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  1. This is a teaser for a maybe longer story. This is a personal fantasy of mine so I'm curious as to whether you guys like it too. Let me know. ----- Brian yawned and rubbed his face with his hands. He was in one of his history courses and it was boring as hell. Brian was a freshman in college but he was a history buff in high school so he felt like he already knew this stuff. He let his gaze wander around the room. The girls at college were so much hotter than girls in high school. Brian honestly couldn't believe it sometimes. A row in front of him and a handful of seats to the right sat a girl with long brown hair and even longer legs which she showed off with her very short skirt. Her name was Alice and she was pretty nice but way out of his league. Alice took a drink of her water bottle and Brian's mind of course went to his fetish, fantasizing about her needing to pee in class. Brian imagined the Alice having drank a full bottle of water before class and then working on a second one now, and that her bladder was slowly filling, filling, filling. Alice shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She seemed to sort of look around the room, and then looked at the clock. Did she really have to pee? Brian felt his cock start to get hard. Time passed and Brian continued to watch Alice during class. She showed no more signs of needing to pee now and Brian's mind started to wander. He imagined that he was right about her needing to pee, and that her need was starting to get concerning. He saw her look at the clock again. Brian fantasized about her drinking water before this class, water which would now be trickling down and putting pressure on her bladder. Alice crossed and uncrossed her legs. He imagined her bladder continuing to fill until she felt like she was bursting, little spurts of pee starting to escape. Alice's hands shot between her legs and she started bobbing up and down in her seat, looking toward the clock and door. Brian was bewildered. Was he imagining a connection? He stared at this desperate girl as she shifted and fidgeted in her seat. There was only 15 minutes of class and she seemed to be deciding if she should just go or if she could make it. Brian stared intently at Alice as he started to imagine her bladder filling beyond capacity. The pressure of the liquid inside pressing against her desperate urethra and threatening to burst into her panties at any moment. Alice gasped quietly and crossed her legs tight, both hands against her pussy. Brian could see her rubbing herself furiously, trying to keep from peeing herself, though she seemed to try to hide it under her desk. Brian was amazed. This couldn't really be happening, could it? He supposed there was one way to find out. He imagined that Alice's need to pee mostly vanished, to just a dull need. Alice's body seemed to relax. She looked around the room nervously, seeming confused. She glanced at the clock and the front door. She seemed to decide that it wasn't worth risking her urge coming back and starting to leave class early. She quickly packed up her bag, put on her jacket, and made her way down the aisles in the seating to the front of the room. Brian's felt his cock get harder. This would really be the true test. He stared intently at Alice as she reached the front of the room. Brian imagined Alice's bladder again filling with liquid. Rapidly, to the brim, feeling like she might burst. Alice immediately doubled over at the front of the room, bending at the knees and crossing her legs. All eyes began to fall on her and her cheeks became visibly red. Brian's cock became rock hard. He imagined the pressure on Alice's pussy building, building, until it hurt and became too much. Alice bobbed up and down in place, letting out a whimper. Her hands worked furiously between her legs, rubbing her pussy in front of everyone. Brian's cock was throbbing. He imagined Alice's muscles relaxing. Alice's eyes widened as a hissing sound started to come from between her legs. Her skirt provided no cover as she began to wet herself forcefully in front of the entire class. Alice tried to stop the flow but her muscles seemed to relax against her will, continuing to let her piss herself all over her boots and the carpeted floor. Brian kept imagining Alice peeing full force and out it kept coming. Alice began crying, realizing she needed to just make a run for it and fleeing while pee still gushed from between her legs, splashing onto the floor below her. Brian watched in amazement as the girl disappeared from view, leaving a long wet trail connected to a huge puddle at the front of the room. This changes everything.
  2. She did not and does not know I'm into omo. I did try to make her feel better, of course. Truly! The entire time I couldn't believe it was happening.
  3. Haha, thanks guys! I appreciate the love. I actually don't think I will be continuing this particular story but I will post other ones. Let me know if there's anything you'd like to see.
