It was a cold wet winters morning, by now S had got herself a job in a local factory on a production line, I wasn't too happy about it as I'd heard one or two horror stories, not just from her, but from others who worked there too.They employed about a hundred women on the lines and there was only about a dozen men, these did the heavy work and kept the lines running, but there was a bit of a bullying culture, an easy thing given that most of the girls were in their late teens of early twenties. Now one problem with a production line is it never stops, well not outside official break times anyway so, if you need to relieve yourself you have to ask the supervisor to take over and this is where a certain amount of bullying took place because, the supervisors were male. If one of the girls raised her hand they knew she needed the toilet and certain supervisors took great pleasure in making some of the girls wait until they were almost bursting, incidentally it was always the slim good looking ones who tended to wear tight jeans or leggings, the only thing the company provided was a tabard and a pair of wellingtons, the girls had to change into these on arrival and leave their own footwear in their lockers. Now the day before this particular incident S had come home and told me that an attractive young girl had been made to wait so long for the toilet that she'd actually wet herself! Not only that but the supervisor had shouted out for a cleaner with a mop and bucket as "one of the girls has pissed her pants!, the poor girl was terribly embarrased and forced to finish her shift in wet jeans. Now as I said, this particular morning was cold and wet and since it was my day off S had decided to let me have a lie in and make her own way to work on the bus, she was wearing her usual outfit of a jumper and black leggings, only today, because of the weather, she'd decided to wear her thigh boots, it was a decision she'd regret later. It was halfway through her shift and she needed to relieve herself so she raised her hand, the supervisor acknowledged her and said she'd have to wait a few minutes, by the time he came to take over S was on the verge of going in her pants! She hurried off to the female changing room and rushed into the toilet cubicle and then she saw them, lying in the toilet bowl with the soft leather shafts hanging over the edge were her thigh boots, they were also covered in a white sticky fluid, given the amount it was clear more than one person had been involved. The shock of this was all too much for her and before she knew it she'd relieved herself in her leggings! She pulled her boots from the bowl, pulled off her wellingtons and put on the boots, spunk still dripping down the long black boot shafts. She ran out of the building and rang me to tell me she needed picking up, but wouldn't say why, I could tell though that she was quite upset and it was only in the car on the way home that she told me what had happened. She never returned to work after that although I did, only once though, and from what I heard later several people lost their jobs over the incident, they should consider themselves very lucky, if I'd have got hold of them they'd have lost several teeth as well.