Lori Ch. 16

The next time the group gathered, it was Anna in the hot seat. She lost it first after Professor Stone, so the rule remained that the first after the hot seat victim to lose it was next to tell their background while bursting.

Anna was the most subtly gorgeous of the group. Short glossy brown hair to the bottom of her neck, a little extra weight in the hips, boobs and an ass that drew stares from men and women alike, she had recently turned 23.

The week ended, the women were all desperate, but Anna was absolutely beside herself as the group gathered at Brianna's place. She hadn't pooped in nearly a week, and she hadn't peed since the night before. She was barely able to stand upright as Brianna said with a polite grunt, "Okay, Anna, your turn, take us through your history to this point. Then... we'll see."

"Oh God," Anna said with a pained whimper, "I don't know that I can make it that long!"

"Well," Lori said, moaning with desperation, "if you don't make it, you're stuck telling your stories in your mess. Good luck."

Anna groaned and started talking about her start in college. She was invited to a party as a freshman, but had been constipated for days. She decided to go anyway, and just take it easy.

When she left her dorm, her bowels gurgled ominously, but she told herself she could just find a bathroom if she needed it, or worse case walk ten minutes back from the other dorm where the party was being held.

As the evening wore on, Anna quickly realized she was no longer constipated, and her load was moving quickly into position. About the time she realized this, a couple non-alcoholic drinks in, she felt her bladder warning her that she should visit a bathroom soon.

Finally, bursting to pee and poop, she wandered toward the bathroom, but found a huge line. She stopped dead in her tracks, and realized she would need to wait on relief or walk home. After another minute of waiting in the endless line with several apparently desperate girls in front of her, Anna decided it would be best to just head back to her dorm to use the bathroom, and she turned to leave the line.

No sooner had she turned around than she heard yelling from the front of the room, and she heard someone say campus police were here. The officers started moving everyone outside, despite pleas from those in line for the bathroom. All of the girls in line for the bathroom were moved squirming to a separate area, including Anna.

All the girls, five including Anna, were in various stages of urgency. As they were moved to a side wall of the building away from the rest of the crowd, there were moans and whimpers going around. One of the group, a heavyset blonde girl, was the first to complain about the situation. "How can you take us from a bathroom line? This is ridiculous! I have to shit so badly! Why is this happening?"

The officer watching them wouldn't allow anyone to sit or move, just stand in place, and by now all five girls were fidgeting. The officer calmly explained that there was a report of alcohol being served to minors, and they had to investigate and give everyone underage a breathalyzer to verify whether the report was accurate.

The girl groaned, and went silent, but kept pacing like she was on the edge of her control. Anna watched with curious fascination as all the other girls were kept from the relief they clearly needed. By now her bladder was screaming, and her bowels were pulsing with desperation, and she was worried she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.

Several minutes later, the breathalyzer going around the crowd before reaching the five in the desperate cluster, another girl spoke up. Short with curly brown hair and an athletic frame, she said with a whimper, "Please, you can watch us go or something, but I need to piss and shit so badly! Please don't make me have an accident!"

The officer calmly responded, "Why do you think we have you away from the crowd? If you lose it here, at least you save some of your dignity."

The girl responded with a pained moan as she said, "But I can't wait!" She fidgeted madly for moment longer, then the group watched as piss flooded her tight jeans, and a loud crackling announced the fact that she had shit her pants as well. She immediately started crying, and all the other girls started fidgeting even harder.

Anna was beside herself now, as she hadn't been drinking at all, and they were delaying her relief waiting to find out that she had no part in this disaster. Meanwhile, her poop kept trying to poke out of her rectum, and she felt like she was near pissing herself. Still, she was struck with fascination at watching the other girls desperately trying not to have accidents, and even more so the one who already had.

A minute later, the heavyset blonde spoke up again saying, "Please, it hurts, I can't wait anymore!" She groaned with obvious effort as she fought to retain control of her bowels.

The officer simply said, "Sorry, nothing I can do. Rules are rules."

The heavyset girl started crying then as she said breathlessly, "Please... please... just let me... OOOH... use a... a bathroom... UGH... PLEASE!!" A moment later, with the officer looking at her with very little pity, she started uncontrollably releasing torrents of solid but wet shit into her pants to horrifying sounds of farting, splatters and squelching. She only cried harder.

The other two girls started fidgeting even harder now, whimpering as they fought to keep control. Anna was doing much the same. It was only a question of who would lose it first.

As the breathalyzer finally reached the group, one of the other girls spoke up. Tall, brunette with a slender body, but an ass that turned heads, she said with a moan, "Please, I know we were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and we can answer for that, but this is torture! I'm about to piss myself!"

