Posted by Anonymous on September 04, 2009 at 02:13 [97.114.87.73]
This all started a while ago when I was 13. My best friend Jody who was also 13, came to stay at my house for a couple weeks when her parents were away. Jody was a cute, petite girl that was always really cheerful and had a bright smile. She had long brown hair that she usually experimented with, wearing it up and in different ways. She wore glasses, which seemed to add to her cute look and everybody at school liked her. Sometimes we were confused for sisters as we looked a little bit alike and were always together. Anyway, I recently noticed Jody had a little bit of a problem with her bathroom habits. She seemed to be shy around other people but I didn't think anything of it because it wasn't really unusual. Even I was a bit shy.
It was Friday, the last day of school before we had 2 weeks off. The plan was to pick Jody up later that night at her house after school, so we went on with our day counting the minutes down until we were free from school. Finally when school was over I walked out to see my mom waiting for me in the van. She told me that she had already picked up Jody's things that she had packed for the 2 week stay at my house so we would just pick her up right from school. A minute later I saw Jody walking out of the school and down the sidewalk toward her house. We were parked so that she would walk by us and soon we greeted her by the school. As my mom explained the situation to her Jody suddenly looked a bit nervous. She almost seemed like she was trying to brush us off and go home. Finally she said okay and climbed into the van. She continued acting a little strange and I thought maybe she wasn't really looking forward to staying at our house for that long. She seemed to cheer up as the day went on but was still acting strange. During the night she just seemed uncomfortable as we stayed in our basement and watched TV most of the night until going to sleep.
On Saturday morning she continued acting strangely. She just seemed withdrawn like she didn't want to talk with anyone, which was really unusual for her. After a while I just let it go and got ready to go to the mall. We were going to meet with our friends Chloe and Erin to look around for a while then go to the movies. Once again when it was time to leave Jody seemed reluctant to go but eventually gave in and got ready to go. On the way to the mall I thought she must be sick or something because she really didn't look comfortable and would occasionally hold her stomach. Finally I asked if she was alright. She suddenly perked up and said yes with a smile like she normally would. She seemed to feel a little better after that until we reached the mall and met with Chloe and Erin. We talked for a while, then began looking through the stores. In the second store we went into we started to look at clothes when Jody walked further to the back. I had an eye on her now as I noticed the clothes in that area were things she wouldn't wear and she wasn't even looking at them. She was standing between two clothing racks so I slowly made my way toward her while she was facing the other way just to figure out what exactly was going on with her. I looked into her isle to see her standing there with her legs crossed, looking around nervously and then it hit me. She had to go to the bathroom. She must've been afraid to use the bathrooms in public or even at my house. I started thinking back to how she was acting that morning, the night before, and even at school the day before. The way she was sitting uncomfortably and would sometimes stand there like she was frozen in her tracks made it pretty obvious now that I knew what her problem was. I realized she must've had to poop since she'd been holding it like that for quite a while now, but at the same time I couldn't remember her ever using the bathroom to pee since she got to my house. I slowly walked away so she wouldn't notice me and she could have some peace while she struggled to hold her poop. I was surprised how intrigued I was by the whole situation. I couldn't stop thinking about it and I constantly kept an eye on her in case anything happened. I had been getting a little worried about her for while until I figured out the problem. It was very unusual for her to not be happy and cheerful but now I felt sorry for her. She must've really hated public washrooms not to go when she was that desperate. She continued to struggle with her problem as we slowly browsed from store to store and she looked like she was she was getting worse as time went on. With thoughts still buzzing in my head I began thinking back to certain times when I was with her and I realized this wasn't the first time this had happened. This was definitely the worst I'd seen her but every once in a while at school or if she was at my house she would sometimes act a little bit weird and now I knew it was because of her bathroom problem. She kept pushing on, trying to keep up with us but it looked like it was getting harder for her just to walk through the mall. A couple times as the rest of us began walking out of the store she stayed behind pretending to look at something while struggling to regain control so she could walk again. We had been at the mall for two hours and with