  4. Hi guys! Here's part 2. Sorry Night Rain I sort of took the skirt part of your suggestion but went a different way, I hope you still like it. Let me know if you really like the library thing specifically and I'll put it in a different chapter. On that note, anyone feel free to let me know what you'd like to see happen to Emma and I'll give it strong consideration. Lastly, try to let me know if you want me to continue writing about Emma. ----- Emma woke up for school early, committed to her regular routine of breakfast, gym, class. It had been about three days since Emma's tragic SAT exams on Saturday... she still felt mortified by the memory and tried to block it out. When classes resumed on Monday, most people who saw the incident seemed to pretend it didn't happen. Emma sometimes thought she caught people staring, whispering, snickering, but tried to convince herself that she was just being paranoid. Regardless, she was taking measures to make sure something like that never happened again, and soon it would be just a distant memory. Emma started to get dressed but discovered to her dismay that she had put all of her jeans in the same hamper with the jeans she had peed herself in, and they all smelled like pee. She sighed. It wasn't a big deal, she would just put on her black skirt. It was a little short but all of her longer skirts weren't comfortable and this one was a nice cotton. She put on her daintiest underwear, white and kind of sheer with a little rose on the front that barely covered her pussy, so people wouldn't be able to see it through her skirt in the back. As always, Emma brewed herself a cup of coffee to drink while she got ready and had her breakfast. She knew it went right through her but was too addicted to stop and pretty much always had at least two cups before leaving the house every day. She just knew now it was imperative leave time to find a bathroom wherever she is after breakfast. To speed things up this morning, Emma made herself a smoothie. She accidentally added a little too much milk at some point, so she added more fruit to compensate, and ended up with about double more than she planned. But she wasn't having breakfast, she thought, so it works out. Emma downed two and a half cups of coffee and her large smoothie while she got her school stuff together and finished getting ready to leave. She decided she ought to have something solid since she wouldn't be able to have lunch for another 5 hours, so she gobbled down a granola bar and washed it down with some milk. Finally she was out the door and jogged leisurely to her gym down the block. Emma got through her workout routine as usual. She ran laps for awhile, but stopped after she realized her skirt was flowing up high enough to show her panties when she lifted her legs. Her cheeks burned red at the thought and she wished she had worn more covering underwear. She finished her water bottle once and refilled it. She switched over to weight training but accidentally spread her legs while sitting and lifting weights, giving a man passing by a full view of her pussy barely covered by the thin cloth of her panties. His jaw dropped and Emma snapped her legs together. Horrified, she decided to leave immediately. She could see the man's erection in his athletic shorts as she passed by and her cheeks burned bright red. Emma rushed out of the gym and headed for campus. By this time, she had finished her water bottle a second time. She felt a twinge in her bladder and realized that she was supposed to pee at the gym, but there was no reason to panic. She knew exactly where her class was and the nearest bathroom. Emma walked with her posture stiff and straight, thighs close together. The breeze was cold under her skirt and made her need to pee worse. Emma arrived at her building with 25 minutes to spare, more than enough time to pee and get to class, and was glad that she had left the gym early. She headed straight for the bathroom. The second she saw the bathroom door, her urgency to pee seemed to triple. She rushed down the hallway toward the door with her thighs tight together. "Emma!" A voice called out. 'Oh, god,' Emma thought. It was the woman from the SAT testing, who Emma had now learned from her friends to be Mrs. Strick, the person taking over as Vice Principle within the next few months. She was this big shot with a Stanford degree (which Emma would die for) who had just made some huge positive impact on her last school and saved them financially or whatever. Rumor was that now she was offered big money to come and do the same thing here. There were a few people with Mrs. Strick, all dressed as nice as her. Emma felt immediately nervous all over. "Hi Mrs. Strick," She tried to sound as friendly as possible but her voice wavered. She tried to give no sign of how badly she needed to pee, especially because of what Mrs. Strick had seen at the SAT testing. She didn't want her to think she had some sort of problem. But she caught herself fidgeting slightly and rubbing her hand on her outer thigh, and caught Mrs. Strick noticing it too. "This is one of our students, Emma," The woman said to her colleagues with a smile. "Emma, these are some of my old classmates from Standford. They both work as recruiters and are here visiting before they come to the career fair next month." Emma's stomach filled with butterflies. She wanted so badly to make it into a school like Stanford, which would be extra great because it's close to home. Mrs. Strick was super charming and asked Emma questions about her coursework, helping the conversation to go great. They chatted away until suddenly the bell rang and the few students still in the hallways started rushing into their classes. "Oh, no! We kept you too long," Mrs. Strick smiled, "I'll walk you to your class and tell your professor to excuse your tardiness." Emma's head spun. Her need to pee had only grown during the past conversation and a large amount of liquid was weighing heavy on her bladder. But she couldn't bear to tell Mrs. Strick she needed to pee, especially because she allowed herself to spend the whole break talking. So she said thanks and led Mrs. Strick to her first class, math. As they walked, Mrs. Strick made pleasant conversation. Emma struggled to walk normally, having to use her muscles to hold back from peeing herself instead of holding her thighs together. Every step put pressure on her aching bladder and she found herself thinking about the stupid amount of liquid she consumed working its way through her body. She found herself imagining it flowing out from between her legs and before she could stop herself, she felt a spurt of pee enter her panties. Emma gasped and her hand shot between her thighs squeezed tight together. Her panties had so little fabric to catch the liquid and were already soaked. "Ms. Phisher, are you okay?" Mrs. Strick seemed to hide a smirk. Emma's face felt hot and red but she was able to quell her need quickly and stood back up straight. "Y-Yes, I just tripped a little," She replied. It felt like a stupid lie and she felt more embarrassed, but she just couldn't bear the thought of the new Vice Principle knowing she was so desperate again. The woman couldn't hide her smirk now. She knew she should just tell Emma to use the restroom but instead she just opened the door to the Mr. Weaver's