DerivativeWings

Last time I measured I had 1300ml, though that was a few years ago as I don't really do holds. I can very easily go a full day without peeing though so I might have a lot of people beat in terms of time rather than capacity. I've known some people who could hold quite a bit more than me but would fill up a lot faster.

Maybe we'll crit fail and remove our own panties! Something I have been wondering is if sprites can become desperate to pee too. Maybe it's a special high level ability we can unlock.

Inquiring about her setup or pretending to be a spirit of commerce would both be good openers, though both have the drawback that it means we are alerting her to our presence. One gives us more information we can presumably use to affect the situation, and the other would give us an "in" to try to convince her of things which would play to our strengths. Using magic to make her more thirsty seems like a very effective course of action as well this early, and while it is being affected by a negative modifier, success rates are still fairly high... There are plenty of other useful pranks as well, but they seem better placed when we have more information and setup in place. I'll go with the flow here, anyway. Inquire about setup + Cause Thirst. I'm also gonna throw in a vote for Bladder Ping here. It's not a reactive ability, so realistically it's better to use it early and base later strategies off the result than saving it for later in an encounter. If we can learn how much is in her bladder, we will have more information to act upon for later choices. For instance, if she's holding more than we think, then we would need to speed up our operation rather than taking it slow. Saving it until the end would be pointless for improving our chances... well, unless we just want to gawk at how full her bladder is (maybe there's a secret achievement for using bladder ping on someone above 100% full). @Blackb1rd Rules clarification/request: I think a double-down vote should also count for a single vote for that alternative, assuming the double down vote doesn't outright win. Otherwise trying to double down becomes a little too all or nothing I think, and people are rarely going to want to do it since it means you are essentially setting yourself up for the "spoiler effect". (For example, if you have Option A and Option B, and option A gets 5 votes and option B gets 4 votes, but doubling down on Option B also gets 4 votes, than I think option B should be considered the winner out of those two with 8 votes total. Obviously A and B would win if those two were the most popular, but imagine there's an Option C with 6 votes or something as well)

The site admin has already confirmed that AI art clog is in fact an issue and that the plan will be for AI art to have it's own gallery which does not show in the main section of the gallery. Unless those plans change, it's not really a matter of what's going to be done as much as when it will happen.

Any updates on this @Kyuu? I hate to pester, but AI art clog is still a big nuisance even if it's not quite as bad as it was before. At the time of posting the "New Images" section of the art gallery is 50% AI art which isn't exactly an ideal state of affairs.

Current standings (unless I'm miscounting) are: Fiona 3 Pinna 3 Roy 2 Gela 1 So a split at the top, but if just a few more votes come in it could be anyone's game really.

Ah, thanks for clarifying. I'll stick to my guns still, but it is going to mean we'll be somewhat more limited in terms of options when dealing with Pinna. I still think we can use the crowd to out advantage, even if the detrimental modifier can't be circumvented completely.

Oooh, I really like this thing you're doing with mission modifiers now. It makes selecting the mark a lot more interesting. Both Fiona and Pinna have negative modifiers that hit attriutes we just invested into, so we may find ourselves with few options against them... Fiona seems like a more viable target given the positive modifier, and the fact that she's probably the one who needs to pee the most at this point. Fiona also seems like an easier mark to get to a high bladder% even if other criteria aren't hit. With Pinna on the other hand, it may be possible to manipulate her crowd instead of her, doing things like getting encores, raising the mood, and perhaps making sure the bathroom has a constant queue. Though with level of influence still being quite low, affecting a crowd might be well beyond our abilities as of now... Perhaps a strategic approach can still work well though, making the right people thirsty or excited at the right time to keep the songs going, beer flowing, and queues growing... The free spirit mod on Gela tempts me into finding ways to break it. Sure, she might be fine with peeing away from a toilet. However, if she was just about to pee outside, or if she's started to pee outside, and she's discovered by someone... that might be a different matter. The idea of getting Gela caught short over and over does also seem very appealing to me. With Roy, we would be dealing with some rather helpful modifiers, as well as the possibility of a double score. It seems to me egging Roy on to push himself and impress his tutor would be likely to succeed, and if he can manage to do that while the elven warrior is already desperate to begin with... Still, that would require a lot of things to go right, and from the sounds of it Aria would be a difficult mark. In the end, I'm caught between Gela and Pinna. Gela, because I like the idea of what we might need to do to her for those delicious skill points. Pinna, because I think we might have a good shot at actually getting her since she will have a weak spot to manipulate (the crowd itself) which might allow us to circumvent or mitigate some of those negative traits. In the end I'm going to vote for Pinna. However, if Pinna doesn't get many votes and I can be a tiebreaker for Gela when the votes are tallied, I would like to change my vote to her instead (if that's allowed, otherwise just stick me to Pinna!).

