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  • 3 months later...

Back in the present Natalie was struggling. She had her hands jammed in her crotch and was trying desperately to not leak. She had a 3 hour car ride ahead of her and both her bowels and bladder were filled. She shook her legs up and down constantly. Her stomach churned and gurgled loudly. She put in headphones to pass the time and tried listening to some music. For the next hour she listened to music while in immense discomfort. She kept ripping silent farts that reeked but she didn’t care, it helped relieve just a bit of pressure. Her piss urge would sometimes rear its ugly head and she would be forced to jam her hand into her privates.  She could see her sister put her nose into her shirt in response to the smell but she didn’t care about that either. After the hour mark Natalie’s eyes felt heavy, and despite her ugent toilet need, she managed to doze off.

 

 She woke up to the sound of a loud ripping sound. She wasn’t sure what it was at first but then she realized it was her fart. The car’s windows were down but you could still smell a faint gassy smell. Natalie blushed slightly as she realized she must’ve been ripping ass while she had dozed off. Just then a pang hit her bladder intensely and Natalie jammed her hands in her crotch. Her stomach churned as well and a wet fart forced its way out. “Honey, are you alright back there?” her mom asked, looking very concerned. “Y-yeah,” she said wiggling in her seat “Just still really need a pee.” Natalie’s sister Maria still had her nose buried in her shirt “Smells like more than a pee.” Natalie turned redder and stammered “Well yeah, I need to take a dump as well, I told you guys I didn’t get to use the toilet at all this morning.” she said shifting in her seat. Her poop made a rush for the exit, so she was forced to tense her body and squeeze her cheeks. She moaned a little. “Don’t worry hun, we’re only 10 minutes away.” her mom said sympathetically. Even her dad, who hours ago was pissed off, felt bad. “I’ll try to go as fast as I can, okay Nat?” her dad said to her. Natalie ripped a wet sounding fart and cried out “Yes, please do!” while jiggling in place. Sammy couldn’t help but make fun of her older sister for getting herself into this predicament. “Beer shits hit hard the next morning, huh?” she said to her sister, barely looking up from her phone. “Sammy, shut the fuck up,” Natalie replied, still jiggling in her seat. “And all that bent up beer just begging to come out?” she said next. This causes a spurt to shoot out of Natalie and slightly dampen her blue panties. “I’m gonna kill you later.” she growled but Sammy just laughed in response. 

 

Finally, they pulled into the parking lot of Sammy’s dorm. Natalie unbuckled her seat belt and yelled to her dad “Please, just let me out, I have to run in now.” Her dad stopped the brakes, he didn’t want her to stain his car and he still felt a bit guilty. Natalie got out and immediately shoved her hands into her crotch. Getting out so quickly caused her bladder to spasm and it had come close to making her flood her leggings. She made a yelp noise and hurried towards the front entrance. She ran but also was squeezing her thighs together tightly making it hard to go quick. As she ran she ripped another wet sounding fart, luckily she was not around anyone when she did. She had her cheeks clamped to prevent her wet poop from pouring out. She came upon the tables where the RAs and other staff were checking people in. “Fuck!” she thought to herself. Natalie had completely forgotten that Sammy hadn’t gotten her key yet, she wouldn’t be able to get into the room. Now Natalie didn’t normally like people knowing about her toilet needs, but messing and pissing herself would be 1000x worse. 

 

She ran up to a table with a redhead and blue hair girl just got done giving another person their key.. Natalie tried to maintain her composure when she got up there, but she had her legs still crossed firmly and her butt remained clenched.  “Hi!” the redhead girl said excitedly. Natalie smiled back and talked quickly, bobbing up and down the whole time. “Hey! So my sister is moving into the dorm and my parents are just parking the car but I reallyyyyyy need to go to the restroom, can I have her key please.” Natalie said this sentence at a million miles per minute. As she said this she noticed the blue hair girl had her hands buried in her crotch and tightened up when she mentioned the word bathroom. Sydney laughed and said “Yeah sure, I just need your sister’s name and some ID to prove you have the same last name and you’re good to go.” Natalie smiled and shook more violently knowing that relief was near. “Sammy. Sammy Allen.” she said as she reached into the waistband of her tights and pulled out her phone. She pulled her ID out of a pocket attached to the phone and shoved it to the girl, shaking as she did. The girl checked it and handed it back to Natalie then she pulled out the card which displayed a smiling Sammy. “Toilet is in room 417,” the redhead said with a smile. “Oh my God, thank you, thank you so much I owe you my life.” she said sprinting away from the table. “Damn,” Sydney said to Brie, “That chick needed a piss BAD!” Brie shook her legs and pushed her knees together. “I know the feeling,” she muttered to herself. But Sydney was too busy telling the next person to hear. 

 

Natalie shot up the stairs, her hands were jammed into her crotch as she ran. She didn’t care about the stares she got from parents, siblings, and students going down. She moved quickly, maneuvering around people as swiftly as possible. She ripped yet another wet sounding fart as she passed a mom and daughter who stared at her wide-eyed. She couldn’t care less as that fart almost was the end for her. She shot through the door onto the fourth floor. Her eyes scanned the door numbers quickly, looking for 417.

 

 Finally her eyes landed on the numbers, she almost cried with tears of happiness. She jiggled in place and slid the card in the slot, but the button flashed red. “Oh, come on!” she exclaimed as she shook harder and crossed her legs. She slid it the other way and it flashed red again. “You gotta be kidding me!” she said as she grabbed her ass. She started to try it again and as she did a 4 second spurt of urine made a baseball sized wet patch. She scanned it quickly again and it glowed green this time. “Yes!” she yelled out loud and ripped the door open. She was so close, it was right there. She saw the bathroom door on the left and quickly pulled on the handle. It was locked. Fucking locked. Another spurt shot out of her and further dampened her panties. It hit her, Sammy’s roommate must be in there, she looked around the room and saw half of it was decorated with a college girl’s items. She knocked on the door loudly, she had her one hand shoved in her crotch and the other grabbing her ass, she couldn’t hold still. She normally tried to give people their privacy but she needed in now. “Y-yeah?’ Riley asked shyly. Riley had her pants pulled halfway up, slightly exposing her pink panties. She danced in place wondering who was out there. “Hey Riley, it’s Sammy. I need to get on that toilet ASAP, can you please let me in. Now!” Sammy said super quickly. She didn’t wanna come off as rude, but she was seconds away from messing herself. Riley blushed furiously as she danced in place, she listened to Natalie’s plea and had one of two options: Let Natalie use it or get relief herself. “Well, I have to shit and Natalie probably just needs a pee, so I’ll let her use it.” Riley decided. Plus she didn’t want Natalie to have to wait for her to drop a load off and make her piss herself. Riley pulled up her shorts and clenched her butt cheeks together, she had to poop so bad.

 

 She opened the door and Natalie was directly outside the door, dancing vigorously in place.
“Thank you so so much, I’m so sorry I woke up late and..” Natalie said as she rushed into the bathroom. Natalie closed the door and slammed onto the toilet. Immediately a torrent of pee came gushing out into the water. Natalie couldn’t help but moan loudly. “Damn, she really needed that piss,” Riley thought as she squirmed in place. 

 

Natalie blushed furiously as the torrent of piss filled the bowl. Outside Riley continues to move around in place, all of the sudden a fart slipped out. It was a bubbly sounding one, loud. Riley prayed that Natalie couldn’t hear it. Luckily for her, the piss sound drowned out all other noise. 

 

“Hurry up, hurry up!” Riley thought as she kept her but tightly clenched. Inside Natalie sighed as her pee came to a close. Just as the last few drops came out she ripped a loud, wet fart that echoed in the toilet bowl. Natalie continued to blush but she felt no shame, she needed this so bad. 

 

Riley was immediately concerned, sure some girls fart when they pee but it’s usually not so wet and loud. She grew even more concerned when a second one ripped out, this time even wetter sounding. Her fears were confirmed when she heard a squelch sound as some mushy poop shot out of Natalie. 

 

Riley bent over and held her stomach, letting out a groan as she did. If she knew Natalie needed a shit she wouldn’t have given up the bathroom.