classroom, ushering a desperate Emma inside. Mrs. Strick's colleagues from Stanford followed behind, standing in the doorway and checking out the classroom and students. "Hi Mr. Weaver! Sorry, I kept Emma a little long. Please excuse her tardiness." "Oh, uh, sure. It's no problem." Weaver seemed a little perturbed but he always sort of seemed like that. His eyes traveled over Emma's body, who was struggling to not show her need while now displayed in front of the whole classroom. Multiple students now looking at her were also present to see her piss herself at the SAT's a few days ago and her face was hot with the realization. Emma started to head to her seat, her body begging for relief from standing, but Mrs. Strick began to talk. "So what are we learning today?" She asked Weaver, putting a hand on Emma's shoulder. Now Emma definitely couldn't sit and she felt all eyes were on her. She labored to keep her body straight but the pressure building inside her was becoming too much. It felt as if gallons of liquid were all pressing right against her urethrae, begging to be let out. She crossed her legs as casually as she could, fidgeting slightly no matter how hard she tried not to. "Uh, well, we just started," He gestured toward some equations on the chalkboard, "I asked in anyone would volunteer to solve this problem." "Oh! I bet Emma would love to do that," Mrs. Strick smiled at Emma, moving her toward the board. "Oh, no, I-" Panic filled Emma's body. Why did Mrs. Strick want to do this to her? "Now, now! I heard you're a killer on the mathletes. Show my friends here what our team is made of," Mrs. Strick smiled at Emma, seeming relish this. Emma looked at the recruiters from Stanford and got butterflies again. Her heart raced and she felt as if more and more pee was building up, threatening to burst at any moment. She couldn't turn down the problem and let them think she didn't know it. She also couldn't turn it down and have them know it was because she needed to pee so badly. She resolved that the only solution was to finish the problem quickly so they would leave and she could ask Mr. Weaver to go use the restroom. Emma searched nervously for a piece of chalk, which she then noticed was being held out to her by Weaver sitting at his desk. Each of the five steps over was complete torture as she tried to walk normally and not release a torrent of piss out of her skirt. It was at this moment that Emma realized that if she peed, there would be nothing to absorb any of the liquid, or any of the noise. Her pee would run straight down her legs and onto the tile floor, splashing for everyone to hear. Emma felt hot and nervous all over as she made her painful way back to the board with her chalk. With all eyes on her, Emma began to work on the problem. Her hand trembled as she started to write, which was already embarrassing. Weaver's class had a fish tank with a filter that poured water in the top constantly, and the sound of the water dripping and flowing made Emma feel like she might accidentally pee. She crossed her legs as she tried to work the problem, struggling to stay focused on the question instead of the sound of running water nearby her. Emma began to sweat as she snapped her attention back to the problem, realizing that the recruiters were watching her freeze at a simple math question. Her nerves made her need to pee worse and her need to pee made her nerves worse and she started to feel like she might cry. Emma felt self conscious and uncrossed her legs as far as she could, not wanting Mrs. Strick and her friends to see her as a little girl who can't even hold her pee. Emma continued to work the problem. Tears began to build as her need to pee got worse and worse, becoming a painful throbbing between her legs. She figured out the problem and knew she could finish it soon, but her body was begging her to run as fast as possible to the nearest bathroom. Her handwriting started to get sloppy as she neared the end of her answer, rushing through it. The closer she got to finishing the more her body begged for relief and the buildup to finishing began to become excruciating. Soon, Emma was on the very last statement to finish her answer. Her pussy begged her to rub it or cross her legs as what felt like gallons of liquid weighed on her exhausted bladder. She excitedly began to write the last number, finishing a perfect solution, when her pussy suddenly relaxed and warm liquid came gushing out. Emma was peeing. With her feet spread and her thin panties already soaked, there was nothing to stop her torrent of pee from splashing loudly onto the tile floor. Emma gasped and her hands shot between her legs, but it was too late to stop it. Urine gushed past her fingers. The whole room gasped and seemed to freeze, everyone watching with morbid fascination as Emma emptied the contents of her bladder on the floor. The Stanford recruiters stared as Emma kept peeing and peeing. Students gasped, murmured, and some snickered. Mrs. Strick just stared, crossing her legs and fidgeting slightly, but for a different reason than Emma. Emma let out a small moan as her body relieved itself, to her further humiliation. She wanted to close her legs, run, but instead stood frozen, peeing through her hands in front of everyone. The relief felt almost orgasmic as she peed and peed, warm liquid dripping down her bare legs and into her boots, forming a growing puddle around her. She began to cry as the pee kept coming out, feeling powerless and mortified. After what felt like an eternity, Emma's flow began to turn into a trickle. She finally was able to close her legs but couldn't stop the flow, a trickle of pee continue to drip down her legs as Mrs. Strick touched her shoulder, ushering her toward the door where she could see the entire room of eyes on her. "Oh, sweetie, it's okay," Mrs. Strick's voice was full of fake pity that made Emma's cheeks burn. "It's just another little accident." She said loudly. "Another?" One student blurted out, who apparently hadn't heard about the SAT incident yet. Students could be heard whispering as they all presumably became aware. Emma's eyes began to fill with tears. "Come on, let's get you to the nurse- Oh! Oh, you're still going," Mrs. Strick said innocently but loud enough for the whole room to hear as she guided Emma out of the room, looking down at the stream still trickling down her leg. Emma began to cry. Her muscles gave out fully and the trickle turned back into a full stream, and a hissing noise could be heard in the room. She felt as the warm liquid spilled down her thighs and into her shoes which were now completely soaked. The trickle finally stopped as they walked away from Weaver's room. Mrs. Strick took Emma to the nurse where she changed into spare clothes that the school provided in situations like these which were sort of like nurses's scrubs. Emma sobbed quietly as she changed her clothes, drying off her legs, unable to stop herself from replaying the embarrassing events in her head. Emma rejoined her class shortly after, her scrubs a humiliating reminder of the incident that just happened. When she entered, a janitor was just finishing cleaning up the mess on the floor. Students snickered as Emma sat down, her face red hot with shame. She wore the scrubs for the rest of the day and soon practically everyone knew what had happened.