Jody's problem continuing to get worse we headed toward the theater to catch the show. She ordered a small Coke before we went in to find seats. She was really having a hard time sitting still but probably didn't want to let anyone know her situation so she sat with her legs glued together bouncing them up and down subtly. I knew she wouldn't be able to enjoy the movie much and I really wished there was something I could do but I knew mentioning it would just embarrass her if she was that self-conscious, so I continued just keeping an eye on her. I really couldn't concentrate on the movie that much either, not only because I couldn't get my mind off Jody, but every minute or so she would change position or squirm around trying to help hold it. Later in the movie I looked over to see how she was doing. Although she was trying to be subtle, she probably couldn't help herself and had a hand between her legs. With that, and seeing her Coke was still full I knew she had to pee now too. Finally the show was finished and we got up to leave the theater. Jody had a pretty hard time just getting up but managed to stay behind us. Before we walked back out toward the mall, Chloe made a stop at the bathroom. I wondered if Jody would at least be able to use public bathrooms to pee so she didn't have to worry about both ends but she just stayed outside with Erin and I waiting for Chloe. I wondered how far she would take it. She obviously had to go number 1 and 2 really bad and she would have to go eventually. I wondered how long she could go before she had no choice and had to use a bathroom. I was really getting worried for her. We had to wait another hour before my mom came to pick us up, then we were supposed to go out for supper afterward. After that we would probably go to the video store to get a movie for later and maybe some snacks. So it could be another 2 or 3 hours before we got home. Still unable to help her, we all walked down to the far end of the mall to this big bookstore/coffee shop to wait for my mom. As we spread out and began looking around the book store I could see Jody standing by a magazine rack near the store entrance. Just then she took a quick peek around the store then suddenly bolted for the door leading back to the mall. Right as she reached it, Chloe came walking out of one of the magazine aisles. “Where you going, Jody?” she asked. Jody froze before the doorway and stared back at Chloe with a terrified look on her face. Before she could gather herself to respond, Chloe said, “we got a table over by the café,” she said, and signaled her over to where Erin was sitting. I joined her at the table while keeping an eye on Jody. Still looking nervous, she grabbed a magazine and sat on a stool beside us. She looked a bit funny as she had her legs spread and looked like she was digging her crotch into the seat. Looking at her face I could tell she was really straining and it was getting harder for her to hide it. She must've had to go so badly I couldn't imagine. She had been desperate for hours and must've been exhausted. Every once in a while she would grab her crotch with her hand under the table, then quickly pull it away so nobody could see. Another long hour had passed and my mom still wasn't there. We decided to go outside to wait for her in front of the store since she should've been there any minute. Jody was really laboring just to walk a few feet and immediately plopped down onto the steps out front. She sat in a fetal position holding her legs to her chest and rocking back and forth. She began letting out tiny gasps or grunts every once in a while and I wondered if she was close to losing it. Another 20 minutes went by until finally my mom arrived. Jody was still holding on but stayed planted on the step as the rest of us piled into the van. Finally she got up and carefully made her way into the van keeping her knees glued together. I started keeping an eye at the crotch of her jeans. They were snug fitting semi-dark jeans that would show any wetness pretty clearly. She was in the back seat with me so I just sat there and watched her squirm desperately. She was sitting to my right so shortly after we pulled away from the mall she took her opposite hand and put it right down her pants to hold between her legs. She stayed like that all the way until we got to the pizza place. Again she very carefully got out of the van and followed us into the restaurant. She sat on one corner of the table closest to the wall with me next to her. Until now she had been occasionally joining in to the conversation just to act like nothing was wrong but she wasn't saying anything now. She was concentrating so hard on holding it now she was just staring at the table in front of her wiggling her legs like crazy. Soon I noticed her take her opposite hand and put it right down her pants again. Then she started grabbing her stomach with her other hand. She must've been in agony with both ends pushing like that. We waited forever just for the food to arrive. When it did, Jody managed to down one piece. Probably so nobody would be suspicious. She also took the tiniest sip of her drink and left the rest. Luckily Chloe and Erin had been talking amongst themselves all day drawing attention away from Jody so nobody but me really