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!"