Lori Ch. 15

The group gathered again, but this time it was Brianna's turn to get all the attention. She was told to hold her bowels all week, and was not allowed to pee after leaving the house that morning.

The women all knew she'd be at the brink of her control by the time they arrived at her place. It had to be that way, otherwise the end wouldn't be any fun.

When they did finally arrive, Brianna looked like she couldn't stand still. 27, slim but toned, Brianna Stone was the epitome of female form. Fellow professors and students alike couldn't keep their eyes off her. She was simply mesmerizing. Dirty blonde hair always woven into a tight braided ponytail, a perfectly round butt, and breasts about as proportionate as anyone could imagine on a woman of her 5'8" stature.

Today, that gorgeous body was tortured. She was holding five days of shit in her bowels, and a full day of piss in her overwhelmed and hardened bladder. She wasn't going to make it much longer. Brianna knew she wouldn't be allowed to go, and knew how she'd earn her right to use the bathroom, if she could hold it that long.

"Okay," Anna said, "you're up Professor. Tell us your holding history after high school, and how it got you here. Then maybe we'll let you go to the bathroom... maybe."

"I have to poop so badly already, and my bladder is about to explode," Brianna said with a desperate wiggle as she grabbed her crotch, "I hope I can last that long."

"No choice," Lori said, "it's your turn."

Brianna started by saying that she too held at her graduation. It was not by choice though. She woke up needing to poop and pee, and intended to do both, but her dad got her moving early to go get last minute supplies for the graduation party. She left the house needing both badly, and by the time she was back, she only had time for a quick pee, and needed to hold her load.

She put on her makeup, her dress, put up her long blonde hair, and got ready as her bowels kept loudly protesting. She just didn't have the time. It would have to wait. Unfortunately, her body had other ideas.

As rehearsal wound down, Brianna found that her poop just wouldn't stop pressing on her anus, and her hole kept opening, threatening to unleash its days-long burden into her panties. She kept clenching, hoping maybe she'd get a chance before the ceremony. That chance never came, as the bathrooms were full the moment the rehearsal ended. She squirmed and crossed her legs in line, but ultimately had to leave when she realized she was out of time. She just had to hold it, Brianna told herself.

Of course, as the universe goes, about the time the music started, her bladder decided to join in the fun. She was nervously drinking her water all morning, and it had caught up with her by surprise.

As she listened to speeches, counting down the minutes to the ceremony ending, she was getting to the point of true desperation to piss and shit. She needed to wait. She wasn't going to have an accident at graduation.

Brianna, presently bursting, caught Lori's knowing smile, and reminded herself to ask Lori about it later.

Finally, the ceremony ended and Brianna ran to the bathroom hoping for better luck. The line was longer though, and she hopped from foot to foot trying not to piss and shit her panties until she decided it wasn't worth waiting.

She approached her parents and nearly begged to leave for home early. They obliged, and half an hour later they were home. Brianna was barely holding on, and told her mom in a highly fake composure that she needed to use the bathroom. Her mom, thinking it wasn't an urgent need, requested her help setting up the food for the graduation party first. Brianna almost started crying as she was denied the one thing she needed most urgently.

She tried to sneak away before the guests started arriving, but as she was walking through the door, the bell rang, and Brianna's dad yelled from outside asking her to let them in. Brianna clenched and danced madly for a moment, then let the first guests in, and was forced to mingle longer as she got ever closer to a massive and messy accident. She was at her wits end.

Finally, an hour later, as guests were mingling amongst each other, Brianna made an excuse about forgetting something in her room, and dashed inside, her bladder throbbing and her bowels trying every second to force their contents into her panties. She barely made it into the bathroom and closed the door before she exploded.

Warm pee cascaded through her panties onto the tile floor, and as her bladder let go, her bowels took over what little control of her body she had, and her knees buckled as days worth of poop filled her soaking wet panties, the bulge growing larger by the second until her panties sagged so bad they nearly came off. As she finished, the shame was quickly taken away by relief... and arousal. She was unbelievably turned on, and promptly sat on the toilet to bring herself to an orgasm, reshaping her entire outlook on holding, accidents, and what her future held in store.

"That's incredibly hot," Lori said as she squirmed against her own bowels and bladder, "I assume that's part of why you got into teaching?"

"Yes," Brianna said with a light whimper and a squeeze of her crotch, "the opportunities for holding were abundant, and I learned that in college."

Brianna next told a few shorter stories of holding in college. Holding through multiple days of classes, trying and failing to hide it initially, and learning before the end of sophomore year how to pretend she was entirely fine even when she was mere minutes from exploding in her panties. In a profession with plenty of men, she decided early on, looking weak because she needed to visit the little girl's room was just not going to happen.