  5. I heard this story secondhand from a friend who had this happen to his coworker. It's definitely true and now something I think about often. Her ankle is fine now, so that you guys can enjoy the story without feeling too bad for her. The girl in question, let's call her Sam, is extremely attractive (to me, at least). She has long dark hair, brown eyes, long legs, and is always flirting with me despite being kind of out of my league. So on this night, Sam is taking her two little dogs out to pee. She already has to pee before she takes them but realizes how much because it's so cold outside. She starts to try to get the dogs back inside to she can go but one of them won't come and keeps dodging her. He starts to run from her so she runs after him, saying "please, please" to him trying to get him to come to her, but he keeps getting further from the house. Soon Sam realizes she's not gonna make it if she doesn't go pee now, so she has to leave the dog and hope he follows or come back for him. She starts to run as fast as she can for her door but has to limp, trying to keep from peeing. But she ends up tripping right before she reaches the stairs to the front door and twists her ankle in the process. As her leg gives out and she falls to the ground, she completely pisses herself in her leggings.
  6. Glad you guys liked it. I'll write more. Let me know if there's anything specific you'd like me to consider throwing in there.
  7. This is the beginning of a maybe story to see if you guys are interested. This story has a lot of sexual buildup before the omo, so that may or may not be your thing. There is somewhat intense public humiliation toward the end that also may or may not be your thing. Let me know if you want more. All characters in this story are over 18. -- Megan was just about ready for her first date with a very cute boy she had just met, David. He was just her type -- tall, muscular, dark hair, with a deep voice that made her feel tingly between the legs. She was excited because he seemed really nice and smart and into her, but nerves also coursed through her body. It had been awhile since she went on a guy she was this into. About a year, to be exact. She grew more nervous as she remembered the last time. At the time, Megan was just a freshman in college, and had gotten asked to a football game by a junior. His name was Isaac and he was tall and athletic and on the swim team with Megan's brother. This meant that she got a front row seat to his glistening muscles on a regular basis, something that secretly drove her hormones wild. She had never been kissed by a boy or even touched herself and the frustration was building. "Pick you up early and grab some cherry limeades from Sonic?" Isaac texted her awhile before the football game. Megan wasn't quite ready yet but she was excited Isaac wanted to spend a little alone time with her before the game. Isaac arrived even earlier than that and Megan chose to forgo using the restroom though she needed it, not wanting to keep him waiting. She didn't need to go that bad yet and would just use the facilities at the stadium. Driving with Isaac, Megan had a blast. They got their large cherry limeades and sat in the parking lot for a little while talking and laughing. Megan finished half of her large drink before they left the parking lot, and had finished her entire drink by the time they arrived at the stadium. This was a bad habit of hers. When they finally got to the stadium, there were lines of people getting their tickets checked to go inside. Megan looked around at her bathroom options outside the checkin but they were all portapotties which she couldn't bear to use. Even if she wanted to, she would be too nervous and uncomfortable to let go. She began to fidget in line as the cherry limeade began to trickle down toward her bladder, filling her up more and more by the minute. She cursed herself as she remembered that she had downed two cups of coffee before getting ready to leave which she had neglected to relieve herself of due to meeting Isaac early. Megan and Isaac continued to have a good time as they moved through the line and made it into the stadium. Megan's need steadily increased but was mostly under control. She looked around for a restroom. "Looking for something?" Isaac asked. Megan blushed. The idea of telling this hot guy about her need was a little embarrassing. "Just a bathroom, do you see one?" Isaac looked around, but then shook his head. "No, but after we find our seats I'll help you find one close by." Megan nodded with a smile. Isaac was nice. They found their way to their seats, Megan holding onto Isaac's muscular arm. He wore a loose tank top that showed off his shoulders and pecs and made Megan weak in the knees. She could feel herself getting aroused and tried to not think about him kissing pressing her up against the wall and kissing her all over... 