Lori Ch 12 1

After bringing Anna into the fold, Lori and Erica realized they really didn't know her at all. They agreed the following week that should change. They approached her after class one day at the beginning of the week, and asked quietly if she wanted to hang out with them over the weekend. Anna agreed, and Lori said just for fun, "Just make sure you really need to poop that day." Anna just grinned, acknowledging Lori's request before turning back to her work.

The girls watched as the week went on, and it was obvious that Anna was growing increasingly full, but was continuing to hold her bowels. They wondered what her maximum holding length was, but maybe they'd find that out another time.

Finally, as Friday came around, it was obvious that Anna was holding with some difficulty. She was farting regularly, trying to mask it with movement of her chair, but the girls could tell she was trying pretty hard to keep her load in her bowels.

As class finally ended, the girls approached Anna, and Erica asked, "Still hanging on? Are you going to make it until tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure," Anna said with an uncomfortable expression on her face, "I'm barely holding it in now, that's a long time to wait. I may lose it before then."

"Okay then," Lori said, "change of plan. Come over to our room when you're done here, and you can stay with us while you hold it."

"That sounds way better," Anna stated bluntly, "because I'm getting dangerously close to shitting myself."

The girls giggled and left, hoping it wouldn't take Anna long to get to their room, and hoping the halls would be mostly empty, with most students already gone for the weekend. About twenty minutes later, they got their wish. There was a soft knock at the door, and Lori opened it, seeing Anna there doing quite an obvious poo dance.

"Come on in gorgeous," she said to Anna, "it's quite sexy seeing you so desperate!"

Anna waddled in, ass visibly clenched against a load that was barely being held in and said, "God, I need to shit so badly!"

"You know," Erica said, "we'd really love to let you shit too, but I think we need to get to know you first."

"What do you mean?" Anna groaned at the statement, her bowels trying extremely hard now to force her four days of shit into her panties.

"We want to hear all about your holding history," Lori said, "then we can discuss you being allowed to go to the bathroom."

"I don't think I can wait that long," Anna said, "I'm nearly shitting myself already."

"Well then you better get started quickly," Lori said.

It was about this time that both Lori and Erica felt their bladders send sudden signals that they couldn't wait much longer for relief. Both crossed their legs, and they each caught the visual cue, both winking to say they'd hold it until Anna was finished.

Anna squirmed and crossed her legs for a second, then started telling about how as a young girl, she was always holding it all in. It had started so early she hadn't quite remembered when it started. She did say that it was always a fascination of hers. She'd often try to pretend she wasn't holding, act like she wasn't desperate, but in a family of five in an average sized house, there weren't many places to hide, and someone would often call her out. Eventually, the reality sunk in that no one could stop her from holding, so even her parents stopped trying. They'd just try to be aware of where the nearest bathrooms were if they left the house with Anna, so she didn't have too many accidents.

She did have some pretty big accidents over the years, and she started telling about some from her earlier years. She excluded the ones before getting out of elementary school, because those she referred to as "kid" accidents which really didn't count.

Her first key experience that she officially counted was in her freshman year of high school. She had started the day by skipping her morning pee, planning on holding her bladder through her school day and allowing herself relief only when she got home. She was so excited for a good hold, she had forgotten they had a field trip that day to a museum in the big city a couple hours away. She got to her first class, the teacher announced they were loading up on the bus in a few minutes, and Anna instantly thought, "Oh shit, this is going to be a long day."

She loaded into the bus, feeling her somewhat full bladder, knowing she wouldn't get relief for many hours. She held on, and tried as long as possible to pretend like she was totally fine. She chatted with friends, followed the guided tour, had lunch, made fun of the stupid boys, the whole time feeling her bladder steadily filling. By the time the field trip was done, and they went to load into the bus again, Anna was quite desperate to pee, and she still had a couple hours before she could use a bathroom. She'd likely need to use a school bathroom as she might not be able to wait until she got home. She got in her seat, crossed her legs tightly to stem her desperate need for the long drive home, and hoped for the best. The drive was an eternity, and Anna couldn't remember a time she'd had to pee this badly. They finally got back to the school, and her nightmare came true. The school was already locked up. She was forced to wait for her parents to pick her up, on the verge of pissing her panties. They did finally show up, realized she was desperate and calmly said, "Don't piss in the seat, we'll be home in a few minutes." They got home, Anna scrambled into the bathroom, and pissed her panties right in front of the toilet before she could sit down.

She noticed both Lori and Erica were squirming after that story, and picked up on their desperation. She was really desperate to shit, and couldn't hold much longer, but maybe by telling more stories she could make them piss themselves.

Anna at that point said she was frequently desperate for a piss, shit, or both throughout her high school years, and watched the other two squirm more.

Anna's next significant story came during her sophomore year. She had been holding three days of shit, having started on Friday and holding through the weekend. As Sunday came to a close, she was prairie dogging every so often, and knew she'd likely need to go before school in the morning to avoid an accident. She went to bed seriously bursting to poop. When she woke up, a little late due to poor sleep, she realized she could only pee for now, but might not have time to poop, so she peed and held in her urgent shit. After getting ready, she realized she had a few minutes, and wandered to the bathroom intending to poop, but one of her siblings was doing the same. She checked her parents' room and her mom was pooping. There was no free bathroom, and Anna was forced to hold her poop into her school day.

The day went painfully slowly. Anna kept prairie dogging, sucking her massive load back in, and occasionally letting out little farts to ease the pressure, but her desperation never let up. The worst part that day was every time she went to a bathroom, all the stalls were occupied. She kept getting forced to hold in her beyond urgent dump for even longer, bringing her ever closer to shitting her panties.

Anna could tell through her own desperation telling the story that Lori was intrigued, and knew she had to ask later about that. Lori asked what happened that day.