noticed how little she ate. I also knew she had a big appetite; it always shocked me how she could eat huge amounts of food and stay so small so I knew she must be dying of thirst and hunger but didn't want to increase her problem any more. After the meal was finished we had been there for almost an hour and she was still hanging on, but she looked to be in real pain now. Her face was red and twisted with anguish, and she couldn't even walk more than 2 or 3 steps without stopping and squeezing her legs together. To make it even worse everyone except her went to the bathroom before leaving the restaurant. She was standing there frozen waiting for all of us to come out, and as she stared at the bathroom door watching us all come out I saw a tear roll down her face. Again I wished I could do something, even give her a hug I felt so bad for her, but she probably thought nobody knew what she was doing so I couldn't say anything. Then I suddenly noticed something. I don't know why I didn't see before but it looked like her stomach was a bit bloated. I guess you would only notice it if you were looking for it but she was usually so thin and tiny I could definitely see a difference. Once again we all got into the van where my mom announced we would be going to the movie store. With that I saw a look of hopelessness across Jody's face. I thought she would lose it any time now. It was getting worse and worse until we finally got to the store where she sucked it up and got out of the van once again. When we got inside she slowly and carefully walked off on her own toward the back of the store I kept her within view thinking she must be about to lose it at any second. I didn't want to be noticed so I got behind a movie shelf that had little spaces in each row so I could get a perfect view of her. She was in the far corner of the store holding onto a shelf and squirming for her life. She looked around every once in a while then bent over with her legs crossed, leaning her head against the shelf holding on with all her might. Another 10 minutes went by and she was still holding. Erin and Chloe called to us saying they'd found a movie and were ready to go. I stayed for a few seconds just to see if Jody could even walk. It took her a while to gather herself but she forced herself to hobble toward the door. Then suddenly after she had taken only 2 steps her knees buckled together and she let out a whimper. She stood awkwardly with her knees together and feet apart with both hands jammed between her legs and I thought she was going to lose it. She stood frozen like that for a minute before finally breathing again and slowly moving step by step toward the door. Erin and Chloe were still too preoccupied to notice her extremely labored walking but a few people in the store shot glances at her. There was still no sign of wetness on her jeans so I thought she might be able to make it home. I was sure she would at least use the bathroom there, otherwise what was she holding it for? She managed to get in the van and back to her usual seat in the back corner. The van began moving, but away from our house. Concerned for Jody, I asked where we were going. "I just have to stop at the bank for a sec, then we'll go to the store to get some chips or whatever for you guys." Jody who had been staring at her lap with intense concentration looked up in horror. She looked so terrified at the thought of waiting any longer and began panicking a little bit with heavy breathing and making soft grunting noises. Just as we were slowly driving through the strip mall toward the bank, Jody suddenly stiffened up staring back down at her lap. She froze for a few seconds until she let out a frustrated whimper. Then she looked up with the most horrified look on her face, and I knew, she was peeing her pants. I could tell she was in panic mode as she squirmed and looked around frantically as if looking for a way to stop it. After a few seconds she must've finally realized the accident was inevitable. I saw her relax a bit and just stare down at her lap in utter disbelieve. I think I was almost as shocked as her. With my mouth hanging open, I stared right at her crotch unable to believe what she was doing. Her legs were tight together but I could see a glistening wet patch spreading up her crotch from between her legs. Then, over the dull hum of the engine I heard a light trickling sound coming from her lap. As she gave up fighting and relaxed a little more it turned into a loud hiss flowing into her jeans. I glanced up at her beat red face and she probably looked a little bit like me at the moment, staring down at her lap with a look of complete shock on her face. I continued staring at her as she peed and peed. The wetness began spreading out from the seat of her jeans and into the car seat around her. Finally as we stopped at the bank she was still going. Then when my mom turned the engine off the hissing of her pee became loud and clear. She must've noticed it too as she looked up nervously and leaned forward in the seat to try and muffle the sound. Suddenly a glint of light caught my eye and I looked down at the floor. The pee had soaked through the seat and was pooling on the floor underneath her. She had peed so much and I could hear her still going full out. It