Lori Ch. 19

The girls had spent nearly every weekend their sophomore year full to bursting in the midst of the group. They ended the year full again, holding in their last final exams, then driving back to Lori's place before finally doing a dual seated release, barely making it.

Lori and Erica were getting very serious about their relationship now. So, while it was fun to spend time with the group, they were eagerly awaiting time with each other.

When Nora asked if they had any plans, Erica was quick to answer. "What if we went back to that hotel from last summer? A hold like last time, but maybe this time we actually make it and don't get stuck in an elevator?"

"That actually sounds quite fun," Nora said, "a little redemption from that last episode."

Lori said, "How can I say no to that? I wonder if that cute employee is still there. Maybe we can get her in on the fun."

"If she's up for it," Erica said, "and if she still works there, I don't see anything wrong with it."

They started planning again, and Tom walked into the conversation. "Another beach trip? Want me to cover you like last summer? Actually, forget that. I'll just do it. Let me know dates and where, and I'll book it."

"Thanks babe," Nora said, "that's sweet of you!" She immediately stood up to give him and hug and kiss. It was amazing for Lori to see her parents so close, and made her want to be even closer to Erica. She reached for Erica's hand, interlacing fingers, and they smiled at each other until Nora came back to the table.

"Okay," Nora said, "we just need to pick a weekend and start planning accordingly. Everyone good to hold both?"

"Yup," Lori said, "but three days is still my normal max. Do I try for four?"

"Nope," Nora said, "you want to make it to the hotel before you go."

"Okay," Lori said, "got it. Erica?"

"Same for me, three days max."

"I'm at five days max," Nora said, "so I'll start holding early as usual."

With the plan set, they picked a weekend, and waited to start their holds until the appropriate time. When Friday arrived, all three were at their effective holding limit, if not their maximum. They were all desperate like last time, but no one was going to get relief anytime soon. The only difference this time was all three skipped the bathroom entirely on waking up, holding their bladders and bowels.

As they got started on the drive, they were all thankful to be in a seated position, because they all thought they'd lose it soon if they stood too long. As the first hour drew to a close, the women were all talking, all trying to distract themselves from their urgent needs. It was becoming hard work, and they still had more than an hour left.

Into the second hour, Erica started becoming less talkative, and Lori noticed. "You okay, sweetie?"

"Not really," Erica said, "I need to go extremely badly. I don't know how much longer I'm going to last."

"I'm pretty bad off myself," Lori said, "but if you can just wait a little while longer, you can be in the comfort of the hotel room and we'll let you go first."

Nora grunted softly, her body rebelling against the idea of having to wait to likely go last again. Her bowels were extremely active now, and she was passing some gas every few minutes trying to ease the pressure. She only say with a strained voice, "Yeah, you can go first."

"If I can make it that far," Erica said, "which is becoming less likely by the minute."

"Just hold it, dear," Nora said, "you're not allowed to have an accident in my car seats."

Erica groaned, but continued to hold on.

As hour two approached its end, no one was talking very much. Three bowels and bladders were full to bursting, and everyone just wanted to get to the hotel, now about twenty minutes away, get to the room and finally find relief.

As they were about five minutes away, Erica spoke up again. "I'm seriously about to explode here. I don't know how I'm going to make it to the room."

"Same here," Lori said, "it's going to be a close call."

"I know," Nora said, "I don't remember it being this bad last time. I'm absolutely dying here."

They finally pulled into the hotel parking lot a few minutes later, bracing as each speed bump caused their bowels and bladders to scream. They quickly and carefully exited the car, pulled their bags from the back, struggling not to explode, and waddled to check in.

When they walked through the door, they all got the surprise of their lives. There, behind the counter, looking a little distressed, was the same cute female employee from last year. Her brown hair was a little longer, pulled up in a high ponytail, but she looked no different otherwise. The women all smiled despite their urgency for a bathroom.

As they approached the desk, the employee recognized them, and gave them a warm smile despite her apparent discomfort. "Welcome back, ladies!"

"Thank you," Nora said as she crossed her legs and winced, "we've got a reservation."

Jenna, the employee, started looking up the information, and immediately said, "Okay, quick update. I'm putting you in a larger suite to compensate you for last year's debacle. I'm an Assistant Manager now, I can do it without a problem."

"Congratulations on the promotion," Lori said with a soft grunt, "seems well deserved!"

