Nothing

Mai didn't manage to see anything, let alone think of somewhere to do it. So she had **** but to continue holding.

She began to type, trying to concentrate more on the task than on her very urgent need, thinking that this would miraculously make the pressure lessen. But it wasn't, the pressure was still there.

While she typed with one hand, with the other she squeezed as much as possible, in order to keep her poop together inside her. Many farts went out of control, each more stinky than the last, warning Mai that she didn't have much time left. It could be a matter of seconds before her body gave way and released her poop. She even considered sticking her finger into her anus to block it, but immediately ruled it out. She was ****, but not so to get to that point.

She writhed too uneasily from the constant gurgling inside her.

"Britt, please get out there quickly" thought Mai.

About a minute passed, and Mai kept writhing. She had stopped writing and was on the verge of tears. She felt like she was going to explode. The pain she felt was indescribable, she was so close and at the same time so far from relief.

Mai tried to stand up to see if Britt was already done, but in doing so, she felt her anus open and immediately ran to the bathroom. But unfortunately, Britt was still inside.

"God, please no" she thought.

Mai hurried into the courtyard, hoping that Mrs. Johnson had already left. But no, Mrs. Johnson was still tidying up her garden.

Mai didn't know what else to do. If she went there, in the yard, Mrs. Johnson would hear her and probably see her. But she couldn't think of a better place to do it.