Lori Ch 08 1

Lori and Erica had intended to make the end of their freshman year memorable but initially struggled to figure out how. After some thought, they agreed they'd wait until their last final exam, a class they both had easily attained good grades in, and ensure they desperately needed to poop during the exam.

As freshmen, they luckily only had a few exams, and all but one was scheduled earlier in the week. They had a break of an extra day before their last exam on Friday. This would give them relaxing time to simply fill their bowels and wait to take their last exam, which they knew would be pretty easy and wouldn't take much effort to pass with flying colors. It was the perfect opportunity to stage bowel desperation without it causing a serious problem.

Prep day was their Thursday off, as Lori and Erica struggled slightly to maintain control of their bowels. They were each a bit gassy, and peeing without their poop coming out was becoming increasingly more difficult. Lori was now holding two days, and Erica was holding three days. It would be fun to see how this all played out, as they were both enjoying the desperate feelings they were getting from their bowels, and they still had to survive the night and the exam the next day. Of course, they planned on ending their hold and pooping shortly thereafter before the drive to Lori's parents house, where they planned on spending the summer.

Exam morning came around as both girls woke up to their bowels aching with the need to unload their overdue logs. Both needed to pee desperately too, so that had to be first. Erica, however, needed to clear something up first. "Lori," she asked, "are you as turned on as I am by being this full right now?"

Lori almost too quickly said, "God yes, wanna do something about it before we allow ourselves to pee?"

"I hoped you'd ask," Erica said, doing a sexy little potty dance, "let's enjoy this!"

The next twenty minutes were filled with masturbation fueled by angry bladders and bowels begging for release, and both girls got off multiple times before finally waddling with legs tightly together to the toilets to empty their bursting bladders.

After finally releasing their bladders, the girls got showered and dressed, both in comfy joggers, and went to get breakfast. Their exam was at 10am, so they had plenty of time to relax beforehand. As they sat and ate, Lori farted quite loudly and Erica giggled, "You must need to poop or something."

"Um, yeah..." Lori said as she farted loudly again, "I guess you could say that."

"How badly do you need to go," Erica asked, "can you describe it?"

Lori grunted with a sudden urge from her extremely full bowels then said, "Well, it feels like my bowels are filled with concrete. There's so much pressure. It's moving into my rectum already and I can feel it pressing hard on the inside of my asshole. I've been having to clench pretty hard already this morning trying to keep it in. And every time I fart, it seems to make me have to go worse!"

Erica said with a look that betrayed her feelings before she said them, "That's so hot!" Right as she finished saying this, she farted loudly, and it kept going for a few seconds. She suddenly groaned and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Feel like sharing..." Lori asked, "seems like you need to poop badly too. How badly?"

Erica started, "Well, this has been building up for days. I was already desperate yesterday, now I'm very desperate. It's been prairie dogging since last night, and there's so much pressure I'm not sure how I'm keeping it in at this point. Every time I fart, I feel like I'm going to shit my pants!"

Lori looked so aroused, and simply said, "I think you're incredibly sexy when you're this desperate!"

"The feeling is mutual," Erica said, "I'm quite aroused by your desperation, as well as my own really."

"We just have to contain that feeling for now though," Lori said, "we still need to survive this final in a little while, then we can enjoy our arousal and finally take a much needed shit."

They finished breakfast shortly after, and wandered back to the dorm to make sure they were ready for their final. The dorms were nearly empty, so there were no intrusions or distractions as the girls both fought hard to contain their desperately full bowels. As they sat squirming, Lori farted again. It was loud and deep sounding, like it had been trapped behind her mammoth shit, and Lori suddenly grunted. "God, I need to take a shit so badly!"

"Me too baby," Erica said as she grunted to contain her own load, "I don't know how we're going to make it through that test."

"Too late to back out now," Lori said as she checked her watch, "it starts in barely ten minutes."

"I guess we'll need to wait then," Erica said, "no time to empty our poor bowels."

With that revelation, the girls very uncomfortably walked to the building where their final was being held, got right in and found seats in the back just in case they misjudged their holding ability. The professor came around with test booklets a few minutes later, and they got started. There were two hours allotted for the completion of this final, but neither girl believed it would even take them half that long. They tried their best to focus on the questions despite the urgent pleas from their bowels that they needed a toilet. After about half an hour, each was more than half done, and they'd both been sipping on water since breakfast. It was about this time that Erica whispered, "Lori, I need to piss and shit so badly!"

Lori had been feeling her bladder since just after starting the test and said with a soft grunt, "Ugh... yeah, me too. Just gotta get through the rest of the test, then we can go."

