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    SeriousSly got a reaction from henryisholding in Desperately Exposed   
    Chapter 6: The (Anti)Rain Dance
     
    To have all the chances in the world to do something, and then to want it most only once those chances have gone away is the folly of human nature. In that same token, refusal and procrastination are built into the human experience – to refuse and refuse to do something at every possible event because something more important has come up, until finally, there is no more choice. Crossing the threshold of the classroom door Adam ambled to his desk with these thoughts weighing heavily on his mind and an increasingly full bladder weighing on his boyhood.
    Taking his seat Adam began to seriously worry about the growing ocean between his legs and how long he could truly continue to stop it from flowing freely out of him. Adding to this concern Adam was in the worst possible place to be in the entire school right now, Mrs. T’s class. Mrs. T was infamous amongst the school population for being the strictest, most detention happy teacher in the building. And despite this, as the water he drank just last period continued to flow downward and look for a way out, Adam raised his hand.
    “Yes, Adam?” The class turned their heads toward him.
    “Mrs. T,” the boy struggled not to cross his legs, “can I please go to the bathroom?”
    “No, Adam, you should have gone during passing period.” Adam opened his mouth to explain he had tried but Mrs. T cut him off before he could, “No buts! Class is in session so please focus on taking notes and learning!”
    Adam was crestfallen, his face said it all to the class that had been looking on. He needed to pee desperately, and he needed Mrs. T’s answer to be different. The teen tried to avoid meeting his classmates eyes as they looked upon him – some with sympathy and some with bemused interest. He sank a little farther into his desk as his situation well and truly dawned on him. Adam sat, full bladdered, with his spout sending constant signals that it would be ready to empty at a moments notice but he could provide nowhere for that amber liquid to go. The boy was running out of sheer willpower to continue to keep his lower half dry and with forty minutes in the period to go Adam was beginning to consider drastic measures…
    Mrs. T meanwhile having satisfactorily answered Adam’s question strode up to the whiteboard and addressed the class in a loud voice which demanded their attention.
    “Hello class. Today in Environmental Science we will be discussing a current event effecting our very community as we speak: the drought which I’m sure you’re all aware of. We will be covering the effects of a drought on an area, as well as how people have dealt with droughts throughout the years, and how we can conserve water in times of drought. Please ensure you’re taking thorough notes as there will be a test on this later this week!”
    Notwithstanding the potential flood currently threatening Adam’s underwear and his dignity he could not afford to let his grade slip in this class further than it already had or his mom would kill him. And with a feeling of hopelessness Adam resigned himself to attempting to pay as much attention as he possibly could to the lesson in front of him all the while trying to ignore his ever more urgent need. Mrs. T paid him no favors, launching straight into her lesson plan at full speed by quickly explaining what a drought was as well as several of the factors which helped to cause droughts. Some of this even began to click with Adam as he vaguely recalled some of the talking points Keri had shared with him just earlier that morning. Over the course of several minutes however pressure continued to build and Adam found it harder and harder to continue to focus even partly on the lesson. The boy began absentmindedly squirming in his seat, shifting side to side hoping desperately to redirect some of his urgency.
    Three more minutes ticked slowly by as Adam sat confined in his desk chair trying to think about anything besides peeing. And that proved to be an extremely difficult challenge. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on the lesson Mrs. T was teaching Adam’s mind continued to bombard him with intrusive thoughts. Pee. He needed to pee so bad. All the liquid inside of him would not continue to wait. His shifting picked up a little more as he tried so hard to push the thoughts away. The boy couldn’t stop himself from fantasizing just for even a moment that he was in front of a urinal without a care in the world. His mind maddeningly drifted to the thought of the relief he could experience, even if he wasn’t. What if he just let loose right here and right now, damn the consequences. What if he just allowed the hose between his legs to wash away all of his concerns in an unrestricted stream of relief. What if -
    Drip.
    Out of sight from the rest of the class, under the confines of his underwear a singular golden drop of Adam’s waste water formed on the tip of his boyhood. Having used the distraction caused by his fantasizing to finally sneak out it hung there for just a second as if to see if any other pee would join in it’s escape, and more nearly did. However, feeling this drop escape drastic measures began to kick in. Adam ceased restraining his legs and crossed them immediately while also bending forward slightly to try to put non-obvious pressure on the source of his leak. Jostled by these actions the golden drop shook free from Adam’s tip and fell, making contact with the inside of his underwear. This was bad. Anyone who cared to look would see his change in posture, and obviously work out the situation had begun to deteriorate.
