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Monday, January 18, 2016

A holding accident








Xtal 2 years ago

A holding accident

I've lurked here for a while but never posted. Since there have been
some other stories about holding too long lately I guess I'll share
mine. I'm 29 now but this story took place in mid-July 2005.
I know the date well, because that's when Harry Potter and the
Half-Blood Prince was released (the book, of course). At the time I was a
20 year old college student, living off-campus with my best friend and
almost sister Briana. I was a huge HP fan so instead of going to my
summer class on release day I got up, threw on a pair of jeans and
t-shirt, and I waited in line at the Barnes & Noble where I had
pre-ordered my copy with a group of other crazies, got it and went
straight to a Panera for breakfast and coffee and to read.

I ate my sandwich and finished two cups of coffee and after reading a
while longer I drove back to our apartment and immediately plopped
myself on the couch and dove back into the book. Around 1pm I finally
decided to eat some lunch and carried the book with me, propping it open
to keep reading, while I made a quick sandwich and ate it standing
there reading, crossing my legs because I had to go, but held it, then I
went back to the couch because the bathroom urge had passed.

I then spent the entire rest of the afternoon on the couch reading.
Urges to go to the bathroom started to get really strong but I didn't
want to stop reading (not even to walk to the bathroom to keep reading
on the toilet!) so I held it, contorting myself whichever way necessary
to keep both holes closed, though it became more difficult as the
afternoon wore on. I was so wrapped up in the story, though, I couldn't
put it down and I would overpower the urges. Briana came home at some
point and made fun of me a little and went to her room to work on a
paper down the hall across from the bathroom. I kept reading.

I finished the book, sobbing in tears, and Briana came out to check
on me. I told her why I was crying and she laughed a little and went
into the kitchen to make her dinner. I stayed on the couch, reread the
last chapter, still crying, and then realized I was seriously about to
have an accident. It just hit my like a ton of bricks that I hadn't been
to the bathroom at all since before I left that morning and it was now
dinner time and my body was at its limit.

I got off of the couch, having to hold one hand in my crotch and
squeezing my cheek muscles hard, and waddled down the hallway toward the
bathroom, still sniffling and crying a little. Standing up and moving
only made the urge multiply. My body was pushing and I felt the poop
start to move and I was turtleheading while walking and I had to grab my
butt with my other hand and push to keep it in, even though that meant
getting my panties dirty. Focusing on the back only made me lose focus
on the front and I lost a small squirt of pee into my panties.

I whimpered and waddled to the bathroom door, turned on the light,
took a step onto the tile, and... lost it. I just couldn't hold it one
second longer. Maybe it was the sight of the toilet. Either way, my body
went sort of tingly/numb, my heart raced, my skin flushed red, and I
very quickly filled my panties with a giant poop that spread into a firm
ball in a matter of seconds, followed by a torrent of pee that flooded
down my jeans and around my crotch and thighs and butt. I was so
overwhelmed I started crying harder, but after a second I realized the
absurdity and the crying started to turn to laughing. I just stood there
finishing a few feet from the toilet, making a yellow puddle on the
tile around my bare feet, laughing out loud.

Briana came down the hall asking what I was laughing about and when
she turned the corner since the bathroom door was open and saw what was
happening, she busted out laughing, too. "You pissed your pants!" she
squealed, tears of laughter in her eyes. I nodded, still laughing, and
said, "That's not all!" That made her laugh harder, then she grabbed
herself and pushed past me, tore her shorts and panties down and flopped
onto the toilet and released a flood of pee, then pointed down to the
egg sized wet spot in the crotch of her panties. I climbed into the bath
tub and started to slowly peel my soaked jeans off of my legs while
trying to keep the mound of poop contained. Luckily I was wearing full
cut panties so it held everyhing in.

Briana wiped and got up without her shorts or panties on and joked,
"Since you made me piss myself I'm glad you shit yourself at least." I
said, "This is soooo gross! It feels so weird!" I slowly lowered the
panties down and could not believe the size of the mound of poop. Briana
laughed and said "I'll leave you to clean up." and left to her room to
change as I dumped the load into the toilet and flushed, threw away the
panties, and took a shower.

When we went to see the movie version after it came out Briana
teased me and made sure I went to the bathroom before the movie started,
haha.

Thewishmaster 2 years ago belle histoire mon ami!!!thumb-up