Meeting Heather

Lauren and Kelsie had been indulging in their fun as often as possible and were still enjoying their new relationship. Sometime shortly after the record-breaking bladder hold Kelsie did, she brought up the shipping store employee again to Lauren. It took no convincing for Lauren to agree to go in there from time to time just to see if she was someone like them. Did she hold her pee and poop and get desperate like they both did? There was only one way to find out. She was a cute girl, average height, with curly dirty blonde hair to her shoulders, average boobs and a nearly perfect ass. Lauren and Kelsie had to find out more.

Over a couple weeks, the couple went into the store at varying times, each time for something minor, once for a long package return. They both noticed some semi-obvious nonverbal signs that this employee about their age was seemingly always holding her bodily functions. A couple times on visits late in the day it was very obvious, from leg shaking, bobbing in spot, legs crossed, an occasional wince, and they both realized this cute young employee was an obvious holder. In fact, during the package return late in the day, her signs became pronounced as she clearly couldn't do what was needed to stem her needs and was getting progressively more desperate. Almost at the end of the return, the couple caught an audible fart, and she instantly jammed a hand in between her legs. It was then that Lauren made her proposition.

Looking at the name tag she said, "Heather, you clearly know us, you're always smiling at us when we're in here, and we both think you're super gorgeous, especially when you're, you know...." Then Lauren pointed at Heather's crotch, where a tiny wet spot was visible on her tan work pants. "Think you can hold it until after your shift and meet us at our place?"

"Ummm, wow! I didn't really expect this... well, maybe I did. Anyway, yeah, I should be able to wait, what's the address?"

Lauren wrote the address on a sticky note, then slid it across the countertop to Heather.

"Thanks! I get off at 6, and I'll be right over!"

"Okay, see you soon!"

Lauren and Kelsie got in their car and drove back home then, and Kelsie said, "Did we seriously just do that? That was crazy!"

"We sure did! Now we'll have to see if she can actually wait that long!"

A couple hours later, Lauren and Kelsie had consumed quite a bit of water, and both had to pee quite badly. There was a knock on the door. Lauren walked to the eyehole and looked through to see Heather dancing around outside their door in a clear state of desperation. She opened the door and in a welcoming voice with a hint of strain said, "Come on in, we've been...ugh... waiting for you!"

Heather walked in, or more accurately waddled, and looked over Kelsie and Lauren before pulling their names from memory of the paperwork she'd processed for them, "Lauren and... Kelsie?"

"That's right," Lauren said, "nice to officially be introduced!"

"And in such a dramatic way," said Kelsie as she crossed her legs to hold her flood, "what's your... mmmh... holding status?"

Heather started doing a pronounced potty dance on hearing that question asked, and said through desperate grunts, "I... ugh... I've been holding my poop for a few days now, and... nnngh... I haven't peed since I woke up this morning."

"When was that," Lauren said, "if you don't mind my asking?"

"Not at all. About 6 this morning."

"Holy shit," Kelsie said, "you've been holding both for 12 hours?? That's badass! I don't know that I could do that."

Heather grunted a little more loudly and said, "Hnnngh... I'm about at my limit though, I usually go straight home and destroy my home toilet, and that would be right about now. I'm about to have an accident!"

"Well," Lauren said, "I think you just need to prove to us you really do deserve to use our toilet, and we'll think about it."

"What?? Mmm... uuugh... oooh... how do I... hnnnngh... do that?"

The girl sounded like she was barely holding it all in, and the potty dance basically confirmed that.

"Walk us through your history of holding," said Kelsie, catching on to what Lauren wanted, "where it started, why you still do it, what your holds look like, and what you'd want to try if you could, things like that."

"But I have to go right now!"

"So do we," Lauren said, "so start talking and maybe you can use the toilet before it's too late."

Heather started detailing her earliest experiences holding everything in a house with only one bathroom, as well as at school where she was often shy. She mentioned she started really enjoying holding, and would often come home from school bursting, only to find the bathroom in use, and would be forced to remain desperate that much longer. Sometimes most of the family would come back around the same time, and she would let everyone go to the bathroom first. She'd tell them she was fine and could wait, lying of course, just to intentionally deprive herself of relief even longer. Many times she'd leak in her panties before she could get in the bathroom, or a giant shit would make its way out, turtlehead and sometimes make some stains in her panties. It was rare she had a full-on accident as she could usually judge her holding ability quite well. One time in her later high school years, she did misjudge it, as her mom had invited a friend over to talk about some college prospects for Heather. Heather had of course forgotten as she was busy desperately holding in three days worth of bowel contents and a day full of pee. When she got home very ready to finally use the bathroom, the friend was on the couch and ushered her over to talk, and Heather had to shyly submit to a talk about college while desperately trying not to piss and shit her pants. The talk went on for nearly an hour, during which Heather could have likely excused herself but didn't. Thinking she could wait, she held till the end, when a leak darkened her panties, and her poop was actively pushing to get out, only held against the seat of her panties by her tight ass pressed against the couch cushion. When she finally made her excuses, she was in an emergency situation, and wasn't sure she could make it to the bathroom. She finally dashed to the bathroom, shit moving the whole time, pee leaking, and completely pissed and shit her panties under her skirt within sight of the toilet.