(Each level costs +1 skill point, so 2 points into conjuration would mean that's all the points for the level)

Comes with the territory perhaps. Sandra Wilton Horn was a poop desperation story, so it's possible when it came around to a vote about the story, it attracted more people into that than normal.

She seemed like such a strong contender during the first round (at the start I was wondering if I had accidentally given her a huge advantage by naming her "big bladder girl"). But surprisingly, she fell behind a lot during the second round. Maybe she was a popular second or third alternative for a lot of people, but not as many had her as their favorite.

I saw your interactive and it looked quite promising! Generally there's a bit of "interia" for interactives, where it will take a little while before people actually notice them and start voting, but then once it gets rolling people are quicker to vote. As one smut writer to another, welcome to the site!

This kind of "trickster-like" interactive where you try to influence a situation using a set of powers is appealing to me. Spending all three skill points leveling an attribute twice for an ability is kinda tempting, since it's a bit of a mystery box. Still, ping is a bit too tempting too. So Charisma, conjuration, ping for me. Oh and the River Town sounds fun... But maybe the Lush Pine forest has like, elves and monster girls (fauns?? I see that furry tag) that can become desperate to pee. Maybe it's that kind of fantasy world. I'll vote for the River Town though despite the temptation, seems like there would be more potential to influence the world around you.

Seems like the queue daughter won. What a turnabout!

Gonna try real hard not to do any more consecutive update posts without actual story content for this thread - sorry about that! You can now vote in the final round of the "who should get their own side ending" contest thing. I wasn't really considering how the vote would play out when I decided to try it - turns out it ended up being really close, with the two top contenders being tied with each other and some other contenders not too far behind. For that reason, I decided to do a second round to determine a winner. This time you can only vote for one alternative.

Hi again! When I made the first poll, I wasn't really sure how it was going to turn out. Turns out, it was really close between the votes, to the point of the top contenders (big bladder girl and goth girl) being tied with each other at 13 votes each. To get a conclusive winner, I've decided to take the four top contender to a final round (I took all the ones with 10 or more votes, which is pretty arbitrary I know, but I had to cut things off somewhere). This also means there are two candidates for pee desperation and two candidates for poop desperation. You can only vote for a single one this time as well, so pick your favorite!

More polls! This time, vote for a character to get their own smaller story and ending. If you want to see the story of a character other than Sandra told through their own eyes, or are just dying to know what happened to one of the characters the story left behind, now is the chance to vote for your favorite.

Hello again! I'm trying something new with this poll, which is allowing people to choose a character from the story Sandra Wilton Horn Never gets a Chance to Poop to get their own short story from their perspective. The story itself will be told during the same crazy day that Sandra never had a chance to poop, so if you pick a character whose "ending" is already already heavily featured in that story you might not get as many new details. However, you will still get to see the events and their desperation for that character's perspective. This is a multiple choice poll, so you can choose multiple different characters to vote for if you have a split favorite.

I'm trying out a poll thing here to see if people are interested in seeing me write more poop desperation things in the future and to what extent. It likely won't have a massive impact on what I choose to write since first and foremost I will always choose to write the stories that interest me, and those stories might be pee desperation focused, poop desperation focused, or both. But if I ever find myself at a crossroads, or considered if I should incorporate poop desperation into an existing story or whatnot, having the poll results would still be useful. It's not impossible the poll will be a little skewed in favor of poop desperation given that's been the focus of my most recent story, so I'll keep that in mind as well. EDIT: Also, someone suggested I should write one or more conclusions to the women in this story we never got to see the ending for. I might run a poll for that too if that sounds interesting to people (as in, a poll to see which woman should get her own little spinoff ending).

