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    Found it for ya. First clip is a short one where you can see a wet patch on the back of her dress, second clip is longer and includes the actual wetting.
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    Kez got a reaction from DarkerThanWind in Ur-in Control   
    Glad you guys like it, I shall continue :D
     
    Part Two
    11:47. Class ends at 12:30. The clock above Mr Hodges’s desk ticks along slowly. Lauren glances up at it briefly, then returns her attention to her textbook.

     I turn a page within my own book, but I’m paying no attention to the contents – rather I’m focusing on working on my plan of action. It’s not beyond my power to simply fill a bladder to bursting point at will, but I generally avoid it – it feels like cheating, and the confusion that results takes away from the experience. Rather I figure I’ll play it slow – because for all I know, Lauren might simply decide to get up and go to the bathroom at the first sign of trouble (and Mr Hodges won’t say no – you could probably just walk out of the room without a word, and he wouldn’t even notice). But as it stands, she can easily wait until the end of class. My plan is to hold off until we draw nearer to the bell (no one ever wants to have to ask to leave with only a few minutes left) – and then I can spice things up a bit.

    I consider the rest of Lauren. She seems to have skipped breakfast this morning, but had some sort of sandwich and a cup of coffee during break, the latter of which is making its way through her at a good pace. While I don’t quite have x-ray vision, I can make an educated guess judging from what her skin feels when she moves about as to what she’s wearing underneath her uniform. I guess a bra of some sort (I’m no expert), and a pair of plain cotton briefs. Our shirts aren’t the thickest of things, so when I can’t make out any darkness where her bra strap would be, I assume it’s white, and her lower garment matches.

    Another 10 minutes or so pass by, and we reach midday – halfway through class and it’s been fairly uneventful. I’ve actually being doing some work, but glance up at Lauren now and again, and she’s only at 65%. I decide now’s the time to intervene, and figure I’ll up the rate a bit. The law of conservation of mass still applies to me even if physical boundaries don’t, so I scan the room and pick out a girl called Amy close to the front, who’s under 15%. You generally don’t notice if your bladder *isn’t* filling up for quite a while, especially if it’s been emptied fairly recently. A little bit of magic work later, and whatever urine Amy’s body would produce will be going into Lauren’s instead.


     
    Five minutes pass, and Amy’s morning orange juice has put Lauren at around 70%. She’s definitely more uncomfortable – occasionally shifting uneasily in her seat, and swapping her crossed legs from time to time, but she still hasn’t said a word. I’ve abandoned classwork entirely in favour of this new venture by now. I can’t see her face, though I can feel that her facial expression is contorted in discomfort as she absently chews on the rubber end of her pencil. She tries to concentrate on the book in front of her, but seems to be finding it nearly impossible.

    12:10 approaches, and her coffee is catching up to her, bringing her close to 80%. I’ve learned that leaks most commonly start between 80 and 90%, and though I can tell that her control is excellent and she hasn’t yet lost a drop, I’m beginning to worry that I’ve been a little too eager and gone into this too quickly. We both glance up at the clock. Twenty minutes of class left, and it’s still not unreasonable for her to ask to go. She looks around for Mr Hodges, who is at the other end of the room explaining something to another student, his back to us.

    Lauren thinks for a moment, and then raises her hand into the air. The alarm bells in my head immediately go off, and I quickly try and think of a way to stop her before the teacher notices. Based on a hunch, I gather what urine I have in my own bladder (about 30%) and send it rapidly over to a girl I know as Shannon, seated near the front of the room. The sudden addition brings her up from an unnoticeable amount to near half full in a split second, and in the midst of a conversation with a friend seated next to her, she gasps and widens her eyes.

    ‘Sir!’ Shannon calls out loudly to Mr Hodges. I know that she’s not a shy girl, and wasn’t going to bother with waiting with her hand up. ‘May I go to the bathroom?’