 

Natalie gave happy sigh as more diarrhea poured out of her. Drinking always messed up her stomach the next morning, she had had some embarrassing mornings in guys bathrooms after a night of fun. 

 

Riley sighed and decided to throw all shame away, she knocked loudly on the door. “H-hey I hate to rush you but I need to poop so badly. Can you please hurry?” 

 

Natalie immediately felt horrible, this poor girl had been in her own bathroom about to unload and she had ruined it for her. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, yeah I’ll be as quick as I can.” Natalie grunted as she pushed the next two waves out quickly. Heading it all splash into the water below was torture for Riley. Finally she heard Natalie pulling toilet paper. 

 

Natalie wiped as quickly as she could but it wasn’t easy with the mess she had made. She quickly pulled up her pants and flushed. The toilet had a few skid marks around the hole and it smelled terrible, but Natalie knew Riley was just about to make it so much worse.

 

She opened the door and saw Riley there, shuffling in place and bent over with her hands on her stomach. “Sorry, sorry!” Natalie said as she moved out of the way. Riley couldn’t even muster a response, she just ran in and slammed the door shut. She ripped her jean shorts down and slammed her ass on the toilet. She immediately exploded, as farts mixed with wet poop shot out of her. She covered her mouth to conceal the noise she made from the pure bliss. She had been maybe a minute away from full on messing herself. 

 

A huge fart exploded out of her and more poop made a floomf sound as it hit the water. She blushed a bright red as she sat there, no one had her shit in a long time and she hated that it had to happen now.

 

Natalie just sat on her sister’s empty bed and scrolled on her phone as she waited for her family to come up. As she listened to Riley blow up the toilet she continued to feel bad that she had delayed her, the girl was clearly desperate. She heard two more rounds of mushy poop squelch out of Riley then heard her start rolling paper. 

 

Riley felt a lot better, she wiped and then flushed. The bathroom smelled horrible from the two girls visit and the toilet had even more skid marks around the toilet. As she left the toilet she couldn’t help but look shyly away from Natalie as she exited. 

 

“Sorry again for holding you up, I didn’t realize-“ Natalie started saying before Riley cut her off. “No! No it’s okay. I get it.” She said with a small laugh. Just then the door opened and Sammy along with her mom and dad walked in. 

 

“Riley! What’s up!” Sammy said with a huge smile as she hugged Riley tightly. “Good thing I already pooped” Riley thought. She smiled back and said “Good to see you, can’t believe it. College!” 

 

Sammy’s mom opened the door, Riley had closed it to save some of the smell. “Oh my god, Natalie that reeks!” Riley and Natalie both grimaced. Natalie didn’t want to throw Riley under the bus so she just laughed and said, “Hey, I told you I had to go!” She covered her nose and walked in. “God, you destroyed this toilet.” She said as she shut the door and unbuttoned her jeans to try and pee as quickly as possible. “Hey when a girl has to go.” Natalie said with a smile towards Riley. 


 

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  • 10 months later...

I have been away for far too long. Life got the best of me. But I have another chapter, and I have recently been flooded with a bunch of ideas that came to me over my time away. Good things to come! Hope you enjoy this chapter, a tad anti-climitax after all this time but it's the setup for a great one coming up!
 

Sammy’s belongings were all put away within an hour or so. Riley and her chatted about all the fun they were going to have these next four years as they packed away notebooks and snacks into the dresser drawers. 

About halfway through the process, Sammy’s mom pulled a can of air freshener out of a box and said, “This is for the bathroom. I forgot I packed this, or I would’ve given it a good dosing after Natalie’s visit.”

Natalie just rolled her eyes at her as Janet next pulled out a plunger. “You’ll never know when you need one of these.”

The two roommates blushed and nodded as the mother put the two items in the restroom.

Soon the family said their goodbyes. Natalie paid one last visit to the toilet for the trip back, peeing a furious stream and having a loud, airy fart echo into the bowl midstream. Her hangover still made her stomach a bit iffy.

Sammy’s mom and dad both peed as well. Heartfelt goodbyes were said and soon it was just Sammy and Riley in the room. 

The two talked and talked for hours about anything and everything. 

Sammy had yet to use the toilet, and Riley took notice. The girl didn’t seem desperate, but she was surprised that she hadn’t had a pee after the long car ride.

Riley had only had one poop story about Sammy. Sure, the two had gone at each other’s houses. Sammy seems to have no schedule, just dropping a load off at random times of the day.

She seemed to be more bold than Riley. There were times Sammy would ask for a bathroom pass in math or english class and be gone for 10 or so minutes. There was another time she missed a day of school and admitted to her group of friends she spent most of the absent day “shitting her brains out.” 

But Riley had only heard her friend one time. The two went to a waterpark that was about two hours away one weekend. Sammy's mother's work had given away tickets, and each sibling was allowed to bring one friend. Sammy chose Riley while Natalie chose her friend Becca. 

Becca was a pale girl with reddish hair that fell just below her breasts. She was on the thicker side, with boobs and a butt that made most girls envious. She was a bit self-conscious about her weight and the mild acne on her face, however. 

The four girls shared one room for the weekend. Riley had no issues when it came to pooping that weekend. She made it simple: take a dump before the shower. After a long day in chlorinated water all the girls needed to rinse it all off, and Riley would use this time to poop.

The shower drowned out any noises and the soapy smell of all the girls really drowned out any foul smells. 

Natalie had the same gameplan. Riley realized this when, preparing to take a discrete movement after Natalie had showered, she lifted the toilet to find skid marks scattered around the bowl. 

Becca and Sammy did not have that idea however. 

Sammy wasn’t embarrassed to poop around strangers. She would never see them again, so what difference did it make. But, she did not like going around people she knew. Those smells and sounds might stick with a person. She figured she would just poop at the waterpark when the urge came, no big deal. 

Sadly, someone always seemed to follow her when she felt the urge. 

Shortly after the foursome arrived, she felt the Wendy’s that had been eaten on the trip up hit her. Sammy cut foul smelling farts while changing in the bathroom, and planned to act like she forgot to pee after the car trip to use the park toilets. 

When they walked out, she quickly said “I need a quick piss.” While heading towards the toilets. Riley hastily added “I’ll come with.” Riley had genuinely forgotten to pee in the excitement of arriving at the hotel, and while she had intended to just sneakily go in the pool, took the opportunity to go a more sophisticated way.

“Damn,” Sammy thought. She was gonna be forced to hold it until she could find a more opportune time to sneak away. 

The two headed over to the women’s restroom where a small line was there for the six or so stalls in there. At the front was a middle-aged woman with curly brown hair in a one-piece suit, who did not look urgent in the least. Behind her were two girls who were probably in middle school, both wearing clothes and also neither looking desperate.
But the last girl in line was a blonde lifeguard. She had on a red t-shirt with a whistle around her neck and red short shorts. She was skinny, and she had normal sized boobs with a slightly bigger butt. She seemed to be rocking in place a bit and had a serious look on her face. 

A stall flushed and the middle-aged girl walked in. Quickly after, another stall flushed and one of the tweens walked in. 

Riley and Sammy chatted while behind the lifeguard, who seemed stiff. Suddenly, an eggy odor pierced the nose of the two girls. The blonde now had a red face, and her need had been given away by a silent fart that had slipped out.

Riley laughed and said under her breath, “Guess she needs a shit.” Sammy laughed along, but her stomach churned as it too knew it needed some relief. Her friend’s reaction cemented to Sammy that she had to relieve herself discreetly, Riley was sure to laugh at her as well.

Now of course, Riley wasn’t judgemental like that. But Sammy didn’t know that for sure, and it wasn’t worth the risk. 

Wet farts and plops sounded from many of the stalls, the effect of park food on the tourists, and the middle-aged woman seemed to need a poo as well as a squeaky fart sounded from her stall.

The tween was out quickly and replaced by her friend. “Tell Mom I’ll be a sec,” she said and took over the stall of her sister.

Unfortunately for the lifeguard, the girl also needed a poop. The symphony of farts and poops seemed to take a toll on the worker, who was now moving her thighs in place. 

Sammy felt a pressure in her stomach and needed a fart badly as well, but she could only hold back.