    And then the universe seemed to smile, if just briefly, on the overly-hydrated boy as it bestowed upon him a gift. Suddenly the classroom lights dimmed and then turned fully off and the sound of an unfurling projector screen at the front of the class confirmed what was going on. Big, black bold lettering shone brightly on the projector screen:
    “DROUGHTS: AN IN-DEPTH OVERVIEW”
    Now shrouded in darkness Adam gratefully saw his opportunity and he embraced it. He felt the classroom eyes shift from him and onto the big bright projector screen as the video began to play. Adam took this chance to slip his hand under his desk, between his crossed legs, and confront head-on the most private part of himself which was no longer completely dry. Acting quickly the boy gave his spout a quick squeeze hoping against hope that it would help delay his need more than it did. Still, it was better than nothing and although Adam couldn't keep his hand there for long without risking another classmate taking notice he was now at the point his hand could have to start taking regular trips downward until he could take a trip to a bathroom.
    Suddenly the classroom was bathed in orange light as the video on the projector screen pulled outward to reveal from a zoom shot that it was recording a forest fire. Adam tried to pay attention as best he could as the video’s seriously-toned narrator explained the cataclysmic scene on display.
    “One of the most obvious and devastating effects from a drought can be wide spread wildfires as forest trees become so dry from lack of water that they act as kindling waiting for an errant spark to set whole country miles alight.”
    The film cut to a scene of several grizzled looking men and women taking various pieces of equipment off a firetruck parked in the wilderness.
    “Although a daunting task it is still nevertheless necessary for fire departments to curb these fires as best they can by employing several different methods, or all of them as the case may be. These can include: cutting down trees to create a fire line in the forest, starting a controlled burn to safely clear away flammable brush, and when all else fails, the fireman’s trusted ally: water.”
    Adam gulped. The screen cut to a shot of a fire hose as water snaked its way down the hose line and headed towards the tip. Similar to the boy’s own hose the one on display in the video first had just a little water dribble out at the tip before then near instantly having a full stream going as it shot forward towards the fire. Taking in this, to Adam, very suggestive imagery the teen crossed his legs tighter as his full bladder weighed even heavier on it’s exit path. He watched on in unabashed envy as gallons and gallons of water were rapidly expelled from the hose, wishing instead for all the world that could instead be him lending his own waters to the efforts.
    Drip. Drip.
    Two more golden drops escaped from Adam’s over-burdened spout and continued down the tube they had just traveled up, this time on the outside. He felt the drops warmly sliding down himself until they reached the circular spheres sat below his spout, at which point they finished their descent of Adam’s boyhood and absorbed into the bottom of his underwear. Adam desperately crossed his legs and gave himself another squeeze as the narrator droned on.
    “While in modern times our species has developed sophisticated ways of dealing with droughts and their effects, we might also ask what civilizations of times passed did to help combat these natural disasters.”
    The film cut to a scene of people dressed in tribal clothing performing some sort of dance whilst chanting and jumping.
    “Indeed, many ancient tribes would find solace in their gods during periods of extended droughts. Historical records indicate some tribes often performed what have become known as rain dances in an attempt to curry favor with their chosen deity so that rain might finally come to their dry homelands.”
    As the figures on screen danced desperately for rain to visit their lands Adam found himself also nearly dancing in his desk seat attempting what amount to a ritual of the opposite effect. His legs began shaking and his wiggling got even more pronounced as Adam’s anti rain dance came into full swing. As his bladder pushed again the boy did everything is his power to resist what was becoming an overwhelming urge to now soak everything immediately in front of his spout, shorts or otherwise. He managed to allay the golden tide… but just barely. As Adam recovered from almost accidentally taking a complete potty break right in the middle of class a quiet girl’s voice behind him spoke up.
    “Yo, can you like stop shaking please? It’s super distracting.”
    He didn’t hear her, the teen was transfixed as the video had shifted to a new section:
    “REDUCING WATER WASTE”
    On the screen alongside this text was an outdoor water fountain, pumping at what must have been full power. Adam couldn’t handle it, he looked away, he squeezed himself openly, he felt as though at any moment he might begin flowing as a fountain right into his underwear. Even had there been just a few minutes left in the period, and there was much more than that, there was absolutely no way this urge could wait, Adam needed to pee now. The boy stood up from his desk and painfully dragged himself to Mrs. T’s desk as the video continued to highlight fountains spraying water freely into the air.
