Lori Ch 02 3

It had been a few months since Lori had been so unlucky as to have her bladder deprived of relief all day, and though she'd had a couple close calls, she hadn't experienced anything like it again. She had held it long enough to be arousing and figured out that if she was desperately full of pee, it would start to get her aroused the longer she was deprived of that relief.

Finally, she had reached graduation, which was tomorrow morning. She was nervous, excited, and not quite sure what to expect other than the freedom of college. Maybe it was the excitement and nerves, but it occurred to Lori that evening that she hadn't pooped in a couple days, and she was usually a once per day or maybe every other day pooper. She hoped she could relieve her bowels before graduation tomorrow, but nothing seemed to be moving tonight. She'd have to try in the morning. Her graduation was at 11, with a graduation party right after that which would probably last all afternoon. She couldn't worry about her bowels now though, so she set her dress out for the morning, brushed her teeth and peed one last time before going to bed.

The morning of graduation, Lori woke up because her bladder was literally about to burst, so she jumped out of bed and speed waddled to the bathroom, thumping her ass on the toilet seat and exploding for well over a minute. With a sigh of relief and a mild pee shudder, she finally wiped and got into the shower, forgetting for the moment that she was going to try to poop. After showering she got dressed in some loose fitting clothes to relax and prep her hair and makeup for graduation. Her parents had arranged everything for the graduation party, so she wouldn't need to worry about any of that. She had breakfast after doing her hair and makeup, and the breakfast made her immediately remember that she was going to try to poop. She finished her breakfast then and walked to her bathroom to try to poop. She pulled down her pants and panties, sat for a moment getting comfortable, then tried to push to get her poop moving. Unfortunately, after more than ten minutes pushing, Lori could only get out a few long farts. Her asshole opened twice, but nothing was coming out. Maybe it just wasn't coming out today. She hated the idea of being constipated during graduation, but it didn't seem like she had much choice.

She realized a few minutes later she was nearly out of time before she had to leave for rehearsal. Her dad was running around the house making sure things were packed, which meant they'd be leaving very soon. Of course, right as Lori was starting to get her dress over her shoulders, the need to poop hit her like a bag of bricks. She needed to poop, and it needed to happen soon. She was about to walk into her bathroom when her dad intercepted her and said, "Lori, we need to get going. Got everything you need?"

"I was just about to..." she started to say right before her dad cut her off.

"Just get what you need and meet us in the car, we need to go!"

He was panicked because he was never late anywhere. Lori simply thought as she squeezed her ass around her imminent and much needed bowel movement, "Yeah, I definitely need to go, he's not wrong." She'd have to wait though, because he'd start honking the horn and pissing off the neighbors any minute. The problem was she wasn't quite sure she could wait. Lori commanded herself to be calm, that she was an adult, about to graduate high school, and she could find a bathroom at rehearsal. She threw on her shoes and grabbed a bottle of water to throw in her purse, then walked to the car.

The drive was short, and they arrived a few minutes ahead of schedule, and her dad was finally relaxed. Lori was not though. She was nervous she'd mess up in some small way during the rehearsal or graduation itself, and now she had to poop quite badly, which certainly wasn't helping her nerves. At one point right after arriving, she glanced at her mom and realized she must be in a similar situation, as often happened when her dad panicked and rushed them out the door. She couldn't tell whether her mom needed to pee or poop, or both, but she was tense enough that she clearly needed to do something. Lori just hoped she and her mom could find relief soon.

To that end, Lori realized she had a few minutes before rehearsal, so she walked toward the closest building with bathrooms. She really needed to get this bowel movement out before rehearsal, or she'd be pretty miserable. As she walked into the building, she realized she'd missed a detail. Families of all her classmates were here, and there was a long line. She wouldn't have time to poop before rehearsal. Just her luck really. Just then she remembered a few months ago when she'd been deprived relief of her bursting bladder all day and sincerely hoped that wasn't how today was shaping up. She brushed that thought aside and walked to the next building hoping for some luck but found a similar line. She swore silently at her bad luck, then walked back toward the outside assembly area for rehearsal still holding in a pretty urgent poop. This was not shaping up to be a very good day. She just needed to wait until rehearsal ended and she could zip to another bathroom farther away to rid herself of the urgent load in her bowels.

