Lori and Erica pooped the next morning without any desperation or fanfare in preparation for a big hold so they could be desperate at the same time as Nora a few days later.
The next few days were relaxing, but as the days went on, each of the women felt their bowels slowly filling. By day three, each was distinctly feeling a massive log in their bowels, and those would soon move to their rectums. They each tried to not do anything too strenuous as day three came to an end. None of them wanted to cause their bowels to empty too soon. Day four would be their day for public desperation, so they had to wait safely into tomorrow morning. They managed a relaxing afternoon and evening, and all went to bed feeling strong urges to empty their bowels and occasionally felt their assholes opening as they struggled to keep them shut.
All three woke up the next morning feeling quite desperate but showered and got dressed while continuing to keep their bowels full. After breakfast they discussed their plan. They would go to a nearby nature park first, taking a slow and relaxed walk on the paved trails, trying to conceal their desperation from the people in the park. Then they'd go out to eat lunch and hopefully continue to conceal their needs from a crowded restaurant. They agreed that they'd pee as necessary and do everything possible to hold their loads in their bowels until they couldn't anymore. After that, they weren't sure where else to go, but they'd likely all be close to shitting themselves by then, so it would all depend on how they felt.
Shortly after breakfast, with the temperatures still quite cold, the women dressed in warm outer layers and headed out the door, all feeling quite desperate to shit. When they were driving to the park, Lori said, "Mom, I need to shit so badly. I'm not sure how I'll even make it to lunch without filling my panties."
"Same here," Erica stated, "I'm struggling badly already, and the walk might cause it to start coming out."
"Well," Nora said with no small amount of discomfort evident in her voice, "mmmh... we just need to conceal our needs and pretend like we're not three grown women on the verge of shitting our pants. A lady doesn't reveal her needs."
Both girls agreed with tense nods, and all three groaned once more as they were pulling into the park, knowing they couldn't make anymore outward signs of their desperation for a while. They exited the car into the cold air, and started slowly walking the trail, all three contending with serious urges to empty their bowels, as well as occasionally prairie dogging, doing their best not to betray how desperate they all were.
As the walk continued, all three were feeling progressively more anxious about their desperation, but all three continued to hide it well. The trail was busy, and no one they passed would ever have known that each of the three women were desperately holding back a huge shit. The walk continued for forty-five minutes, at which point Lori suggested they head back to the car and go to lunch. It would be close to lunchtime by the time they got to the car anyway, so the other two agreed. As they continued to walk, all three had to clench to fight their first log back into their rectum as each felt a turtlehead open their asshole. This was getting extremely urgent for all three, and it would take all their determination to survive the walk, then lunch without betraying their needs to others. About five minutes from the car, all three realized they needed to pee badly again, and they each stopped casually at the restroom in the parking lot to empty their bladder, pretending that they weren't on the verge of pissing and shitting themselves.
The women finally left for lunch, struggling badly against their very overdue bowel movements the whole drive to the restaurant. Not one of the three felt like they would be able to survive lunch without revealing their desperation, rushing to a bathroom, or worse, shitting themselves.
Regardless, they sat down after a few desperate minutes of standing around waiting for a table. On sitting down, all three were temporarily more comfortable with the seat cushions holding their loads in place. Still, eating lunch would likely cause a more desperate urge soon enough for all three, but they put that aside for the moment and focused on enjoying the good food and better company. It was then that Nora had a devious suggestion for what they should do next which she shared with the other two.
"So, here's what I'm thinking," Nora said, as the other two tried hard to listen despite their bowels screaming at them, "if we make it through lunch, and haven't shit ourselves, we head quickly to Victoria's Secret in the mall, each pick sexy panties we'd be excited to have an accident in, and head home to model them in time to have a accident? Hopefully the timing works, thoughts?"