Heathers Extreme Hold

The relationship between Lauren, Kelsie and Heather had evolved after their weekend trip. It was a threesome, but an intimate and caring one that each held in high regard. No one wanted to get married, so it was easy to just have an intimate relationship between the three of them without any other strings. Heather finally moved in as it was closer to her work, and Lauren and Kelsie had insisted it wouldn't be the same without her.

Heather had been brought up to speed on all of Lauren and Kelsie's holds, the scenarios, how they had first met, and she was into the idea of more holding scenarios. She especially liked the emergency landing scenario for the deprivation of access, ultimately leading to accidents for both Lauren and Kelsie. She also liked the idea of being taken to her limit and beyond by someone telling her when she was allowed to use the bathroom. Both an extreme bladder hold, and an extreme bowel hold were appealing to Heather, so she told the other two what she wanted.

Finally, the opportunity had come to do her extreme bowel hold, so Heather started holding on a Wednesday. Work was easy Wednesday; she was starting to feel it on Thursday but was able to ignore it. As she got off work Thursday, she was noticing a slight need to poop, but she was ready to hold it longer. She informed Lauren and Kelsie of her progress, and they stated in no uncertain terms that she wouldn't be pooping anytime soon.

Heather woke up a little late on Friday to find that Lauren and Kelsie had just left for work. Both would be back early though, as Kelsie had coverage for the later part of the day from someone who owed her. There was a note on the table saying, "Breakfast plate in the fridge, eat up! Oh, and you can't poop unless you have our permission. -- Lauren"

Heather smiled, realizing this was going to be a very interesting day. She had only held it past three days once, with much difficulty, and only because Kelsie had forced her log back into her rectum. She wasn't sure how she'd manage this time without the same thing happening, but she had to try.

As the hours went by, Heather's need for a poop transitioned from "I need to poop," to "I'm desperate to shit," and she was squirming from the desperation and effort required to hold her load in her bowels by the time Lauren and Kelsie returned from work. Kelsie recognized the signals and quietly informed Heather that it wasn't her time to poop yet, and she'd need to keep holding it. Heather groaned at hearing that, but kept squeezing her ass shut, trying to prolong this as long as possible.

As afternoon became evening, Heather was struggling to keep from prairie dogging, and knew it was only a matter of time. As the three women sat down to dinner, Heather was doing a pronounced potty dance in her seat, and Lauren and Kelsie realized she must really be distracted by her need to shit. They decided then that the best call would be watching a movie, and hopefully distracting Heather from her need. Lauren, ever the planner, proposed this, and the other two agreed. They all sat on the couch together with snacks and drinks, a large blanket over their laps.

As the movie started, Heather was shifting around uncomfortably, indicating to Lauren and Kelsie she was still quite focused on her desperation. As the movie went on, the shifting became bouncing, open crossing of legs, and occasionally squeezing herself beneath the blanket. It was obvious she was fighting against two needs, and keeping her bowels full had to be the priority. Kelsie said, "Do you need to pee?"

"Yes," Heather answered, "but I'm afraid if I sit down to pee, I'm going to shit too. I need to go really badly."

"Come with me," Kelsie said, "I'll help you out." Lauren and Heather both followed. They got to the bathroom with Heather doing a serious potty dance and grabbing both her front and back. "Now pull down your panties and sit," Kelsie said, "I promise I won't let you shit."

"Wait, what??"

"Just trust me."

"Okay, fine."

Heather slid her panties off her amazing ass, which of course Kelsie and Lauren stared at, feeling very aroused at how hard she appeared to be clenching. She very cautiously sat down, and it looked like she was just trying to hold everything in. Kelsie said kindly, kneeling next to the toilet, "Now let go of your bladder. It needs to be empty."

Heather struggled to relax, and her pee started, softly at first. As it got heavier, she felt her anus opening and whimpered, and Kelsie's hand was immediately covering it and pushing on her log to keep it fully in her rectum as she peed for nearly a minute. She finally felt more in control of her bowels and thanked Kelsie for the assistance and they returned to the movie, all three distracted by the arousal from what they'd just seen and done.

As the movie started wrapping up, Heather was shifting uncomfortably again, occasionally grunting, and it was clear that her bowels were pushing very hard to get their load out, and that Heather was fighting even harder. She'd grimace a few times as a thick turtlehead came out, and she managed to suck it back in. It was obvious to anyone watching that Heather was extremely desperate to shit.

As the movie ended, Lauren suggested it might be best for Heather to go and get some sleep, and they'd reassess her need in the morning. They all got ready for bed, Heather doing another serious potty dance, and she had to pee again before going to bed. As before, she couldn't sit down without pooping, so she stood over the toilet, ass clenched, panties to her side and peed standing up. It was an innovative technique, Lauren and Kelsie thought, but were still surprised when she didn't start shitting. She was panting and grunting to keep her load contained as she said good night and walked to her room, and Lauren and Kelsie walked to theirs.

"Bell?" Kelsie asked, "Do we put one on her door?"