Rehearsal started, and Lori slowly sipped her water as they walked through the plan, the order of everything, the speeches, the process for receiving diplomas, and the ceremonial throwing of caps, and how not to hit someone accidentally with a cap. Why that even needed to be said, Lori wasn't sure, but it probably had to do with some dumb boy who did it once because he thought it was funny. The whole thing lasted over an hour and was approaching an hour and a half as Lori's poop started poking out of her ass again, and she had to clench tightly to keep it in her round behind. It was becoming tough to keep this monster in her bowels, and she knew she'd have to walk to a farther building to find a bathroom that wasn't crowded. Hopefully she had enough time to get in, have a nice satisfying poop, then get to her graduation on time.

Finally, the rehearsal ended, and Lori checked her watch. Just about fifteen minutes before they'd start lining up to hit the stage for the ceremony, she'd have to walk quickly if she wanted to have time to poop. She started making her way to the arts building, far away enough it might not be busy. Her poop was sitting uncomfortably in her rectum, making her pace a little slower than usual. She finally walked in, found the bathroom and walked up to the door and pushed. The door didn't move, it must have been locked up. She had to go to another closer building, hoping there wasn't a line. She quickly walked to the next nearest building, and walked around the corner to find a line longer than before, and at the back of it was her mom, doing a mild potty dance. Lori said, "I never expected such big lines, and I have to poop. I might not get that chance at this rate."

Her mom, Nora, said, "I've had to go both ways since I woke up, but with party prep I never got a chance. I probably won't get to go either the way these lines are moving. I hate when your dad rushes us. I really need to go badly."

Lori responded sympathetically, "Helps to know I'm not alone. I may try the gym when this is all done, as long as I don't shit myself before then."

Nora giggled at her daughter's blunt language, knowing she was likely responsible for that and said, "I might join you, assuming I don't explode before then."

A minute later they both groaned at being denied relief, and left the line to go take their places for the ceremony.

The ceremony started as Lori and her mom both struggled against their urgent needs. The speeches seemed to last forever as both kept feeling their bowels trying to push their loads into their panties, both clenching to prevent accidents, and a few times Nora had to discreetly squeeze her crotch to keep from pissing her panties and dress.

Finally, Lori was next up to get her diploma. Her row had been standing, and she had been struggling to keep her poop contained. When she was called up, she started walking forward, feeling her monster shit opening her asshole, and clenched hard as she was shaking hands with the principal and superintendent, keeping her poop inside her rectum for the moment. She finally walked back to her seat, then sat with her row when they finished, saving her from her poop coming out further. The rest of the ceremony was a struggle as Lori and Nora both sat desperately in need of a bathroom.

Finally, the ceremony ended, and Lori threw her cap, then picked it up for the usual pictures and went to find her mom. A few seconds later they found each other, and Lori whispered to Nora, "Mom, I gotta go so badly, we need to go find that bathroom."

Nora replied with a strained voice, "Ugh... yeah, I'm about to have an accident, so let's go."

They hadn't taken two steps when Lori's dad stepped into their path saying, "Picture time!" Goddamnit, Lori and Nora both thought. But the sooner they got it done, the sooner he'd stop bugging them and they could relieve themselves. So, they both suffered through pictures trying their best to act like they weren't desperate for a bathroom, then escaped to walk to the gym.

The walk was agonizingly slow, both women struggling greatly with their needs, Nora more so because she was trying to contain her bladder and bowels. They finally made it up the hill to the front of the school and to the gymnasium. When they approached the door, Nora was behind, Lori in front. Lori approached the door and pulled the handle, and nothing happened. She squeezed the latch, pulling again, and the door didn't move. Was the gym locked too? No way was her luck this bad again! And now her mom was suffering too. The two women looked at each other with equal desperation after being denied relief again, and Nora said in a moment of brief composure, "Maybe we can say some casual goodbyes and convince your dad that we need to leave early to prep for the party."