'Fuck, I'm wet,' She realized. After 5 or so minutes of searching, they found their seats. They walked up the nearest aisle of stairs to where the restaurants and bathrooms were but found, to Megan's dismay, a long line outside of the women's bathroom. The men's had no line, a constant frustration in Megan's life. Isaac looked over at her guiltily. "Hey, I hate to do this to ya, but I really gotta take a leak." Megan was embarrassed by Isaac's sympathy and laughed it off, saying she didn't need to go that bad. Isaac ran off to relieve himself and Megan took the opportunity to cross her legs, getting some much needed relief. She straightened up as she saw him returning minutes later, already rid of his problem. She envied him, still holding her thighs together slightly. Isaac noticed her posture and suggested that they sit down on the nearby bench, and that the bathrooms would be free once the pregame show started in 10 minutes and people headed to their seats. Megan was relieved at the idea because she wasn't sure if she could hold it standing in line for 10 minutes, but she was pretty sure she could do it sitting. They found a bench in a small resting area nearby that was a little private. Megan and Isaac sat close now, whispering and giggling together. Megan began to get aroused as Isaac's hand rubbed up and down her thigh, helping quell her need to pee. Suddenly Isaac leaned in for a kiss, finding Megan's open mouth. She nearly moaned out loud as waves of arousal went over her virgin body. Isaac began to kiss her with his skilled tongue, causing her pussy to get wet fast. His hands started to roam her body, slowly making their way down between her legs. Megan could feel that her bladder was full but couldn't stop herself from spreading her legs for Isaac's roaming hands, despite the pressure it put on her bladder. She felt her pussy getting rapidly soaked and she blushed, worried that Isaac would notice and realize how turned on she was, but was powerless to stop him. Isaac's cock was rock hard now. He suddenly pulled her onto his lap by her thighs, legs spread around his waist. Megan gasped at the sudden movement and spreading of her legs so wide, turning her on beyond belief but also sending her need to pee through the roof. Her pussy pressed against Isaac's body as he kissed her neck and it was all too much for Megan. It was then that she also realized how public this was. Nobody was looking right now but people shuffled around close by. The dirty realization only turned her on tenfold and she suddenly felt a strange feeling building inside. Her hips bucked involuntarily as Isaac kissed her again, one of his hands now between her legs again. She moaned into his mouth, feeling her pussy quake in a way she had never felt before. Waves of pleasure began to build inside her pussy and she realized what was happening. She was practically about to cum without Isaac even touching her yet. Megan began to push away from him feebly, her body shaking with desire, but it was too late. His fingers had found their way to her soaking pussy, his thumb rubbing up against her clit, and it was enough to push her over the edge. Megan began to cum with overwhelming force. She moaned in a guttural voice, unable to fight the powerful orgasm now taking over her body. As her climax built, she began to feel like she might pee, and started to panic. She tried to close her legs but they were spread over Isaac's lap. She tried to say something but his fingers moved against her clit again and it was too late. Megan began to climax and she felt with horror as warm liquid began pouring from between her legs, all over Isaac's lap. She struggled to hold back her moans as the orgasm ravaged her body, rendering her muscles jello and unable to pull herself away. Isaac watched in shock and disbelief as Megan orgasmed on his lap, the warm feeling of her pee filling his crotch and pants, flowing over his now painfully rock hard cock. People had now begun to notice as Megan was unable to stifle her moans, and Megan's face and ears burned red with embarrassment as she struggled to stifle her increasingly loud moans. Warm pee continued to flow from between her legs for what felt like forever, each wave of pleasure causing an additional spurt that she could feel every bit of and was helpless to stop. When her orgasm finally released her, Megan had pissed all over Isaac and the bench, leaving a puddle on the floor. She was shaking and waves of pleasure still shook her body. She began crying and apologized to Isaac, practically leaping off of him and beginning to run from the scene. Isaac called after her and stood up to go after her but saw his pounding erection in his jeans and sat back down, covering it with his hands. Megan skittered away at a brisk pace as some onlookers watched, tears starting to spill down her face. She couldn't believe this happened. Another spurt of pee escaped her pussy and dripped down her legs as she ran. Megan turned a corner and slipped on her own urine, falling onto her ass and catching more attention. A hissing sound could be heard as the force of falling caused her to continue to relieve herself. She grabbed onto the railing and began to stand, slipping again and falling into her own puddle. Megan began to sob and finally succeeded at pulling herself up, fleeing the stadium while still currently peeing down her legs. She hid in a portapotty outside and called her mom to come get her. Isaac tried to talk to her again a few times but Megan couldn't bear to face him again. He eventually told her brother about the incident which he relished reminding her of. Needless to say, she was going to be a lot more careful tonight.
