit streaming out the back of my coveralls and down my legs. Now that
the underwear was ripped, it no longer held any shit, and the flood was
starting to move.

Lloyd and the boys roared in laughter. "Git back over here!" he yelled.

Lloyd reached down with one powerful arm, and pulled the back of my uniform
until I was splayed over the shop drain. Then, he bent over and shoved the
hose back into its rightful place.

On all fours, the force of the water pinned me to the floor. The water shot
everywhere, shooting runny shit up through my neckhole and all over my face,
dripping onto the concrete. Gushes of water shot down both of my legs too.
But the force of the water seemed to do the trick. The big stinking load in
my shorts was being removed by sheer force. Somehow, even covered in flecks
of shit that I was, I felt cleaner. It was going to be certainly more
comfortabale to walk around.

The only thing uncomfortable was the temperature of the water. It was
freezing! I started shivering, even though the morning temperature in the
garage was at least seventy, and would climb over ninety in a few hours,
make all us garage boys sweat. Lloyd watched me twitching on the floor,
trying to get away from the water, but also chilled to the bone.

After a few more minutes of this torture, he stopped. The front of my
coveralls were soaked through, and shitty water was still streaming down my
legs, staining my tennis shoes. But at least the mass of shit was gone.

The garage boys turned away, since the show was over. I was starting to
realize that, cleaned off inside and out like I was, I wasn't going to get
out of the stinking coveralls that morning. If ever.

Lloyd stomped away, calling over his shoulder at the dripping miserable heap
on the floor, "Git up boy. you got lots of work to do today!"