"I think your incident last year helped the decision. I maintained composure despite being desperate myself, and fixed the problem before taking care of my own needs."

"It seems like you're in the same situation again," Nora said, "just like us."

"Yes, I am," Jenna said, "I'm about to get off my shift, but I'm going to escort you to your room first."

"Oh good," Erica said, dancing in place desperately, "can we go??"

"Yes," Jenna said, fidgeting herself, "just waiting on the keycards... there... let's go."

They all walked together to the elevator, and the women paused as it was descending. "No risk of a repeat," Erica asked, "not going to get stuck again, are we?"

"Not a chance," Jenna said, "it's been working perfectly."

The all entered together, the memories flooding back to them of having pants full of shit in a stuck elevator. It was mildly traumatizing for them all, but they all did their best to swallow their fears, and stood fidgeting as the elevator started its ascent to the third floor.

As they passed the second, all four thought it sounded a little louder than normal. They all tried to ignore it, their desperation outweighing their fears. As they got to the third floor, the elevator bumped and shuddered violently, and stopped dead. It didn't show the third floor illuminated. They all knew what that meant. The elevator had stopped somewhere before reaching the third floor.

"Please tell me this isn't happening again," Erica said, mild panic in her voice, "please tell me we're not stuck in here when we're all this desperate."

Nora tried to maintain composure in her statement, but was quite desperate herself. "It seems like we are, dear. We just need to try to stay calm, and figure out how to let someone know. Let's just hope the call button isn't broken."

"If that's the case," Lori said while fidgeting in place, "we're in deep shit."

They all giggled, then immediately winced with the mistake.

Nora pushed the call button, and nothing happened. She fidgeted a bit, looking at the others with a look of confusion and tried again. Nothing.

"Oh God," Erica said as she squirmed and moaned, "now what??"

"I don't know," Nora said, "that was my best idea!"

"Shit," Lori said, "I can't believe this is happening again! Mom, I need to go so fucking badly!"

"Me too, sweetie," Nora said, "me too. Just keep holding on, there has to be a way out of this."

Jenna was now squirming as badly as the other women, and spoke up. "I was literally about to run to the bathroom right after bringing you to your room. I'm seriously about to explode. But I have one more idea." She pulled her phone out of her pants pocket and looked through her contacts. She dialed moment later, and the oncoming assistant manager answered. "Josh, it's Jenna! Oh God, I'm so glad you answered! We're stuck in the center elevator! Yeah, it stopped just shy of the third floor! It's me and three other women. And... how do I say this? We all need a bathroom quite badly. Can you please call the elevator contractor as quickly as you can? We're all extremely uncomfortable in here. The call button isn't working, no. Just tell him to get us out of here as quickly as possible!"

"I hope Josh is up to the task," Erica said whining and squirming, "because I'm about to have an accident!"

"Uuugh... me too," Lori said, "I don't know how much longer I can wait!"

The reality started to sink in as the minutes ticked by, and all the women were fidgeting worse than ever. It felt a little awkward with Jenna in there, so Nora took a moment to compose herself despite her desperation, and said, "Jenna, may I ask if this happens to you often?"

"Oh... uh... getting stuck in an elevator? No."

"I don't mean that," Nora said, "I mean the other part."

"Being desperate?" She paused and crossed her legs with a soft moan as if she was considering whether to open up. "Yes, actually, it does."

"Do you frequently hold like all of us?"

"Oddly enough, since we're all on the level... well... yes. I'm frequently bursting to pee or poo."

"Ha!" Lori had a look of righteous surprise on her face. "I knew it last year, I just couldn't prove it." Then she crossed her legs hard and moaned.

The women talked about their holding adventures for a little while until Erica said with urgency, "Please, if we talk about this anymore, I'm going to explode!"

They tried chatting about other things, as all the women considered each other friends in this unfortunate and painful situation. The conversation lasted another thirty minutes as the women all danced and squirmed even more desperately. None would likely last much longer, but each was intent on trying to make it out of the elevator without having an accident.

A few minutes later, Erica had her ass planted against the elevator wall, doubled over and moaning with agony. "Jesus it hurts! I don't know if I can wait much longer! They need to get us out of here, or I'm definitely pissing and shitting my pants!"

Lori put a caring hand on Erica's arm and said, "I'm sorry. I'm bursting and in pain too. I'm really trying to hold it, but I'm going to start leaking soon. It won't be long before I pee and poop my pants."

