Lori Ch 14

The group all walked into Professor Stone's place, all at some stage of fullness as usual. The most desperate was Jennifer. Tall, curvy, with blonde wavy hair for days, Jennifer was a journalism major, and a holder as long as she could remember.

Jennifer was most desperate because it was her turn to be in the hot seat first. The rest of the women were going to get her backstory, grill her with questions about her holding history, and she wouldn't be allowed to use a bathroom until she filled them in completely, or until she lost control and had an accident.

"So," Lori said, "start from the beginning, when did you first start holding, where did it go from there, and where has it taken you since?"

"Well," Jennifer started as she squirmed against her full bladder and bowels, "I honestly can't remember a time when I wasn't a holder. It's been since forever."

Her first real awakening was at her high school prom.

She had turned eighteen earlier than her classmates and was already an experienced holder. She decided as prom approached that she would plan a hold to make the experience a little more daring.

The morning of prom, she peed as normal but was holding three days of accumulated shit in her bowels. She carefully peed the rest of the day up until the early afternoon, at which point she cut herself off from all bathroom use the rest of the day. As she started doing her make-up and hair, she was feeling very desperate to poop, and her bladder was just starting to fill in time for her date to arrive.

She looked stunning in her prom dress, the picture of elegance. No one around her knew that her bowels were packed with shit, and her bladder was starting to fill. She knew she'd be able to hold it the rest of the night, but the return home would get interesting for sure.

Her date arrived, they took pictures, and Jennifer pretended everything was normal. Her insides were cramping, her asshole felt like it was ready to start bursting open, and she was feeling her bladder fill. Finally, they left for the prom driven by Jennifer's mom. They would get a ride back from a friend with a license, so her parents were off the hook for the rest of the night.

Late afternoon wore on, turning into evening as they started with a light dinner and got into some dancing. The whole time, Jennifer's poop kept trying to escape and she would regularly clench to hold the load back. She was cramping, farting anytime she could ease the pressure. Her bladder was getting fuller by the half hour, and eventually she thought it might be a good idea to step away to the bathroom before she got so desperate it was obvious. Little did she know that half the girls in the room had the same idea, and as she walked around the corner to the bathroom, the line was well out the door.

She cursed under her breath as she felt her load start to prairie dog and her bladder throbbing with a need for relief. She waited for a little while longer, but she was getting too desperate to wait, and she couldn't keep carrying on with the evening this way. She quietly approached her date and asked if his parents could pick them up, because her stomach was feeling a little off. Her date being a fairly nice guy obliged, calling his parents a couple minutes later, and they waited outside for a pickup after saying quick goodbyes.

Jennifer was in bad shape now. Her bladder was incredibly full, visibly bulging, and her poop kept trying to escape her tightly clenched asshole. She kept trying to prevent appearing visibly desperate but couldn't help looking a little uncomfortable. Thankfully her date didn't ask her any serious questions about it, or he might figure out that she had been holding it for fun.

Finally, his parents showed up and they got in the car, Jennifer getting in quite carefully as she tried not to have an early release of her bursting bowels or bladder. It was becoming exceedingly difficult, as Jennifer knew she was past the point of no return now. She should have found relief at the venue but was now stuck in her date's family car holding back nearly three and a half days of shit and a bladder full of piss that was trying every second to explode out of her.

They made it back to her house thankfully, and Jennifer got out of the car equally carefully as she felt her asshole opening around her log again. Her bladder was now threatening to leak at any moment, and she knew she was maybe minutes away from disaster. The young man came around to give her a good night kiss, and while he was a decent kisser, all she could think about was not having an embarrassing accident right in front of him on her curb. She broke the kiss quickly without being rude, and waddled her way into her house, barely hanging on.

She slipped past her parents watching some movie, kicked her shoes off quietly, and walked upstairs to her bathroom as she started pulling her dress down around her shoulders. She was locking the bathroom door no more than sixty seconds later despite the great difficulty in climbing the stairs as full and desperate as she was.

When she started toward the toilet, she was still hanging on, despite her poop prairie dogging and her bladder on the verge of leaking or exploding. As her dress came down around her waist and fell to the floor, she had a sudden crazy idea. This was her enjoyment, her private desire, why not take it a step further?