    “Adam?” Mrs. T looked up from some papers she had been grading. Adam leaned over and tried his best to whisper.
    “Mrs. T, please, please may I go to the bathroom.”
    “I thought I already told you the answer is no young man.”
    Drip.
    “Please Mrs. T! Please, I really have to pee, it’s an absolute emergency!”
    “Absolutely not, now return to your seat at once and let this serve as a reminder to properly utilize your passing period!”
    Drip.
    Adam couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he couldn’t believe his teacher would do this to him. And just as he began to protest Adam for the second time in that moment could not believe what he was hearing:
    “One way to cut down on water use is to pee in the shower!” proclaimed the video on the screen. The scene cut to two shots, one of a man and one of a woman, each stood inside a shower and shot from above the shoulders sighing contentedly as the water fell on them. The implication was immediately, painfully obvious to Adam. Staring in horror as these two actors freely voided themselves onto the ground below Adam knew for sure he could take no more waiting as his bladder pushed once again with even greater force against his hidden hose. In that moment, the battle between brain and bladder was finally decided and Adam did as his bladder commanded, damn the consequences.
    The boy ran out of the classroom as quickly as he could leaving behind him a trail of surprised gasps and shouted words from his class and his teacher respectively. There could be no doubt of Adam’s target as he sped down the halls with his hands firmly clamped between his legs, attempting to hold back his desperately needed pee for just a minute more: the teen moved as quickly as he could towards the nearest bathroom on this side of the school.
    And he got there. Underwear only sporting a couple of wet spots. Adam could feel his bladder finally run out of room as urine in need of space pushed its way down his spout toward the exit. As Adam pushed on the door to the boy’s room (this one finally, actually opening) he began unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts, fully primed and ready to flood the nearest urinal. But stepping through the doorway Adam bumped into something else – a person.
    “Hey! Watch it man!”
    In front of Adam stood an older, much more built out student and in front of that student stood many, many other boys of a similar description in a line. The entire school’s varsity football team was in front of Adam, seemingly having just come in from gym to take a needed rest break. There must have been thirty to forty of these towering players, and only two stalls and four urinals in the bathroom to receive them. Most of the team stood in line waiting patiently for their turn while six others players availed themselves of the boy’s room facilities.
    Adam could hear the relief that filled the room as other boys let loose several yellow streams against the porcelain fixtures in the room. Looking over Adam could see the streams originating from the players’ front facing male apparatus. Adam could not stand to witness all the triggering events occurring in the room. He could not wait!
    “No no no no!”
    And just like that, it had begun. Adam’s boyhood could no longer delay in carrying out what it had wanted to do this morning in Adam’s home toilet. The dam finally sprung a leak and Adam’s spout began to freely flow.
    As he felt the whiteness of his briefs no doubt begin to discolor to match the amber liquid voiding into them Adam took one final desperate measure. Releasing his hold on his shorts Adam used one hand to yank open his underwear and the other hand to physically squeeze shut his voiding hose as the bathroom’s onlookers observed in shock. Adam’s shorts, having been unzipped and unbuttoned, fell leaving the boy standing in his underwear in the boy’s room with one hand disappeared into his unmentionables. But at this point none of that mattered to the teen.
    Shaking loose his shorts to prevent tripping Adam immediately turned around and ran back out the door and into the hallway. He needed a spot where he could pee and he needed to find that spot in the next couple of seconds or he would be horribly, horribly drenched by his own hose. The idea came to Adam in an instant almost as if from heaven itself: outside.
    Next to the boy’s room was an enclosed staircase allowing access to the second floor of the school, but more importantly on the other side of that staircase room was a door leading to the school’s back fields. It was absolutely perfect and Adam was ready to use any kind of potty, even a natural one. Barging through the doors to the staircase he swiftly navigated around the stairs desperately trying to keep his grip on a spout that was trying its best to finally relieve the overburdened bladder behind it. All of the pent up pee that had accumulated since the last time Adam had relieved himself oh so many hours ago pushed again on the exit as Adam struggled to make the exterior door with some semblance of dryness.
