This one started into an unusual new theme requested by someone on another site, so if you're not a fan, no worries. The next few stories will explore the theme more, so bear with me.
It took a while for Heather to make her decision, supported and offered future support by her partners in Lauren and Kelsie. They had offered going to birthing classes with her, supporting her during the birth of the baby, her aftercare, all of it. They were truly the best friends and partners she could ever ask for. She wanted to simply do something that would help others. And while she wanted to eventually have a child of her own, she wasn't at that point in her life, and she concluded she'd be happy to give life to someone else's dreams of having a family in an alternative way.
Finally, she sought out a pathway to surrogacy, and a young couple was put in touch with her. They instantly fell in love with her and knew she would be their chosen surrogate. The paperwork was filed quickly, the procedure was done, and Heather found out shortly thereafter that she had a healthy pregnancy and was expected to be a very low risk one at that.
As the early weeks came and went, she informed her boss, who offered any number of solutions to help, including a good leave after the birth. Heather had a realization, which was that if she did things as normal flying solo, she'd be able to continue putting herself in desperate situations, likely even more often, which turned her on a great deal. That thought convinced her to confidently say no to most offers of assistance from her boss with the caveat that if things changed, she'd engage with him first. Morning sickness was also blessedly short-lived for Heather, so she was quickly able to enjoy her pregnancy.
One thing she did figure out was that the young couple whose baby was growing inside her really liked the idea of coming by to see her frequently and check how their baby was doing, as well as checking to see if there was anything they could do for Heather. No matter how much she reassured them, they were over at least once a week, usually right after work, then sometimes once on a weekend day. They were nice people and had offered to help Heather with anything she needed, even after the baby was born, as she was literally saving their future.
The only occasional problem with the visits as Heather figured out was that she often found herself holding after work, or during a weekend visit day, and she'd have to suffer through a visit with the young couple while desperately holding bladder or bowels just a little longer. There were times early on where she was already starting to have an accident and was forced to pretend like she was fine, only allowing herself to lose control once they walked out the door.
One of these situations happened in the first couple months, before she started showing. She had deprived herself bathroom access starting just after getting to work and was holding her second pee of the day and a three-day load in her bowels. She apparently forgot the couple had planned to come over today. As she walked in, her bladder tight as a drum and a large log poking out of her anus, intending to go straight to the bathroom, the couple was on the couch waiting and immediately got up to give her a warm hug, and talk about how things were going. The visit was short, barely 20 minutes, but it was torturous to Heather, barely containing her needs which were starting to seem more desperate more easily as the days went on. She barely kept from filling her panties until the couple said their good-byes, and completely exploded on the living room floor just as they were stepping out the door. She hoped they hadn't heard the whimper from her as she lost control.
Heather was now 3 months into her pregnancy, and thought, or maybe just imagined, she was feeling little flutters in her belly from the new life growing inside. She wanted to embrace the experience, even if it wasn't her baby. One day, but for now she'd still cherish the little feelings as the pregnancy got further along. Her holding activity hadn't changed of course, and Lauren and Kelsie had been very supportive since the beginning with everything, from helping with morning sickness and occasional cravings, to helping her keep holding when her body really wanted to be uncooperative.
This particular day, a Thursday, Heather had gone to work on a three-day hold, once again forgetting in pregnancy brain that she had agreed to her young couple coming over for a short visit after work. That mistake would cost her later, as she would find out. In addition, Lauren and Kelsie were holding their bladders until they got home, just for added fun.
As the morning went on, Heather started slowly feeling her bladder filling again, but of more concern was her large load knocking on her back door strongly now. Leading up to lunch, she had felt a turtlehead nearly come out a couple times but had squeezed her ass shut in time to keep her panties clean. It was a quiet day, so she had only helped a few customers, and all with minor things that didn't take long. She told herself she'd go use the bathroom right before lunch, but right as she was about to slip away to the bathroom, another customer showed up with a minor thing to handle. Heather squirmed against her bowel movement trying to push out, and her bladder which was now getting pretty full. She helped the customer with their task, printed a receipt doing only a slight potty dance, then waited to make sure no one else was coming before flipping the lunch sign on the door. She needed to eat her lunch so she had time to finish before break ended in half an hour. She'd have to wait to visit the bathroom.
She finished lunch in about twenty minutes but sat for a few more savoring her feelings of desperation. As 25 minutes came and went, Heather finally said to herself, "Now to go potty so I don't have to hold it until I close."