"Is that even an honest question? Of course we do."

Kelsie giggled at the sneaky and arousing nature of what they were about to do. Then she and Lauren went to get that lone bell on a string Lauren had received from a friend years ago who went on some silly holiday train, cupped it to keep it from ringing, and very carefully put it on Heather's doorknob. The early warning system would now alert them if Heather attempted to reach the bathroom across the hall in the middle of the night, as desperate as she was.

For Heather's part, she struggled to get to sleep initially, unable to think of anything but not shitting her panties and bed. Finally, she dozed off and was asleep until about 3 before her bowels woke her up again. She had to immediately put all her energy into squeezing her asshole shut, but it didn't totally work. Her giant log was suddenly poking out into her panties, and she carefully stepped out of bed, intending to go to the bathroom. She still intended to fight this poop back in, but she wanted to be near the toilet if she couldn't. She went to her door and opened it, instantly met with a loud clanging of a bell outside the door, and moments later Lauren was in front of her blocking her path to the bathroom. "Go back to bed dear, you aren't allowed in that bathroom." Heather groaned, but complied, and once her door was closed, she put a couple fingers on the tip of her large log and pushed it back into her rectum, groaning with discomfort the whole time. She struggled to get back to sleep, constantly fighting her overloaded bowels to keep her panties empty.

When Heather finally awoke again at about 6, Lauren and Kelsie were waiting for her. They heard the bell and were anxiously awaiting Heather's arrival in the kitchen. "Good morning," Kelsie said, "how's it going?" Heather looked a little tired and it was obvious why.

"Well, I barely slept and look at my belly!" Kelsie looked at her belly below her shirt, and it was bulging out like she was in the early stages of pregnancy. "I need to take a shit so badly, it's unreal!"

"Well," Lauren said, "regardless you're not allowed to take a shit, you're going to keep holding it."

"What if I can't?"

"You don't have a choice, that baby of yours isn't due yet."

Heather groaned but accepted that this wasn't supposed to be an easy hold, and cautiously ate breakfast. After breakfast she showered, struggling against a massive turtlehead the whole time, and got in a skirt and panties that weren't too tight.

Lauren and Kelsie suggested they go out on a short trip, the two smiling at each other about the repeat of events they were planning. Heather protested that she had to go too badly to leave the house and not shit herself, but the other two weren't going to accept that, and they left a few minutes later after Heather struggled to safely pee.

It took a little while to get to their destination, Heather vocally fighting back her massive shit the whole way. When they got there, Heather realized what was happening. They got in after a reminder to try to act normally, and that she wasn't allowed to poop. They started shopping for panties and some leggings, Heather realizing she might be made to model these things while fighting back the imminent birth of her turd baby.

After a few minutes trying to act like she wasn't about to shit her panties, Heather suddenly found herself quickly ushered into a changing room with Lauren and Kelsie hugging the wall and handing items to her to try out. There were three pairs of sexy panties, and one set of leggings. Heather briefly protested again, but Lauren and Kelsie weren't changing their minds.

Heather first stripped off her panties and skirt with some difficulty, panting with the mild compression of her overfilled bowels. Then she tried on the first pair, a lacey light blue, struggling to get them on as her turtlehead pushed out again. She had the presence of mind to show Kelsie and Lauren as her poop attempted its exit before she squeezed it back in. The next pair were basic grey, which she struggled with only a tiny bit less, then put the leggings on knowing that was all the break she'd get from her urges. She twirled around briefly for the other two, who gave their approval, then she stripped those off to try the last pair. The last was a simple peach colored pair with a full bottom. As Heather started pulling them on, her bowels were pushing again, and right when they covered her ass, she groaned as her massive log came out again, this time more than she could squeeze back in, and she whimpered as it lightly pushed out the seat of these panties which weren't hers. Kelsie acted quickly despite Heather's protest about staining, and put her fingers on the log, pushing it back into Heather's rectum once more. Then she looked at Heather, giggled and said, "I guess it's these and the leggings then?"

They left and paid after Heather got back into her panties and skirt, grunting with the desperation she was feeling from her bowels, knowing she wasn't going to be able to poop anytime soon. They finally got back home, and Heather started doing a significant poop dance as the other two watched her struggle. They gave each other a knowing look. They had to start figuring out how this would end, because despite their efforts, Heather simply wouldn't be able to keep her load in her bowels much longer, as she was evidently struggling quite a lot to keep from shitting herself. They briefly talked amongst themselves, and decided to aim for dinner tonight, though they weren't sure how they wanted to see it end. Then Lauren had an idea. "Heather, I thought about an idea for making this end in a different way, are you open to a different idea?"

"UUUGH... NNNGH... yeah, but what?"

"Well," Lauren said, "there's been a lot of talk today about you being pregnant with poop, your turd baby, what if we just carried on with that theme? You know, you're in 'labor' until sometime this evening, maybe after dinner, then you finally 'give birth' to this beautiful baby you've had inside you for so long?"