As her college career went on, her holds became more daring. Seminars, longer lectures, group projects, mid-terms, finals... she was always holding her bladder at a minimum, but usually both bladder and bowels.

Her closest call was a final in her junior year going into senior year. She prepared a bowel hold, and made sure she was extra full. She wanted to be moments from pooping her panties when she left the exam. What she miscalculated, in her desperate delirium, was her bladder filling prematurely. She was stuck in a final with bowels about to erupt, and a bladder making it even worse. She was counting the minutes and questions by the end, afraid to even breath fully or she might have a messy accident in the exam room.

Finally the test was over, and Brianna nearly ran out of the room after turning her test in. She was seconds from bursting, and still needed to find a bathroom in a less-than-familiar building.

She wandered the halls aimlessly, searching, but coming up empty. Finally she descended to the first floor, and the bathroom was tucked into a corner hallway. She almost missed it.

She walked to the door, expecting to push it open, go inside and relieve her aching bladder and bowels. The door was locked, and wouldn't budge. That was the end for Brianna. She moaned as she lost control of her bladder and bowels in the hall and had a very messy accident that no one saw. Unfortunately as she walked back to her dorm, many people saw and laughed. She never lived that down.

"I'm sorry you had to do the walk of shame," Anna said as she crossed her legs and groaned with the fullness in her own bladder and bowels, "was that the worst accident you ever had?"

"Yes," Brianna said with a grunt, "can I please go? I'm about to explode!"

"Nope," Erica said with a whimper of pain from her bladder, "if I'm holding it, so are you. Tell us about your first few years as a professor."

"Shit," Brianna said as she crossed her legs extremely tightly and whimpered, "okay, but then I really need to go right away!"

"We'll see," said Jennifer, "depends on how far you get."

Brianna whimpered a little more as she danced in place, then continued on.

When she got the teaching position, it was more a stroke of luck than anything. She thought she'd end up teaching snot-nosed first graders, but ended up with an associate professor position which turned into a professorship as another older staff member retired. Brianna almost felt out of place as such a young professor, barely older than many of her students. Still, she was a hard worker, and it showed. In fact, part of the rest on she got a full professor position was that as she started her first year, the soon-to-retire professor noticed that Brianna frequently needed to use the bathroom at the end of the day, but would wait, taking care of her responsibilities first before allowing herself any relief.

There was one class, however, where it almost didn't work. It was a Friday, a scheduled longer lecture. Brianna had forgotten the extra long lecture time, and planned on going right home to poop and pee in her panties, planning her desperate buildup for a normal lecture length. When she got to class and was reminded of the long lecture she nearly panicked. She might not be able to make it!

She held anyway, because she couldn't just walk out. As the lecture continued past normal time, Brianna was at her wits end and trying not to show it. Her load was prairie dogging almost to the point where she couldn't squeeze it back in, and her bladder was pulsing and throbbing with angry desperation. With about ten minutes left, Brianna was leaking in her panties, and her shit was starting to come out, touching her panties already.

When the class finally ended, Brianna made an excuse about an appointment she forgot about and nearly ran out of the room before any questions could be asked. Only when she exited the building to the parking lot did she stop to realize how truly close she was to an embarrassing accident in public.

As she approached her car, her body could no longer sustain its fullness, and her bladder started leaking. She clenched and whimpered, willing her muscles to hold out just a little longer, but her body was beyond its limit. A torrential flood followed, and her bowels took the immediate hint. Pee cascading through her panties and down her legs, her shit violently filled her panties under her skirt, and she continued filling and wetting her panties for several minutes next to her car. The mess was horrible, but it didn't stop Brianna from going right home and masturbating in her ruined panties before getting cleaned up.

"That's incredible, Professor," Jennifer said as she squirmed and tried not to lose it, "and insanely arousing."

"Agreed," Lori said with a grunt of her own, "thank you for sharing all that! It's nice to not feel alone in all this."

"You're... ugh... not..." Brianna gasped out, "but now... I...."

A soft moan escaped Brianna's lips as her bladder started spraying piss through her panties onto the floor, and her bowels erupted violently into her panties as the others all watched with awe. She lifted her skirt up to show the growing mess, and the other women all gawked at their leader having a very messy accident.

When she was done, Brianna was speechless, and the other women were blown away. However, as the shock wore off, Anna gasped, whimpered, and she started shitting her pants, a bulge growing by the second in the seat. Then she flooded her pants into her shoes and the floor.

Lori said with a giggle, "I guess we know who's next in the hot seat!" Then she moaned, and exploded.

It was too much for Jennifer and Erica, who both erupted at the same time, and the floor was instantly flooded with pee and the room smelled of five bowels emptied in panties.