"I hope so," Lori said, "because I need to go so badly."

"Me too honey," Nora said, "me too."

A few minutes after waddling back to the crowd, they'd convinced her dad to leave early, and they made their way to the car for the drive home. Nora looked in bad shape, Lori thought, and she was hoping her mom wouldn't have an accident. Nora was close to it, but she was hell bent on making it to her bathroom and not having an accident. Though she could feel herself touching cloth as they pulled into the driveway.

When they finally got out of the car, Nora made a waddling awkward dash for the front door, keys coming out of her purse as she went, and rushed in the door with Lori right behind her, Lori's dad right behind both of them. As Nora ran down the hall, Lori got pulled away by her dad to help set up the table in the backyard, despite her deepest desire to go sit on the toilet to get relief of her aching bowels.

Nora, completely at the end of her rope, dashed into the closest bathroom, which was Lori's, unable to wait a moment longer as her poop started pushing out the seat of her panties. She closed and locked the door and was dancing in place, pulling her dress up and panties over her log with literal milliseconds to spare as she launched her round ass onto the toilet seat as her poop started falling out of her before she was even seated. Her first log actually landed on the back of the toilet seat, and she could feel it touching her ass, but she had no time to worry about that as foot after foot of her enormous poop held in for too long completely filled the bowl, followed by her overfilled bladder exploding in the water below for nearly two minutes. She nearly had an orgasm with the powerful release.

When she was finally done, Nora took a look. The bowl was completely filled with her shit, the water was a light brownish yellow from the bladder full of pee she'd released, and there was an eight-inch-long log draped over the back of the toilet seat. She quickly grabbed some toilet paper to remove the offending log and wipe the seat, then sat down and wiped until she was clean. Almost mindlessly, she automatically flushed, and realized a second too late that might have been a bad idea. The water rose in the bowl and never dropped. She had clogged the toilet badly, and her thoughts suddenly turned to her daughter who still had yet to get her desperately needed relief. She felt instant shame as she tried in vain to plunge the toilet and had no success. She'd have to find a private way to inform Lori her toilet was clogged and her husband to see if he could unclog it.

Lori was helping her dad put things on the table in the backyard when Nora came out, and right when she was about to tell Lori about the predicament, the first couple guests started arriving. Nora had to wait to convey things to anyone as she invited them in and sent them toward the backyard.

As the first guests started mingling, Lori was trying her best not to look like she was desperate to poop, greeting and hugging her guests and thanking them for coming. She hoped the bathroom was free, because she needed to get on that toilet very badly now as she felt herself prairie dogging again despite her clenching. As a couple more guests arrived, Lori found herself unable to step away long enough to disappear to the bathroom. It was about this time that Nora found Lori, and asked if she could talk to her privately. What was this about? When they were out of earshot of the others, with Lori doing a more obvious poop fidget without other people watching, Nora said, "Lori, I hate to say this, but I clogged your toilet really badly. I'm going to see if I can let your dad know in a moment so he can unclog it. If you can't wait that long, please feel free to use my bathroom."

"Seriously mom?? This sucks! I need to go!"

"I'm so sorry, I feel so bad. I just nearly had an accident, I actually started losing it before I even sat down. I can't believe I clogged it. Anyway, let me talk to your dad, and I'll tell him to inform me once it's done so you can go. Otherwise, like I said, just use my bathroom."

Lori looked as distraught as Nora thought she might, dancing in place trying to hold back what she knew was a very urgent poop. She felt truly awful, and had to tell her husband quickly so Lori didn't have to wait much longer. She immediately left Lori to go find her husband. He didn't react too well, but said he'd get to it as soon as he could. Nora was worried she might need to remind him though, as he tended to go "host mode" and never break away to do anything else.