I'm trying out a little poll thing. TO BE VERY CLEAR: I am not going to use the results as too much of a guideline for what I write in the future. First and foremost I write what I am interested in writing, and that's not going to change. Even if the majority vote swings one way or another, that doesn't guarantee what I will or won't write in the future, so cast your vote whichever way you feel without feeling bad about potentially denying someone else their fun. However, for split scenarios such as if I'm considering adding poop desperation elements to a pee desperation story, or if I have a good idea for both kinds of story, I may take this poll into consideration.

Now that this big 'ol story is over, I've been considering what to write in the future. I do have some ideas but currently no active writing projects - and it does look like I will have less time to write this winter overall. This story was a bit of an experiment in writing poop desperation, something I find is very rare for omo-adjacent smut. It seems to have found its audience which is definitely nice to see, I wasn't sure how many people would really want to read something like this but I hoped it would be a rare treat for the people who really like this kind of thing.

Sandra Wilton Horn Finally has a Chance to Poop Sandra had no real plan as she exited the bathroom, leaving the clogged toilet and the sink-peeing girl behind. She had to get back to Holly first so she didn’t leave her in the store, and then somehow figure out another way of relieving herself. Maybe she could find another public toilet somewhere, or even an alleyway… Sandra bit her lip and shook her head. No, there was no way she could stick her ass out and take a dump in some random alley. It was unthinkable. Even so, the pressure was tremendous and Sandra just wanted relief. The queue was in disarray as Sandra made her way past it, and somehow seemed to have gotten longer since Sandra had first entered. Several desperate and distressed women were discussing what had happened, many looking around to try and find some alternative place of relief after realizing this one was no longer functional. At the end of the line, Sandra found Holly. The poor girl was in a half-squat and massaging her stomach. “Heyy… Holly.” When Sandra addressed her, Holly quickly straightened out and tried to stand normally. It was only half-successful. Sandra sighs, then it becomes a full-on groan instead. “The toilet got clogged, and I’m absolutely bursting.” This really wasn’t the time for pretenses. “Oh… oh no. What should we d-do?” Holly was still standing straight, but swaying subtly back and forth while keeping her hand on her stomach. It seemed that Holly was mostly past her pretense as well, even if she wasn’t fully admitting her need yet. Her cheeks suddenly go flush as a squeaky fart pops out of her. Without saying a word, one hand shoots back to cup her ass. “We have to find some other toilet or… something. I’m genuinely at my limit here, I’m going to have an accident if we don’t.” Sandra was clenching her cheeks, hard. Holly was stepping in place, looking around worriedly. The pair headed outside, both writhing as they looked around for anyplace that might have toilet for them to use. They tried going into a few establishments and checking around, but nothing. Sandra felt like she had a broken record playing inside her head, but it really was beyond the pale that toilet access was this bad that two girls filled with poop literally couldn’t find anywhere at all. Sandra’s condition was ebbing and flowing, and often she needed to stop and renew her efforts as a particularly strong urge hit her. Many times when this happened she would turtlehead too, her underwear had to be in a pretty bad state at this point. At least it was never fully coming out, its girth seemed to be helping prevent it from gliding out so easily. Sandra felt like she was going crazy from the sensation of her anus being forced open, and closed over and over. Holly was in an even worse state though. Since exiting the store, her already compromised composure had rapidly declined and she was now a total mess. The girl would pant and hyperventilate, massage her belly, grab her own ass, squirm and twist around. Holly had turned into the most productive fart factory Sandra had ever heard too, she was glad she wasn’t walking behind her. Maybe the girl’s desperation had simply spilled over the edge just now, or perhaps she had been this desperate for a long time and it all came crashing down as soon as she stopped trying to hide it. Regardless of what was really happening, Sandra didn’t think she had seen anyone put on this kind of show of poo desperation in her life. They kept looking. They saw a public toilet near the city square, but it was only a single barely-covered urinal. Taking a shit there was out of the question, even if there hadn’t been a queue to use the thing. Inside a café, there was perhaps the single most absurd toilet queue Sandra had ever