  8. This story is centered greatly around desperation and humiliation. Comment and let me know if you want me to continue writing stories about Emma. --- Emma woke up ready for her big day. It was the SAT's and she had be preparing for weeks. She got up early to start her day off with a workout to pump herself up. She started with her morning coffee and a big bowl of granola cereal drowned in milk, then left for the gym. It was a nice warmup jog to the gym, and by the time she arrived she had already finished her water bottle. She entered, refilled her bottle, and then headed toward the tracks. She was a strong runner and it was her favorite way to get some exercise in. By the time she finished her workout, Emma's water bottle was empty again. She refilled in, took another drink, and then headed for the women's bathrooms. Once she got inside, she saw there were three girls in line in front of her. She checked her watch and realized her workout had taken longer than she intended and she was starting to cut it close. She left as she knew she'd be able to use the bathroom outside the room her test was in. As she left, the sound of a flushing toilet twinged on her bladder and she felt an unexpected urge to start peeing. She paused for a second and pressed her thighs together slightly, then kept going. "Ahhh, thank god. I was busting for a piss." She heard a guy exiting the men's bathroom say. It was a guy she saw go in at the same time as her and she wished so badly she could use their bathroom to relief herself. Emma rushed to her school where the test was being held. It wasn't a long walk from the gym but she wished now that she had driven instead. She walked swiftly with her posture stiff and her ass clenched, feeling the pressure building on her bladder. She thought about the coffee, milk, and copious amounts of water she drank sloshing around on her bladder and felt the pain of how bad she needed to go. She made it to the building where her test was held and determined that she needed to find the room first, then find the nearest bathroom, just to be safe. She couldn't mess up this test. It was on the second floor and the walk up the stairs was torture. Lifting her foot up the step forced Emma to spread her legs just enough to make her want to pee right where she stood, and it took every effort of her muscles to stop the warm urine from running down her legs. She took small breaths and rushed up the stairs, assuring herself that she would find relief in just moments. When she arrived at room 245, it was completely empty. Panic filled Emma's body and the nervousness caused her to body to misfire, pee starting to spill into her panties. She gasped and bent at the knees, snapping her thighs together tight and pressing her hand hard against her pussy. She rubbed herself with her hand furiously, trying to quell her need to relieve herself. Her fingers felt good against her now wet clit which mortified her to be feeling in public. Emma successfully fought off the wave of urgency and was able to stand again. She actually felt better now than she did before she leaked in her panties and felt like she would definitely make it to the bathroom. She luckily didn't have to search for long to find the room. She spotted some students heading downstairs and another painful set of steps led her to the right place. 'Thank god,' She thought. Emma looked left to right for a bathroom. She didn't see one immediately. She knew she didn't have time to search and so asked one of the women checking students in where the nearest bathroom was. "It's right down that hall to your left, dear, but you ought to be quick because you need to be checked in before you can enter the test room." Emma looked at the line of students and felt a hard twinge in her bladder that made her bend at the knees slightly, and she blushed bright red at showing her need to someone else. She always hated anyone knowing she had to pee, let alone an authority figure. "Do you mean even if I'm in line you won't let me in?" The woman shook her head. "Once that clock hits 9, nobody goes in. And once you go in, you don't come out until you turn in this section of the exam." She seemed to smirk at Emma's desperation, which made her even more mortified. The fact that this woman was also hot as fuck and made Emma's pussy twitch didn't help the situation, but that was neither here nor there. Emma's thoughts raced. She decided she had to try to make it to the bathroom first and then get checked in. She still had 10 minutes. She walked swiftly with her thighs close together. She felt like she was walking forever. Where was the bathroom? "Please, please, please," She began to say to herself. She finally saw a sign and her heart leapt, and a small spurt of pee entered her panties. Her hand shot between her legs and she shuffled toward the bathroom. Her stomach sunk. It was closed. How could the woman not know this? Emma turned around and ran back to the testing room. A few spurts escaped into her panties that made her feel embarrassed and wet but also slightly relieved. She had no choice now, she needed to get signed in first and then try to rush to the bathroom right before the test. She couldn't risk not being signed in. Emma got in line and her body tingled all over. The pressure on her bladder was uncomfortable but slightly arousing, along with the wetness of her panties. Emma found this to be frustrating and humiliating as she stood there, aching to pee and unable to stop her body from getting hot all over from the sensations. Emma tried to look composed as she waited in line. She thought she might be imagining it but the woman from before seemed to glance at her every so often. Emma determined to not cross her legs or hold herself, standing straight up and trying to look cool. Soon she was second in line. The time seemed to drag on forever now. The woman seemed to take significantly longer checking in this student, and minutes started to crawl by. Emma began to get frustrated and felt like the woman was doing it on purpose. She was definitely glancing over, and she was definitely smirking. Finally it was Emma's turn. Stepping forward pulled her thighs apart and she strained to hold her pee in as she approached the woman. She was incredibly beautiful with dark hair and cleavage that Emma couldn't stop looking at. Emma was still conflicted about her attraction to women but her hormones were going wild and she felt her pussy get even wetter. "Name?" "Emma Phisher." She blurted out before the woman even finished. Emma fidgeted as she stood and rubbed on her outer thigh, unable to fully hide her