    ‘Sure,’ Hodges replies without even turning around. Shannon quickly jumps up from her seat, giving her friend an uneasy smile, and briskly walking to the front of the room and out through the open door.

    Over to my left, Lauren quietly lowers her hand back down without a word. She doesn’t really know Shannon all that well, and seems to be uncomfortable about asking to go at the same time, and thus let everyone else in class start making assumptions. My hunch had paid off, and I let out a small sigh of relief.


     
    A few moments in silence later and Lauren is past 85%, and it’s showing. She’s sitting almost on the edge of her seat, in an obviously desperate pose with legs crossed and her back arched so far that I seriously doubt her ability to stand up straight when the time came. As the pressure continues to rise, I watch as she sets her pencil down, reaches behind her and pulls her blazer off the back of her chair, and spreads it out onto her lap, covering the front of her skirt and stretching out the end under the desk so that it drapes down over her bare knees. Her right hand returns to pick up the pencil, but it’s impossible for me to notice that she’s discretely sliding her left arm down towards her side. I take note of the sensation in her hand as she cautiously slides it beneath the blazer, and out of sight slips it beneath her skirt and into her underwear. Her fingers make their way between her tightly-crossed legs, and press down hard against her labia. I watch breathlessly with more excitement than I think I’ve ever had in my life.

     
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    Kez got a reaction from DarkerThanWind in Ur-in Control   
    I seriously hope the quality of my writing makes up for that god-awful pun of a title, but I simply couldn't pass up that wonderful opportunity. I was inspired by the recent topic in General about having the ability to control other people's need to pee, and decided to write a fic about just that.
    ATTENTION: Part 1 (this post) is literally just in excess of 1000 words of me setting the scene, and there's little to no desperation so far. Sorry! Skip ahead to part 2 for the interesting stuff (when I finish writing it)!
     
    Part 1
    It’s a cold, grey November morning, and I’m not in a good mood. So much so that I decide to void myself of my usual drowsiness entirely – dispersing it evenly throughout the other passengers on the 592 bus with me. A few yawns are made, and I’m awake – but by no means comfortable, so I decide to borrow some body heat as well. Some of the passengers shiver, and I notice a young lad a few seats ahead pull his jacket tighter around his shoulders. I feel warm, but at the same time I can do nothing about the sense of guilt that comes with knowing others are suffering at my expense. If I could take a share of some happiness from somewhere, I surely would – but my abilities are limited to the body only. The brain is off-limits.

    But that’s not to say one can’t help the other. I’m not really in the mood for anything fun this early, but I like to keep an eye on what’s going on around me, especially when I can see just about everything. I can see who’s skipped breakfast this morning, and which of the students have the cigarettes (judging by the content of their lungs). I know who’s still half asleep, who’s had too much sugar with their cereal, and who’s coffee is going straight through them. And, of course, who needs to make a visit to the bathroom.

    …Practically no one.

    The sad reality of it is that pretty much no one ever gets seriously desperate. For most, the urge to go starts when the bladder reaches about 30% of its maximum capacity, and the vast majority of people will have dealt with it before they reach halfway. Looking around the bus, I notice practically everyone is somewhere between empty and 20%. An older woman near the back is around 35% full, but she’s not really my type, and she gets off the bus a few stops before me anyway.

    The 592 pulls up at the stop outside school. I and the other students in blue and black uniform stand up and make our way to the doors, as another day that should just be like any other day begins.


     
    It’s 11:30, and the bell echoes across the yard signalling the end of our break. So far today I’ve had uneventful English and Maths classes so far, and I’m in for an uneventful Biology lesson now (ha – me, need a biology lesson?). I finish the sandwich I bought from the canteen, toss the wrapper into a nearby bin, and make my way over to the science block.

    I take my usual seat – middle row close to the back of the room with James, Ryan and Sean. The latter two are happy to spend the hour talking about the price of bacon with each other, while James and I generally keep our heads down and get on with our work. Our teacher Mr Hodges isn’t the strictest to say the least – nor is he overly concerned with what goes on in class. We’re set some task about reading about blood cells from our text books.