Anna resumed the story, saying that she kept getting denied relief at every turn, and by her last class she was actually starting to have an accident, but she was able to hold the turtlehead in place just long enough for the class to leave for the day. Then she carefully got up, started walking to the front to await pickup from her mom, but shit herself in full view of about a dozen other students.

When she finished that story, Anna was squirming badly and asked with major tension in her voice, "Can I please go poo now?? I'm about to explode!"

"Not a chance," Lori said, "there's no way those are your only stories. You're not done yet."

Anna groaned, squeezed her legs tightly together, and said, "Fine, okay."

She briefly composed herself and told her next story which happened junior year. She was dating a boy, but he didn't seem to be aware of her holding obsession. He was a senior, and would be leaving for college in the fall, so the relationship couldn't last, but it was fun for a brief time. When his senior prom came around, Anna and he had become close, so he asked her to prom. She of course said yes. By this point, Anna said, she had become quite skilled at hiding her desperation, and delaying her relief. She decided she had about no choice but the plan a prom hold. So as the last few days to the prom drew to a close, Anna started holding her shit. She wanted prom to be the night of day four, so she'd be hovering on the edge of her control all night, barely able to keep her load in her bowels. Then as she got home, she'd shit her panties struggling to get her fancy dress off. The universe had different plans. She managed to get through the pictures, the prom, dancing as little as possible claiming she had a mild stomachache. Of course that was partly true. When prom was about to end, her boyfriend had surprised her, taking her to his car and driving to a beautiful scenic overlook for a romantic end to the night. Anna was in panic mode the whole time. Her plan was being delayed, and not only was she on verge of shitting her panties, but her bladder was extremely full too. She asked if he could bring her home in a few minutes, reminding him of the stomachache which she said was getting worse. He seemed genuinely concerned, and said he'd bring her right home. She thanked her lucky stars, still trying desperately not to explode on his car seat the whole way back to her house. He got out to kiss her, and as they were in mid-embrace, Anna lost a leak in her panties and her poop launched out a couple inches until it stopped against the resistance of her tight panties. She maintained her composure through the kiss, then excused herself, saying her stomachache was not just a stomachache with a sheepish grin on her face, and scrambled inside, only to piss and shit herself at the door of her bathroom having misjudged the timing.

All three were squirming after this story, but Anna groaned slightly, then continued on. Her next story was during her senior year. She had held often, and had mostly done so on her own terms, but her graduation had been different. She caught a knowing smile from Lori as she said this. She had been a little nervous, and was already holding a few days before graduation. She planned on going the morning of graduation so she'd be empty, but it didn't work out that way. Lori was visibly smiling in recognition as Anna said this part. She'd heard this story before.

Anna said that she had tried to get her bowels empty, but had failed miserably. She hadn't been rushed going to rehearsal, but that didn't stop her bowels from activating the moment she got there. Every time she tried to visit a bathroom, she'd found a line, and eventually she'd been forced to walk to get her diploma squeezing her asshole shut with all her strength. She had survived the ceremony, a handful of pictures, then asked to go home as she needed to take a rest. Her parents had finally given in, and Anna clenched the whole drive back home trying desperately not to shit her panties in the car. When she got home, one of her siblings had gone into the bathroom before her, and her dad went to his bathroom. She was left right on the edge of shitting herself with no access to a bathroom. She retreated into her bedroom, groaning with the desperation she was barely containing, and had only lasted a few more minutes before completely loading her panties under her dress.

Lori was grinning like the Cheshire Cat at the conclusion of this, and simultaneously twisted up like a pretzel trying not to wet herself.

Anna looked at her and said, "Remind me to ask about your story in that department later." She winked, then bent over double with a groan. "Oh God, I have to go NOW!!"

"Nope," Erica said with a grunt, "hold it. Now what about college?"

Anna whimpered, but continued her stories. She said she loved the freedom college afforded her, as she had minimal overlap in classes with her roommate, so they were hardly in the room at the same time. If she came back from classes desperate, she could have an accident and no one would be the wiser. As they got into higher years and got a room with an en-suite, it was even easier. Her most memorable experience was coming into a three-day weekend when she'd already been holding three days, and she had another three days off. Her roommate visited her family a few hours away, and Anna had the room to herself. She had plotted to try to break her four day holding record in the privacy of her room, and had lasted five days before explosively shitting her pants on her knees in their bathroom when her legs went weak under her and she couldn't reach the toilet.

Finally, her initial stories were done, but it had taken a half hour, and Anna was prairie dogging beyond her control. Lori demanded to see. Anna turned around, and there was a point in her panties where her log was poking at the seat. "I can't hold it any longer, I need to go!"

"Well," Lori said, "too bad, you're not going except in your panties."

Anna whimpered, then held her skirt up and showed her ass as four days of held back shit steadily filled her panties to capacity. She groaned with the release, but there was something else and Lori recognized it. Anna was extremely aroused.

As Anna finally got her relief, Lori and Erica squirmed. They had to pee, and it wasn't going to wait. Anna looked at them both with a look of expectation and said, "Well?"

They both whimpered, then both absolutely flooded their pants in front of Anna.

After all three got relief, and their heads were clear of their burdens, Anna made a proposal. "So, quick idea. What if we were to try to seek out other women like us? Maybe even a professor?" Find somewhere off-campus to enjoy our fun? Any interest?"

"Hell yes," Lori said, "we'd have to come up with a name."

"Definitely," Erica said, "but what?"

Anna had a sudden lightbulb moment. "Order of Desperation."

They all giggled, but no one objected. The search was on.

Author's Note- I am starting work on a novel, so my new stories here will not be as frequent. That said, I will continue to do what I do best. Thank you to those who have continued to support me!