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I don't usually go in the mornings


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For Miranda, leaving to the restroom during first period was like clockwork. Her morning routine consisted of getting dressed, brushing her teeth, and eating breakfast, but one peculiarity was that she didn't relieve herself.

"I mean, I can feel that I need to go," she explained to her friend Shauna during first period, bouncing her leg up and down, "I just don't think anything of it until later in the day."

"That's weird," Shauna replied. "When I wake up, I need to go bad."

"That's me right now," Miranda said, leaving the table and asking Ms. Richter for a bathroom pass. She sighed in frustration. "Every day, Miranda."

"Thank you, ma'am," she said sheepishly, taking the pass and leaving to the bathroom. Her morning pee always had a more powerful stream than her other bathroom visits, unless she was holding it.

The next morning was the same as the last. Wake up, brush teeth, eat breakfast, and go to school. When she felt the familiar urgency fill her belly during Ms. Richter's lesson, she immediately raised her hand and asked.

"No, you go every day in my class," was the cold response. "I'm beginning to think you're skipping."

Miranda turned a little red in the cheeks. "I'm not skipping..."

"Then I'm sure you can hold it like an adult." With that, she continued her lesson.

It's strange when your routine gets shaken up. All Miranda could think about was her tight, full bladder pulsing up against the waistband of her jeans. Her feet never stopped tapping and her legs never stopped fanning. She wiggled her butt occasionally when the need got particularly intense. After about a half hour, she raised her hand again.

"Ms. Richter, I really have to go. Can I please use the restroom?"

"I gave you your answer already, Miranda. I'd appreciate it if you stopped disrupting my class."

Great, she thought, now I just let everyone know how bad I need to go. She squeezed herself under the desk and crossed her legs, constantly fidgeting. As more and more time passed, the more her need worsened. Ten minutes to the bell, she felt dampness when she squeezed herself again. The poor girl was sweating as she squirmed around in desperation, an entire night's worth of urine stretching her bladder. Miranda felt herself leak and she immediately tensed every muscle in her lower half. This wasn't good. She was nearing her limit. She discreetly looked down and inspected the crotch of her pants, where a patch the size of a golf-ball resided. Since everyone seemed to not be paying attention to her, she began scooting back and forth and holding herself more frequently. Five minutes after that, Shauna came by to talk to her.

"I'm literally about to fucking explode right now," Miranda told her as soon as she sat down. Shauna laughed and began talking about something else, ignoring her friend's obvious desperation. She couldn't get her mind off her dire need enough to listen to the story, and when the bell rang, she immediately leapt out of her chair and rushed to the bathroom. Outside the door, she threw her book bag to the ground, but it unfortunately got stuck on the string of her hoodie. It yanked her towards the floor and she let out another spurt. With one hand squeezing between her stepping legs, she wrestled the string until it was unstuck, then she ran into a stall. She hopped around as she struggled with her belt. When she was finally able to pull down her pants, she sat down and pissed immediately. Her powerful stream pattered loudly against the porcelain bowl, and she sighed in relief. "That was way too fucking close," she muttered to herself, wiping the dampness from her underwear. "Way too fucking close." She made a mental note to pee when she woke up next time. The next morning, she of course forgot this note, and once again went to school with a heavy bladder. It was even harder to hold this time. By the end of the class period, her bladder starting to hurt and there was a noticeable wet patch on the crotch of her pants.

The only thing that reminded her to go the morning after that was because peeing was not all she needed to do. She groggily woke up to a different kind of fullness in her belly. Another part of her morning routine was laying in bed for much longer than she probably should. She always set multiple alarms to help get her up, starting earlier than she needs to wake up and ending later than she needs to leave. Today, her tiredness overruled her rather dire need to void her bowels for a long time. She kept releasing long, wet farts that were stinking up her room, so there was no way she would be able to hold it through first period. One particular fart nearly made her shit her pants, and she had to squeeze her butt with her hands to keep from doing so. Miranda groaned in discomfort. Her need was only worsening, and it soon felt like her waste was boiling inside her, churning around and begging to be let out. She writhed desperately under the covers, cradling her hurting stomach and fighting the lethargic need to lie in bed. Despite it being earlier than she would usually drag herself out of bed, she managed to crawl out and waddle to the bathroom, pinching her cheeks together to contain the immense amount of shit inside her tortured tummy. Immediately upon sitting down, she erupted diarrhea into the toilet bowl like an upside-down volcano. Miranda sighed in relief as she finally emptied herself. She could feel her tight, full belly returning to its flat, squishy state as she rid herself of the huge amount of waste she was holding for so long.