    Finally pushing through the windowed exterior door Adam was greeted with a rush of slightly warm late morning air and the beautiful sight of an empty fields area. The sports fields were completely empty with the varsity teams currently on break and that was a blessing for the boy who could not have afforded to take another step forward. Right here would have to do. Without hesitation Adam used his one free hand to grip the elastic side of his underwear and whip it down with such force that it went past his knees and dropped to the ground below him. For the first time in over twelve hours Adam’s spout finally fell free from its cloth confines and was embraced by the sun rays which fell upon it, now bared to the world. And so, completely exposed from the waist down Adam leaned his bare butt against the glass behind him, closed his eyes, and ceased attempting to delay his well needed piss any longer.
    Still jostling around from its sudden release from the boy’s underwear, Adam’s spout began expelling liquid in all directions. Adam couldn’t have cared less as he leaned back with his eyes closed and listened to the sounds of well needed relief begin to patter onto the grass and concrete in front of him. The world was his oyster, and his potty. A warm breeze caressed the boy’s nude bottom half and he enjoyed the feeling of that juxtaposed with the cold glass on his bare butt, all the while freely peeing without even feeling a single change in his bladder’s capacity. The boy felt as though he could continue peeing and peeing and peeing and peeing forever…
     
    … Walking down the school halls from one meeting to another Vice Principal Roberts adjusted her tight blond bun to make sure it was still properly in place. Then she gave her suit jacket a quick dust off checking for any potential crumbs and looking closely to ensure her morning coffee hadn’t spilled anywhere without her noticing. As the one charged with keeping order in the school she held herself to an almost astonishingly high standard and expected nearly the same out of the students she watched over. Completing her brief self inspection in about 4.67 seconds she concluded everything was exactly how it should be and focused her attention back onward.
    Stilettos clicking on the hard linoleum floor as she walked to her second floor meeting Mrs. Roberts found her train of thought regarding next year’s school budget interrupted by an obvious rule violation farther down the hall from her. She saw a boy running down the hall at breakneck speeds only to suddenly disappear into the boy’s room. While the VP could easily guess why the student had been running she nonetheless could not stand by while one of the members of her school flagrantly broke a rule, no matter what the reason. Mrs. Roberts resolved her meeting could wait a moment for her to speak with this boy when he came back out and began walking instead toward the boy’s room.
    However, before the Vice Principal reached the bathroom the situation went from bad to completely ridiculous as she saw the same boy, this time clad only in his undergarments, dash out of the bathroom and into the staircase. Mrs. Roberts couldn’t believe her eyes, this absolute tomfoolery would not be permitted in this fine educational establishment! She picked up pace, not running of course, but walking even more briskly now as she approached the bathroom. The door remained open from when the boy had just rushed out and peering in she saw the whole of the boy’s varsity football team uproariously laughing and a pair of discarded pants on the floor. It made perfect sense to her that of course the football team would have a hand in this; the Vice Principal made a mental note to speak immediately with the team’s coach and schedule a stern talking to. But for now these athletes could wait, she had a streaking hooligan to catch.
    Past the bathroom and through the stairwell doorway Mrs. Roberts mentally steeled herself for the yelling she would inevitably need to do in order to catch this nearly naked boy. However as she looked up and across the room those thoughts completely dissipated from her mind and she stood speechless at the sight before her eyes.
    Two pale globes shadowed by the mid-morning sun were pressed against the exterior glass door with a shimmering stream falling underneath the two of them. The undergarment which had previously been covering the rushing boy’s private area was now slightly slumped against the ground, covering absolutely nothing and allowing Mrs. Roberts a completely unobstructed view of the student’s bare butt, slightly smushed against the glass. The young man was obviously too busy relieving all of the pent up pressure from his bladder to have even had a chance of noticing the stairwell door Mrs. Roberts had gone through.
    The Vice Principal was completely unsure of how to handle this kind of situation – she had never seen a student in this manner before and just as she felt a rising rage within her, she also felt a strong desire to look away out of respect for the student’s privacy. Still though, something this egregious could absolutely not be allowed to continue. How dare this boy insult her school by not only running around naked but also peeing on school property! There was no question, she spoke up:
    “Excuse me young man!”
    The boy flung around in startled surprise. She had been definitely right about the man part. The glass began getting a complete wash down before the spout was finally, forcefully turned off. Bladder still significantly unrelieved.
