Nora Ch. 02

After the girls had left for school, Nora realized it was a good opportunity to have some fun with Tom. Little did she realize as he had been so turned on by her holding, desperation and accidents that he was already planning to initiate the fun.

It was now three weeks after the girls had gone to school, and Tom had calmly asked that Nora poop Sunday evening and prepare to hold it all week. He knew he could justify getting out early most Fridays, so he had an idea for Friday afternoon that Nora would hopefully enjoy in order to add a little variety into her holding adventures.

They woke up Friday morning, Tom showered and dressed for work, and he kissed Nora on the way to make his coffee and breakfast. She stirred, but didn't fully wake up for another few minutes. When she did, her bowels and bladder alerted her in no uncertain terms that they needed to be emptied. Nora knew she couldn't poop yet, but she knew she'd have to pee or risk an accident. So she hobbled to the bathroom, stiff from sleep and being so desperately full. She got to the toilet, pulled her panties aside and her bladder exploded. At the same time, her poop tried to come out, but she pushed it back in with her fingers through the seat of her panties before squeezing it back into her rectum to hold longer.

Tom was waiting in the kitchen when she came out, and he could tell Nora needed to use the bathroom just from the tension in her body. "Good morning sweetie," he said warmly, "how are you doing this morning?"

"Well honey," Nora said, "not to be too blunt, but I really need to take a shit. Like really badly." She poured coffee and joined him.

"Did you pee already?"

"Yes," Nora confirmed, "I was about to burst, couldn't hold it."

"Well," Tom said, "just know that was your last pee until I get home from work."

"WHAT??" Nora was shocked by his boldness.

"Yes," Tom said with little change in his demeanor, "in fact you're not allowed to let anything out until I get back home."

"Seriously? I'm not allowed to use the bathroom at all?" Nora was playing the game, and Tom easily knew it, but Nora was also extremely aroused by being told she couldn't use the bathroom without permission. She elected to tell Tom as an incentive to get him home nice and early. "You do realize how much it turns me on that you're controlling me, right?"

"I think I have an idea," Tom said with a devilish grin. He had more in store for his sexy and bursting wife when he got home from work, she just didn't know it yet.

A few minutes later they said their good byes and gave each other a hug and kiss before Tom left for the day. Nora was quite full and desperate to poop, but she couldn't go for several more hours, likely at least five more hours, so she had to remain focused on not letting anything out. She also knew her bladder would eventually start filling again, and she'd have to try not to drink too much so it didn't get too urgent anytime soon. She would just need to keep herself slightly busy, but not do anything physically strenuous so she didn't cause a premature release.

As the morning started progressing, Nora's bladder wasn't feeling full, in fact she didn't feel anything the first couple hours. Her bowels were another story. Every fart felt like a battering ram trying to force her shit into her panties, and she was prairie dogging frequently and struggling to squeeze her load back in. It would become increasingly difficult to hold her load in, especially as her bladder filled, but she was intent on obeying Tom's request.

By 10, Nora started to feel her bladder, but it was at most a minor irritation. Her bowels were still her focus. She had been keeping busy with light house chores and occasional reading, but decided to stop doing anything physical and watch a movie so she didn't cause anything to come out. At 10:30 she started the movie with a drink and a snack, and she was starting to feel some added signals from her bladder. It wasn't serious yet, but she knew by lunch she'd likely need to go pretty badly, which would not help her bowels at all.

As the movie was playing, Nora slowly sipped her drink and ate her snack, clenching her asshole the entire time against what was now a very urgent shit bursting to come out. She didn't want her bowels to go any more berserk than she already knew they would, but to some extent she knew it was unavoidable. She just hoped she could hold everything in until Tom got home.

An hour into the movie, Nora was squirming pretty badly. Though being seated helped some, it was causing her bowels to cramp, which didn't help her steadily filling bladder, and made her need to clench somewhat harder against her load. It was then she realized she had another three or more hours before Tom got home, and she started thinking this might be cutting it a little close depending on how much her needs worsened. She'd just need to remain focused, and do whatever it took to keep everything in.

Another half hour went by slowly as Nora focused on clenching, slowly feeling her bladder get just a little more full. It was getting to the point where the squirming and clenching would not be only from her full bowels, Nora just hoped her bladder wouldn't fill at a faster pace, otherwise she might be in trouble.