need. The woman smirked at her from above her glasses, making Emma's face burn red. "Oh no, did you not make it to the bathroom?" Emma was mortified as her need to announced out loud and for the two students behind her in line to hear. She felt like eyes began to turn to her and nervousness again made her feel like she might pee, and she was forced to squeeze her thighs together. She held onto the table between her and the woman with both hands. "No, I didn't." Her frustration leaked out in her voice as she was pretty sure the woman knew the bathroom would be closed. "Please sign me in." Her voice broke into a whine without her volition, continuing to further her embarrassment. She felt powerless to this woman and she hated it. The woman seemed to take her time searching for the name. "Emma, Emma, Emma..." She dragged her finger down the pager of names. "Ah, there you are. Go on in." The woman smiled at her. Emma looked at the clock. She now only had only two minutes before the test began. She realized with horror that she could not risk going to the bathroom, but felt that her need had subsided for now. Also, she would be sitting for the whole exam, which would make it easier to hold it, and once this section of the test finished she could pee during the break. Emma found a seat and took it as fast as she could, welcoming the wood against her aching pussy. She rubbed her thighs together under the desk but stopped when the pressure on her clit sent a wave of pleasure through her body. She tried to sit perfectly still. The exams were passed out and Emma began. She went as fast as she could, trying to do her best though her mind was preoccupied. Even if she didn't do as great on this part of the exam, she could ace the others after she relieved herself and still get a good score. Her stomach turned with nerves. She had to get a good score. The minutes crawled by and Emma fidgeted, squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, and even resorting to hold herself under the table. She alternated between rubbing her pussy and not for fear of getting too turned on. Her crotched was soaked and warm and it felt good though she tried to not acknowledge it. Emma listened with horror as the student diagonally in front of her fumbled with their water bottle, the contents sloshing around. They dropped it and the bottle splashed to the floor. Emma's body reacted before she could. She was peeing. Both of her hands shot between her legs as pee started to fill her panties. She was able to stop the flow but her face burned red. A few students looked at her, especially because she was already close to the spectacle at hand. But she was able to gain control over her bladder again and resumed her test, one hand rubbing her pussy. The teacher began to clean up the water and the sound of paper towels sloshing around the water tortured her, and her ears burned hot with frustration with her predicament. Her bladder began to ache and she started to jiggle uncontrollably in her seat, feeling like she could pee herself at any moment. She began to rub herself furiously. She realized that she needed to just finish this section before she humiliated herself in front of all of her peers. She guessed for the rest of the answers and braced herself to walk to the front. Her heart began racing as she realized she had waited too long and she wasn't sure she could even walk that far. The feeling of pee filling her up and weighing heavier and heavier on her bladder started to become unbearable and she knew she had to go. Now. Emma stood up and began walking to the front. Every step put her at risk of losing control of her bladder completely and it took all her effort to use her muscles to hold it in. She brought her test to the front to find to her great dismay that the woman from before was also taking the exams. Her stomach turned as she approached her. "What are you doing?" The woman asked. "I finished my exam," Emma sort of stuttered, her body aching for relief. She crossed her legs completely. "Please take it," She couldn't hide the plea in her voice. The woman's eyes sparkled. "Oh, honey, you have to stay until the break. If you leave now, your entire test will be forfeit. Do you think you can hold it?" Emma's jaw dropped. She felt her muscles twitch and a spurt of pee shot into her panties, and thus her hands between her legs. The woman said everything loudly for the class to her and Emma felt the eyes of all her peers behind her now on her. Her face and ears burned red. The thought of so many people knowing how badly she needed to pee was absolutely humiliating and she felt herself start to cry. "I-I don't think..." Emma's voice trembled. She looked at the unbelievably attractive woman in front of her, watching her intently as she crossed her legs, squirmed and rubbed her pussy. She felt completely debased. She couldn't leave the exam. She couldn't hold it. "Come on now honey, I'll help you back to your seat," The woman stood up and walked over to Emma, grabbing her gently by the arm. She was tall enough that her cleavage was right in Emma's face and Emma felt her body tingle all over. She was pulled out of her daze at the woman began to guide her back to her seat. "Wait-" She said, her thighs clamped tight together, but it was too late. The woman pulled her arm, not hard, but enough to force her to step and uncross her legs. Her short athletic shorts provided little protection and pee began to spill from between her legs onto the tile floor. The splash could be heard throughout the room and Emma was horrified. This couldn't be happening. She clamped her legs together again but it was too late. All eyes in the room were now on Emma as she fully released her bladder into her shorts, down her legs, into her shoes and in a growing puddle on the floor. With both hands rubbing between her legs, Emma desperately tried to stop the river of pee with no avail. A few murmurs and hushed laughs could be heard as most students stared speechless. She was paralyzed as she continued to relieve herself in front of everyone. She peed for what seemed like an eternity, the puddle growing and growing below her. It continued to pour out of her no matter how hard she tried to stop the flow. She held back tears as she began to cry, finally losing the fight. Her muscles let go and she peed full force what was left in her body, down an excruciatingly long and embarrassing trickle in the silent room. Everyone continued to stare as Emma stood in horror. She couldn't believe what happened. The bell rang, signifying that this section of the test was over. Emma ran out in tears.
