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!!!