The last half hour, Nora was farting like crazy, which usually only happened if she had simply held her shit in way too long. Each fart felt like it was compressing more shit into her already enormous and desperate load, and it was becoming exceedingly difficult to keep holding it in. Still, she wasn't allowed to go yet, so she squeezed her cheeks tightly, and continued to hold back her now extremely desperate load.

The movie finally ended, and Nora sat on the couch for a moment longer, suddenly afraid if she stood too quickly, her bowels would immediately evacuate into her panties. She couldn't help but be vocal about it at this stage. As she sat there struggling she exclaimed to the walls, "Oh God, I have to go so badly! I'm so desperate! Just hold it, Nora, you're not allowed to go yet!"

She finally rose carefully from the couch, clenching the whole time against the intense pressure in her bowels and against her asshole. She was bursting, and there was no other way to put it. This load was going to come out soon, she only had to delay it long enough for Tom to make it home, and even that would be a close call. She carefully made it onto the kitchen, having decided to have a small lunch. She was too full and desperate to have anything big, but the likelihood of her lunch making it to her bowels before Tom made it home was slim. She figured she could risk it.

Nora made a small sandwich, something that wouldn't cause her bowels to rumble any extra, and slowly consumed it as she carefully sipped just a little more water. Her bladder was feeling very full now, and it would be a major struggle to contain her flood as the early afternoon progressed, especially with her bowels packed so full.

After lunch, Nora felt like she needed to distract herself further. It was likely going to be about an hour and a half before Tom got out of work, closer to two hours before he was back home. She was worried if she couldn't keep herself occupied and distracted from the intensity of her needs, she'd succumb to them and have an accident before Tom got home. She picked up a book and sat at the table reading, clenching and squirming for nearly an hour before she felt her bladder throbbing and she had to stand up and cross her legs tightly to contain her desperate urges. It seemed like her urges were not really going away at this point, and she still had nearly an hour before Tom got home. She was running out of time, and she could feel her body sending dire signals to that effect. She'd keep holding regardless.

Finally, it was about 2, about the time Tom should be getting out of work. Nora was beyond desperate, her body a ball of nearly constant desperate urges to empty her bladder and bowels. While she wasn't thinking about it and didn't expect it, she suddenly got a text from Tom that read: "Just getting out, I'll probably be home in twenty minutes, maybe less if I can drive fast. Still holding?"

Nora was barely able to stand still long enough to answer, but she danced and squirmed as she struggled to accurately type, "I'm about to explode, please hurry!" It took a few errors and corrections for her to get the text off, at which point she jammed a hand against her pussy, pocketed her phone and jammed the other hand against her asshole to keep her first log in place. She was nearly at her limit, and was just hoping she had enough strength to wait for Tom. She'd do her best, but she was frantic now.

The next twenty minutes, Nora frequently had to squeeze herself with her hands to keep from pissing and shitting herself. She was dancing frantically, crossing and jiggling her legs, her asshole twitching like it was getting ready to give up entirely, and she was grunting, groaning, and panting with the effort it was taking to avoid losing control. Worse, she could feel added pressure further up in her bowels, and knew her lunch was now adding to the already immense load she was holding back. It wouldn't be long, she knew, before she would have an uncontrollable accident, completely overcome by the intensity of her needs.

Finally, she heard Tom's car pull into the driveway, then promptly shut off and she almost cheered, but stopped herself as she would likely have had an accident from any sudden movement. As she was dancing and squirming, barely holding everything in, Tom came walking through the door to behold his gorgeous wife doing the most intense potty dance he'd ever seen from her, and asked how she was doing, already knowing the answer.

"Baby," Nora whined, "I'm so fucking desperate! My shit is trying so hard to come out, and my bladder is about to burst! I can't stand still, or I'll explode! Can I PLEASE go to the bathroom????"

"As long as I can come with you!" Nora didn't realize he had hidden zip ties in the bathroom as she hadn't been in there all day, and that her ordeal was about to get a whole lot worse before it got better.

"Fine, fine, but I can't hold it in any longer, I have to go NOW!!!"

Tom smiled to himself as he watched Nora waddling very stiffly into the bathroom, and he was able to close distance with her and get just ahead, entering the bathroom several seconds ahead of her, grabbing the connected zip ties covertly without her noticing before hitting the light.

