Nora Ch 03 3

Nora woke up Friday morning feeling her bowels protesting at being denied relief as they frequently were. She was holding in four days of shit now, and was starting to feel her log turtlehead every so often. Still, she was holding on, and planned on making it to day five.

As she sat with Tom for breakfast, he could tell she was actively holding. The slight jiggling and crossing of her legs, an audible fart from time to time, the occasional anxious look on her face, it couldn't have been more obvious. He just hoped he could enjoy it this evening before she released her bowels.

What Nora hadn't told Tom was that she had a plan in mind, one that would turn him on like never before. As she finally kissed him before he left the house, she smiled to herself at how naughty it would all be.

Nora had a few light house chores to do, and it would give her bladder time to get a little more full. It would also cause her need for a bowel movement to get even more intense than it already was. She focused on getting everything done quickly, not wanting to make herself so desperate that she'd be unsafe in the next part of her plan today.

After completing her house chores, Nora realized it was all getting desperate enough that she probably shouldn't delay very much longer. She had a slightly early lunch, the extra food and drink likely to wreak havoc on her bladder and bowels, but that would play even better into her plan and she smiled at how well it would work.

Once she was finished with lunch, Nora was squirming. Her bladder was getting quite full, and her bowels were pushing pretty hard to her load out. It was going to be tough work keeping her bowels full until tomorrow, but she told herself it was the only way this was going to happen.

Finally, she grabbed her keys, slipped on her shoes, and took a bottle of water with her on the way to her car. She slowly slipped into the driver's seat, feeling her bladder angrily compress, and her bowels protesting again, demanding to be emptied. But neither would get any relief for the time being.

A little while longer, and she arrived at her destination, and carefully stepped out of the car, trying not to lose control in the process. She walked in, told the receptionist she was going to see Tom, and walked to his office. Although it was more of a tight-legged waddle at this point as she was pretty desperate to pee and poop, and really had to focus on not releasing anything. She hadn't peed since last night before bed, and she was halfway through day four without shitting.

As she knocked on the door, her husband's voice said, "It's open, come in!"

Nora slowly opened the door, slipped in and closed it behind her. Only then did Tom look up from a report he was buried in, and noticed Nora standing in front of him.

"What are you doing here sweetie," Tom asked kindly, "everything alright?"

"Well, yes and no," Nora said with a sly grin, "yes because I wanted to surprise you by coming here, which I did. No... well... because I'm desperate to piss and shit." She started doing a mild potty dance then as if to emphasize the point as she watched Tom's facial expression change from friendly surprise to disbelief and arousal all rolled into one.

"Wait," Tom asked, "so you came here desperate just to surprise me with it??"

"Pretty much," Nora admitted with an adorable smile on her face, "that okay with you?"

"Other than forgetting any part of what I was just doing? Yeah," Tom said, "I'm totally okay with that. May I ask how badly you have to go?"

"Haven't peed since last night," Nora admitted, blushing, "and haven't taken a shit in four days."

"My goodness," Tom said, "you are full! Well, I think it goes without saying, you can't use the toilet until I get back home. And we'll see from there. And of course you're welcome to hang out with me for a little while, but I have a meeting in 20 minutes that might last the rest of the day."

"I'll leave you to it," Nora said, crossing her legs then walking to the door, "just something to get you home on time." She gave Tom a wink, and slipped seductively out the door, crossing her legs the whole time.

Tom would of course be unable to think of much else the rest of the day.

Nora got to her car a few minutes later, squirming badly. She slipped back in the driver's seat, struggling to hold everything in. She wasn't sure how she would wait until Tom got home, but she decided she'd just try to focus on other things for a little while. Hopefully Tom wouldn't make her wait much longer to pee, though she knew she'd need to wait to poop until tomorrow, no matter how badly she needed to go already.

Nora arrived home a short time later, and she was bursting. She told herself she needed to wait for Tom, and not lose it too early. She jumped right into folding some laundry, nowhere near either of the bathrooms. She was crossing her legs tightly the whole time, feeling her bladder filling to a point of real discomfort, bulging slightly under her shirt, and her poop kept pushing against her tightly clenched asshole. She was holding everything in, but it was becoming difficult work.

After all the laundry, she cleaned the bedrooms and made their bed, grunting and groaning with the exertion of holding back both her bladder and bowels. Her bladder felt like it would explode at this point, and she couldn't stand up straight. Thankfully her poop wasn't turtleheading, or she might lose control of it.

Finally, Tom arrived back home, and Nora heard his car pull into the driveway. She thanked her lucky stars that she had made it this far, but knew she maybe had minutes before her bladder wouldn't be able to hold her ocean of pee anymore and she'd wet herself.

Tom opened the door less than a minute later and was greeted by the sight of his gorgeous wife doing a fairly severe potty dance with legs crossed tightly, hands in her crotch, looking like she didn't have very much time left before something would give.