seen, with staff trying their best to manage the many desperate individuals who were taking up so much space inside the establishment. There was no way. Sandra was desperate to shit out of her mind, and she had to imagine it was the same for Holly. It was only a matter of time before one of them cracked. And before they could find any kind of free toilet, it happened. Holly gasped. If was far from subtle or subdued, this was a genuine gasp of pain like she had been hit. She had been farting like crazy for a bit, but it seemed to have stopped temporarily. Sandra turned around to see Holly doing puppy dog eyes, while letting a huge one rip. There was something very pitiable to all this, this girl was practically begging her without saying a word and barely even in control of her own body. “I-I-I c-c-an’t h-hold it any m-more. Oooh…” She whines while frantically massaging her stomach. “Ah…” She pauses, squatting down to sit on her heel. Sandra watches on while unsure what to do. This may very well be an accident in progress. A soft squeak of gas pushes through onto the pavement, as Holly gently sobs on the ground while trying to delay the inevitable. “Ah!” The girl screams, then quickly rises up again. Her body contorts into a pretzel as she dances around, moving in an almost animalistic fashion. Then she darts off. Sandra follows. They come up to something halfway like an alleyway. Holly is already carefully checking inside. It’s really, really obvious what she’s planning. It’s also, well, it’s not a very good alleyway to take a shit in if such a thing even exists. It’s too wide, and there is not enough cover in there. Just a flimsy ladder and a small box. A girl would be relatively exposed to both ends of open street. “I-I know this is crazy, but please stand g-guard for m- ugh!” She grunts and lets out another thunderous fart. There seemed to be no end to the amount of gas that girl was storing inside. Maybe she had tried so hard to keep it all in and it had accumulated over time. Sandra gave the alley a suspicious stare. She wasn’t even sure pooping there was preferable to having an accident, there would be such a risk of getting caught. Holly was already starting to hobble inside though. Sandra grit her teeth. Helping Holly would have to take priority for now – the girl was clearly beyond herself with desperation – but she couldn’t help but curse her sister for not being able to deal with this on her own. A few moments later there’s a second fart echoing throughout the alleyway. Sandra awkwardly coughs and steps in place. Then, she looks back, partly to check whether Holly was able to squat down in time, and partly to see how obscured Holly would be to anyone passing by. The answer was Holly wasn’t covered at all, at least not from Sandra’s angle. There basically wasn’t any privacy whatsoever, Sandra could see the whole double moons of Holly’s ass, fully parted with the head of a girthy poop-snake poking out into the crisp air. The girl was peeing too, creating small gouts of steam on the ground as it came out and heated up the surroundings. In fact the pee was coming out quite fiercely, betraying the fact that Holly may have needed to go both ways. Her emission of waste was accompanied by several toots, as well as hearty moans of relief. Her first log was now peeking out more and more, and would probably be descending very soon. Sandra turned back while giving her own ass a thorough squeeze. Sandra was stepping in place, trying to ignore any and all sounds coming from within the alley while also doing her best as a lookout. Fortunately, nobody had been walking by so far. If someone walked past the alleyway and paid it any attention whatsoever, they would immediately realize what Holly was doing in there. And if they happened to even glance inside, they would get the entire show. Sandra was semi-squatting, sticking her ass out a little while keeping her cheeks clenched harder than a metal bunker door. She wanted to poop so badly, and standing around like this was making it way worse. She desperately wanted to take Holly’s place after the girl had finished, but she was held back by the knowledge of how exposed it would be. She bit her lip as the contents her overstuffed bowels fought for freedom. If Holly was getting away with it maybe she could too… She badly tenses as a fart forces her way out of her system. Sandra hadn’t been having any gas for a while now, and this truly felt like the very last of it becoming dislodged and displaced. There is some immediate relief of pressure, but Sandra quickly enters a cold sweat as her the contents of her bowels readjust and reposition. Her stomach hurt like hell, and the fart had forced her anus right open too. She whined all while doing her best to control herself until the cramping passed. Out of the corner of her eye, Sandra saw a car headed towards her position. A few cars had driven by already, but they hadn’t really been too much of a concern. While a passenger might see something they shouldn’t