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    SeriousSly got a reaction from henryisholding in Desperately Exposed   
    Chapter 1: Set in Motion
     
    It began on a warm Spring night, as darkness encroached on the fleeting rays of late day sun. As with so many stories of this kind a chain of events, some entirely preventable and others not, were inconspicuously set in motion. This time it would be in the quiet suburban town of Smithville just past 9pm. The first link in that chain slid into place in the Lyon household as the Lyons’ son, Adam, swung open his bedroom door and immediately made a beeline for a different, smaller room in the house.
    Adam typically went to bed around 9pm each night however before that his preferred method of unwinding after a long school day was playing video games. Given the limited amount of time he had each night to play video games Adam had developed a penchant for trying to maximize potential gaming time by minimizing any disruptions to his recreational time. This meant that after dinner each night Adam would typically barricade himself in his room with snacks and a very large bottle of water so he would not need to leave and interrupt his gaming time until it was time for bed. This also meant of course that after hours of gaming in his bedroom, his 9pm bedtime was also the time of Adam’s final, typically very needed, potty break.
    Indeed, just as so much spring water had flowed out of the spout of Adam’s water bottle and into him, he now found himself in a position wherein his own personal spout was now nearly attempting to flow it’s own spring out of his body. Dashing down the hallway Adam kept one hand gripped on his spout through his pants while internally begging the spring not to flow into his own jeans but instead to wait just until he was in position over the toilet bowl so that his stream could connect with another body of water. It wouldn’t be too much longer now. He proved to himself just how close relief was by unbuttoning his jeans and lowering his zipper as he rounded the hallway corner to the room of his desire. Overcome with the thought of reaching his goal Adam did not even entertain the thought that there may have been one final obstacle in the way before promptly slamming into a wooden door at full speed with a thud.
    Rebounding from the sudden shock Adam involuntarily dropped his hands and for a fleeting moment a stream sprung forth from his boyhood, dampening small patches of his underwear as his spout swung free from his grip. Additionally, with it’s supports no longer in place Adam’s jeans fell to the ground leaving the boy dancing in his underwear trying desperately to turn off his personal tap.
    “Hey!” Adam shouted squeezing himself as hard as he could, “Who’s in there? I need to go!”
    “One moment!” Adam’s mom, Kathy, replied behind the door in a sing-song manner. After finishing drying her hands Kathy opened the bathroom door and was taken aback at the sight in front of her. Her son, nearly naked from the waist down and very obviously gripping his penis through damp briefs, was dancing from foot to foot – clearly on the verge of soaking her hallway carpet.
    “Mom please! I have to pee so bad!” Kathy did not looked amused. She crossed her arms and shot the boy a look.
    “What have I told you about waiting to the last second?” Adam was decidedly about to flow into his underwear and sputtered through an apology as quickly as he could.
    “Imsorrysorrysorrysorrypleaseletmepee! Iwontdoitagain!” His mother relented and moved from the doorway allowing Adam to rush in and slam the door behind her.
    “Some day that’s going to get you in serious trouble!” Kathy shouted after him.
    Adam was not a stranger to accidentally riding the fine line between warm underwear and proper relief. As such, after closing the bathroom door he initiated an emergency maneuver he had gotten into the habit of using to help avoid a very wet catastrophic failure: Adam found that in the last critical seconds of a pee emergency it was too much to attempt peeing through his fly and as such his solution was to forgo it entirely. Adam immediately slid his underwear down to the ground to join his jeans, leaving him bare bottomed in the bathroom and inches away from relief.
    Adam desperately hopped from the entry side of the bathroom to where he finally would be able to let loose the waters trapped inside him. However with Adam’s relief in sight and his lower half no longer having anything between them and open air the signal from Adam’s brain to drain his bladder came across much too soon and he began to whiz into his own hands. Leaving a trail behind him Adam finally made it to the porcelain bowl in front of him and hurriedly redirected his stream from himself to the water below his bare body.
    Loosening the grip on his wet hose Adam aimed his stream downward and breathed a final breath of relaxation as a the warm jet exiting his body picked up in strength. And as Adam’s spout continued to recycle the water back into the system he had originally taken it from the first link in his upcoming chain of events locked into place. Unbeknownst to Adam this would be the last proper potty break he would take in the next twenty four hours. That said, it would not be the last time his spout would spring a leak, just the last time it would be aimed at a toilet. Such is the crux of this story.