After around a minute, a flush was heard from a stall that had been occupied when the two arrived. Another lifeguard exited the stall, she was a bit shorter than the blonde, with black hair and seemed to be of Hispanic heritage. 

She smiled at her co-worker and said, “Isn’t your break almost over?” 

The blonde headed towards the stall and said, “Yes, thanks to you asshole.” 

The two chuckled as the blonde quickly pulled down her shorts and released a long fart. A loud plop soon followed, and then a flush out of the stall next to hers. 

A pregnant woman, who had black dreads, was very tall, almost like a basketball player and was wearing a bikini, exited.

Sammy and Riley looked at each other and Sammy said, “You go first.” In hopes that if Riley left the bathroom she’d be able to make a quick deposit.

“Good,” Riley replied, bobbing in place. “That large soda took a toll on me.” 
She hurried into the stall, and just as she shut it the middle-school girl exited her stall. 

Sammy quickly entered it, and was happy that it was the one on the end, faraway from Riley. 

She pulled her bikini shorts down and sat on the warm bowl. A steady stream gushed out, she had also consumed a large soda. Sammy felt a pressure in her abdomen and decided to let it rip, her friend wouldn’t be able to pick her fart apart from the other girls.

It was fairly quiet, sounding like a puff of air. The second one was a little louder, but still airy. She looked under the stall and saw that Riley was exiting her toilet.

“Nice,” Sammy thought. “She’ll leave and I can poop.”
The stream slowed to a trickle, and then it died down.
Sammy looked under her stall, but she saw Riley’s camo flip-flops still posted by the sinks. Fuck, her friend was waiting for her. Sammy would have to hold it.

She quickly wiped, flushed and exited.
Riley smiled as the girl went to wash her hands. “I waited for ya!”

“Appreciate it,” Sammy lied through her teeth. As she scrubbed her hands she heard two more plops coming from the stall of the lifeguard and a dry fart exit the stall of the brown-haired woman. 

Sammy was envious.

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I’m so glad you’re back! And with such a great new chapter too! Your writing always pushes the right buttons for me, and your prose seems straightforward and erotic because of that. It’s so voyeuristic because your style is blatant and transparent with the reader, and yet the actual content is full of private embarrassments and humiliations… you make it seem like we’re hearing such guarded secrets of embarrassing bathroom breaks, and it’s so erotic! Amazing job as usual, and I can’t wait for the next chapter :)

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I appreciate the heck out of the nice comments and reviews! Glad people enjoy this! Here is the second part of the water park saga, and there will be one more to follow.

 

The once dry farts Sammy had released had given way to soft, wet ones. They were great for sneaking out around her sister and two friends, but they were dangerous. Not to mention smelly. 

While in line for a ride, she cut a super quiet but wet and foul-smelling one. It had a spice to it, and Natalie was quick to joke “Damn, who cut the cheese.” The three others laughed, but Sammy knew it was growing into a more urgent matter. 

She used the opportunity of being alone in the water tubes to continue to relieve the pressure. Using the double-seated inner tubes was a different story. Sammy was tall, so she was also the heaviest one, which meant she often had to be in the back. This caused her butt to be pointed directly to the girl riding with her, who was more often than not Riley. 

Sammy did a good job holding back for the most part, but a semi-loud and wet fart shot out at one point. It sounded like a small pop sound, but Riley didn’t seem to notice over the noise of the park, but it made Sammy blush nonetheless.

After some time riding some slides, Natalie said “I’m starving, let’s grab like a pretzel or something.” The others agreed, but Sammy only did so to avoid suspicion. Any more food was not what she needed at the moment, and her tummy gurgled as if to warn her of that. 

As they made their way over to the snack stand, Sammy felt a rush of poop head towards the exit. She stopped and stiffly stood in place to hold it back, clambing her buttcheeks tightly.  It was practically now or never. 

“I’m just gonna run to the restroom real quick,” Sammy said quickly. But right on cue Riley said, “Oh, I need to go as well. I’ll come with.”

Sammy couldn’t think of a reason to tell her friend to not come, she couldn’t just say “No don’t, I’m about to shit my brains out.” So she just smiled and nodded, and once again the two headed over to the women’s restroom. 

Riley once again had no idea she was being such an obstacle to her friend, being in the water all day made her feel a definite urge to pee. And while, again, she normally would just go in the pools, Sammy had suggested a bathroom break at the perfect time. 

As they approached the door a lifeguard came hustling over from her stand. She was a short, blonde college student. Slightly on the heavy side, she had a great body that most of the young guys loved to check out while on duty. 

As the trio walked in they once again came upon a set of occupied stalls. It was a Thursday night, so the crowd had a pretty steady pace, but luckily there was no line. 

The lifeguard immediately crossed her legs and clenched while she waited, and Sammy unintentionally took the same posture to avoid a slip. 

Riley, who was usually quiet about bathroom habits, looked at Sammy and said “Something about all this water really makes the bladder fill huh.”
Sammy laughed and nodded in agreement, but she stayed silent. She needed to focus on not ruining her bathing suit. Luckily, it seemed like Riley was right. Intense pee streams echoed out of the stalls, but no one seemed to be going for a number two. 

A stall flushed and a teenage girl with brightly dyed pink hair stepped out. She saw the lifeguard standing there and said “Oh good. Hey, the toilet paper is all out in the stall, could you replace it?”

The blonde bobbed in place before saying “Oh, y-yeah no problem. Thanks for letting me know.” She quickly headed over to the sinks and bent down to grab a roll from under the faucets, but when she did a loud, zipper-like fart shot out of the girl. It was a long fart, and one would have to be deaf not to hear it. The pink-haired girl, who had been washing her hand, covered her mouth in a failed attempt to stifle a giggle, causing the lifeguard to turn a bright red. 

Meanwhile, Sammy’s stomach continued to churn as another fart approached. The open toilet stared mockingly at her, but she couldn’t use it as this visit would need a lot of TP.

Just then a woman in her 50s exited her stall. Riley, who had been blabbing about something Sammy didn’t hear, started towards it. 

“W-wait,” Sammy said, more snappy than she meant. “Can I go first?” She asked with a slight grimace on her face. Riley just smiled and said “Oh yeah, of course!”
Sammy was more than embarrassed to have to say that, but she couldn’t risk waiting for another open toilet. 

She hobbled into the stall, just as the lifeguard quickly entered her stall. In perfect unison, the two slammed and locked their doors. The lifeguard quickly started to strip out of her uniform, simply placing the roll on top of the holder, while Sammy quickly tore down her bikini shorts. 

Sammy sat down first, and a loud, moaning sounding wet fart painted the bowl within seconds .

A wet fart slipped out of the lifeguard as she pulled her uniform over her butt, causing a small stain on it. She slammed down and blasted a bout of watery poop into the water. 

Sammy tried to hold back a bit, but each diarrhea blast made a squelch noise, and plenty of small farts accompanied it. She had gotten spicy nuggets for dinner, and it created a small burn that caused her to moan slightly, making her blush. 

As this happened, the stall next to Sammy became free and Riley walked in. 

Sammy continued to drop mushy loads as she heard her friend pee a steady stream for 30 seconds before she started pulling toilet paper. 

Meanwhile, the lifeguard was basically just peeing out of her butt. Occasionally, a fart would sneak out with it. 

Both girls had been seconds from disaster. 

Riley flushed and after washing her hands said, “Hey Sammy, I’m just gonna head back out to the snack bar.”

Sammy’s butt responded with a loud, drier-sounding fart before she said, “K, be out in a second.”

With her friend gone, Sammy bore down and released a machine-gun sounding fart that had been held back. She dropped one more small, spicy load and finally felt empty. 

The lifeguard had started wiping as Sammy began to clean herself, she flushed, the bowl luckily getting rid of all evidence, and she exited. 

The whole time Sammy washed her hands the lifeguard continued to wipe, using much of the toilet paper she had brought in.

Sammy joined the girls at a table they had reserved as they chowed down on chips and other snacks. She smiled at Riley and said, “Sorry ‘bout that.”
Riley just laughed and said “Yeah, no worries.”