looked like she didn't quite know what to do while she waited to finish going. With the whole floor of the van starting to flood, I finally heard the torrent of pee slow down as she let out the last few squirts. Still staring right at her, my mouth was now hanging open not just at the fact she had wet her pants but at the amount of pee that had just come out of her, I couldn't believe it. No wonder she had to go, she had been carrying around literally a gallon of pee all day. She must've had a huge bladder and I began to wonder how long she had been holding it. Her pants were completely drenched even in the front where it had spread up around her crotch and legs. I realized the van was parked slightly uphill so I took a peek into the very back of the van and sure enough there was a large pool of pee covering the whole back of the van. When she was finally finished she let out a sigh and her exhausted body slumped in her seat, but she was still staring down at her lap in shock. After a few seconds she finally started to snap out of her trance and began nervously looking around. As my own shock began to wear off I started to feel so bad for her. After fighting in agony all day she ended up peeing her pants anyway. She must've felt so awful, not just from peeing her pants at 13 but I began to think about her situation. She was stuck in this van where she would have to get out soon, if not at the store then at my house where her accident would be seen by everybody. Jody looked as though she had already thought of that as she looked extremely nervous. Unfortunately there wasn’t anything she could do so she just sat there looking down at herself, then at everyone else, probably paranoid that everybody else knew. Finally my mom got back and we began driving to the store. Jody stared at the floor on the verge of crying until we got into the store parking lot. When the rest of us hopped out of the van one of the girls asked if she was coming. Trying her best to steady her voice, Jody said "No, that’s alright." They just shrugged it off and went into the store. I followed them in and got what I was looking for, then got a bag of Jody's favorite chips and a drink for her. She had to be really hungry and thirsty since she didn't want to eat or drink all day. I thought since she'd already peed her pants she would be willing to drink. Then I suddenly remembered that earlier in the day it looked like she had to poop. I had completely forgotten since her need to pee had been so obvious for the last few hours. I wondered if she still had to go and how awful it must be for her if she was holding both ends. We paid for our things and went out to the van where Jody was waiting. She leaned forward with her hands on her lap as she tried to hide her accident. With the interior light on it was impossible to miss her surrounded by a soaking seat in drenched pants so I just pretended to not even look as I sat down. She still sounded like she was having a hard time and I thought she might just holding back tears as she let out a few strange whimpers and grunts. Then I looked over to see her grabbing her stomach and wincing. Right then I knew she had to poop badly too. I felt even worse for her. As if it wasn't bad enough she had to deal with the humiliation of peeing herself and the fear of getting caught, she was still fighting to hold her poop. I waited for her to stop grabbing her stomach and look up before handing her a Coke. "Thanks," she said shyly. She didn't waste much time opening it and taking a long drink. The poor girl really was dying of thirst as she took another long drink of the Coke. We left the store to finally go home. Jody was really concentrating on her stomach now as we got closer and it looked like she had to go really bad. When we finally got to my house I was so afraid for Jody. She looked terrified as well knowing she had to get out of the van. Luckily it was getting dark out so maybe she wouldn't be noticed until we got inside. After the rest of us were out she got out of her seat and moved toward the door. She waited until we were on the other side of the van walking toward the house before she got out and closed the door. It looked like losing all that pee only helped her labored walking a little bit as she slowly tried to follow behind us. As we opened the door and went in, she stayed right outside the door with her legs back behind the doorframe. When everyone was busy taking off their shoes she quickly snuck in and backed into the laundry room where it was fairly dark. She slid off her shoes and waited for us to go downstairs. Now I wondered what she would do. It was light downstairs so she stayed up and waited for it to clear out. Chloe went into the bathroom while Erin began messing around with the DVD player to start the movie. I went into my room and peeked out the door to see what Jody would do. Sure enough, seeing that everyone was distracted, Jody carefully walked down the stairs. Her wet pants were clearly exposed so she looked around urgently trying to decide what to do. She turned toward the bathroom but saw it was occupied so she quickly hobbled over to the couch and sat down on it. The backpack she had brought was sitting next to her so she grabbed it from beside the couch and put it on her