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The women started planning their next group outing ahead, meeting several times in between for regular group holds. It took some time to come up with a plan. In the end, it was Jennifer who came up with the idea, and the other women agreed with it.

They would all hold in time for a Saturday morning adventure, where they would start out with breakfast at a local place, then to a boutique to tempt their overloaded bladders and bowels trying on new clothing items, then on to a local bistro to push their overloaded organs even harder, then a walk in the park to tempt fate once more. They’d finally go back to Brianna’s place, and assuming no one had lost it yet, they’d hold together until they all lost it.

They all gathered at Brianna’s place early Saturday morning, all five women in a comparable state of desperation. Five bowels were packed with solid loads that likely wouldn’t last until sunset, and none of them had peed on waking up, having last emptied their bladders before bed the night before.

When they arrived, they all went over the rules. “No bathrooms while we’re out,” Anna confirmed, “and if you’re going to have an accident, hold it or publicly embarrass yourself. If anyone tries to sneak away, we stop them.”

“Sounds fair to me,” Brianna said, “everyone agree?”

No one had an argument against it.

Erica asked, “We just wait to lose it until we’re all back here?”

“That’s right,” Jennifer said, “and then we all hold it here until we lose it together. Assuming everyone makes it that far.”

“Big assumption,” Lori said, “anyone confident they’ll last that long?”

There were shakes of heads around the room.

“Good,” Lori said with a smile, “let’s go have fun!”

They left a few minutes later, all desperate to pee and poop, but no one was planning on letting go anytime soon.

As they arrived at the café, all the women were fidgeting a little, but trying not to show it. The trick was to make it less than obvious that they were all desperate to piss and shit. As they sat down, Jennifer was the first to speak up. “This meal isn’t going to help much, is it?”

“No way,” Anna said as she shifted position, “it’s going to make things way worse.”

They sat and ate their breakfasts, and each started noticing the effects long before they paid the bill and left. By the time they were ready to leave, the desperate fidgeting had increased in frequency and intensity, but they were still staying under the radar, as no one seemed to pay any mind to the five women with bursting bladders and bowels.

They left for the boutique by 9, all five women now making regular little grunts and sighs as their loads kept putting pressure on their rectums, and their bladders kept pulsing with dull aches.

When they got to the boutique, they started browsing for clothes to try on, all trying to subdue their fidgeting long enough to avoid detection by bursa merkez escort the staff. They all picked out a couple blouses and skirts or pants, and they found a changing room with a bench outside. Two would change, three would wait.

As Lori and Erica went in first, Erica quietly said to Lori, “This is fun, don’t get me wrong. But I’m really bursting, I don’t know how much longer I can wait!”

“Me neither,” Lori replied, “I feel like I’m close to leaking. I don’t know how I’m going to make it the rest of the morning without having an accident!”

They exited in their first outfits, doing a mildly desperate twirl for their friends, all admiring through gritted teeth and uncomfortable smiles. They went back in and changed into their second outfits. They came out a couple minutes later for a final desperate twirl, both distinctly fidgeting now, and unable to keep still for long. Then they went back in and changed back into their regular clothes.

Jennifer and Anna decided to go next. Both were fidgeting badly before even starting. They started changing, and Jennifer whispered to Anna, “I gotta go so badly! I’m gonna start shitting myself soon if I don’t find a bathroom!”

“Ugh… same here. But you know the rules. No bathrooms, we hold or explode in public.”

“I know… I know… I just have to go so badly!”

“Me too,” Anna said with a soft grunt, “me too.”

They exited a moment later fidgeting badly as they did their twirl. The other women were looking somehow worse than before, even though it had only been a few minutes.

They went back in, dancing in place as they changed into their second outfits. It was a fidgety couple minutes before they came out in their second outfits, and did a very uncomfortable twirl, both feeling like they would have accidents soon, but they weren’t allowed to go yet.

Finally, Brianna was up. She was looking intensely desperate, fidgety and was breathing in shallow gasps. It seemed like she was more desperate than anyone else. Anna asked, “Are you okay, Bri?”

“Barely,” Brianna said, “I’m on day five without a poop, and I’m literally about to explode. I don’t know how I’m going to change clothes without going in my panties.”

“Just do your best,” Lori said with a whimper, “if you need to only try one outfit, do that. But you can’t release yet.”

Brianna let a soft moan escape her lips as she disappeared into the changing room. She emerged a few minutes later fidgeting badly, and wincing with the effort of holding her shit and piss in. She started her twirl, but as she turned her ass to the other women, she let out a gasp, then her hands flew to her ass, forcibly squeezing her cheeks together.

“Bri,” Anna said, “what is it? Are you losing it?”

Brianna said breathless and shaking, “I will if I don’t squeeze myself… uuugh… shut!”