The officer said simply, "Breathalyzer first."

The girl said tearfully, "If I breathe too hard, I'll explode!"

"Then you can wait longer," the officer said, "or cooperate."

The girl let out a soft moan, and moved her head toward the breathalyzer. It beeped, the officer looked at it way too long as the poor girl fidgeted frantically, and before he could say she was clear to go, she exploded in a hissing mess as her bladder erupted through her pants onto the pavement. She walked away in embarrassment. The other two girls who had already lost control had to use the breathalyzer next after a wipe down of the mouthpiece from the officer. They sulked away in red-faced embarrassment with tears in their eyes and loads in their pants.

That left Anna and the other girl. Average build, red hair in a bun, she saw no point in asking, she was just suffering in silence, trying very hard not to have an accident. As the officer came to her, she spoke for the first time only to say, "This is cruel and unusual. I'm in physical pain holding my bladder and bowels. If I have an accident, I'm sending the university the bill with your name on it... maybe a medical bill too."

The officer said nothing, and the girl blew, fidgeting like crazy. She was cleared, and waddled back into the building looking like she was milliseconds from bursting.

Finally, Anna was next. With no one else there, she spoke to the officer, trying to appeal to his sense of humanity. "Please, Officer, I never even had a single drink tonight. I promise I'm not a trouble maker. But I really need a bathroom, I'm starting to lose it." It was no lie. Anna could feel the massive head of her days-old bowel movement poking through her clenched cheeks, and there was a small wet spot on the front of her pants.

Maybe the officer finally realized how cruel it was to pull five girls out of a bathroom line with no relief, and he looked at Anna, who now had pleasing eyes, and said, "Get home before you have an accident, and watch the company you keep."

She was off the hook, but still had to make it to her dorm ten minutes away. She wasn't going to walk home a mess if she couldn't make the bathroom here.

She started walking, her bladder thumping with pain, sending spasms through her young body, and her poop exiting an extra inch every minute or less. By the time she reached her building it was tenting out her pants and was only being held in place by sheer force of will, and she was starting to wet herself in slow spurts despite trying valiantly to clamp off the stream.

Anna made it as far as the parking lot in front of her building before she reached her limit. She stopped to bring everything back under control, and she simply couldn't wait a moment longer. Her bladder simply exploded, pee gushing through her pants and down her legs for nearly a minute and a half as her load accelerated out of her rectum, filling every single millimeter of space in her panties and spreading outward to her pants before stopping nearly three minutes after her bladder was fully empty. She stood there in shock for a moment, then thought she should get inside before anyone noticed.

As she worked her way up the stairs to her room, the gross feeling was overwhelming. But about the time she stepped into her room, something changed. She couldn't pin it down until she stepped into her bathroom to clean up and saw herself in her mirror.

What she saw was a mess. Her pants were soaked from nearly her waistband all the way to her feet. She slowly turned around, and was shocked to see a massive bulge covering the entire seat of her pants, from one cheek to the other. In that moment, she felt her shame wash away like coffee washed down the sink. It was replaced by a new feeling... arousal. She was incredibly turned on with the mess she'd made, and how desperate she'd been. She walked around her dorm room in her mess for a while, her roommate gone for the weekend. She enjoyed the feeling of the warm mass against her cheeks, the warm wetness down her legs, and finally got down on a towel and brought herself to an orgasm in her filled pants. The cleanup was another level of horrible, but the experience changed her outlook and she realized she was now permanently a holder.

"Holy hell," Brianna said with a panicked whimper, "I thought I had some experience."

"Remind me to tell you my graduation experience," Lori said with a wink and a shudder as she fought not to piss and shit herself, "it's a doozy."

"Please," Anna said finally, breathlessly, "I... I... need to... GO!!"

"And the rest of college," Erica said as she grunted and squeezed her legs tightly together, "no other stories?"

"I can't..." Anna said, tears welling in her blue eyes, "I have to...."

It was then that they all heard the torrential hiss of Anna's bladder letting loose through her pants and onto the floor, followed by a series of farts as her massive load started filling her panties outside her control.

"I guess you really couldn't wait," Lori said with a grunt as she squeezed her hand to her crotch, and one to her ass.

Then there was another loud hiss and a groan as Lori started pissing and shitting herself for the group to see.

"I guess you couldn't either," Erica joked as she planted a kiss on Lori's cheek, "guess you're up next."

Then Erica exploded, followed promptly by Jennifer.

As their accidents came to an end, Brianna said, "Well, no point holding it now." Then she promptly grunted and started wetting and messing herself with intention.

The living room was once again a wet and smelly mess, and the women hung around in their messes for a while chatting before finally having dinner and going their separate ways.