lap, pretending to look through it to cover her accident. She waited in obvious pain while everyone came and sat around her to watch the movie. I knew she was willing to use the bathroom by the way she turned toward it when she first came downstairs but now if she got up everyone would see her drenched pants. It must've been torture for her. She came so close to making it back but peed her pants at the last minute. Now she had to sit there with a bathroom about 20 feet away, unable to get up and relieve herself. She kept looking around as if trying to figure out away to get to the bathroom without everyone seeing but no matter how bad she wanted to go she couldn't get up. All she could do was sit there and wait. She somehow managed to squirm and grunt and struggle for another 2 hours until the movie was almost over. After that I would probably be able to get everyone to go upstairs for more drinks and snacks so Jody would have a chance to use the bathroom. With just a few minutes left I started to feel a little better hoping Jody would finally be able to go. Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her clutch her stomach, letting out a painful grunt. She looked so terrified as I could tell she was losing the battle. Then after giving one final longing glance at the bathroom, a strange frightened look came over her face. She then suddenly tensed up, arching her body above the seat trying to squeeze her butt really hard. She stayed like that squirming for a few seconds until her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. Right then I knew it was starting to come out. She lowered her butt back onto the seat and slowly looked down at her lap with that same shocked look stuck on her face. Suddenly I saw her stomach convulse and she let out a quiet grunt. Her stomach convulsed again, forcing her to lean forward in her seat. With one more convulsion she gave a big push and I knew she was going to poop her pants. Her face went fire engine red as she took a deep breath and uncontrollably heaved as hard as she could, again and again. I was staring right at her with my mouth hanging open, too amazed to be inconspicuous. She strained for a few seconds until taking another deep breath she lifted her butt a couple inches above the cushion and gave another big push. A small lump sticking out the seat of her pants suddenly began growing with plenty of sound effects. I could hear a fairly loud crackling sound as it pushed her jeans out and began spreading over her butt. I looked back up at Jody's face to see a look of sheer concentration. As she filled her panties the crackling became more muffled but still very audible from where I was sitting. The load was really beginning to settle in the seat of her pants. Her underwear were so full and she showed no signs of slowing down. Every time I thought she was done she would give another push and add to the mountain of poop in the back of her jeans. Like her pee accident, I was shocked at the amount of poop that came out of her. Looking at the bulge on her butt it didn't look like it could even fit inside her. Then, remembering that she looked a bit bloated earlier I could definitely see her stomach had settled back to normal size. Finally it looked like she might be done. With her stomach still convulsing she stayed hovering over the seat looking unsure of what to do. She probably didn't want to sit down on that mountain of poop but if somebody looked over at her she would be found out for sure so she slowly lowered herself into the seat, squashing all that poop under her butt. Still holding her stomach she looked around nervously then suddenly leaned forward again with her butt still in the seat and gave another heave. With more crackling sounds coming from the seat underneath her she added even more poop to the already enormous pile in her pants. She sat frozen for a few seconds until I saw her stomach tense up and she had yet another movement in her pants. This time she had to be finished. She was still pushing when her hand suddenly shot between her legs. She gasped for a second and I wondered what was going on. Finally she collapsed onto the couch a bit and just sat there with disbelief and shock written all over her face and let out a big sigh. But that wasn’t all I heard. As she relaxed back into her seat I heard a familiar trickling sound coming from her, and I knew right away. She was peeing her pants again. The look of terror on her face was replaced by a look of defeat and resignation as she just stared at her lap watching it turn darker as she peed her pants for a second time. I guess drinking all that Coke after her first accident filled her up quickly and she lost control while she pushed her poop out. It wasn’t nearly as much as when she peed in the van but it was still a surprising amount. I couldn't imagine how terrible she must've felt. Peeing her pants the first time had obviously devastated her, and now as if that wasn't bad enough, she couldn't hold it and ended up pooping and peeing her pants again. I felt so bad for her. It was hard to watch my best friend who was normally so cheerful and nice to everybody with that violated and shamed look on her face. She didn't deserve such a humiliating experience. Luckily it looked like the other girls were