>>52404448Except then, her bladder released. Both of those red bulls and the three iced teas from lunch all flooded out right there. She didn't even realize that she had to pee because her need to poop was so overwhelming.
Penny then tried to get out of their immediately. The bathroom was doing her no good, and the embarrassment was too much. Even though she might be able to get new clothes, she'd have to explain to her friends. Penny rushed to the front door, only to be stopped by the employee at the front desk.
"WHAT ARE YOU HIDING IN YOUR PANTS, YOUNG LADY?"
No.
"YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T STEAL FROM THIS STORE! DON'T THINK YOU WERE GOING TO BE ABLE TO HIDE MERCHANDISE IN YOUR CLOTHES!"
Please no.
"I'LL BE TAKING THAT BACK RIGHT NOW, MISS!"
The employee grabbed Penny, clearly unable to smell the now obvious turd in her pants. It was an older woman, somewhere in her 60s, clearly lost her sense of smell with eyesight not what it used to be. She pulled Penny's pants down, thinking nothing of such a violation of her privacy, and that's when it happened.
The turd fell out.
There was no other way to put it. It was fucking huge. Easily the size of a newborn baby. Penny's odd eating habits made it so she was only pooping a couple of times a week, her bowels weren't moving properly. Even with how little she ate, it would still just stay inside her for a while. And that made it really pungent. So much so that even the old woman smelled it.
At this point, her friends noticed too, and were horrified. Penny was mortified, crying, having been embarrassed in every way possible. The old woman started swearing in some language that Penny didn't recognize. The old woman picked up the phone to call another employee whose day off it was, to come help her clean up this turd. Penny began to get up, make sure everything was shaken off, pulled her pants up and began to jog back home.
And that is why Penny rarely shows up to the Academy these days.