"Still holding on dear?" Tom asked with a smile.

"Barely, baby," Nora said looking awfully distressed, "barely! I need to pee so bad, I'm about to pee my pants! And I'm prairie dogging often enough that it's getting concerning! Can I please go pee??"

"Well, not yet," Tom said casually, "I think you should hang on just a little longer."

"But Tom," Nora whined, "I need to piss so bad! I can't hold it much longer!"

"But I can't enjoy the show if you go too soon," Tom complained, "and I haven't seen you since earlier in my office. You need to hold it dear."

"Oh shit," Nora said, mildly alarmed but internally enjoying every second of it, "I won't make it five minutes before I piss my pants!"

"Then it'll be an interesting five minutes," Tom said, "won't it?"

Nora just groaned and twisted her legs even harder, doing everything in her power to hold the flood in her bladder. She was whining about two minutes in, looking like she was at the end of her rope when she suddenly farted extremely loudly for several seconds. She felt her log opening her asshole, and had to stop and clench to keep it from filling her pants.

"Sweetie," Nora whimpered, "I gotta shit really badly."

"You're definitely not allowed to take a shit," Tom said firmly, "so don't you dare let that log out!"

Nora purred with Tom's sudden assertiveness. "I love it when you're so controlling, don't stop!"

Nora groaned heavily as she winced, agony on her face as she fought to keep her massive shit in her bowels, and that's what finally did her in. As she was clenching against her heavy bowel movement, her bladder took advantage of the shift in focus, and suddenly a squirt dampened her panties. She squealed as she tried in vain to control her bladder, but it was too late, and she was forced to squeeze her anus shut as tightly as possible as her leaks turned into a torrential flood, and she peed her pants for nearly two minutes before it finally trickled to a stop.

"I couldn't wait," Nora said breathlessly, "my bladder was simply too full. At least my bowels are back in control for now. But it's getting worse quickly."

"That's great," Tom said with a smirk, "but you're still not allowed to shit until I give you permission. Better keep on clenching, sweetheart."

Nora just purred with a seductive smile on her face as she stood there in her puddle, "Yes, dear."

Tom helped Nora remove her wet pants and panties and cleaned her up, and as she was about to put on fresh panties and joggers, she grunted softly, and Tom watched as the head of her first log poked dangerously far out of her asshole before she was able to squeeze it back into her rectum. She wasn't going to last much longer than tomorrow morning, so Tom had to come up with a plan to make it count.

They spent the rest of the evening having dinner, watching a show together on the couch, and by the end of the evening, Nora had to pee desperately again. Tom of course was extreme turned on by Nora's desperate situation, and asked if she would be willing to have sex. She agreed, but said they'd have to take it easy so she didn't lose her load in the midst of their lovemaking. Tom agreed, then started caressing her curves, fondling her breasts and ass as she moaned with pleasure and deep arousal. It wasn't long before both were ready for more, and Tom laid down on the bed with Nora riding him, both moaning with their arousal. As they made passionate love, Nora couldn't help but focus on her bowels, and as she was about to climax, she had to squeeze her asshole shut once more to keep her bowels from emptying on the bed. Tom felt her tighten up, but it only helped him cum faster as he got his release with Nora on top desperately trying to squeeze her shit back into her bowels.

They finally went to bed after Tom allowed Nora one last pee for the evening. The morning would get interesting really quickly, so he had to get creative in a hurry. His thoughts before falling asleep were of a quick plan to control Nora even more.

For Nora's part, she fell asleep clenching so hard, she thought she'd break something trying to keep from shitting herself.

On waking up Saturday morning, Tom had cautiously approached Nora. She was breathing heavily, and looked very restless. It was obvious she needed to use the bathroom badly even in her sleep. He watched as she shifted around, admiring how sexy she was when she was desperately trying to hold on.

As she kept moving around, she started moaning softly. At first it just sounded like she was stirring awake, but Tom started recognizing a difference right away. She was moaning in her sleep because she was desperate to use the bathroom, and it became obvious a moment later as her eyes slowly opened, then went wide as saucers as she sat bolt upright and jammed her hands between her legs, bouncing in bed for a second before jumping from the covers. She kept her legs tightly clasped around her hands as she slowly waddled to the bathroom, but Tom beat her through the door and sat on the toilet she so desperately needed.

"Good morning," Tom said with a smile, "gotta go honey?"

"Oh God," Nora said, "I have to go desperately! Please get off that toilet NOW!"

"No," he said with a grin, "I don't think I will. You need to hold it."

"But baby," Nora whimpered, "I'm about to lose it!"

"I think you'll be okay," Tom said smiling, "now be a good girl and hold it for a little longer."

Nora groaned, but danced in front of Tom, desperately trying to hold on. She didn't make another move toward the toilet, and he didn't move, just watched her squirm with satisfaction and deep arousal.