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Becca slowly opened her eyes, confused for a second about where she was. As her eyes adjusted to the semi-light bedroom she remembered that she was in the water park hotel. 

She looked over to see an empty spot in the bed where Natalie had slept, and hearing the shower running must mean her friend had gotten to the bathroom first. 

A pressure in her bladder gave her mild annoyance at that fact. Becca was often very desperate to pee when she woke up. It was odd, she never had trouble holding it during the day, but if she didn’t get to a bathroom soon in the morning there could be trouble.

She sat up slightly and crossed her legs to relieve a bit of pressure, and looked over to see Sammy and Riley both on their phones, still in their pajamas. 

Noticing she was awake, Sammy smiled and said, “Morning!” 

“Morning,” Becca replied back sleepily. “I guess Nat got first dibs on the bathroom.”
“Sure did,” Sammy answered. “And sorry to tell you, but Riley and I have second and third dibs.”

“Fuck,” Becca thought to herself. Her bladder throbbed in response. The girl wasn’t necessarily shy about her bathroom habits, but she didn’t like announcing them either. Although she liked showing some poise in her life, and squirming and asking to jump ahead just to pee was a bit embarrassing. Not to mention there was an impending second need.

Because of all of the rush yesterday, Becca had simply never pooped. She felt a slight urge when they got back to the room, but they had all crashed so quickly that she never went. Again, she wasn’t too picky about bathroom habits, but announcing her need to cut ahead to take a dump was even more embarrassing. 

But as the three girls all kept busy on their phones, she felt a pressure in her abdomen grow. 

After about 10 minutes the shower stopped, and soon after Natalie came out of the bathroom with a towel around her head. 

“Alright, I’ll try to be quick so we can hurry to the park,” Sammy said as she hurried into the toilet. 

Natalie started talking to her friend, but Becca was distracted as a loud pee stream erupted from the bathroom as Sammy took care of her early morning need. She squirmed a bit and clambed her legs together even tighter as her bladder begged for relief. The pee urge seemed to make her more serious urge worse, and a gas bubble made her stomach growl as she held back a fart. 

Another stomach churn and a second forced back toot let Becca know she was going to have to think of a Plan B. An idea popped into her head.

“Ugh,” she said, grabbing her head. “I got a pounding headache.” 

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Becca I don’t think I brought any Advil,” Natalie replied. She got up and started digging through her small suitcase.
“Please God,” Becca thought to herself. “Do not let her find any.”

“Yeah I didn’t bring any either,” Riley said sympathetically.
“That’s cool,” Becca replied. “I’ll just run down to the lobby and buy some,” she said already throwing on her shoes. 

She quickly put them on and grabbed the key card. “BRB,” she said, hurrying out of the door. She sped walked down the hall to the elevator and hit the button with the down arrow. She did a small dance as her pee urge grew worse. “Come on, come on,” she quietly said to herself.
A small ding was heard and the elevator finally arrived. She got in and hit the lobby button, then started smashing the close door button.

The doors slowly slid closed and she started moving downwards. Another gas bubble rumbled in her stomach, she let it rip. It was long and rumbly sounding, surprisingly dry. Immediately after, the elevator stopped. It was picking up people from the second floor.

“Oh, great,” Becca thought as her rancid fart hung heavy in the air. The doors slid open and a young couple in their swimsuits entered. They were having a conversation about some crap Becca didn’t care about when all of the sudden they both stopped talking. Becca could only blush as the smell filed their noses. 

The doors slid open and the couple hurried out into the lobby, whispering to each other. Becca, still red in the face, hurried towards the lobby toilets. 

As she did, a woman wearing the hotel uniform got up from the front desk and said to her co-worker. “I’m going for my break.” He nodded and she headed straight towards the restrooms. 

Jane was in her early-20s, wearing bright red lipstick and had light brown hair with light blonde streaks in it. She was tall, and quick skinny. 

Becca and Jane met at the door and they smiled shyly at each other. They both entered a large room with about six empty stalls. Jane headed straight towards the last stall, so Becca decided to take the first one to put as much distance as possible. 

Becca entered the stall and the sight of the toilet caused her bladder to spasm, and a small spurt quickly escaped, putting a small stain on her green underwear.

The two girls slammed their doors and Becca pulled down her fuzzy, striped pajama pants while Jane hiked up her work skirt and pulled down her leggings and panties.

Becca immediately released a torrent of pee, and she sighed heavily. She felt a fart coming, and that’s when she felt very self-conscious. For some reason there was no lobby music playing, and the toilets were quite secluded from the main entrance. As a result, it was as quiet as can be in that bathroom. 

She held back her gas as her stomach gurgled. She grew red in the face once again as she could only faintly hear Jane’s small steam over her loud one. 

Becca’s pee went on for around a minute, and as it died down she decided to wait for the worker to leave to take care of her more urgent business. 

But as the last dribbles came out, neither girl made a sound. 

Becca sat there squirming for a few minutes, and unbeknownst to her, Jane was playing a similar game. 

“Of course, right when I take my poop break some fucking guest is taking her good old time in here,” she thought. 

Around the four minute mark it started becoming torture for both girls. Becca continually had to clench her cheeks to prevent any gas from sneaking out, and Jane was doing some similar clenching to prevent the large log from slipping out. 

Just then someone entered the bathroom. Both girls jumped at the sudden noise, and the woman entered the stall in the middle and sat down. A decent stream started, and ended fairly quick as the woman was not desperate. She flushed, exited and was at the sinks in about 45 seconds. She washed her hands, and then the hand dryer loudly started. 

Becca smiled, that would block any noises, she thought to herself. 

A loud, bassy wet fart erupted in the toilet bowl. A crackling sound emerged and two large logs plopped into the water below.

Jane was having a similar orchestra on her side, but in reverse. A very large log plopped into the water, splashing water on her butt, before a second large one followed.

But then the dryer suddenly stopped, and both girls got caught red-handed. Becca had just started dropping a third log, which plopped loudly into the water. Her load was extra big today as she had skipped yesterday. 

Jane released a firecracker sounding fart into the toilet right when it went quiet. Both girls both grew red as a tomato. But, they both had a “screw it” mentality now. 

Becca cut a small, gas-leaky sounding fart before dropping two small nuggets that *plinked* in the water.
Jane dropped three or four smaller logs, all which made quite the splash. 

Becca started wiping first, and Jane decided to wait the girl out. They had heard each other making some gross sounds, but they didn’t need to see each other afterwards. 

As Becca flushed, several skid marks stayed on the bowl. She quickly exited, washed her hands and hurried back to the elevators. She could only hope neither girl asked where the medicine was. 

The girls went home that night after a day of water park fun. Sammy had held in a second load the car ride home and quickly blew up the bathroom right when she and her sister arrived home. Becca, having only pooped once in the last two days, also hurried to the guest bathroom, her desired spot, to release a gassy, second load.


Riley and Natalie had pooped that morning before their shower, but the greasy park food had affected them requiring a second visit for each. Riley was happy to be blowing up her own private bathroom in her room, and Natalie made sure to plug her nose as she quickly took over after Sammy had dirtied the bowl.

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Great chapter! I was hoping we’d see Becca get to drop off her load before the water park saga ended! I enjoy the variety you always give us with character’s using the bathroom… it never feels the same, some have different pooping habits, some have different types of dumps, some have different ways of displaying their needs. I know it seems minor, but these sorts of things make a HUGE difference. Once again, thank you for posting!

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Hope everyone had a great 2022 and has an awesome 2023! Here's to a new year filled with girls who are urgent for an embarrassing dump!

Back in the dorm, unknown to Riley, Sammy did need a bathroom visit. Quite urgently. She hadn’t peed since she woke up nearly 10 hours ago. But even more so, a feeling in her stomach warned her that a more pressing matter was on the way. 

Sammy knew that it was going to be a long year if she couldn’t suck it up and just poop, even if Riley was going to be able to hear every sound and smell every product. 

But she also wouldn’t be lying if she said she didn’t wish that Riley would bite the bullet and blow it up first. 

As the two talked about the upcoming semester, her pressure grew. She even cut one or two warm, quiet farts that didn’t smell but were getting more urgent. 