if they were looking towards the alleyway just as they passed by, the main road was just far enough away that Sandra thought she would block visibility from where she was standing watch. However, this car was slowing down. Sandra quickly shot a glance back towards Holly. The poor girl’s ass was still out and in the middle of releasing a thick log of dung onto the freshly formed heap. There was no time for a warning. Sandra’s stomach cramp had luckily passed, but she was still bursting at the seams with how badly her own butt wanted its release – and the back alley view wasn’t helping either. The car starts to pull up just in front of the alleyway entry, and this is when Sandra starts to really panic. What were they doing, had they seen Holly from the road? That shouldn’t have been possible, despite how exposed Holly was down there, visibility from where the car had approached from was nonexistent. And even if they had, surely nobody would go as far as to stop and brazenly gawk at a girl taking a dump, right? Were they pulling up for some unrelated reason? What was Sandra supposed to say to them to make them go away or not notice Holly? These thoughts all flashed through Sandra’s mind, but less than a second later she finally caught the crucial detail she had been missing. This was her aunt’s car. It was a fairly anonymous-looking vehicle, so Sandra hadn’t realized it right away. Now that it was close though, Sandra was certain of it and this truth was fully confirmed as she saw Chloe in the front passenger seat, and her sister in the back. Audrey was lowering the window and waving to her as the car pulled up next to her. Audrey quickly gets out of the car and approaches Sandra. Her dad gives her a shout from the driver’s seat “Your folks are in a rush Audrey, we can’t afford a slowdown, you know.” Audrey gives a nod back while approaching Sandra. She leans in conspiratorially, speaking quickly. “I think I basically understand what’s going on here.” She subtly motions towards the alley with Holly. “Okay probably not but there’s no time to explain, right? I’ll tag in, you get in the car before anyone realized what’s happening.” Sandra is too flabbergasted to take in this sudden situation, but getting away from here and handing over responsibility of Holly to her sister seemed like an improvement to what she was doing. Her sister whispers to her again. “What are you doing? Go!” Sandra runs away to get into the car. In the back passenger seats are both Emelie and Anelie, mom and aunt. Both are wearing rather pained and uncomfortable expressions and seemed quite rigid in their body language. Anelie, who was sitting closest to Sandra, kept one leg crossed above the other in the tight space. It seemed neither of them had gotten the opportunity for relief after Chloe had done her number on the apartment bathroom. Chloe was sitting in the front passenger seat, with Sandra’s dad at the wheel. “So what’s going on?” Sandra does her best to grind her bottom into the car seat as she sits down, which does offer some temporarily alleviation. Her ass genuinely felt like it was going to blow up, but at least there was constant counterpressure in the opposite direction now. Anelie gives her a pained smile. “Me and Emmy are absolutely bursting dear, so we decided to head on over to use the toilet in our hotel room.” The family apartment was a little too small to host everyone once the entire family came over, so Chloe and Anelie was staying at a nearby hotel for the duration. Stefan interjects from the driver’s seat. “Audrey saw you on the street and said we ought to pick you up since you’re carrying groceries.” Sandra was not, in fact, carrying any groceries, but she was not about to contradict this. “Where did Holly go anyway, wasn’t she with you?” “Ah, yeah…” Sandra thinks for an excuse while squirming against the car seat. “She wanted to make an errand, so we split up for a bit. I was waiting on her to meet back up again…” There’s another sudden spike in bottom pressure, causing Sandra to push herself even harder against the seat. “I, er, I told Audrey, so she’ll be meeting with her instead.” “I see. Good timing on the swap, then. Audrey and Holly can come over later.” The topic being brushed aside suited Sandra just fine, since it meant less improvised lies. She would need to send Audrey a message later though so she’d get caught up on the current cover story. “Yeah, that sounds- gh! -good.” A hard push from inside against her ass reminds Sandra of the dire situation she herself was in. She took a moment to recover, though nobody seemed to be paying her much mind. Miraculously, she was actually headed towards a toilet since entering the car. This was an incredible stroke of luck, but she still needed to actually make it there. Her mom and aunt were both squirming around like crazy, so it did seem likely Sandra would have to wait for the two of them after they all arrived. Still, the hotel- Sandra’s bum gives her some grief as her anus starts to creep open