After several minutes of Nora dancing and whimpering, Tom looked at her with compassion and said, "I bet you'd really like to pee now, wouldn't you?"

"A bit more than that," Nora whined, "but yes, I need to go!"

"Okay," Tom said, "go ahead and pee, but no pooping yet."

"Oh God," Nora exclaimed, "thank you!" Without a further word she pulled down her pajama pants and panties, slamming her ass painfully on the seat. Within a matter of seconds, she was peeing noisily in the bowl.

Tom let her get relief for a few seconds then carried out the next part of his plan. "STOP!" he yelled.

Nora looked shocked, and the surprise alone caused her to cut her flow short. "What... what are you... Tom??"

"That's it," Tom said, "no more relief. Wipe, pants up, and let's go!"

"But Tom--" Nora started to protest before she was cut off.

"But nothing," Tom said firmly, "you've gotten all the relief you deserve, time to hold it again."

"That's cruel and unusual," Nora said, then grinned, "but I love it!" She quickly wiped and pulled her pants back up, despite angry pleading from her partially relieved bladder and extremely full bowels. She'd hold it until she was offered another chance at relief, whenever that was.

It turned out that was another hour later, after breakfast and a shower, with Nora squirming very badly again. "Tom," she whined, "I really need to go!"

"Okay sweetie," he said, "let's go."

They walked together to the bathroom, and Tom motioned for Nora to sit. She pulled her pants and panties down, desperately dancing the whole time.

Tom looked at her with a grin and said, "Poop only, no pee or you hold it longer."

"Jesus Tom," Nora groaned, "that will be nearly impossible!"

"You'll need to figure it out" he said with a smirk, "you don't want to hold it all even longer."

"Oooh... I guess..." she stammered, "I guess I'll need to try."

She sat down then, and tried to release her bowels without peeing, but it wasn't working. She thought instinctively to squeeze her urethra with a finger, which should work. She tried relaxing her bowels, and felt her hole opening quickly, but the monster turd was so big she immediately felt it stop. She'd need to push. There was almost no way she'd get it out without peeing. She lightly pushed, grunting slightly as it started forcing her asshole open and turtleheading. It was out a couple inches about thirty seconds later, but her urethra burned from her held back flood. She whimpered, realizing she was about to lose this battle.

"Tom," she cried, "I can't!" With that her bladder noisily released for several seconds before she was able to cut off the flow, but it was too late. Tom heard it, and looked at her with a mild look of empathy.

"Too bad," Tom said, "you lost your opportunity. Pants up, time to hold it."

"Baby," Nora whined, "it's already coming out! I can't!"

"Not much choice," Tom declared, "you didn't follow the rules."

Nora groaned loudly and said, "It's coming out, this isn't going to work!" She still complied, wiped quickly and pulled up her pants, grunting and dancing trying to squeeze her load back into her rectum. The problem was, her bowels had experienced the start of release, and weren't going to give up now.

Over the next few minutes, Nora's grunting and groaning was more pronounced, her needs almost completely overpowering her, and she kept pleading with Tom, "Please... I'm about to have an accident! Please let me go before I have an accident!" Her poop kept slowly inching out, and after nearly ten minutes was firmly pushing on her panties. She told Tom, "Baby, my shit is starting to come out in my pants, and I'm about to piss myself, my bladder hurts so much!"

"It's not time to go yet," Tom said with a grin, "you better hold it."

"Baby," Nora whimpered finally, "I can't, I'm about to--" she started to say. Then, without further warning, her bladder suddenly gave up, her control giving way to a massive flood through her pants and onto the floor as she moaned for over a minute and a half with relief. Before she even had time to enjoy the feeling of emptiness, her bowels made a push so hard it weakened her knees, and she started filling her panties with five days of shit.

Every contour of her massive load forced through her asshole, her legs involuntarily spreading to give birth to her massive shit. She moaned with exertion and exhaustion, breathing heavily through each inch of her ordeal. Tom simply watched in awe, unable to say anything. He was so turned on, he couldn't come up with the words. He fully intended on making love to Nora the moment she was done.

Finally, over five minutes later, Nora farted loudly several times as the last of her load came crawling out of her bowels into her panties, and she nearly collapsed in her puddle on the floor before Tom caught her.

"That was incredible sweetie," Tom said with a loving smile, "you held that so long! Hottest thing I've seen in a long time!"

"Thank you," Nora panted, "that was exhausting. And by the way, I hope you control me like that again, it was such a turn-on!"

"Glad to hear it," Tom said, "I bet I can come up with other ideas. By the way, speaking of arousal, how would you feel about waiting to clean up until after we make love?"

"I honestly love it," Nora purred, "I thought you'd never ask."

They moved to the bedroom then, Tom caressing Nora's curvy ass through her shit-filled, soaking wet panties, and before long their moans of pleasure echoed through the house.