Around the 45 minute mark, all the women were squirming badly, soft moans and grunts escaping their lips. Erica was still worse off than the rest. She groaned suddenly as she shoved one hand to her pussy and one to her ass. "Oh God, it's trying so hard to come out! Damnit, when are they going to get us out of here??"

"I don't know," Jenna said, squirming and moaning herself, "but man, I'm ready to burst!"

"Me too," Nora said, though her arousal was almost as great as her desire to push, "I'm not going to last much longer."

Lori suddenly turned to Erica who had a look of panic on her face. "Erica, what is it?"

"Lori," Erica whined, "I'm about to start having an accident!"

"Squeeze it shut!"

"I'm trying! I gotta go so... uuugh... badly!"

Erica danced and fidgeted, looking like she was quite literally about to rupture internally, then groaned loudly as she said, "Aaaaah... ooooh... it's coming out!!"

She felt her bladder shoot a hot jet into her panties and pants, soaking the front for a few seconds before she clamped it off, and her bowels forced the tip of her log out of her tightly clenched hole. She stopped it after a couple inches, and it was suddenly sticking out. Erica was unable to pull it back into her rectum.

"Lori," Erica said, "it's starting to come out! I'm holding the tip in place by nothing but my willpower! I'm not going to last long like this!!"

"Do your best, sweetie," Lori said with a wince as she felt her hole open, "we won't judge you if you lose it. Judgment free elevator, right?"

"Right," Nora said with a soft grunt, "no shame for anyone if you can't wait, it's not as if we have options."

The next fifteen minutes were agony as the women continued to wait for the elevator to move. Josh hadn't thought to call them back with a progress update yet, so they were at the mercy of whatever was going on outside the elevator shaft.

Erica had lost the first six inches of her first massive log, but was still holding it in her stretched hole by some miracle. Her bladder was spurting every few minutes, and she wasn't going to last much longer. She could do nothing but moan, whimper, whine and dance on the spot as she fought in vain to keep from having a very messy accident.

Finally, an hour after the incident started, Jenna's phone rang. In between panting breaths she answered, "Hello? Yeah... ugh... Josh... please tell me you have good news. We're all on the verge of accidents here. Another hour?? Are you kidding? We're all going to explode! Okay, I know, it's not in your control. Thank you."

"Another hour," Lori blurted out, "until it's fixed?"

"Yes," Jenna said with a wince and a grunt, "we'll be in here another hour."

Erica was beside herself with the news and started crying. "Lori... I... I can't hold it that long... I... I'm already starting to lose it! Damnit, I need to go so badly! It hurts so much!"

"If you can't wait," Lori said with a loud grunt, "don't hurt yourself. Honestly, I'm not going to be far behind you. There's no way I can wait an hour."

"I'm going to try," Nora said whimpering, "but I don't think it's possible. I'm about to start leaking and pooping."

"I'm about there myself," Jenna said, "I should never have waited this long, and I think my bowels and bladder are about to fail."

"This is about to be a very stinky elevator," Erica said with a sniffle, "isn't it?"

The women all giggled softly and Nora said, "It's going to be ripe, that's for sure."

Another five minutes went by, and Erica suddenly whined, "That's it, I can't hold it anymore, my body won't listen."

Without a further word, her bladder started releasing with a violent hiss as her pants darkened in seconds. There followed a loud fart, and her eight inch long poop started exiting painfully the rest of the way, coiling in her panties, hot, hard and unstoppable. She seemed to keep peeing and pooping forever, until finally a couple minutes later she finished with another loud fart and a sigh.

"I'm happy for you," Lori said with a whimper and wince, "but that was agony to watch. I'm in so much pain holding right now, I might just scream!"

"That was torture," Jenna confirmed, "I think I'm starting to leak, and I feel my hole winking. Ooooh... I need to piss and shit so badly!!"

"Just keep holding, girls," Nora said with a pained expression, "maybe they'll still get us out of here early."

Another fifteen minutes ticked painfully by, and while Erica was relaxed with loaded and soaked pants, the others were in serious distress trying to avoid accidents of their own. The smell of Erica's piss and shit didn't help matters for any of them, only making their awareness of their desperation more acute.

Lori spoke up again. "I'm about to explode! I can't remember the last time I had to go this badly."