She finally detailed a later experience, where she'd held it leading into graduation. As she was starting this story, Lauren and Kelsie were squirming against the pressure in their full bladders, and they could tell Heather was doing everything possible to avoid pissing and shitting herself. She told them how she'd gotten excited to hold it during graduation just because it would be naughty to be desperate while getting her diploma. So, she started holding a couple days before, so she'd have a nice big load knocking on her back door, and didn't pee when she woke up, knowing she'd become very desperate by the time she walked up to get her diploma at around 11. And, she had said, with the graduation gown and her dress underneath, if she lost control no one would likely know unless she was obvious about it. As the morning went on and she put up her hair and did makeup, Heather was openly squirming in desperation, still holding everything in. She promised herself she wouldn't be too obvious as the time came to sit through the ceremony and walk up for her diploma. Hopefully she could make it right to a bathroom as soon as it was all over. The time for the ceremony finally arrived, and the drive there was pure torture, her bladder and bowels nearing max capacity, and the idea that relief was impossible for at least another hour made Heather shudder with arousal. She was slightly wet thinking about how naughty she was being, denying herself a bathroom and bringing herself so dangerously close to an accident in public at her high school graduation. Still, she had to contain her bladder and bowels, her desperation, and her arousal from it so no one would know she was bursting under her cap and gown.

Finally, as the ceremony started, she was prairie dogging, and her bladder was nearly full enough to start leaking. Still, she held it. A couple of speeches which were likely heartfelt and profound but which she ignored as she focused on not exploding in her seat. Then the procession of students lining up to get diplomas. Luckily, she was early in the lineup and didn't have to wait long. She mildly squirmed standing in line waiting for her turn, then as she was only a few from the front, her poop made a push to the exit, and she squeezed and squirmed slightly trying to keep from unloading. It worked, and she only lost a leak of pee, but was prairie dogging badly now, unable to keep the poop fully in her rectum.

Finally, it was Heather's turn. As she walked up to shake hands with the Principal and Superintendent, her poop was slowly moving again, and another small leak dampened her panties more. She was graduating from high school while effectively in the midst of having an accident in her panties. It was such a turn-on, she had a hard time keeping a straight face while trying to contain her needs. She finally walked back to her seat, standing with everyone else while the rest of the class received their diplomas. Heather was nearing her end, with her poop now firmly connecting with the seat of her panties but still lodged in her rectum. She was slowly leaking pee, and hoped she could keep it to a slow leak so as not to be too visible.

Graduation ended and she threw her cap in the air with the crowd, and went to find it afterward, getting with her parents for some pictures. At this point her pee was starting to trickle down the inside of her thighs, but she was still bursting. Her poop had tented out the seat of her panties and was starting to coil up in the seat as more kept coming out very slowly. Heather was powerless to stop it, she had simply held it too long. She tried to maintain composure as she filled her panties, smiling through the pictures and unable to escape to a toilet. Finally, her parents and a few friends were done taking pictures, and Heather said she had to visit a bathroom as she was bursting, which was no lie. She tried not to seem like she was waddling with a load in her panties that was still coming out as she went to the arts building to find a toilet. When she entered the building, she knew she was out of time. Her bowels finally pushed the last firm log into her panties, and her bladder pulsated. She quickly waddled into the bathroom, and before she could even get into a stall her bladder leaked again and Heather knew it was all over. With no time to do anything else, she quickly lifted her dress and gown, then squatted hastily over the floor drain as her bladder burst through her panties into the drain. When her pee was finished, Heather admired her load in the mirror for a moment, relishing how naughty it was that she'd gotten away with an accident at her high school graduation. Then she carefully waddled into a stall where she took off her gown and dress, then slid her panties down her legs and dumped the giant pile of shit into the toilet. By some miracle, there were only light poo stains and a big wet stain on the crotch and butt of her panties, but she thought it best to dispose of them anyway. She cleaned herself up, then met her parents for a celebration lunch going commando the rest of the day. No one ever knew about that.

When she finished that story, Heather grunted, groaned, and started panting. "Please, I have to... nnngh... go... aaah... right now!"

Kelsie said, "What about college and your current job? You're not done yet."

Heather moaned, begging to use the toilet one more time, but it was no use, she wasn't allowed to go and she knew it.