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    SeriousSly got a reaction from wetthebedagain in Desperately Exposed   
    Chapter 1: Set in Motion
     
    It began on a warm Spring night, as darkness encroached on the fleeting rays of late day sun. As with so many stories of this kind a chain of events, some entirely preventable and others not, were inconspicuously set in motion. This time it would be in the quiet suburban town of Smithville just past 9pm. The first link in that chain slid into place in the Lyon household as the Lyons’ son, Adam, swung open his bedroom door and immediately made a beeline for a different, smaller room in the house.
    Adam typically went to bed around 9pm each night however before that his preferred method of unwinding after a long school day was playing video games. Given the limited amount of time he had each night to play video games Adam had developed a penchant for trying to maximize potential gaming time by minimizing any disruptions to his recreational time. This meant that after dinner each night Adam would typically barricade himself in his room with snacks and a very large bottle of water so he would not need to leave and interrupt his gaming time until it was time for bed. This also meant of course that after hours of gaming in his bedroom, his 9pm bedtime was also the time of Adam’s final, typically very needed, potty break.
    Indeed, just as so much spring water had flowed out of the spout of Adam’s water bottle and into him, he now found himself in a position wherein his own personal spout was now nearly attempting to flow it’s own spring out of his body. Dashing down the hallway Adam kept one hand gripped on his spout through his pants while internally begging the spring not to flow into his own jeans but instead to wait just until he was in position over the toilet bowl so that his stream could connect with another body of water. It wouldn’t be too much longer now. He proved to himself just how close relief was by unbuttoning his jeans and lowering his zipper as he rounded the hallway corner to the room of his desire. Overcome with the thought of reaching his goal Adam did not even entertain the thought that there may have been one final obstacle in the way before promptly slamming into a wooden door at full speed with a thud.
    Rebounding from the sudden shock Adam involuntarily dropped his hands and for a fleeting moment a stream sprung forth from his boyhood, dampening small patches of his underwear as his spout swung free from his grip. Additionally, with it’s supports no longer in place Adam’s jeans fell to the ground leaving the boy dancing in his underwear trying desperately to turn off his personal tap.
    “Hey!” Adam shouted squeezing himself as hard as he could, “Who’s in there? I need to go!”
    “One moment!” Adam’s mom, Kathy, replied behind the door in a sing-song manner. After finishing drying her hands Kathy opened the bathroom door and was taken aback at the sight in front of her. Her son, nearly naked from the waist down and very obviously gripping his penis through damp briefs, was dancing from foot to foot – clearly on the verge of soaking her hallway carpet.
    “Mom please! I have to pee so bad!” Kathy did not looked amused. She crossed her arms and shot the boy a look.
    “What have I told you about waiting to the last second?” Adam was decidedly about to flow into his underwear and sputtered through an apology as quickly as he could.
    “Imsorrysorrysorrysorrypleaseletmepee! Iwontdoitagain!” His mother relented and moved from the doorway allowing Adam to rush in and slam the door behind her.
    “Some day that’s going to get you in serious trouble!” Kathy shouted after him.
    Adam was not a stranger to accidentally riding the fine line between warm underwear and proper relief. As such, after closing the bathroom door he initiated an emergency maneuver he had gotten into the habit of using to help avoid a very wet catastrophic failure: Adam found that in the last critical seconds of a pee emergency it was too much to attempt peeing through his fly and as such his solution was to forgo it entirely. Adam immediately slid his underwear down to the ground to join his jeans, leaving him bare bottomed in the bathroom and inches away from relief.
    Adam desperately hopped from the entry side of the bathroom to where he finally would be able to let loose the waters trapped inside him. However with Adam’s relief in sight and his lower half no longer having anything between them and open air the signal from Adam’s brain to drain his bladder came across much too soon and he began to whiz into his own hands. Leaving a trail behind him Adam finally made it to the porcelain bowl in front of him and hurriedly redirected his stream from himself to the water below his bare body.
    Loosening the grip on his wet hose Adam aimed his stream downward and breathed a final breath of relaxation as a the warm jet exiting his body picked up in strength. And as Adam’s spout continued to recycle the water back into the system he had originally taken it from the first link in his upcoming chain of events locked into place. Unbeknownst to Adam this would be the last proper potty break he would take in the next twenty four hours. That said, it would not be the last time his spout would spring a leak, just the last time it would be aimed at a toilet. Such is the crux of this story.