She hesitated for a moment in front of the toilet, dancing, wondering if she could follow through with what she was thinking. A moment later though a particularly painful cramp in her bowels convinced her she was out of time. She twirled around, ass to the toilet and sat down with a hard thud, her panties still on. She touched herself softly, and she felt like she was on fire.

She continued touching herself, her arousal radiating through her entire belly, her core, down her legs and up toward her chest. In a matter of moments, it was consuming her whole body as she struggled toward an orgasm with her bowels and bladder about to explode.

Her bowels were the first to go, as the hard log started tenting out her panties before she could even reach an orgasm. By the time she reached her orgasm a few moments later, most of her load was coiled in her panties. She shuddered and came, then her bladder erupted through her panties, covering her massive shit and tinkling into the water below.

"Holy shit," Lori said, clenching against her own need for a massive shit, "that was intense! And hot!"

"Agreed," Brianna said looking very uncomfortable as she fought to maintain control over four days of shit she was holding back, "that was quite the experience. Remind me to tell you about some dates."

"Oh, don't worry Professor Stone," Anna said as she farted loudly trying to contain her own desperate load, "your time is coming."

"I... ugh... believe it," Brianna said with a grunt as she fought to squeeze back a massive turtlehead, "I can't wait."

"Graduation was even better," Jennifer said before a pained whimper escaped her lips and she said, "I need to go, can I please go??"

"Nope," Brianna said, "tell us about graduation... and keep holding it."

"Uuuuugh...." Jennifer groaned but took a few deep breaths and kept telling her stories.

She moved on to graduation. Lori smiled knowingly as she started telling the story. It was a fantastic experience, but didn't quite go as planned. Again, she decided to plan a hold. She was carrying more than three days of shit in her bowels when graduation day arrived, but as a precaution she peed when she woke up, then started holding her second pee of the morning.

As the morning preparations concluded, Jennifer was getting progressively more desperate to shit, and her bladder was starting to fill again. She worried even then if she had overestimated her holding ability. Still, she held on as she got into her dress, did her hair and makeup, and left the house quite desperate for a bowel movement and feeling her bladder staring to fill again.

Rehearsal was a challenge as desperate as Jennifer was, but she managed to survive without anything escaping prematurely. There was a ten-minute break before the ceremony began, and most people dashed off to available restrooms, but not Jennifer. Her bladder was now quite full, and she needed to shit badly. She'd commit herself to leaving no option to relieve her desperate needs and walk into graduation desperate for relief.

The ceremony kicked off, and that's when Jennifer felt it. She might not make it to the end of graduation before one need or another, or both, overcame her control. She was definitely going to have an accident.

She kept holding, willing herself to remain calm and not make a spectacle of herself. It was hard work, as she was prairie dogging from the moment the ceremony started, and her bladder was hard as a rock. She couldn't wait much longer.

She walked up to get her diploma taking clenched baby steps and shallow breaths, trying desperately not to lose control. She made it back to her seat, barely. Her asshole was wrapped around the girthy head of her first log, and it was threatening to start an eruption at any moment. She felt some leaks of pee then, and realized her bladder might release first.

She tried to focus her energy on containing her bladder, but her shit inched closer to her panties. She tried to squeeze her asshole shut and she leaked more pee. Finally, as they were reaching the conclusion of the ceremony, Jennifer had reached her limit. As the last speech was being spoken, she squeezed her asshole tightly and felt her bladder emptying through her panties and pulled her gown away at the last second.

After her bladder had fully released its contents through her panties, splashing audibly off her chair, her bowels were more determined than ever to rid themselves of their burden, and her poop started painfully exiting her asshole and filling her panties one painful inch at a time as she gave up fighting.

If there was a good side, a few had noticed her pissing her panties, but no one had noticed the giant load of shit now filling the seat of her wet panties. The ceremony ended a couple embarrassing minutes later, and Jennifer made an excuse about being sick and ran to the bathroom where she cleaned herself the best she could and went commando the rest of the morning.