“Well, we need to meet in the lounge in like 10 minutes for our meeting,” Riley said. “I’m gonna use the restroom real quick then we can go.” 

“Yes!” Sammy thought to herself. “Maybe she needs a dump, then I can just add on and no one will feel awkward.” 

“Sounds good!” Sammy replied with a smile. 

Sammy listened as Riley walked in and shut the door. The lock made a click noise, and she heard the toilet lid being pulled up as the pants came down. 

A solid pee stream started, and it made Sammy squirm as her pee need was just about as urgent if not more so than her poop need. 

That stream continued on for about 40 seconds and then it died to a trickle before Riley started pulling toilet paper. 

A flush was then heard. 

“Fuck,” Sammy thought. “Guess it’s gonna be an awkward visit for me.” 

Riley exited and Sammy, slightly red in the face, said “I’m gonna go too.”
“Okay!” Riley replied, flopping on her bed and going on her phone. 

Sammy walked in, shut and locked the door. She pulled down her jean shorts and green panties, plopping on the toilet that was still refilling from Riley’s flush. 

A hard pee stream immediately started, and it echoed through the bathroom. As it went a soft fart shot out of her, and another gas bubble popped up in her stomach. 

The next toot shot out of her, this one squeakier and louder. Riley would have heard, but the toilet was still filling and the urine stream was still crazy loud.

She continued to empty her bladder for about a minute before it died out. A log slowly emerged from her and landed with a loud plop in the water.

It was quite an easy poo for Sammy as two more smaller logs plinked into the water. She pushed to get the last remains out, and a second squeaky fart echoed in the bowl.

She blushed as Riley surely heard that one. She let out a small grunt as a few smaller pieces were pushed out, and then she was down.

It had been a pretty quick and easy poop, but the smell was quite potent. 

She started wiping, which required a good amount of paper, and then flushed. Luckily, the powerful flush meant that there was an absence of skid marks. 

She exited and went to the sink to wash her hand. While she did so she started to smell her poop linger into the bedroom, so she quickly went into the bathroom and used the air freshener to spray, blushing while she did so.

But Riley didn’t react to this, simply saying “Alright, let’s head out.” Once Sammy was done spraying. 

The two headed out on a short walk to their floor lounge, which was a small room with a couch, two chairs, a small table in the middle, and a closed door that led to, well the girls didn’t know yet. 

Around 15 or so other girls were spread out throughout the room, some on the couches but most either leaning against the wall or sitting on the floor. 

Riley and Sammy plopped down next to a black girl with curly black hair and a white girl with dyed short pink hair. 

More girls started pouring in as Sammy and Riley chatted, and after about ten or so minutes the room was filled with about 30 chicks. 

Just then Sydney and Brie came rushing into the room. One look at Brie, and anyone could decipher how badly she needed to pee. She was squirming as they hurried into the room, and when she sat down she instantly shoved both her hands into her crotch. Her face screamed desperation. 

Brie hadn’t peed since first thing in the morning, 6am to be precise. Being the RA’s roommate meant she had to help set up, meet the residents, and just follow Sydney around all day like a dog. 

She had asked Sydney several times for a bathroom break, but her roommate always said there would be free time soon to do so. She guiltied Brie into staying with her because “I need you,” but now she just wish she had abandoned Sydney to release nearly 12 hours worth of pent up pee. 

Sydney was doing a much better job keeping composed, her hobby helped her with that. She liked to race go-karts, she had since she was about six or seven. Plenty of days had been spent with hours upon hours in a car without a break for either need. 

She remembers several times where she waited in a long line with other girls, squirming for a pee or poop, and just making it. 

Sydney currently had both urges pressing against her. She also had a nice morning pee, but plenty of water made her need a pee so bad. And the sandwiches provided by the housing committee had worked their way through her, and she felt the cramps in her stomach getting more urgent. 

She simply hadn’t found time for a comfort break, and here she was, with just this meeting separating her from relief. 

She squirmed slightly, her butt clenched just a bit, as she put on her best smile and proceeded to introduce herself, Brie (who simply faked a smile and waved with one hand while having the other still firmly pressed against her privates), and go through the rules and procedures of the floor. 

As she talked she felt a fart nearing the exit, and she had to straighten up to help rein it back in. Most of the rules were simple, she explained how it was a girls-only floor but boys were allowed as guests, what they can and can not have in their room, all that good stuff. 

“And of course you all have your own private bathrooms,” she said. The word bathrooms had caused her and Brie to shift uncomfortably. “They get cleaned every Tuesday morning, of course please try not to leave it a disaster for our housing staff. They work very hard.”

Talking about the subject only made matters worse for the two girls. A spurt of pee had shot out of Brie, who gasped and quickly shoved her other hand into her crotch. An intense gas bubble had manifested in Sydney’s stomach, causing a silent, slightly hissy fart to escape. 

“Um,” she said, ignoring the meaty smell that had appeared. “We also have a small bathroom in here.”

She walked over and opened the mystery door, revealing a small room with a toilet and a sink. 

“This is just in case your roommate is in the bathroom and you need to use it.”

She bobbed in place as the white porcelain throne mocked her, her stomach gurgled and a jet of pee had slightly stained her panties. 

“Hey Syd,” Brie said interrupting and quickly standing up. “I’m just gonna demonstrate how the bathroom works,” she added with a small chuckle. 

A few of the girls laughed as Brie hobbled over and quickly slammed the door shut. Everyone listened as they heard the lid being slammed up, and then a water gun of pee shot into the toilet.

Some other girls started laughing slightly, and Brie let out a small moan on the inside. 

Brie didn’t mind if people heard her pee, pooping was a different story, but she could pretty much pee anywhere anytime. A small room with a room full of girls just outside? Sure thing. 

This pee felt practically orgasmic as the noise sounded like a water fountain. This was torture to Sydney, and she quickly crossed her legs tightly. 

She knew she wasn’t going to make it through this meeting with dry, or maybe even clean, panties. She needed to get in after Brie.

“Okay,” she said, trying to disguise any strain in her voice. “Why don’t we play an icebreaker? Match up with three people next to you. Learn one fun fact about each other and then we’ll share in about five or so minutes.”

The room erupted with sound, covering up the intense stream coming from inside the bathroom. Sydney leaned against the wall and tried to nonchalantly place a hand into her crotch. She also strategically pressed her behind on the wall.

“Please, please hurry up Brie,” she thought as she jiggled her legs.

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Love the new chapter!! What a way to start the new year! Can I just say that I really like the nonlinearity of the story? The flashbacks dispersed throughout it actually really works to help to flesh out the new characters that you introduce. Like Natalie, who was a new character, got her own flashback before her desperation debut. The same happened with Sammy. Great job with those!!

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On the inside of the tiny bathroom, Brie couldn’t help but have her mouth agape as her pent up liquid continued to pour out of her. 

She usually would feel bad for Sydney, both of them desperately needed this seat, but the fact that the girl had seemingly made her hold it just because she was too needed to go was, well dumb. 

All day it was “Hey, I have to go just as bad,” and “We will both get to go soon.”

Plus doing this in front of all these residents was lowkey embarrassing, so she was fine taking her good old time. 

Her stream died down to a trickle, and Brie took the opportunity to finally go through her message and other social media apps. 

Outside, the floor full of girls all got to know each other. Some awkwardly, some more boldly, but no one was having a struggle like Sydney was. 

She tried to act casual by just going on her phone while occasionally looking up and smiling, but a war was going on inside of her. 

Her need to pee was at a breaking point, and her more secretive need wasn’t going much better. 

She had resorted to releasing wave after wave of silent but smelly farts. With this many girls around, no one could pin it on her. 

But plenty of girls could certainly smell it. “Did someone not put on deodorant,” one incorrectly thought to herself. “Who let one rip,” another more accurately thought. 

Being so close to the door, she could hear that Brie was done. But of course, no toilet paper had been pulled yet. 

“Fuck, does she also need a poo?” Sydney thought. 

Sydney was already mortified that she was about to blow up this toilet in front of all her residents. Hopefully the talking would disguise any uncomfortable noises, and she could easily shut the door to prevent any smells. But the length of the visit was sure to do her in. 