She went on telling her college experiences, dancing and squirming the whole time. Once she got a roommate, she'd thought her fun might be over. She'd hold, but never to a point of real desperation in case it made her roommate uncomfortable. She wanted to hold until she was desperate, and she wanted to lose control again, but she didn't want to get an RA complaint from her roommate for being a disgusting person.

As the first couple of months went on though, Heather realized her roommate, Erica, a skinny blonde with an amazing body, often looked fidgety in the mornings, sometimes after classes, and she wondered if they shared a common interest. One day she tested it out. She only had a couple of easy classes that day, and knew Erica did as well. She knew she needed to poop, as she'd been holding it two days, this Friday being her third day. She intentionally skipped her morning pee, ensuring that she'd come back just before lunch bursting at both ends. She made it back without having an accident by 10:30, and Erica made it back a few minutes later. As she entered the room, Heather could tell Erica was at least a little fidgety and decided to put the hook in the water to see if Erica took the bait. Heather said, "Hey, how's it going?"

"Good," Erica said, "glad to be done for the day."

"You okay? You look a little fidgety." Heather was doing a semi-noticeable potty dance as she was asking this, hoping Erica noticed.

"One could say the same about you," pointing to her roommate's crotch, "you don't seem to be much better off."

A brief awkward pause, then Heather said, "How do I ask this... do you enjoy holding it as much as I do?"

"I was hoping you'd ask, because I felt so awkward thinking of a way to ask you. Yes, the answer is yes."

The two girls then struck up a lengthy conversation about their holding desires and experiences, accidents they'd both had waiting a bit too long, and agreed to hold it for each other a while longer. After a short time, neither could hold it so they walked into their single user bathroom, and both had accidents in front of each other. An instant friendship formed, and they spent their college years together exploring their joint interests, often holding and having accidents in front of one another. Unfortunately, they'd gone separate ways when they graduated, but still kept in touch to this day.

After school, Heather had gotten the job at the shipping store, intending to go back to school for a master's degree, but hadn't found time. In the meantime, she learned her job professionally and intended to use it to get caught up financially before moving up the ladder. When she realized the job was often a one-person shift, she quickly realized she might be able to use that to continue her interests. Before long, she was learning to hold it in during her 10-hour shift, and most of the time was able to do it without showing too many outward signs of her growing discomfort and eventual desperation. It became fun, denying herself the bathroom when she knew she needed it, often pretending the door was locked, or the toilet clogged, or some other scenario that kept her from the relief she badly needed. It still aroused her greatly, and she intended to keep doing it as long as possible. A few times, she mentioned she had recalled her experience at her graduation and had made sure to eat and drink extra and wear a professional skirt or dark pants. Then Heather would hold until the end of the day, and intentionally started to lose control just before her shift ended so she would be having an accident as she was locking up, sometimes completely pissing and shitting herself in the parking lot, sometimes right when she got home, her load slowly entering her panties the whole way home and pee leaking in her panties until she completely lost it.

As she was relaying this part, bringing Lauren and Kelsie up to date, she started looking at both with pleading eyes and lots of grunting and groaning between words as she said, "Can I please please please use the toilet??? I'm begging you! I can't hold it anymore!!"

Kelsie squirmed against her desperately full bladder as she said, "You really have to go that badly?" Lauren gave her a devilish grin at that.

"Oh my god, YES! My poop is already starting to touch my panties, and I'm leaking piss!! Damnit, please, p-p-please... uuugh... nnngh...ooooh... I NEED TO PISS AND SHIT NOW!!!" She was nearly screaming and crying that last part, and as she did, Kelsie and Lauren gave each other a look, then looked back at Heather. But that brief moment of hesitation was too much, and Heather started whimpering as she said, "It's too late, I'm having an accident...." A full day's worth of pent-up piss and three days of shit quickly emptied into her panties and tan work pants. She sighed with relief, and some embarrassment, at the mess she'd made of herself in front of her new friends. They both looked at her as she pissed and shit herself with a look of sympathy tinged with admiration that she'd held on so long. After all, she came in bursting, and they'd made her wait another 20 minutes telling her stories. Of course it was Kelsie's turn to help with Heather's embarrassment, as she squealed and suddenly the other two watched as she completely soaked her pants. It was all too much for Lauren's bursting bladder, which after a short whimper, let go completely as she flooded her jeans with piss.

When it was all said and done, three pairs of pants were soaked, one filled with a giant load of shit, and the girls looked at each other with a knowing look. This was a friendship that would last. They all showered together after Heather cleaned up, then Kelsie offered her a skirt and panties to use in order to get home as they were nearly the same size. Heather was thankful for her new friend's generosity, and said she'd return them next time she was over.

Of course, that wouldn't need to wait too long if any of them had the choice.