"Holy fuck," Anna said, touching herself despite anxious pleas from her bowels, "that was fucking hot!"

"And that brings us nearly to today," Jennifer said anxiously, "now can I please use the bathroom?? I'm about to fucking explode!"

"Not a chance," said Lori as she fought another severe urge from her bowels, "we need to know your experiences here prior to meeting us. Better keep talking before you burst."

Jennifer whimpered as her bladder and bowels screamed for relief and she squirmed badly trying her hardest not to release anything.

She went on to say that after starting here, she was holding just about every day, even if it was just her bladder. She mentioned that once she had started a bowel hold in the morning instead of the afternoon and found herself prairie dogging at the end of the day with a bladder full to bursting. While she was confident in her holding ability and the desperation turned her on, she started worrying as she started her last class that she wouldn't make it back to her dorm without an accident.

She continued to hold despite her obvious and brutal desperation, willing herself not to appear visibly desperate despite feeling like she was going to lose it all the way through class.

When she finally reached the end of class, her poop was already crowning painfully, and she was slowly leaking in her panties. She nearly slipped into the nearest bathroom but forced herself to maintain composure and wait until she got back to the dorm, promising herself she'd let herself go then.

The problem was that her body had other ideas. As she got into the building and started climbing the stairs to her third-floor room, her bowels had enough, and she painfully and helplessly felt every inch of the massive load fill her panties. Somehow, her bladder had not released, so she was stuck climbing the stairs with a huge load in her pants and her bladder throbbing as she desperately made her way to her room for clean panties and her toiletries.

She waddled to the communal bathrooms, barely holding her bladder as her massive shit swayed between her cheeks. She took a step into a stall, and her bladder reached maximum capacity as she whimpered and completely soaked her pants inches from relief.

"My lord," Brianna said as she squirmed against her own aching bowels, "that's quite an episode."

"Yes," Jennifer said with another moan and whimper, "now can I please use the bathroom??"

"Hmmm," Lori said, "what do we vote ladies? Is Jennifer allowed relief?"

"I vote no," Erica said as she crossed her legs against her bursting bladder.

"I also vote no," Lori said as she farted, nearly shitting her pants.

"Oh, come on!" Jennifer was groaning now, hardly able to stand still.

"My vote is no," Anna said with a devilish grin as she squeezed back her turtlehead once more.

"I vote yes," Brianna said, "in defiance of compliance because if she doesn't go soon, I'm going to shit myself too."

"Thank you, Professor," Jennifer groaned out, "oh God, I can't wait! I'm about to lose control! I need to- I can't-"

Jennifer's bursting organs could take no more. She whimpered pathetically then, and her bladder exploded, covering her pants and creating a massive puddle on the floor. As she sighed with relief at her bladder's sudden emptiness, her bowels overwhelmed her.

"Oh shit," Jennifer whimpered, "I can't hold it!" She turned to show the other women as the wet seat of her joggers tented out. Over the next couple minutes, her pants ballooned out more and more as she continued to shit herself unabated. Finally she finished with a fart and a relieved sigh as she said, "That feels a lot better."

Brianna looked on with fascination as she said, "And that, ladies, is it for me. I can't wait a second longer." She whimpered too as she bent her knees and four days of shit started rapidly filling her dress pants. She heaved a sigh of relief and said completely out of character, "Well, shit!"

Jennifer, finally relieved said, "Quite literally. I guess we know who's in the hot seat next time!"

Erica started laughing hysterically and her bladder responded in kind as she started soaking her pants.

Lori couldn't take it and started laughing at the joke and Erica's outburst. Within seconds, a fart erupted from her ass and she started explosively shitting her pants.

Before long, Anna was joining in the hilarity, and her overloaded bowels couldn't take it either. She laughed hard, and a rumbling fart escaped her clenched cheeks as her turtlehead pushed to daylight and she started filling her pants with a very hard and painful load.

The women all looked at each other, and Lori finally said, "Okay, Professor Stone, I hope you're ready. Next time we're grilling you about your past. I hope you have some good stories."

"Don't you worry, dear," Brianna said, "I've got a fair number."