"Please tell me you remember your graduation," Nora reminded her, "you got denied relief at every turn, and you kept holding right to the bitter end."

"That's true," Lori said with a grin, "I suppose I've been worse off before. I guess I can still wait a little longer."

"I'm not sure I can," Jenna groaned, "oooh... uuugh... I need to go so badly, it's going to come out any minute. I'm cramping so bad. I don't know how I'm still holding on."

"No judgment," Lori said breathlessly, "we're all stuck in this together."

Jenna started moaning then, and frantically dancing in place. Then her bladder released a long burst into her tight khakis, wetting the crotch. She squealed, jamming a hand between her legs, but the damage was already done. Her bladder had tasted relief, and she flooded her pants for nearly two minutes straight. Then there was a muffled squelching fart, and Jenna started noisily filling her pants with her massive poop. It only took about a minute before she was soaked and bulging, and quietly cried, "I couldn't wait a second longer."

"It's okay," Nora said with a wince and whimper, "you're in safe company."

The elevator was starting to stink with Erica and Jenna in soaked and loaded pants, and all the farts coming from Lori and Nora as they fought to maintain control.

They were now an hour and a half into their ordeal, and Lori and Nora were absolutely beside themselves. Seeing Erica and Jenna get relief, even having accidents, was torture to both, their needs increasing in intensity by the minute. They were both turtleheading frequently, farting regularly, and both had started to leak pee in their pants. But none of it was helping their desperation.

It was another ten minutes before anything more happened. Nora was dancing frantically, crossing her legs, farting and leaking, moaning and whimpering, and finally said, "That's it, I can't hold it anymore. It hurts too damn much!" There was a sudden loud fart, and her load started slowly filling her pants over several long and painful minutes. Her bladder stayed full the whole time, and she was still dancing frantically as her load finished filling her pants. But a few seconds later, her bladder refused to be left out, and she started peeing a torrent down her legs and onto the elevator floor.

Lori was left still holding, still desperate, but was still attempting to last until the elevator door was open. The elevator smelled like a neglected outhouse, and all the others were taking turns comforting Lori, their own loads swaying around in their soaked pants.

Lori continued to hold, moaning and nearly crying the whole time. She was in significant pain, but was still intent on not letting go, even as her pee leaked from her bladder and the tip of her massive first log kept penetrating her hole before she sucked it back in.

Finally, Jenna's phone rang, and she answered. "Hey, Josh. No, three of us have already had accidents. One is still trying not to. They better hurry the hell up, they've already got a hell of a mess on their hands. Yes, stop laughing. Yes, I pissed and shit my pants, that what you wanted to hear? Okay, dumbass, just get us out of here before Lori explodes."

Lori looked anxiously at Jenna. "Just a few more minutes and they should be able to open the door, try to hold on!"

"I don't know if I can, it hurts so fucking badly! This is pure agony!"

True to Josh's statement, a few minutes later the elevator moved a little, seemingly up. Then the third floor light illuminated, but the door stayed closed.

"Oh God," Lori cried out, "why isn't it opening?! I'm going to explode!"

They continued to wait, Lori inching ever closer to an accident, unable to keep sucking in her poop, sharp farts echoing from her pants, and pee trickling down her legs. Finally, she whined, "Aaah... ooooh... I'm having an accident!!"

She farted a few times, then her bowels started erupting into her pants as her bladder started spraying piss down her legs. And of course, just as her accident started, the door popped open, and there was the repairman, a female cop, and Josh all watching Lori explode in her pants. The embarrassment hit her nearly as hard as the smell from the elevator hit those outside the door, and the repairman chuckled and said, "Well, you don't see that everyday."

The women all stared at him with fire in their eyes, and the cop spoke up then and said, "Is everyone okay other than the obvious?"

Nora looked toward the other women then, and all nodded. "Yeah, we're okay, we just want to get in our room and get cleaned off. Maybe someone can get our bags too?"

"I'll get it," Josh said, "least I can do. Got the key? Which car?"

Nora described the car and got the key out of her pocket. Josh sprinted down the stairs.

They were led to their room, and the officer asked if they needed anything else. They all said no. Then when the cop had walked toward the stairs, Nora turned to Jenna. "Wanna hang out with us for a bit? I bet Lori has some clothes that might fit you."

"That would be cool," Jenna said, "I appreciate it."

Nora smiled and said "But first...."

"Yes," Lori said with a grin, "first... fun."