She wanted to run off to her own bathroom in her and Brie’s room, but the Hall Director was probably going around to make sure all the RAs were doing their job. He wasn’t the nicest guy and could easily write her up for leaving a meeting unsupervised. 

The only other time she remembers being so pressed for both needs was at one of her last go kart races a few years ago. 

It was her family’s hobby, her grandpa had done it professionally. Her mom and aunt had done it more as a hobby, and Sydney and her sister mostly did it for that as well.

They competed in ameture meets, spending long days and nights at the tracks. She remembers being as young as four or five and seeing her older sister finish a race only to just run off to the toilets. 

You could be in those karts for hours and hours, and your pit crew provided plenty of water to keep you hydrated and alert in the blazing sun and kart.

After every race, almost everyone needed a pee. It was like a tradition to hear a waterfall out of the toilets near the exit. 

But, of course the urgent need always reared its ugly head at times. 

Sydney remembers being a young teen and her older sister, Christina, had just come in third place at a tournament. Placing meant lots of pictures with the second and first place finishers, getting recognized and sometimes even doing an interview or two for the local paper or news station.

Those three racers were usually the last on a toilet, and it had been about 15 minutes when Christina came over to the family.

Sydney’s sister was short, about 5”4 with most of that height coming from her long legs. She had curly brown hair, and chubby cheeks despite being a little on the skinny side. Her butt was a pretty normal one, but she had a nice pair of boobs. 

Her mom and dad gushed over her, but Sydney couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable she looked. Her face was more of a grimace than one of excitement. 

“Come on, I want a family picture with the trophy,” her mom said happily. 

“Mom, come on, it's just third place,” Christina said while bobbing up and down. “I’ve had way better finishes.”
“Now now, just one please?” 

Christina nodded and the four of them got close, and that’s when Sydney heard a loud, rumbly, sputtery fart cut through the air. 

She quickly looked over to her sister who continued smiling brightly, no indication she had just ripped one. Her parents seemed just as oblivious, and for a second Sydney thought maybe she had just imagined it. 

“Okay,” Christina said after the final picture was taken. “I’m gonna nip to the toilets” She bounced in place a bit and handed the trophy to her mom. 

She hurried over towards the toilets, joining the racers who had finished in first and second. 

Sydney noticed that her sister got to the queue quite quickly, and the weird shuffle she did to get there told her that what she heard earlier was indeed a fart, a pre-poop one it seemed. 

Sydney kind of needed a pee, and with a long trip home she figured she might have well join her sis. 

She got over there and immediately noticed a sour smell. Christina had probably ripped on on the walk over, desperate for some relief. 

Christina and Kelly, the one who had finished in second, both had their light tightly crossed while the first place winner, Kiersten, looked perfectly fine.

Kelly was a hispanic girl with super curly light brown hair. She had thick eyebrows and was kind of built like a green bean. Tall and stocky, with an average set of breasts and butt. 

Kiersten was about the same height as Christina, but she was a little more on the heavy side. She had a plump rear end and wide hips, and her hair was originally brown but had been dyed brown. She wore it down to her shoulders. 

Sydney listened as the girls mostly just discussed the race, compliments on each other’s techniques and the such, as about 12 or so girls in front of them worked through the toilets. One or two spectators were mixed in, but it was mostly the racers. 

It wasn’t the fastest moving line, what with the process to take off the race suit combined with the odd pooper. No one looked particularly of dire need besides Christinia and Kelly, who just looked uncomfortable.

Finally Kelly brought up the topic everyone had on their mind.

“Crazy how there’s only one bathroom,” she said with a nervous laugh. “They know that after four hours on the track that everyone will need it.”

“For real, the drivers should have their own facilities or something,” Christina replied, shifting her weight uncomfortably. 

The conversation quickly moved on to something else, none of the girls were eager to continue that embarrassing convo, but Sydney noticed that Kiersten seemed to stiffen as they talked about the toilets.

Sometimes there was a foul smell, but it went unmentioned as who knows who it was or if it came from a fart or from the bathroom.

The line moved along, Christina continued to clench her cheeks and move around while Kelly couldn’t keep still, dancing around and rubbing her thighs together occasionally. It seemed like she was only desperate for a pee.

Kiersten seemed to be okay, she didn’t really show the need for an urge one way or another, but as they got closer to the toilets she did seem to get quiet. 

The fart-like smell got worse. Christina seemed to get more red in the face, and she could only hope no one was paying too close to where that smell was emanating from. 

As they neared the entrance, a tight, squeaky sounding fart shot out of Kiersten. The sound indicated that it clearly snuck through clenched cheeks, and she immediately turned a bright red color. 

Christinia and Kelly briefly stopped talking, but quickly picked back up so as to not draw attention. No one in the bathroom had even really paid attention, but Kiersten couldn’t help but feel incredibly embarrassed. 

Truth be told, Kiersten had needed a dump since she had arrived at the track. A visit to the toilet was always the first thing on her morning to-do list, but as she sleepily sat on the throne early this morning, only pee had exited. 

Of course right when they got there, she felt a pressure in her lower stomach. She didn’t love the idea of going number two in public anyways, she was naturally a gassy person and her visits were always very loud and clear to others.

Add on all the pre-race stuff she had to get done, there wasn’t much time for a visit anyways. It wasn’t too hard of a load to hold back, but she was certainly ripping a lot of ass. Luckily, the garage was loud and full of weird smells, so no one was able to really hear her as they worked on her car before game time. 

She was destroying the seat of her go kart, farting up a storm during the whole race. Loud ones, quiet ones, smelly ones. Her focus on the race made her largely forget her need for a poop, but after the excitement of the win had worn off a sharp pain in her stomach reminded her of what she hadn’t done yet.

The trophy presentation felt like it went on for years as she shifted around uncomfortably, and she quickly shoved the trophy to one of her pit crew members and said “BRB.” Racing to the toilets only to find a nice, long line. 

She was now nearing her limit, and the fart was an example of what was to come. Shortly after her slip, a fellow racer exited a stall with Kiersten next in line. 

Kiersten tried to act casual as she sped walk into the stall. The sight of a throne made her stomach gurgle, and she started undoing her tracksuit. She danced in place as she did so, her cheeks staying clenched. She kicked off the suit, and a loud, duck-sounding fart blasted out of her. 

With no time to waste, she pulled down the jeans she had on underneath and collapsed onto the toilet. 

Three loud, juicy farts quickly echoed out, all pent up from her time in line. A firm, hard log crackled and fell into the water below. A quieter, squeaky sounding fart made its way out as two harder nuggets made a loud *splash* *splash* and she hung in her head in euphoria/shame. 

It was the first time she had ever pooped at a race track. She had gone at school a few times when her morning need was a bit delayed, but that was always in between classes with no one in there. This was in a packed restroom with people she worked and raced with every weekend. She had just won the damn race, and now those she had beat could hear all her gross noises. 

Meanwhile, Christinia’s need had only increased. She was a master at holding in her farts, in her many years of life she had only ever truly slipped one once. Never fall asleep in study hall, can’t hold them back then. 

Christinia had felt the urge in the middle of the race, and by the end of the race she was praire-dogging. Luckily it was a solid poop, she was not as great at holding back a sloppier poop. But the line wait hadn’t helped things. She did her best to keep distracted, but getting close to the toilets only made it more of a pressing need.

Hearing Kiersten blow up the toilet did two things: One, it made her feel better as she wasn’t the only racer dying for a shit. Two, it made her need to go all the more. 

Kelly dragged on about something, but Christina wasn’t listening. Her log had poked out, and she couldn’t really hold it back any longer. 

Christinia was a quick pooper, heck she could get it done in the time some girls took for a pee. If the toilets were a respectable distance, she had no trouble going for a “pee” and getting a secret dump in. 

This one was going to be no exception. A mom left the stall directly next to Kirsten, who was now just peeing a strong stream after filling the bowl. 

“Nice, your turn!” Kelly said with a smile. 

Christina blushed slightly and nodded, heading into the stall and closing it. Having been insanely desperate for a post-race pee a few times before, she had become an expert at ripping her suit off. She got it off, undid the belt on her jeans and the log began to slip out before she was even fully seated.

