The agreement was made between Lori, Erica and Anna. They all loved holding their needs in, but it would be more fun if there was a group of them at school to share the fun with each other, and preferably someplace off-campus so it was less conspicuous. Anna couldn't help on that front, as she shared an apartment with a couple roommates, and it was already too crowded.
The next issue they ran into was the one they should have thought about first. How would they find other women like themselves? It wasn't as if they could just walk up to a fellow student or teacher and say, "Do you need to take a shit? Maybe you should hold it for a while." They had to learn their surroundings, observe for women, both teachers and students, showing signs of ongoing desperation.
As it turned out, their experience with holding to date had more than prepared them to observe their environment easily. A few days into class that week, Anna noticed a young woman who typically sat in the middle of their classroom showing some signs of being a holder that she hadn't noticed before. Jennifer was her name if memory served, and it was suddenly more obvious than ever that this attractive blonde with amazing curves was a holder. The small wiggles in her seat, adjusting her body, crossing legs frequently, it was all indicating an obvious pattern. She brought it to Lori and Erica's attention at the end of class, and Anna suggested she could call her to the desk on Friday to "review an assignment" just to watch her squirm, then invite her to come and join them that afternoon for a group hold. The girls loved Anna's approach, and followed the plan. They were both holding bowel movements in preparation to make Jennifer less uncomfortable, as was Anna. It would be easier to convince this desperate girl to continue to hold it if the three inviting her to a group hold were also desperate.
Friday came around, and Anna followed her plan, watching a very uncomfortable Jennifer about to leave the room, but calling her to the desk at the last second. She was visibly in distress as Lori and Erica walked up behind her, both desperate themselves. The invite was well received, and Jennifer joined the other three in the dorm room as they all struggled to hold on before all shitting and pissing themselves. The group was off to a great start.
The challenge was still finding a professor who was a holder, and preferably single. Anna was on top of this too, sticking around each day in the staff room a little extra to spot any cute female professors she thought might have the same habits as the rest of the girls.
It took two weeks as Anna wasn't in the staff lounge as often as some of the full professors. Still, she was able to observe the comings and goings pretty easily. That's when she spotted her. Long legs, athletic body, light brown hair tied into a gorgeous ponytail, and shuffling her legs like something was trying to escape. As the shuffling died down a moment later, she asked another professor who she was, what classes she taught. Anna expected a generic reply, but she got way more than she counted on. Professor Brianna Stone, 27, unmarried, lives with just her cat, and taught 100-level English Literature courses Monday, Wednesday and Friday over in Rickman Hall, Room 104. It was like she had gotten the young woman's whole life story. She might be a perfect fit, but Anna would need to observe her class Friday to make sure she hadn't misread the signs. She informed Lori, Erica and now Jennifer, who all agreed Professor Brianna Hill should be observed, then an approach created so they didn't all get expelled.
The next day, Anna snuck into Brianna's classroom as a swarm of students entered, which concealed her just enough to reach a back row seat to observe. As expected, before the class even started, Brianna looked quite fidgety. This early on, though, Anna couldn't tell if it was the sign of a full bladder, or a massive shit in her bowels. She decided to observe the entire class, and develop a pattern.
As the minutes ticked by, Anna started figuring out that Brianna was an inconspicuous holder, her needs hardly betrayed by fidgeting of any kind while class was in session. As she talked about famous authors and their peculiarities, Anna barely observed an occasional leg cross or tapping, but as the hour went on, it slowly became more obvious despite Brianna's attempts to hide it. At one point she sat down during an assigned reading section, and when all heads turned to their books, Brianna very subtly slipped a hand under her ass, and one to her crotch, and held both for over a minute before carefully extracting both hands so no one was the wiser. As she did, Anna thought she heard a muffled fart from Brianna, and had to assume she was holding both bladder and bowels.
The class finally ended, and Anna watched Brianna sit back at her desk, slowly gathering her things, with a look of great discomfort on her face. She was waiting, bursting in her seat, until the students left. Anna tried to delay leaving long enough to make Brianna notice and squirm, which she did, again shuffling her legs at her desk as if something was trying to escape her body and she was trying desperately to prevent it. Finally Anna walked out second to last, and waited at a water fountain by the nearest bathroom, attempting to see if Brianna would bolt to the bathroom. She came out a moment later, still very visibly desperate, but walked by the bathroom with legs tightly together as if the bathroom wasn't even there. Anna followed loosely, despite strong protests from her own desperately full bladder. Finally, she observed Brianna getting into a grey Ford Explorer, but not before doing a significant potty dance at the driver's side door as she struggled to find her keys. Anna watched as she drove away, feeling her bladder getting dangerously close to release, and walked back toward Lori's room where she would report her findings. Though it was more a shuffle now, because Anna's bladder was literally about to explode.
She finally reached the room, and all three girls were waiting, squirming. Anna walked in, whimpering, dancing with desperation, but the girls refused to let her have her urgently needed relief until she reported on her surveillance mission. Anna described the class and Brianna's actions as best she could while struggling badly against a bladder that should have emptied itself long ago, and when she was finally done, she nearly screamed, "Please, I need to...!" But before she could finish, pee was cascading down her dress pants and puddling on the floor.
Now it would be a matter of approaching Brianna at the end of next week, when she was likely at her most desperate and vulnerable, and trying to convince her to either come by and hold in the dorm room, or better yet, take everyone with her to her place to start the club off in the best direction possible.
As the following week came close to its end, all four young women were holding their bowels hoping for a really good end result to the week. Finally on Friday, they all left class and headed to Professor Stone's English Lit classroom. The class roster wasn't full by any means, which left several seats at the back for all four women. They snuck in with a cluster of other students so no one really noticed they didn't belong. They found four seats together at the back of the classroom, all four struggling badly against their extremely full bowels. There were regular farts coming from each, but they tried to minimize how much gas came out at once so they didn't draw unwanted attention. In addition, as they left their own classroom, all four could feel their bladders filling. It would be a desperate hour for all four, but the ends were worth the means, especially since they were about to pull a full professor into their fold, and maybe get a place off-campus to have their meetings and hold away from prying eyes.
As the class dragged on, all four women became increasingly more desperate, all turtleheading frequently. Still they all held it in, waiting for the class to end. It was also becoming obvious how desperate Brianna was, judging from the shuffling and crossing of legs, and the occasional discreet squeeze of her privates when she thought no one was watching. Without realizing it, she had a captive audience of four women all watching every desperate move she made.