and tries to let something out. She has to strain and clench to make it go back inside- still, the hotel was close to where they were. As long as Sandra could hold out for just a little bit longer, she would be able to poop on a toilet. Finally. Finally finally finally. Oh, oh how she wanted to do that so badly. Her stomach hurt, her ass hurt, she was in a state of constant discomfort and needed relief so bad. There is a soft brrrt emanating, unmistakably, from Anelie just right over from where Sandra was sitting. “Oh dear… I’m sorry I just have to go so so bad…!” Anelie emphasizes the end of her sentence in a singsong manner, but there is genuine panic in her voice and her body language indicates she is doing her hardest to hold on. She was clearly being double-teamed too, as with one hand she was digging into her crotch and the other was clutching her behind. She was wearing a long skirt over leggings, which seemed to make physically holding herself in the car a greater challenge than it would have been otherwise. The car comes to a stop. “Shit!” Stefan honks in frustration, causing both Anelie and Emelie to flinch. “Don’t… do that.” Sandra’s mother hadn’t spoken much, but it was clear she was deadly serious. “God, sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” Stefan sighs. “Traffic is a bit blocked up. Just hold on, okay? We’ll be there in a flash as soon as we start moving again.” Sandra thought she heard someone whine and turned to check on the two other women sharing the back of the car with her. Emelie was crossing one leg over another, swapping intermittently, while trying to keep her seatbelt from digging into her stomach. Meanwhile, Anelie looked rough. She was breathing hard, squirming beyond what the limited space in the car would even support, and red in the face. “Hah, hahh…! I can’t hold it, I can’t… I’m going to wet myself, no no no no no-!” Anelie speaks very quickly, with an erratic rhythm. “Wait, now?! Just try and hold on a little lo-” “I can’t! It’s coming out, hurry hurry give me something to pee in!” Stefan and Chloe both frantically search the front seats before handing Anelie a plastic bottle. Meanwhile, she is already undressing. In lowering her leggings and hitching her skirt up, Anelie is finally able to properly apply pressure to her bottom bits, front and back. Anelie was now squirming and clutching herself in just her panties, while waiting for the receptable to be passed. Sandra was glad she didn’t have to pee at the moment, as Anelie got into position by lowering her panties and putting the bottle between her legs. She didn’t envy her mom, who was facing away looking through the window. Maybe if Anelie and Emelie both relieved themselves before they even arrived, Sandra could be the first to use the toilet? A fart from Anelie, now leaving her totally nude butt and hitting the seat below her, reminds Sandra that things weren’t so simple. “Ohhh…” Anelie starts peeing soon after she gets the bottle in place, and her release accompanied with a throaty sigh of relief. However, this is short-lived as she suddenly lets out a thunderous fart. The dainty little toots she had been letting out before had been nothing by comparison, this one probably slipped out because she had relaxed when peeing. She groans and immediately stops peeing. Then she groans again. And again. “Oh no oh god, I’m about to take a shit on the seat. Oh god, oh god, I can’t stop it. I need a plastic bag or-” Another “pfffrt!” rings out. As Anelie is leans forwards, and her skirt is pushed above her ass, Sandra catches of glimpse of her turtle-head peeking out behind. It was already touching the seat below. “Wait wait wait, you can’t mean-” Stefan interjects while Chloe searches the space around her shotgun seat. Even with the sideview, Sandra can tell Anelie’s buttcheeks are maximally clenched and tense as she tries her hardest to not drop an entire pile on the car seat. “Yes! I. Need. To. Shit. Now! And I’m going to do it whether I want to or not, so please…!” Traffic is starting to move again after the short delay. “I can’t really look for anything right now, I’m driving! Chloe, can you find anything? Sandra, did you have a shopping bag that you can empty?” “I-” Sandra is cut off by a pained moan from Anelie, coupled with another fart that pushed her tail out another half an inch. It was starting to become very noticeable even from the side. It was thick, too, but despite that was clearly forcing itself out every moment Anelie wasn’t giving it her all to hold it back. It seemed she was past the point of no return now, she needed something to poop into immediately or she would shit in the seat. There was no other alternative. Anelie’s legs were shaking and a squirt of pee forced itself out into the bottle. Time was running out for her. “I found a bag!” Chloe quickly hands it back, first to Anelie who desperately shakes her head given her entirely occupied hands, then Sandra. “P-please, Sandra hurry and put it under me!” Sandra unfurls