    Ten minutes in, and bored is an understatement for me. I look up from the textbook and take a glance around the room. Mr Hodges’s attention is occupied by something on his laptop. Most of the class is engaged in conversation, and little care is being given to the task at hand.

    I lean back in my chair and stretch my arms out. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a shuffle of movement to my left. My gaze drifts over to the tables along the wall. Seven students are at the four desks, six of which are paired and engaged in conversation. One sits quietly by herself. Her name is Lauren. She’s sitting a row ahead of me so I can’t see much, but I know from memory she’s not a bad-looking girl. She has lovely straight auburn hair that drapes down to her shoulders, and if I recall correctly she has hazel eyes and a simple pair of black glasses. She’s thin but not skinny, and has her blazer hanging on the back of her chair given the temperature in the classroom. She’s wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a short black skirt as per the uniform – but she’s not one for tights, and her legs are bare from the thighs down.

    I note that her legs are also crossed.

    It’s enough to peak my interest, and I summon up my ability see more than what the eye can take in – and find that Lauren is holding far more urine in than anyone else in the room – I guess that she’s at least 60% full.


     
    The chatter of conversation around me fades away as a rush of excitement sweeps in out of nowhere. My heart rate rises with the newfound information, and I immediately switch focus to my own breathing to try and keep calm. Then I remember I can simply make myself calm at will. I pick a random student at the other end of the room – Daniel – and send some of my adrenaline his way. He looks up in surprise, wondering why he has suddenly become so excited about the textbook page on mitochondria, looks around uncertainly, shrugs, and returns to reading.

    As my heart rate slows, I turn my attention back to Lauren. My first thought is to try and figure out why she’s gotten herself into this position. For sure she has known about her need long before this class started, and we just had a fifteen minute break – why didn’t she go to the bathroom then? I realise that I simply don’t know. Mind-reading is a skill I have yet to master, and try as I like, what goes on inside her head is out of my reach.

    So I move on to the next question – what do I do? I know from years of experience that 60% isn’t that big an issue, and Lauren is likely to easily hold on until dinnertime without any real cause for concern… unless I intervene. And I most certainly have the ability to, and the desire to. I take a very brief moment to contemplate whether I should. Well, Lauren surely knew what she was getting herself into by waiting. She couldn’t know whether or not she would be able to hang on until the end of class.

    So I decide to make things interesting.

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    Kez got a reaction from WiiGuy86 in Ur-in Control   
    That title is going to haunt me for years to come I apologise for the wait, but the next part is here!
    (side note: the character I refer to as 'Josh' at the end of the last part should be 'James' - fixed that from now on)
     
    Part Four
    ‘You’ve been very quiet this lesson,’ James says in a light, pretending-to-be-suspicious tone.
    ‘Bored,’ I lie. I’m the polar opposite of bored.
    ‘Same,’ he shrugs. ‘Only ten minutes left though.’
    More accurately, seven. Once James is no long paying attention to me, I return my gaze over to Lauren, still in the same slightly bent forward position with her legs spread slightly. I’m still in amazement that she’s chosen to pee in her pad rather than ask to leave ten minutes early, but nonetheless it seems to have helped. Her bladder has dropped back down to under 90%, and it might just be enough to help her avoid an accident. Or perhaps not, I consider. Now that the seal is broken, her already weakened pelvic muscles are under even more pressure, and not being able to cross her legs lest she squeeze out the pad’s contents all over herself is no help. I notice that she has stopped releasing intentionally – probably concerned that her protection is nearing full capacity.
    A minute or so after her last short release, I notice her left hand slipping beneath the blazer on her lap once again, and I focus my concentration upon what her fingertips encounter. They slip beneath the waist of her skirt, but stay on the outside of her underwear this time. Cotton, for sure. Her hand trails down gently along the crotch of her panties, trying to feel for any wetness on the fabric. Still dry, as far as she can tell. Underneath, the bulge of the pad is obvious around her privates, and the warmth of her urine is definitely noticeable even from the outside. It’s not a light pad either – I’m not overly experienced with pads, and I want to say maxi, but it’s nowhere near her time of the month so I’m not completely sure.
     
