Continuation of the pregnancy theme, nearly done if it's not your thing.
Heather's pregnancy was progressing well, and the baby girl was extremely healthy. The young couple was over a couple times every week to chat with Heather, feel the baby move, and continuing to offer any support they could. Heather had found as the third trimester progressed that holding her bladder for any period of time was impossible, so she'd only hold as long as it took to get to a toilet. Sometimes, however, even that was too long, and she often had little wetting accidents in her panties and maternity pants, or under a dress. On the flip side, her constipation was a frequent issue, and she'd often go at least 3-4 days before she'd even feel her bowels wake up, and that was easier to hold in. She had found that she couldn't really last more than 5 days before she absolutely had to get her poop out, as she had found out by pooping herself several times in the last couple months, both at work and at home, often in front of Lauren and Kelsie, and once in front of the young couple. Thankfully they had not thought any less of her.
Heather was now at 36 weeks, her belly was huge, every sleeping and sitting position was uncomfortable, and her body just generally hurt. She was ready to have this baby, but she still had at least three weeks left.
She found herself at work on a Thursday with 4 days of poop in her bowels, but unable to go. The urges were not strong enough to overcome the blockage in her bowels, at least not yet. As she started her day, she was peeing about every hour, once or twice needing to wait and squirm as she helped a customer, and once before lunch she actually leaked a little in her panties and maternity pants. She finally broke for lunch, where she sat down to eat a salad she'd made at home.
As she ate, her stomach started gurgling, which was usually a precursor to her bowels awakening, though it often meant she'd still have some time before she would be desperate to poop. The next warning sign would be increasingly frequent farting as her bowels cleared out room to push the poop out. After eating she went back to work, feeling the heaviness in her loaded bowels slowly getting worse. Just after lunch, at a quiet time in the early afternoon, Heather started farting. That didn't usually happen until much later in the day, so Heather was surprised by how rapidly it came on.
As she was about two hours from the end of her day, her fullness went from a dull heaviness to a pronounced pressure in her rectum, and she suddenly needed to poop quite noticeably. Still, she wanted to wait a little longer, at least until she got home. Heather squeezed her anus shut, and continued to hold her load in, still peeing every hour as her baby bump compressed her bladder. She finally reached the end of her day feeling a significant urge to poop, but continued to shift around and hold her load in her ass.
When she finally made it home, she had to pee desperately again. She went to the bathroom, fidgeting and crossing her legs as she got to the toilet feeling her pee right on the edge of coming out, and she had to quickly ease her large ass onto the seat before finally exploding in the bowl. She sighed as she peed, finally relieved. Her poop tried to open her anus, but she squeezed it closed and kept holding.
Sometime shortly thereafter, Lauren and Kelsie arrived home, and noticed Heather shifting around on the couch, and Lauren asked her, "Do you need to go badly?"
"Yes," Heather said, caressing her belly, "I need to poop pretty badly."
Kelsie chimed in with, "Well, it wouldn't be any fun to let you poop now, you should hold it."