Lori kept watching her dad from time to time, hoping he'd disappear into the house for a while, but he never did. Her poop was trying harder to come out by the minute, and she wasn't sure she was going to be able to keep it in much longer. And now, as she'd been sipping on water and totally focused on her bowels, it suddenly occurred to Lori that she needed to pee badly too. She'd been denied her relief at every turn, and with her dad still in host mode, she was quickly realizing she'd need to use her mom's bathroom if she wanted to avoid an accident. A couple minutes later she finally made her decision and politely excused herself from the conversation she was barely engaged in and waddled into the house with legs tightly pressed together to contain both her bladder and bowels.

Lori closed the sliding door and waddled to her mom's room telling herself, "Just a little longer Lori, just hold it. Gotta go so bad... so desperate!" She approached the door, which was oddly closed, and tried twisting the door handle. It didn't move, so she tried it again. Was it sticking as happened in this old house? No, the door was locked, why was it locked? Now she couldn't get into the one working bathroom as her needs were almost too much to handle. She nearly cried. She couldn't ask her dad to unlock the door so she could take a desperately needed piss and shit, that was just too embarrassing. She was being forced to hold it even longer, and there was no real choice. Even her mom probably didn't have the key to their bedroom door as her dad had a control thing about locks. Knowing she would need to wait longer for her desperately needed relief, she took a moment to take some deep breaths and compose herself, then waddled back to the party, even more desperate to use the bathroom. Although she now realized she was feeling slightly aroused because of how badly she needed to go. Still, she needed relief of her aching bladder and bowels, and it was becoming more alarming by the minute how full she was.

After another half hour, Lori noticed her mom approach her dad quietly again, and he glanced her way and disappeared into the house. As she continued to squeeze everything shut, she waited desperately for word from her mom that her toilet was working again. She didn't notice another exchange between her parents, but about ten minutes later, Nora quietly approached her and said, "Sweetie, your dad got your toilet working again. I'll cover for you if you want to sneak away and go get some relief." Lori wasn't going to tell her that her own bedroom was locked for fear of starting a war between her parents, so she simply said she'd escape in a moment, which was about three minutes later.

Lori's poop was poking out of her ass again, and it wouldn't stay in her rectum for very long. Her bladder was getting painfully full too, and she knew she wouldn't have much longer before she had an accident. She waddled into the house, and carefully to her bathroom trying to avoid pissing and shitting her panties under her dress. When she grabbed the door handle, it was locked. How? Her mom had just told her it was free, and someone was in here. Hearing the doorknob rattling, one of her friends called out to her saying she'd be out soon, and Lori was certain she could smell the bowel movement her friend was having, confirmed a minute later by a plop. She wasn't coming out anytime soon, and Lori couldn't stand here listening to someone else getting relief as she suffered in pain and desperation. She went back to the party quietly telling her mom that someone had beat her to the bathroom. Nora looked at her daughter with an abundance of sympathy at her plight, but still didn't realize it was the only working bathroom.

Lori squirmed and fidgeted against her desperate needs for another ten minutes when she snuck back in to try her bathroom again. Now there was a line of a couple of her friends waiting. She absolutely wasn't going to stand and wait hearing multiple girls get the relief that should have been hers multiple times over. She walked out frustrated, extremely desperate, realizing she couldn't get relief in her own house. As she got back to the party, she was suddenly consciously aware that anyone looking at her would realize she was desperate for a bathroom, and she needed to go find a bathroom before everyone saw her have an accident.

Lori waddled to her mom, asked to speak with her privately, and they walked to the side of the garage. When they got back there, Nora asked her daughter, "Are you okay honey?"

"Not really," Lori said, "mom, I'm at my wits end here, I can't seem to find an opportunity to get to a toilet, and I'm absolutely dying, I'm seriously about to explode. I can't be around all our guests barely holding on. I need to find a bathroom before I have an accident!"

Nora calmly asked, "What about my bathroom sweetie?"

Lori responded with tears in her eyes, "Dad must have locked your bedroom, please mom, I don't have time to explain, I need to go so badly! It hurts, I can't hold it much longer! Can we please go run out to find a bathroom??? Please mom, I...mmmmh... I GOTTA GO!!!" Lori was crossing her legs tightly now, jiggling in place, afraid to even uncross her legs from having to go so badly.