the balled-up bag, and holds it out under Anelie’s quivering bottom. “Oh…” The heavy log of poop drops from her ass pretty much instantly, and she resumes her pee then and there as well. Sandra was trying her best not to be taken in by the suggestive imagery as the bag became heavier and heavier as it took in more and more of the load. Sandra tried to raise the bag a little so she wouldn’t have to see the poop drop down, but she could still make out their shadows falling through the plastic of the bag and the added weight with every added log was impossible to ignore. Sandra felt physically terrible. Feeling the weight of every loosened load while listening to a woman moan her heart out as she took the most needed dump of a lifetime, while Sandra so badly wanted the same, was truly awful. Out of all the incredibly private reliefs Sandra had inadvertently witnessed today, this was easily the most suggestive. This time, she could not only see and hear, but feel the relief as Anelie pumped out bellyfuls of dung. Every log that dropped sent a shockwave through her body, which was urgently demanding relief. A bead of sweat rode down Sandra’s back, sneaking right between the cleft of her buttcheeks and tickling her right where she was being pried apart. The car had stopped before Anelie even finished pooping. Her pee had ended after she filled the entire 600ml bottle – which was apparently enough that she could keep herself from leaking any more while she kept up her poop. They had arrived at the hotel, and Emelie hurried out of the car with Stefan and Chloe in tow. Meanwhile Anelie and Sandra were left behind. Stefan had made sure to park in a relatively discreet location so Anelie wouldn’t be spotted, which had the drawback of putting them a bit further from the hotel. Anelie was pooping and pooping and it seemed endless. It was no wonder she had been desperate out of her mind. Still, Sandra somehow felt sure that the load brewing inside of herself was even bigger than that. That might just be her own desperation-addled delusion though, Anelie was putting out an absolutely spectacular volume. “Ooof… Thank you so much, dear…” Jealousy, a flash of pure jealousy hit Sandra. Why was it that so many women around her had gotten relief, even improper relief, of their aching bowels while Sandra was left to deal with her own? It was so unfair. So many times today, Sandra had been forced off a toilet or impromptu pooping spot by another woman. The girl at uni, the jogger, Chloe, the daughter at the store who had clogged the toilet… These desperate girls had all been allowed to shamelessly take a seat, separate their asses open and relieve themselves of their heavy poos, in some cases denying others their relief in the process as they greedily filled the toilets more than they could take. Meanwhile Sandra had to bear it and keep her bowels corked. And now she was helping Anelie finish off her monster dump instead of rushing into the hotel like her mom had. The bag felt so heavy… “-keycard, do you have it?” Sandra hadn’t realized Chloe had come back into the car, but she was peeking through from the front seats while blushing. It seems she had come in from the front to avoid needlessly exposing Anelie. “It’s, it’s in my bag. I have some wipes I need too… oh…” Anelie responds, in between panting from exertion and relief as another log slides out of her. Sandra reaches for the bag, but as she does something happens inside of her. She had been unconsciously pressing her bottom against the car seat, and reaching for the bag made her shift slightly to the side, lifting one asscheek a tiny amount above it. It was enough to unleash hell. The loudest fart Sandra had heard today – and that was saying something at this point – rings out from beneath her. She felt something almost pop and crackle inside her bowels, the movement was so severe that she fully expected it to be audible to Chloe and Anelie. “I… I… I… I need to poop! I need to poop so badly, so so badly!” In that moment, every single mental barrier was shed. Sandra would have gotten on her knees and begged, if she thought that would bring her relief. The pressure had spiked into something all-consuming, nothing was more important that relief. Exiting the car was a haze for Sandra. Chloe and Anelie had urged her to leave for the hotel with the keycard, while Chloe had stayed behind to help out Anelie. Sandra was waddling and staggering across the parking lot, hands always covering her butt but occasionally she would need to stop and straighten out or contort as a wave of pressure hit her and made her advance unbearable. She was turtleheading all the way too, in a way she had been for the entire duration of the car trip but standing up had made it so much worse. Her ass cheeks were being forcibly kept apart with what felt like a battering ram for how wide it was, and if she ever relaxed even a little it would shoot out of her in an instant. She comes into the lobby to meet with Stefan and a very tense and