Erica whimpered softly, but continued working on her test. Lori did the same, finishing about fifteen minutes later, just a few minutes ahead of Erica. She continued squirming at her desk, waiting impatiently for Erica to finish. As she was waiting though, the worst thing happened. Lori felt some gas bubbling around her massive load, and knew it was making a break for the exit. She tried to clamp her asshole shut, but there was too much force behind this fart as it had been building for a while. She sat in silent horror as her fart worked its way through her rectum, and exited her asshole quite loudly a couple seconds later. The whole room looked her way as she blushed, and she just looked down at her test, trying her best to conceal the fact that her poop was painfully trying to open her asshole, and she was desperately trying to keep from having an accident. After a couple agonizing minutes, her poop retreated back into her rectum, and she looked at Erica who had just finished her test with a look of near-panic. Lori felt like she was going to lose her shit in her panties soon if she didn't sit on a toilet.

Erica was no better off. She finally completed her test, then she nodded at Lori and they both stood up to bring their tests to the front. The professor was busy in a book, as Lori and Erica were the first to complete their tests. It took a second for her to notice the girls standing there, as both fidgeted nervously trying to contain their desperate needs. Finally she looked up and took both tests, looking at Lori briefly after her loud fart. She must have known what was going on now, as the girls were both still fidgeting. She asked if they wanted to wait for her to grade them, and both girls very quickly said no. The professor raised her eyebrow at them, and dismissed them both for the summer break. They barely made it outside the door before Erica had a major cramp and stopped walking. She looked at Lori with pleading eyes, feeling a fart building pressure behind her massive load and threatening to erupt out. She was helpless as the pressure continued building to an unbearable level. Finally, she moaned, grabbing her belly, and ripped the longest, loudest fart Lori had ever heard from her. It ended with a grunt as Erica fought hard to keep her first log from flying out of her tightly clenched asshole. After a minute the urge died down, and the girls carefully made their way back to the dorm.

As they walked, they had to regularly slow down and clench their assholes to keep their desperately full bowels from emptying in their panties and pants. They finally made it to their room, and Lori said, "Damnit, I need to piss and shit so fucking badly! But I'm so turned on, I think it'll need to wait just another few minutes."

Erica without hesitation said, "I'm so wet right now, and it's not from pee, though it might be in a few minutes."

Without another word, the girls got on the ground on adjoining towels and started masturbating aggressively to the desperate urges from their bladders and bowels. Somehow neither wet or shit themselves by some miracle, but both leaked at least once. They slowly came back from their pleasure to realize they weren't going to have long to empty their bladders or bowels. They both stood up and adjusted themselves to look less conspicuous before walking out of their room toward the bathroom.

When they got to the door, their hearts nearly stopped beating. The plumbing was down again, with a sign on the door saying there was likely a two hour delay before it would be repaired. Lori caught Erica's look of mild panic as she said, "The other building?" Erica nodded, looking very tense, and they started walking down the hall toward the stairs.

Just as they were about to turn the corner into the stairwell, another girl they knew from their class came running up the stairs with panic and desperation written all over her face as she said in a voice almost too loud for the circumstance, "The other building is already locked up, the juniors already left! I gotta go so bad, I'm going to have an accident!! Uuuugh... shit!" Then she ran down the hall to her room with a hand on her ass before they could say a word in return.

The girls exchanged looks of confusion, panic, and desperation. Erica said, "Now what? I have to piss and shit so badly!"

"Back to the room," Lori said with tension in her voice, "we'll come up with a plan there." They hobbled back to their room then, closed the door, and Lori sat down on her bed which she'd stripped of the sheets already. The room only had a few belongings that they could load into her car last minute, but was otherwise empty. She and Erica were both doing a seated potty dance, both bursting to piss and shit.

"We need to do something," Erica said, whining, "or I'm going to have an accident!"

"I know," Lori said, "me too. I wonder if the bathroom is unlocked? We didn't check, did we? I mean plumbing is broken, but maybe they forgot to lock the door?"

"It's worth checking," Erica said, "I'll go." She quickly waddled out of the room, legs tightly squeezed together to hold her desperate needs in check. She came back less than a minute later, clearly still desperate. "The door is locked, any other ideas?"

"One," Lori said, "but it could get us in trouble when we come back in the fall."

"I'm willing to try anything, I just need to go so badly!"

"Okay, here it is," Lori said hesitantly, "we use our towels, squat and pee on them, and leave them behind, call it a parting gift for all the problems their plumbing caused. We'll find a working bathroom to poo, but we'll have to wait a little while. Maybe we just head to my house?"

"That's a bit naughty sweetie," Erica said as she danced more, "but honestly, I may be able to hold my shit if my bladder is empty. How about you?"

"Yes," Lori confirmed, "it'll still be tough, but it buys us a little extra time. I just hope we can pee without pooping."

Erica just gave Lori a nervous look and a shrug. There was only one way to find out, they'd just have to commit to it. Lori grabbed their towels, then folded them so they were layered, but still wide enough to absorb a good spraying. She looked at Erica, saying, "Together?"