     
    Six minutes. I’m starting to think ahead, as to what’s going to happen when the bell rings. It’s the last Thursday of the month, and the canteen is going to have one of their specials on offer, which means everyone’s going to head straight there. There’s a small bathroom a little ways down the hall, which Lauren is most likely going to head straight for, and find it practically empty.
    Unless I can do something about it. I need to make a queue.
    It’s pretty straightforward, though it requires a bit of concentration. There are about twelve girls in the class and about fifteen boys. All I have to do is drip-feed from the boys’ bladders into the girls over the next five minutes. It’s going to put a few of them over half full – nothing to be seriously worried about, but with any luck they’ll be pressured into heading for the bathroom first before walking across the yard to the canteen. No problem guys – I’ve just given you first dibs on dinner. Sorry ladies!
    I get to work. In the midst of routing various streams of urine every which way across the classroom, I glance back over at Lauren. She’s leant back in her seat, and her hand has slipped back into her underwear to hold herself – grimacing slightly as she feels how wet her privates are, as well the dampness of her pad on the back of her hand. Without wanting to attract too much attention, she slowly rubs her fingers up and down her lower lips as if to try and dry herself off (it seems to only partially work), before removing her hand and once again wiping the pee off onto the side of her skirt.
     
     
    With every girl in the room now certainly aware they’re in need of relief (and all the boys ready to make a beeline for the canteen instead), the last five minutes pass by without incident. I’m keeping a close eye on the clock, though despite being equally anxious for class to end, Lauren has had her eyes focused on her legs for the last minute, right up until the second hand reaches the 12.
    12:30 on the dot, and the bell rings. It’s not a quiet bell either, and positioned on the wall almost directly overhead of Lauren, and it catches her by surprise. She jumps slightly in her seat at the sound, losing control of her hold for a split second and a small spurt of pee shoots out into her already saturated pad. She clenches her teeth as she tries to regain control using only her muscles, still unable to cross her legs.
    Everyone else has already packed their things away and half the class is already on their feet for one of two reasons (Mr Hodges makes some obvious comment about us being dismissed, but no one seems to pay any attention). I slowly close my textbook and begin to pack it away.
    ‘You coming to the canteen?’ James asks.
    ‘I’ll catch you guys up in a bit,’ I reply.
    ‘Fair enough.’
    Once I’ve finished packing my bag, Lauren and I are the only two students still seated, and half the class is already gone. She’s been bracing herself to stand up, but the motion is too much as makes an effort to get to her feet, and a second spurt escapes into her underwear. Unable to stand up straight, she leans forward with her legs still spread slightly and both hands pressed flat against her desk. Looking straight down, she struggles to stop this time – reducing it to a trickle at first, before finally regaining control after a few seconds. Her pad must be completely full and her panties certainly wet by now, though I can feel no wetness running down her legs as yet.
    The last few students are now leaving the room. She slowly puts her blazer on and begins to make her way to the door in front of us – still bent forward slightly and walking in a rather awkward fashion as she tries to keep her legs spread with every step – thankfully not paying much attention to anything around her, such as myself. Trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, I swing my bag over my shoulder and follow her a short distance behind, out of the classroom and into the hallway.
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    Kez reacted to ADaddy in Cute Conversations With Significant Others   
    I don't typically post on here, but my wife and I had a pretty adorable conversation that I felt like sharing (I'm Blue).  It also got me wondering what other people might be having for cute conversations ^_^

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    I might write about it at some point when I'm free
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