impatient Emelie. “I-I I have the card. I… I need to poop.” She sniffles. At this point she was so self-evidently desperate that she didn’t even need to say it, but her barriers had all but collapsed. “O-okay, I see. We need to hurry on over to the room, then.” Sandra and Emelie both stagger behind Stefan as they head towards the hotel room. At one point, Sandra made the mistake of rubbing her stomach hoping it would help. It melt as though she had inserted metal plates under her skin for how hard and full it felt, and touching it meant she had to stop in her tracks and sit on her heel for a bit while crying from the pressure and pain. Somehow, all three of them made it to the toilet. It was the one thing Sandra needed more than anything else right now. Emelie wasn’t opening the door yet, but she was squirming, moaning and occasionally rubbing her own painful stomach. Even in her current state – or perhaps because of it – Sandra thought she could make out a sizeable bladder bulge visible even through Emelie’s clothes. Even so… “Mom… Please, please… I have to poop, I’m hurting, I can’t take it anymore…” Emelie doesn’t respond immediately, only sounding out an “oof…” while squirming in place. “Please… please…” Sandra’s voice is becoming a whimper. “Just… hurry…” Sandra does not wait and immediately rushes through the door. With these sudden and rapid movements she had to forgo holding herself entirely. Fortunately, her poop-cork was thick enough that it had a kind of inertia after being stuffed up her for so long. It didn’t slide out of her immediately as she had feared, but instead started a slow and steady buildup towards a descent. She was in such a hurry she didn’t even close or lock the door, though behind her someone still slid it closed. The toilet lid was up, so all she had to do was the run up to it, throw her pants and panties down in one fell swoop, and slam her ass onto the seat. Without conscious thought, she did the one thing she had wanted to do for so so long. She pushed. She gasped in sheer relief as the beast which had hurt her so produced a terrible splash as it escaped and landed under her. Her stomach still needed more and kept pumping waste downwards now that the cycle had started, but just the sheer fact that she was free from the unbearable plug which had forced her anus to stay perpetually pried agape for the past ten minutes or so is a massive relief in and of itself. She pants and cries as more and more waste forces itself out of her, at this point her release was completely beyond her control. She was occasionally pushing to speed up the process, which was sometimes necessary when her poop would get a little stalled from a packed log or a big fart. Sandra smiles dreamily as a BRRT of gas fills the bowl, heralding the next dunghead already peeking out of her. The oversized droppings she was adding to the mound underneath were getting a little softer, but they were still plenty solid. She had lost track of her output at this point, but every log and every gust of gas leaving her was a huge relief on her stomach. That tight, hard-packed sensation was gone and she was already feeling so much lighter. She pushes again to get the next snake slithering out of her, which causes her bladder to relax and starts a gushing if short-lived pee, which finishes just as she poops out her latest log. She exhales an “ohhh…” and collapses onto herself from the euphoric relief she was feeling. Then she tries to compose herself, wipes herself up with a few sheets of paper and stands before her toilet. It was, perhaps predictably, clogged beyond human comprehension. The couple of scraps of toilet paper sat upon a coiled pile consisting of several long snakes, which themselves buried the harder and girthier poo plugs she had gotten out first. Now that Sandra had gotten the worst of it out and could hold it in just fine, she had remembered her mom waiting outside. Especially after releasing some water of her own. That bulge on her had looked real mean and painful… As long as Sandra was safe for a while, swapping places was definitely a good idea so Emelie could have her relief. Is what Sandra had thought before she got up, that is. Flushing to try to clear the toilet seemed extremely foolish, as that would surely only make it worse. She glanced around the room for some kind of useful tool, a plunger or the like. No such luck. She still hadn’t gotten her panties back on, so she was standing nude-bottom in front of the toilet. A little toot squeaked out, reminding her that despite the inhuman pile she had already produced, her poop was still in progress. Sandra Wilton Horn - END

I wouldn't have thought to recommend the DP game, but I guess it does kinda sorta fit the criteria of girls hiding their need to pee. Though in this case it's for mindgames and maintaining an advantage in the game rather than the more common reasons for this kind of thing. I did write a fantasy story with princesses as well at one point. That might be something for you.