"Yeah, more fun that way!"

The girls then pulled their pants to their knees, panties to their thighs, and both carefully squatted over their towel, legs shaking trying to hold everything in until they were positioned correctly. A moment later, the hissing of two agonizingly full bladders releasing onto towels filled the room, and both girls moaned with the relief, then a moment later moaned differently as they fought to squeeze their assholes shut to keep their desperate logs in their bowels. It didn't work for either, so they put a couple fingers on their logs to keep them from coming out. Finally they finished, each pushing their first log painfully back into their rectum and squeezing to close their asshole around it before pulling up their panties and pants.

Lori said she was done waiting around for a working bathroom, and Erica agreed. They packed the few remaining things they hadn't already put in her car, and left their piss soaked towels on the floor for the maintenance crew to deal with. They quickly walked with their bags to Lori's car, both prairie dogging badly. Neither was quite sure how they'd make it to the house without shitting their pants, bit they felt compelled to try.

They started the drive a few minutes later, both groaning with their desperation. Lori was still able to focus on driving, but it would be a long few hours struggling against what was now an extremely urgent shit that needed out a long time ago. For Erica's part, she wasn't sure she was going to last the whole drive before she had an accident, as her turtlehead kept poking out painfully, and she had to regularly fart to relieve pressure.

Less than half an hour into the drive, Erica felt a major fart coming on, and she could feel it trying to push her log into her panties. She clenched, squeezed, groaned, and after a couple minutes fighting it, she farted for several long seconds, then squealed as she felt her log slam open her asshole like a battering ram. She was in tears with the effort of holding her load in, and whined to Lori, "I gotta go baby, I can't hold it much longer!"

"Do you...nnngh... want me to stop," Lori asked, "or do you want to keep going?"

"I don't want to shit myself in public," Erica said, "let's just keep going. What happens will happen."

They continued driving, Erica's need getting beyond desperate into pure insanity. She was whimpering and crying at alternating intervals, somehow still holding it in. Lori wasn't much better off, and she grunted as she felt a huge gas bubble work its way around her log, finally getting to her rectum as she farted loudly for several seconds. This was followed by a whimper as she felt her log quickly coming out a few inches before she could even try to clench. She was nearly touching cloth, and in pain from her desperation. "Oh God, I gotta go sweetie," Lori cried, "I'm starting to lose it! I can't hold it much longer!"

"Whatever happens will happen," Erica said sweetly, "and I won't think less of you if you lose it, as long as you don't think less of me."

"Never," Lori said, "I love you."

"Wait, you do?"

Lori instantly worried she'd overstepped, and started trying to talk around what she'd said, "Well, I mean... I...."

"Don't second guess yourself, I love you too!" Erica then grabbed Lori's hand to reassure her, and it worked. Despite focusing on the road and her agonizingly full bowels, Lori gave Erica a loving smile, which Erica readily returned. Of course the smiles both turned to wincing a moment later as both girls felt the worst urge to empty their bowels since they had started this endeavor. Both farted loudly at the same time, and both groaned as they felt their loads move quickly out of their rectums and make solid contact with their panties.

"I'm starting to shit myself..." Erica said, "I can't hold it anymore, I can't stop it!"

Lori, caught up in her own desperation, feeling her load exit her asshole outside her control, said, "Me too sweetie, I'm having an accident and I can't stop."

Neither Lori nor Erica tried to stop at this point, the relief was too great for both of them. They simply lifted their asses slightly off their seats, allowing their bowels the relief they desperately needed. Lori could feel every bump and contour of her shit as it slowly came out of her, stimulating her greatly. She was having a hard time focusing on the road with the arousal she was feeling as she lost three days of shit in her pants.

Erica was just as turned on, but not distracted by driving from the passenger seat as four days of her accumulated shit filled her pants over the course of the next seven minutes. She felt every inch of it, turned on beyond belief, and struggled not to play with herself and make an even bigger mess of Lori's car seat.

When both girls finally finished their accidents, they looked at each other, pants filled with massive loads of shit, and started laughing. They had completely misjudged the timing on this, and they had both had accidents in the car. Granted, part of that wasn't their fault, but it was still amusing to both how badly they'd screwed up the timing. Now they had more than two hours left to Lori's house and would have to sit in their loaded pants the whole way. It would be too time consuming to find clean clothes, and finding a bathroom with their pants full of shit would just be too embarrassing. They simply had to lower the windows to air the car out, and make it to the house to get cleaned up.

The drive went well, and the girls arrived home about on schedule, and thankfully Nora was the only one home. When the girls came in the door, Nora was sipping a cup of coffee, heard the door open and walked to greet the girls. As she rounded the corner and saw them both, she immediately realized what had happened, and said with a sly grin, "Well... this must be a good story!"