"Wow," Heather said, grunting then with a powerful urge to shit, "I... OOOH...AAAH... think that sounds fun and different. Just gotta find me a comfortable spot to have my baby."

Kelsie giggled at the unusual nature of this sudden scenario Lauren had come up with and joked, "I wonder how big it'll be?"

The other two chuckled and Heather said, "It feels pretty... NNNGH... big, so I guess we'll see."

As the day went on, Heather's contractions only got worse. She barely managed to eat lunch as she was feeling such powerful urges to shit, and she started prairie dogging multiple times only to have to push her huge log back into her rectum slowly and painfully. It wasn't time to give birth to this thing yet, so she had to keep it in just a little longer.

After lunch Heather was beside herself with near-constant urges to push, but she was told by Lauren she 'wasn't dilated enough' to start pushing yet and would need to wait to shit even longer. She danced around, squeezed, clenched, grunted and breathed through the contractions of her bowels, and did everything she could to keep the load inside until it was time. Shortly before dinner, Heather said in a grunting voice, sweat forming on her forehead, "I... UUUGH... NNNGH... think... it's... tiiiime... this... baby... is... HNNNGH... coming... now...." It was obvious to her partners Lauren and Kelsie that she couldn't keep her turd baby in anymore and would be giving birth in the next few minutes.

They guided her to their bedroom and a comfy backless couch pulled from the wall a short distance. There were lots of pillows, and a towel on the couch with a trash bag beneath it, just in case her bladder emptied at the same time. These two had really made a functional bed for giving birth to her turd baby out of basically nothing. She was almost touched, other than realizing how silly it all was. Still, she was thrilled to be shitting like this in front of Lauren and Kelsie, so she focused on getting comfortable. She had stripped naked with a sheet covering her breasts to preserve some of her dignity. Her belly was bulging at this point almost as if she was actually pregnant, all three thought, and everyone including Heather suddenly thought without saying so that Heather would make a very cute pregnant lady.

Finally, they had her on the bed, and it was time for Heather to finally be allowed to shit. Lauren told her to let go, caressing her leg softly. Heather finally stopped fighting, and her massive log poked out quickly into daylight. She sighed as it came out beyond her control, then it immediately stopped. "It's crowning," Lauren said, "I think you'll need to push this baby the rest of the way."

"I think you're right; it almost feels too big to come out on its own."

"Okay, take a deep breath and push."

Heather exhaled, then sharply inhaled and started pushing. Her enormous and compacted log came out of her constipated bowels another couple inches and stopped again when she stopped pushing. She was trying to breathe through the urges, trying not to be overwhelmed by the pain of her stuck bowel movement, when Lauren said, "Another deep breath and another push."

Heather panted, then controlled her breathing and pushed hard, her massive shit moving another couple inches. Half a foot was out of her now, and Lauren and Kelsie were offering soft touches, comforting words, and Kelsie even wiped the sweat off her forehead with a damp washcloth. It occurred to Heather if she ever did have a baby, these two would make excellent birthing partners. Why was she thinking about that? She told herself to focus on the massive bowel movement splitting her open, her... turd baby? She'd have to discuss this more with Lauren and Kelsie when her ordeal was over.

Nearly ten minutes had passed with multiple pushes and a log that was now a foot-long tail sticking painfully out of Heather's asshole and laying on the towel. She was groaning with the pain of her violently stretched hole and the intense cramping in her bowels trying to force the load out. Lauren gave her encouragement then and said, "I know it hurts, you're almost there, just a couple more big pushes and you'll be done!" Kelsie cooled down Heather's forehead again just then, and Heather grunted hard as she bore down to push her baby out just a little more. It grew to a foot and a half before it stopped again, Heather breathing heavily with the exertion, completely red in the face. Lauren caressed her legs and hips again, and playfully grabbed her soft ass, which caused an exhausted Heather to smile.

"One more good push sweetie," Lauren said then, "and you'll be done. Give me all you have!"

Heather exhaled to clear her lungs, then inhaled sharply and nearly screamed as she gave one final hard push, and the rest of her thick bowel movement quickly launched out of her ass onto the towel, finally ending with a few loud farts at nearly three feet total. A small amount of soft poop sputtered out of her to finish out, and she was finally empty. She heaved a sigh of relief and had a few tears in her eyes after having the most exhausting bowel movement of her entire life. She thought then about giving birth, and how she always wanted to experience it. Was this what it was like? She was broken from her thoughts by Kelsie saying with a giggle, "Congratulations on your healthy baby... poo!" They all giggled at the silly nature of the statement, the situation, the scenario itself, and coincidentally how much closer it had made them.

A moment later Heather whimpered and said, "Oh no, I'm going to pee!" Lauren asked, "Think you can make it to the toilet?" Heather quickly answered as her bladder exploded all over her giant shit and the towel, "Nope!"

The scenario ended up being a bonding experience for all three, more than any of them counted on, and Heather finally revealed her feelings on pregnancy and birth, and the other two women provided support to their partner, who soon decided she'd become a surrogate for a couple who couldn't have a baby of their own.