When Nora shuffled in a few seconds later, the zip ties were hidden in a hand behind Tom's back, and before his sexy wife could reach the toilet, he grabbed her and pulled her close, giving her a passionate kiss which she moaned in response to, feeling very aroused suddenly as Tom reached both hands behind her and caressed her desperately full ass. She hadn't noticed the zip ties, or the fact that he was guiding her to the wall-anchored shower curtain bar. She did notice as he very quickly and skillfully slid her shirt off, unclasping her bra with uncommon speed as her hands were still over her head removing her second sleeve when suddenly she felt her wrists tightened together, and Tom was standing there with a sly grin on his face.

"Tom!! What the... why did you... come on!! I NEED TO GO!! Let me down!!"

"You know," Tom said calmly, "I don't think I will."

"Oh, please! I seriously have to go right now! Baby, I'm going to have an accident!" Nora was trying to pull her wrists off the bar, while crossing and jiggling her legs, unable to grab herself, which she knew now was the only thing that would delay the inevitable any further. Simultaneously as she was pleading with Tom to let her go to the bathroom, she glanced at his groin and noticed he was pitching quite the tent, which turned her on even more.

Tom was super aroused at her desperate pleas, and he knew Nora would be able to tell he was hard. She did, and suddenly the look on her face changed slightly to one of utter agonizing desperation with distinct arousal breaking through. Tom looked at Nora's changed expression for a moment and asked, "This is turning you on like crazy, isn't it?"

Despite being overwhelmed and in pain from her desperate organs, Nora responded, "Oh God yes, when I release it all, I'll probably collapse from the orgasm. Oh God, I have to.... NNNNGH... go so badly!! I'm going to explode, I can't hold it anymore!!"

"Would you like your pants off," Tom asked, "so you don't destroy them?"

"Please, but hurry," Nora replied with obvious strain, "I'm... UUUGH... about to lose it!"

Tom quickly reached to her waistband, carefully unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, then quickly slid them off her toned legs, revealing her light purple cotton panties, and her bladder bulging underneath them. The moment her pants were off her legs she immediately crossed them so tight her thighs went white at the contact points, and she started grunting, groaning, then started breathing in short little panting breaths. Tom continued to watch as she started to whimper, clearly at the end of her rope.

She wasn't able to last more than a couple minutes this way before she finally cried in a final agonizing moment, "I... I can't... hold it! I'm going to have... AAAAH... an accident!!" Nora finally felt her bladder give up the fight, and her pee started spraying through the front of her panties. She sighed with relief as her bulging bladder started deflating to normal size as Tom watched in a near trance, his cock throbbing for two minutes as she continued pissing down her legs. Of course she wasn't nearly done yet.

As Nora's pee stream ended, she farted loudly and said, "Ooooh... I'm shitting myself!!"

Tom signaled for Nora to turn just a little so he could see her accident, and she happily obliged. For a couple seconds he didn't see anything, then it became obvious. His cock started throbbing even harder.

Nora felt her massive shit immediately stretch her asshole to an almost inhuman diameter, and started getting super aroused as she felt it slowly squeezing out into her panties. It took nearly a minute for it to tent her panties, then it started accelerating, and she felt inches at a time coiling in her panties, sagging them badly. It just kept coming out with seemingly no end in sight as Tom watched and nearly came in his pants on the spot, though he had a better idea on how to cap off this amazing experience. He just couldn't believe how hot his wife was having such a massive accident.

The shit kept coming out of Nora, lasting fully five minutes as it continued to fill her panties beyond what either Tom or Nora had imagined she was holding, and finally stopped at six minutes of non-stop shitting with a tremendous fart and over four feet of shit piled up in her panties as they sagged halfway down her ass. The shit was visible from behind her waistband, as well as through the leg elastics. Nora finally sighed and shuddered, her knees going weak as she was overcome by arousal and had a massive orgasm on the spot. Finally she panted out, "Well... that... was... something."

Tom was so turned on, he snipped the zip ties, led Nora straight to the bedroom, laid her down, and simply pulled the soaking wet crotch of her panties aside and they made passionate love for nearly an hour in her soaked and shit-filled panties.