The next day, she of course, forgot to relieve herself in the morning. Shauna was absent that day, so she sat in the back and focused completely on holding her urine. During the last ten minutes, she felt like she was about to cry. It hurt like hell, especially being squeezed by the waistband of her jeans. She leaked into her pants, causing her to tense every muscle in her body. The pulsing agony she felt when she did this was awful. Miranda was barely holding on, her burning urethra threatening to fail at any moment. A couple minutes later, she leaked again. It took much longer to stop, and it was far more painful to do so. By now, there was a very noticeable stain on her crotch, thighs, and butt. She could feel warm urine puddling in the seat she was sitting in. When she spurted a third time, she had to put her head down and bite down onto her sweatshirt sleeve. The poor, desperate girl was in so much pain she couldn't stand it. When the bell rang, she shakily pulled off her sweatshirt to wrap around her waist. She almost couldn't stand up, and walking felt like daggers in her overfull bladder. She would have sprinted to the bathroom if the hallway wasn't so awfully crowded. The closer she got to the bathroom, the more urine was pushed out of her tortured bladder, staining her pants almost all the way down to her ankles. Miranda was doubled over, for standing up straight would pain her even more. When she was about five feet from the entrance to the girl's bathroom, she started leaking and couldn't stop. Golden droplets were falling from her pants as she rushed into the stall. Immediately sitting down without pulling down her pants, she exploded a gushing yellow stream into her ruined jeans. Her head fell back in immense relief and she bit her lip. Although the relief was bliss, she felt like crying from shame. She couldn't go the rest of the day like this.

She took out her phone and called Shauna, who answered almost immediately.

"Hey, where are you?" Miranda asked.
"I'm still at my house, I woke up late as shit."
"Can you, um... Can you come get me?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I'll explain later. Can you just please come here?"

When she got there, Miranda snuck quickly out of the school.

"What happened?" Shauna asked. The poor girl simply removed her sweatshirt to show her friend what happened. "Shit, alright get in. I have other pants you can use."

Miranda climbed in and skinned off her ruined jeans. "There's underwear there, too," Shauna said, "in the red bag behind you." She pulled off her red laced panties, too, revealing herself completely. She'd already been seen in wet pants, she might as well be seen like that too. Her pussy had quite a bit of hair around it, since she wasn't expecting anyone to be seeing it. Suddenly, she started squirming in the seat.

"Fuck! I still have to piss," she said, tapping her privates and wiggling her butt. "I didn't empty my bladder enough."

"You can use my bathroom, it's fine. Let's go back to my house. My parents aren't there so we can just stay home from school."

Miranda pulled on the boxers and sweatpants that were in the bag and desperately squirmed the whole way home. When they got there, she rushed to the front door and hopped from foot to foot, waiting for Shauna to unlock the door. She got her keys ready, but didn't open the door right away.

"What are you doing? I'm bursting, dude!" Miranda exclaimed.
"Can I ask you something?" Shauna asked.
"Yes, just hurry up!"
"Did you... like it?"
Miranda crossed her legs and bent over. "What, pissing myself?"
"Yeah... Did it feel good?"
She went a bit red in the face. "I-I mean, when I finally went it did, why?"
"This might seem weird, but... that's kind of my thing. Like, holding it 'till you have to go really bad. It happened to you at school so you didn't get to enjoy it, but--"
"Enjoy it?"
"It gets to the point where it feels really good. Eventually. Your bladder presses up against some kind of... I don't know, it just feels good when you're really really desperate to go."
"So what?"
"So I think you should try it."
"I've had enough of holding my pee for today, Shauna."
"Oh, please Miranda? I just want you to try it! You already have to go so bad, the waiting part is over!"
Miranda sighed. "Fine," she said, bobbing up and down with her hands between her legs. "I'll try it."

Shauna finally let her inside, where, instead of running to the toilet, she sat on the couch, cradling an overfull bladder.

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