  9. This is a 100% true story about my ex. It’s been long enough that I feel like I can share it. Given my fetish, this was one of the craziest experiences I’ve ever had. Obviously her name will be changed. Here it goes. Megan and I were on a spontaneous date at a local venue while on a small trip. It was this tiny place that was super packed on this night to see a couple local musicians. The tables were really cramped and we were seated against a wall and behind a railing in such a way that it was impossible to get out without having two people from nearby tables get up and walk out of the aisle. So this place was super hot and we order two waters and two alcoholic drinks. Megan comments a lot about the heat and finishes both of her drinks before the first musician even starts. After awhile, she mentions that she has to pee, but is obviously not inclined to ask our neighbors to get up so she can go. On top of that, people are performing, and it would be a whole disturbance, and she says she’ll be fine. The venue really just gets hotter the longer we’re all there under the lights and Meg keeps drinking my water now despite needing to pee. She started glancing around a lot as if looking for/deciding on an opportunity to go relieve herself, but was always shy about calling attention to herself. As the performances came to an end she became increasingly desperate. She started with her legs crossed, shaking them up and down. As time went on she started uncrossing and crossing them, shifting in her chair, putting her hands in her lap but not between her legs. When the last act started, she quietly said to me in a whine that she should have gone earlier, shifting in her seat often with her hand now going back and forth to her crotch to hold herself and then pulling out, probably not wanting me to see. I asked her if she was gonna make it, teasing a little, and she turned red and said yes, she just needed to go once this act ended. At some point, she mentioned that her foot hurt and took her shoe off I thought nothing of it at the time. Finally it ended and she was so relieved. The host of the venue or whatever started addressing the room and talked for maybe 15 minutes, thanking the artists and everyone for coming and whatnot, and having relief so close but drawing out was obviously putting Meg in agony. She bounced up and down consistently in her chair, legs crossed tight, hand now firmly on her crotch. She was mumbling about him hurrying up, getting frustrated as he continued and continued. When he finished, everyone clapped for awhile and then began exiting. In a serious tone Meg said to me that she really needed to go. I got up and held my hand out to her which she took. As I pulled her up, she immediately bent at the knees and her hand shot between her legs. Apparently her foot had become hurt some way and was swollen and gave out as she stepped up. A couple stood immediately behind us and witnessed as she stood there frozen for a few moments, squeezing her thighs together and rubbing her crotch. She was a really shy and easily embarrassed person and was blushing furiously the entire time. She got her composure and was able to walk, but with obvious strain and crossing her legs every time we had to stop, which was often. The place was so packed and many people knew each other and talked and hugged. The wall to the front entrance where the bathrooms were took what felt like forever. Meg seemed to become increasingly nervous, realizing she may genuinely have an accident. When we finally got to the bathrooms, the line was down the hallway. Meg seemed like she might cry. She said she wouldn’t make it and we had to find somewhere else, so we exited. But it was 10 PM and everywhere was closed. She knew of a nearby lobby for a few different stores that had a bathroom inside and we walked there. She was limping from her foot which made her much slower in getting to the lobby, whimpering to herself “please be open, please be open.” We got to the door and Meg pulled it to find it locked. Her body seemed to give out from the expectation of relief and she buckled at the knees, both hands between her legs and bobbing up and down furiously. She seemed like she might burst into tears at any moment. She said to me she couldn’t make it but I encouraged her that she could. We determined that we should go back to the venue to try that bathroom again. When she was able to get control over her bladder, we rushed back to be told that we could not re enter. Meg begged the bouncer, telling him she just needed to pee. He said there were porta potties at the park nearby. She doubled over and crossed her legs, rubbing her crotch and not able to hide it. Knowing Meg who hated for people to even know she had to pee, this was a mortifying situation. She begged again and the bouncer seemed amused, telling her she better hurry if she wanted to make it. Meg began to cry and I tried to comfort her. She resolved to make it to the park for the porta potties. We rushed there with her in absolute desperation. Once she stopped and gasped, crossing her legs and bobbing furiously. She started saying “please no” over and over while stuck in place, until finally just starting to walk at full speed. We got to the park and she looked around frantically. No porta potties to be seen. She was obviously bursting at this point and resumed her position with legs crossed, hands between them, rubbing her thighs together as hard as she could. I said we were close to my car and could she make it home but she said she wouldn’t make it, letting out little pained moans over and over as she rubbed her crotch. I told her she should just pee here in the park. There was no one around. She seemed mortified by the suggestion but relived at the same time. She started to say okay but then had a terrible realization. She was wearing a sort of jumper that zipped all the way up in the back and had no way to pee without pulling the whole top down. She began to cry, doubled over. She seemed slightly frantic, not knowing what to do. I didn’t know what to do either but just keep staring. She started to say “no, no, please” in a strained voice and I could tell she was bursting and losing the battle. She looked around the park quickly and then in a panic spread her legs, squatting and trying to pull the jumper to the side from her pussy so she could pee. The material was stretchy so she could mostly do it, and a torrential wave of pee began flooding out of her. Her face the most red I ever saw her and gave what seemed to be an involuntary moan as she peed and peed onto the ground. Some started to trickle down her leg and she seemed to try and succeeded to stop peeing for a second, but then couldn’t stop it and came rushing out even harder, dripping into her shoe. She continued to pee for what seemed impossible. She seemed mortified that I was there to witness it and the amount that she just kept peeing, making nervous comments about how long it was going. She seemed to try to stop the flow multiple times but it just kept rushing out. As if things could get any worse, we started to hear voices approaching. She looked up to the noise of what seemed to be a 4 person family approaching and became even more panicked. A river continued to pour from between her legs to the ground as they got closer and she mumbled “please no please stop” to herself as I listened to her flow stop and start over and over. As they passed by, she lost the battle. The rest of her pee began flooding out steadily. The family came as close as about 15 feet from us and craned their heads around as they most likely heard the sound of Meg’s pee hitting the ground. She started crying again. After what seemed like an eternity, the flow eventually tapered off. Meg was a definitely a mix of mortified and relieved after that. She was horribly embarrassed I had witnessed the whole thing and asked me multiple times never to tell anyone.
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