The loud plop of her first log was quickly followed by two medium-sized ones. She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as the pressure in her stomach was erased. A small nugget fell out, and her more serious need was already satisfied. A heavy pee stream then began.

Sydney and Kelly listened to this show quietly as the former jiggled in place. 

“Oh, I do hope they hurry this up,” Kelly said with a laugh. “I need a pee so bad.”

Sydney smiled and nodded before saying “Yeah, me too. But hey, when a girl needs a poo.”

Kelly let out a loud laugh and nodded. “More like when two girls need a poo.” The two laughed loudly again. 

Kiersten and Christina could hear the conversation, and both blushed as they started to wipe up.

They flushed and exited at about the same time, both going to the sinks without glancing at the two girls.

Kelly and Sydney headed to the stalls, and Kelly with a cheeky smile quipped, “Hope it doesn’t smell too bad in her,” she said with a wave of her nose. 

Sydney went into Kiersten’s stall while Kelly took Christina’s. Both stalls had a heavy poop smell to them, not unbearable but enough for a girl to want to be out quicker than normal.

Kelly saw several skid marks around the bowl that the logs had left while Sydney saw that Kiersten had left a clean toilet.

Sydney pulled down her sweatpants and a quiet stream started while Kelly undid her suit and sat down. Her pee stream, like every racer’s, was loud and heavy.

As Sydney sat there she smiled and thought, “Glad I’ve never done a poo at the race track.”

Little did she know….

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This chapter is phenomenal, and once again I think a lot of the best parts stem from how immersive the story feels. Kiersten and Christina feel fully fleshed out, with realistic reactions to their predicaments, even though they’re just in one chapter. Plus, there’s a lot of suspense; you only get Christina’s and Kiersten’s perspectives later, until after Syndey has described the foul smell coming from her sister’s butt or noticed how stiff Kiersten is standing and it’s this slow realization of “oh wait these girls really have to poop!” that makes it so immersive! Well done as always!!

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A few years down the line, Sydney was a moderately successful go-kart racer. Her sister had, of course, moved on when she went on to college. And Sydney had intentions to do the same, so she was just trying to soak in these last few months in between her senior year and her first week of college. 

She had fun doing these every weekend, she had made friends and lots of memories, but it was just so time-consuming. She often spent entire Saturdays at the track, and some Friday nights were sacrificed as well. 

Of course this also meant plenty of them away from a nice and private bathroom like she enjoyed, and the track toilets were not the most pleasant to use. 

It was impossible not to use them for a piss, you were there for 6 to 8 hour days and constantly consuming liquids like Gatorade and water. 

Sydney didn’t like using them, but not going for a pre-race pee would make for a torturous couple of hours. And she often had to go for a trip to the toilet after she finished as well, not wanting to risk dying for a pee on the car ride home.

Dealing with a more serious urge was a whole other battle. She didn’t feel those urges often, but nothing was worse than being there with a bad need for a poop. 

She only really had two experiences with that: once when her family had stopped at Burger King on the way to track in the morning and she loaded up on french toast sticks, hashbrowns and coffee. She was gassy for most of the race, releasing rumbly, bubbly farts into her cart. She felt the urge halfway through the race as her toots grew worse in smell. She managed to make it home, rushing to her upstairs toilet to unload a mushy poop. 

The other time was in one of her last races that summer.

Sydney was kind of a poop at any time of the day type of girl. Some days she would wake up with a pressure in her belly and a smelly room before dropping off her package while sleepily scrolling on her phone. 

Other days she would finish up dinner and immediately need to head upstairs for a private moment with the toilet. 

But it wasn’t uncommon for her to have a wetter poop on the morning of her races. She contributed that to nerves, even if she never actually felt too anxious. 

Sydney was cool with that, after painting her toilet bowl at home with wet, sputtery farts she would be able to spend the whole day at the track without worrying. 

This particular Saturday was a pretty normal one. It was a mid-July race, so the weather was hot and sticky. 

Sydney woke up a bit sweaty in her bed, her pink PJ shorts and green top slightly damp. As she scrolled social media on her phone she felt a small pressure in her stomach, not like a desperate need but one she would definitely need to take care of before she headed to the track. 

She wasn’t really gassy yet, but after about five minutes she decided to get ready. Heading over to the bathroom she discovered the door closed, and as she approached she heard a loud, wet-sounding machine-gun like fart blast into the toilet. 

The only culprit could be her sister Christina, which she shared the upstairs toilet with. She leaned against the wall while listening to her big sister absolutely wreck their potty. Wet, loud blasts kept sounding out before she would hear some watery poop fall into the toilet below. 

Sydney tried to give her sister time, but eventually she realized her time was limited, she had to get ready to go to the track.

She knocked on the wooden door and said “Hey Christina, I have a race this morning. Can I get in there?” 

“O-oh,” her sister stammered, obviously embarrassed that her little sis had heard all of her stinky butt noises. “Sorry, Syd. Just another minute or two.”

A low-rumbly wave of diarrhea exited her Christinia’s butt, the college girl clearly trying to push the remains out so her sister could get ready.

Finally, Sydney heard her start wiping. And after about a minute, she heard a flush. 

After washing her hands, Christina exited and quickly hurried past Sydney, not even looking at her directly as she hurried back into her room and shut the door.

Sydney could see why, the bathroom reeked of a heavy, pure poop smell. She coughed as she entered and grabbed the air freshener to try and get rid of some of the odor, but only a bit squirted out. It was empty.  

Sighing, she threw the can in the trash can and lifted up the lid. The water was a murky brown color and bits of sloppy poop were still floating in the can.
“Damn,” Sydney thought to herself. “She really had a fucked up stomach.”

She figured it was probably the trip to the local Chinese buffet the family had taken last night. Christina had brought her boyfriend along, and he had slept over before Sydney had heard him leaving when she had woken up.

She knew that she had ripped some serious stinkers in her room after dinner last night, and when she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth last night she had seen her mom exiting the bathroom. The meaty smell in the bathroom and the skidmarks in the potty told her that the food had given them all a little bit of an upset stomach. Her mom only used that toilet in an emergency, so her dad must have been occupying the one in their bedroom.

Of course, poor Christina must have had to hold in all that gas as she slept with her bf last night, and quickly hurried to the john after he had left.

Sydney pulled down her shorts exposing her tiny, pale ass (she always slept commando on those hot summer nights) and plopped down on the warm seat.

A hard, yellow stream burst out and about 10 seconds in a quiet but high-pitched toot escaped her booty.

She peed for another 40 or so seconds before a rumbly, dry fart echoed loudly in the bowl. 

As her stream died down, a giant, dry ripper shot out of her. It was long and vibrated the porcelain throne, but after she had cut it her stomach felt much better.

Sydney sat for another minute or so before she realized she didn’t need a poop, it was just gas. She stood up and shook off her shorts before turning on the shower. Blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in her bowels.

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A warm, poofy fart heated Sydney's purple briefs and her tracksuit. Ever since she had got to the track, these toots had kept coming and coming. 

At this point Sydney was truly gassy, and she was just thankful they were silent, it was hard to smell the eggy odor she was producing over all of the smells of the garage. 

The constant gurgling of her stomach told her a private potty was needed sometime soon, something she knew she wasn’t going to have access to. 

She had worked on her kart for about two hours now, and she had begun ripping serious ass about an hour in.

It was now 30 minutes until race time, and Sydney knew a pee break was necessary before it started.

She headed over to the toilets, the same ones her sister and Kiersten had destroyed all those years ago, and walked in behind a fellow racer, Zoe.

Zoe had frizzy brown hair and wore thick glasses with chubby cheeks, a very classic nerdy look to her. She had a big, flabby butt as she was a bit on the heavier side, and she had big boobs to match, though they were hidden a tad by the tracksuit.

The two gave each other a smile, they had seen each other plenty over the years but had never really talked, and walked into the toilet. 

One stall was taken by a girl furiously peeing, so Zoe went and took the second stall. Using a bit of privacy, Sydney stuck out her butt and squeezed out two silent stinkers that are utterly silent. She can continue to smell that eggy odor, but it mixes in well with the public toilet. 