She composed herself a moment later, bursa escort kızlar and dashed back into the changing room. She emerged a few minutes later still looking like she was on the edge of bursting. At this point, none of the other women were any better off.

Their next stop was a bistro for an early lunch, but no one really wanted to eat much. They ordered some light appetizers and drinks, but they were barely touched by any of the women as they struggled and fidgeted trying not to piss and shit their pants.

Erica spoke up as they all tried not to explode in their seats. “Anyone feel like a walk in the park is a recipe for some very public accidents?”

“I do,” Jennifer grunted out, “I’m going to lose it if I stand for too long.”

“Same,” Lori whined, “I’m on the edge of my control. I’m not going to last much longer.”

Anna spoke next saying, “I’m not far behind, I’m going to lose it within the hour for sure. I’m dying here.”

Brianna could barely speak and whimpered, “I… may not… even make it out… OOOH… of here!”

Still, Anna and Brianna paid the bill, and they all got up from the table a little while later, all five women still desperate beyond belief.

As they walked out of the restaurant toward the park a couple blocks away, they each realized no one was really walking, more waddling. The likelihood that any would make it back to Brianna’s place was slim at best.

They entered the park a couple minutes later, and the waddling slowed to accommodate five extremely desperate bladders and bowels. Brianna was the worst off. She was openly grabbing her ass, squeezing her cheeks together, trying everything to keep her massive load from filling her panties. She was barely in control, and her bladder had already leaked twice, darkening her pants.

As the women walked through the park, they all had to slow and stop at least once to fight their needs. It was Erica who spoke up next saying, “I really think we should start making our way back. I don’t know about any of you… nnngh… but I’m barely holding it in, and I don’t think I’ll make it back if we don’t turn around now.”

“Honestly,” Brianna said, “I’m probably inside five minutes before I completely explode. I’m seriously about to have an accident!”

“Me too,” Anna said with a soft whimper, “I’m really not sure I’m making it back no matter how hard I try.”

“Okay,” Jennifer said as she crossed her legs tighter than she had all day, “let’s go before we all go in our pants. I’m bursting!”

“Me too,” Lori said, “but man is it a turn-on knowing I might not make it home and might have a desperate accident in front of all these nice people.”

The women all gave knowing smiles through gritted teeth, and they turned for Brianna’s place, waddling more slowly.

As they started walking, Brianna started breathing very shallow and abruptly, and it occurred to the others she was likely about to lose it. They tried to slow down extra to keep her holding just a little longer, but suddenly she gasped, and hot piss started flooding down her legs, and they heard a series of farts as she shit her pants. By the time she was done, her pants were bulging out like there was a melon in them. She sighed and said, “I guess I’m good now.”

They kept walking, and Erica was next. She whimpered, and said, “Shit, I can’t hold it!” She turned her ass to the other girls, and they watched as three days of poop tented out her pants and started coiling in the seat before her bladder erupted, soaking her legs and the walkway.

They kept very slowly moving, but the other women were struggling badly. Next to lose it was Anna. She made a series of little grunts and groans, and suddenly she doubled over, and with a wet fart, her shit absolutely exploded into her pants, violently tenting the seat in seconds. Somehow, she retained control of her bladder, and started moaning, “Oh God, I still need to go so badly!”

The slow waddle continued, and Jennifer was next. She whined, “Oh, I gotta–” and she never finished her statement as her bladder started hissing loudly as it emptied onto the pavement. She continued clenching, and her bowels remained full despite how desperate she was. “I still haven’t shit, I need a toilet… NOW!!”

Next up after a short distance was Lori. She had outlasted the rest, but her release was the most explosive. She stumbled a few more steps, doubled over, and groaned as her bowels propelled her shit into her pants so fast it looked like they’d been blown out by a blast of compressed air, leaving the seat of her pants sagging badly with a bulge the size of a softball. Then her bladder explosively released as well, her piss spraying out of her pussy so hard it arced in the air for a second through her pants before flooding the walkway.

The walk continued, with most having gotten full release other than Anna’s bladder and Jennifer’s bowels. With all the women waddling like ducks now, Anna worst of all with her loaded pants and bladder still painfully full, the walk was extremely, painfully slow. That was what did Jennifer in a moment later, and she groaned as her massive load filled her pants outside her control for the rest to see.

Then it was Anna’s turn. She made it to the park entrance nearly crying as her bladder tried to explode, and because she was moving so slowly with a load in her pants, she didn’t make it any further than that. She suddenly stopped, groaning as her bladder first spurted a couple times strongly, then flooded her pants until they were soaked front and back.

Then came the walk of shame. The women had a twenty minute walk to Brianna’s place, all five walking with their pants filled to the brim with poop, soaked to the ankles, shoes squishing with every step.

They made it into Brianna’s place and all five women got a devilish look on their faces. The next half hour was a raunchy, disgusting, accident-fueled group masturbation session until all five women had fully satisfied their desires.

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