too absorbed in the movie and still hadn't found out. Then it hit me, surely her poop would start to smell up the room and she would be found out, but I couldn't smell anything yet. I kept waiting for the smell to waft over to me until finally I could barely smell the faintest scent of poop. It didn't smell too strongly at all and probably wouldn't be recognizable unless you were sniffing for it so she probably wouldn't be found out by the smell. I tried to think of some way to help but I didn't know what to do so I just left her and hoped I could still get the other girls to leave and go upstairs after the movie was over so she could change. She sat there just staring at the TV with the same dejected look. She still looked really uncomfortable sitting on that humungous load in her pants, but I didn't think it would feel very nice to have to sit in her poop like that. Then I noticed her eyes were glazed over and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears. Sure enough, just a few minutes later the movie was over. Erin spoke up about going upstairs and heating up some of the leftover pizza. Jody must’ve been heartbroken knowing if only she could’ve held on a few more minutes she would’ve made it safely to the bathroom. Instead, everyone else got up to stretch and walk around while Jody sat there in horror and tried her best to cover her lap which was still soaked. With the TV no longer drawing attention from her, I could just see the fear on her face that she could be discovered. Me, Chloe, and Erin all took turns going to the bathroom again while Jody was forced to stay in her seat. When I came out of the bathroom Chloe and Erin were upstairs and Jody was still in her seat pretending to look busy by looking through her bag while one hand still clutched her stomach. I started walking upstairs with the other girls but I stopped at the top and peeked down through the railing to see what Jody would do next. After hearing me reach the top of the stairs she put her bag aside and held her stomach with both hands. She gave one last look up the stairs but didn't spot me. With that she leaned forward and let out a big grunt as she heaved as hard as she could and pooped her pants again. I could see her stomach convulsing as she pushed uncontrollably, trying to get everything out. Finally her body relaxed and she was done. With exhaustion written on her face she slowly opened her legs a little bit and looked down at her lap as if trying to figure out what to do. After a few seconds she slowly got up out of her seat and stood awkwardly with her legs apart and her knees bent. She reached back and felt the back of her pants. As she turned her body a little bit to try and look at the bulge on her butt, I was able to catch a glimpse of it. I actually had to cover my mouth to keep from gasping. I couldn’t believe how big it was. She was wearing tight jeans but the mountain of poop seemed to be stretching them out and spread over her whole butt. After standing there staring down at her mess for a while, she began looking around probably trying to figure out what to do. Knowing there wasn't much else to see and not wanting to be caught watching her, I went upstairs with the other girls. They were warming up some of the left over pizza from the restaurant when one of them mentioned something quietly about Jody. I thought maybe they'd known about her problem all along like I had but didn't say anything, but then Erin replied with "Yeah, I'm not sure what's wrong." I told them that she'd been feeling sick since the night before and they seemed to buy it so it looked like Jody might be in the clear. She just had to keep her accident hidden until the next morning when Chloe and Erin would be going home. I figured now that Jody had pooped her pants she would be willing to eat since she was probably starving, so I heated up the whole pizza and took it downstairs where Jody was sitting in the same spot, but covered by her sleeping bag. I put the pizza right in front of Jody so she could just reach out and get it. She took some tentatively at first but once she started eating she couldn't stop and eventually ate what would normally be about 2 filling meals for me. She also quickly started drinking more Coke, making up for missed meals and dehydration. But then she probably remembered it caused her to pee her pants a second time and slowed down after the first few gulps. For a while we all just sat and talked. Jody obviously couldn't bring herself to join the conversation and was visibly upset, so she just sat on the couch pretending to be sleepy but I knew it was just an excuse not to bring attention to herself. Eventually we started watching another movie as Jody just stayed in her sleeping bag and lay down on the couch. With everybody still around her she never got a chance to change and ended up wearing those wet poopy pants all night. She must've been so exhausted from holding on all day because not long into the movie she actually fell asleep wearing them. During the movie Chloe and Erin got their sleeping bags and laid them out on the floor with some foamies that we had in my house. I got a blanket for the recliner I was in and we eventually all fell asleep with the TV on.
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