She hears Zoe undo her tracksuit and sit down on the toilet, while the second girl’s stream starts to die down.

A small trickle begins out of Zoe’s stall before it begins to grow heavier and heavier, and all of a sudden a wet, duck-sounding fart that is quickly cut off echoes out of her toilet.

Sydney smiles as the girl had clearly cut a pee-fart, and then the girl in the other stall flushes and steps out. 

The skinny blonde, who is one of the newer racers, steps out and Sydney steps in.

She takes a second to undo her suit while the blonde washes her hands and heads out, and as she plops down on the seat she hears Zoe flush.

As Sydney starts peeing a hissy, smelly fart escapes silently into the bowl. Zoe steps out and turns on the sinks, and the redheaded racer’s stream gets heavier.

But a loud, airy fart shoots out of Sydney, who had relaxed for just a moment too long, before she squeezes her cheeks to stop any other intrusions. 

Her face goes red as Zoe had obviously heard her slip. 

She hears her stomach gurgle and feels a sharp pressure in her stomach, she ponders for just a moment if she could hurry and drop her poop off with no one in here.
A flurry of girls coming in for their pre-race pees tells her not to, and she quickly wipes and heads out to the track.

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Lap 50 out of 100 is right around when Sydney knew she was in a bit of trouble. 

Her gurgling stomach had only gotten worse, and while the farts continued to pop out of her, tooting wasn’t what she needed. 

A mushy load had settled in her butt, and her farts grew quieter, hotter and stinkier as the race went on. Some of them felt wet, but she didn’t have the time to check and see.

At one point a fellow racer bumped her kart while passing, causing a loud, wet sputtering fart to slip out. That one had definitely left a small stain on her panties. 

When she made pit stops, not the kind to get her relief but to fix the car up, she couldn’t help but squirm and shimmy her butt around to keep the pressure at bay. One of her helpers asked her if she was okay, and she lied “Yeah. I’m just kind of sore.”

Those quiet, eggy farts continued as the race wore on. Sitting actually helped with her urge, but she felt the need grow.

Finally, the race came to a close. Sydney finished 8th out of 25, not bad at all, and even better for her because that meant no ceremony. Just park the kart in the garage and you’re free to do whatever.

Sydney would have loved to hold it until home, but as she pulled her stall a loud, moaning like fart erupted from her and made her panties a tiny bit more damp. It was here or in her panties. 

She got out, and a warm, hissy bit of gas once again escaped out of her tracksuit. Her dad and mom started to head into the garage, and Sydney quickly said, “Gonna run to the toilets real quick,” a blush creeping up on her face as she just relieved to all ears how bad she needed the potty.

Her mom gave her a thumbs up and Sydney slipped out the back door, towards the two-stalled toilets. 

As she hurried over her butt released a small but loud “pop” of a fart before a small, squeaking one quickly followed. Speed walking only jostled her contents and made her urge worse. 

Out of the corner of her eye she saw another racer moving quickly, and she clamped her cheeks so no more embarrassing sounds could be heard. She then heard a raspy, airy fart from behind her, and she did a half-turn with her head to see a red-faced Zoe was the one making a beeline to the restrooms.

The two hurried over, but their garage spots happened to be a bit further from the toilets, so they were forced to get in a line behind two other girls, both racers. 

She could see one girl was still undoing her track suit while the other was pissing a long, furious stream. 

Sydney sighed softly, and she could hear Zoe breathing a bit heavier as well, obviously not expecting to deal with a line. 

The two girls chatted, obviously friends with each other, while the girl in the second stall quickly took off her suit and released a torrent of her urine.

Sydney’s stomach once again moaned as she bobbed in place, her tight little butt visibly clenching as she tried to hold back all those eggrolls and spicy chicken that now desperately needed out.

Zoe was standing stiff as a board as hissy, pure shit-smelling toots eked out of her closed buttocks. The girls couldn’t hear them, but they sure could smell them. And it let them know someone really needed the potty.

A girl finished up in the first stall and exited, and one of the girls, a curly chubby blonde, quickly entered. That left her friend, a black girl with her black hair dyed blonde and placed in a bun, to wait outside. Sydney had seen her at a few races before, and she was pretty sure her name was Jasmine. 

As the second peer finished up, the blonde sat down and also started a long stream, but an airy and loud fart echoed into the bowl.

Hearing hat toot made Zoe desperate, and a high-pitched squeaky fart let her know that she needed a toilet. Quickly.

The second stall flushed and Jasmine ook over, she got her suit down super fast and soon was erupting with yet another gushing pee.

Sydney still had Zoe in front of her, and a gas bubble hung heavy in her stomach, and it would be messy if it was allowed to exit.

The blonde girl’s pee died down, and so did her friend’s. The chubby girl started to wipe, but they heard nothing out of Jasmine’s stall.

The girl exited and Zoe quickly took over, releasing another rank ripper to the line as she did. 

The blonde washed her hands, and when she put on the hand dryer you heard a huge *kerplunk* come from Jasmine’s stall followed by a tight, squeaky toot.

She had tried to time it so it was hidden, but her product and fart had been way louder than expected.

“Fuck,” Sydney thought. She was going to have to outwait two poopers.
Zoe got her suit down, and as soon as she sat down a long, sputtering fart ripped out. It lasted for a solid 12 or so seconds, and it ended in a moaning type noise. It was fitting as a mushy explosion ripped out making the girl let out a moan of her own. 

Jasmine dropped two more loud-sounding logs into the water as Zoe was now shooting quick, wet farts into the bowl.

Sydney was alone in line, free to rip ass, but she couldn’t even do that. Her butt quivered as she bobbed in place, knowing the next time her cheeks separated would be disastrous. 

Jasmine gave a courtesy flush, one to ensure she didn’t clog up the drain as she dropped two more bombs into the toilet. Zoe seemed nowhere near finished as she blew low-sounding diarrhea into the toilet. 

But those last two plops seemed to be the last of Jasmine’s load as she began pulling paper. Sydney couldn’t help but literally do a small dance in place, her bum practically begging for relief.  

The girl flushed and shyly exited, but Sydney didn’t have time for politeness. She pushed the girl out of the way, ignoring the fruity poop smell the girl had left and the one large skidmark at the bottom of the bowl.

She had already unzipped a bit of her suit in line, so she quickly undid the rest and pooled it at her feet. She then pulled down her skin-tight shorts she had on underneath and her now lightly-stained panties and practically dropped onto the toilet. 

A wet, machine-gun style fart absolutely splatter the bowl with her wet shit as she couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief. 

As Jasmine started the hand dryer, Sydney let out several long, wet poo-filled farts, not even caring once the sound went away and they echoed out into the bathroom. 

Zoe was now occasionally releasing a spurt of watery poop into the bowl, she lived farther away than most of the racers and didn’t want to have an emergency on the way back home. She lives in the country, so the only place for a pit stop is a corn field.

Sydney fired off several more loud bouts of semi-soft logs into the water. She was literally shaking with relief. One last squeaky, high-pitched toot let her know she was finished. 

She began pulling TP, at almost the same time as Zoe did.

It was a messy wipe for both girls, and when Sydney flushed first the toilet almost made a groaning noise because of all the paper and poop she subjected it to. 

Sydney hurried to the sinks, determined to get out so she didn’t have to face Zoe. But the girl flushed and left her stall, a bright blush ever so present.

The two girls didn’t say a word and when they accidentally glanced at each other, they looked away just as quickly. 

Stomachs empty and in need of new underwear, Zoe and Sydney went their separate ways.

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Just when I think this story couldn’t get any hotter, you manage to outdo it with Sydney’s urgent wet poop. Your descriptive language for this chapter was fantastic, and I’m sure everyone can appreciate how much effort you put into making these scenes feel as embarrassingly real as possible. Not only that, but I really love how much content you provided for this chapter!! Like, from Sydney gassing up her cart to Christina blowing up a bowl to Jasmine taking a dump to Zoe having a bout of diarrhea… this chapter is literally one of the hottest that you’ve wrote so far and contains so many desperate girls on the pot! If I could only choose one post to read on this site over and over again, it’d be this one.

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