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    SeriousSly reacted to Apan in A Socially Distant Easter   
    I'd love to read a follow-up with Sloan where she's not among family and - most importantly - where she ends up not making it. Can't help it, but I always find it such a blue-balled downer to read a really exciting desperation buildup that doesn't end in a glorious accident. Maybe an exam situation could be in order? Or some kind of museum tour or something with a preceding bus journey? She's in college after all.
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    SeriousSly got a reaction from 8008135 in Desperately Exposed   
    Chapter 4: Won’t
     
    Stepping into the classroom Keri and Adam finally parted ways given that they sat on opposite ends of the room and so, with a wave and a smile from her, Adam was left to find his seat and await role call. He thought briefly about asking his homeroom teacher for permission to visit the boy’s room but decided against it on two accounts. First of course, Keri would see this and for sure know that he needed to pee. Not cool. Secondly, given the homeroom period only lasted for about ten minutes most teachers did not allow breaks and besides, Adam could hold it for that long.
    Sitting at his desk Adam mentally began rerunning the previous thirty minutes of his life in his head with a dreamy happiness. He had gotten to spend all that time talking with his school crush, and he hadn’t even had to approach her! Truly, the boy felt lucky to have his day be on such a positive track already and it had hardly even begun yet. Today, Adam decided, would be his day – today he would start seeing Keri more often, he would join The Eco-Club just to be sure of it.
    “Mr. Lyon?” The homeroom teacher called out.
    “Not here!” He joked back to the bemusement of no one, except, in the corner of the room… was that? Was Keri smiling, even just slightly?
    Oh yeah, today would be different. Adam could feel it.
    But that wasn’t the only thing Adam felt, and as if on cue, he was reminded of a feeling down below his belt, existing right behind the proof of his male gender, connected to it in fact: his bladder. The organ stirred as it again began to feel drip drip drip of liquid being added to it despite not having been given the chance to empty what had already accumulated inside of it prior. Indeed, the urge Adam felt was beginning to grow… but it was still manageable. He could still focus on other matters but he was starting to get regular reminders that pressure was building. No matter, he’d be able to relieve it in just a few minutes now.
    Curiously Adam also noticed he was having a tough time sitting still, but not because of the pressure inside him. His hands themselves were shaking just very slightly and could not hold still. In fact, Adam’s entire body felt like it was vibrating, just a little. The boy was not a frequent coffee drinker by any means, in fact truthfully that had been the first time he had drunk that much of the stuff, but given the amount of sugar that had likely been put in it had been surprisingly pleasant. Adam surmised this must be the effects of the cup he had when sitting with Keri. To be honest he kind of liked the buzz though and wondered if coffee would have any other effects on him…
    The bell rang simultaneously signaling the end of homeroom and the beginning of another chance for Adam to locate a bathroom and give his spout the go ahead to release and flow it’s warm, watery contents against the nearest awaiting urinal. To that end, Adam tried to be cognizant of any potential distractions which would prevent him from that goal and despite wanting to talk more with Keri he instead got out of his desk and immediately started walking to the door instead. With an impressive amount of decisiveness Adam managed to be one of the first students out the door of homeroom and set down the hall toward his first morning class: Film and Media Studies.
    This class was Adam’s favorite class of his entire school career, it was taught by the most laid back teacher in school, Mr. G, and consisted primarily of watching films and TV and then discussing them at length – some of Adam’s favorite things. Additionally, as an added perk for Adam today, the classroom itself was right next to a set of bathrooms so he reasoned that he would be able to get in his potty break and get to class with time to spare. It was a plan that fell together so well in front of Adam he was convinced the universe was smiling at him again today. And with his hopes up he plodded his way down hallway after hallway, weaving in and out of students and teachers, until he finally arrived at his destination.
    And as Adam put forward his hand to push open the door leading to his porcelain relief a scene very similar to one that had occurred the night before played out almost in repeat. Adam thunked right into the door and bounced right off it. The door seemed unimpressed and didn’t even budge. The boy tried again, pushing with both hands this time but still nothing. Taking a quick moment to reassess and clear his mind he quickly realized what was wrong and let out a frustrated sigh: the door had a piece of paper taped to it which read, “Out of Order”.
    The blue stick figure on the door seemed to almost be mocking him. It stood there as the universal symbol for where a boy in need could find relief, a place where Adam would be free to expose his spout to the outside air and let it rain down it’s contents for as long as it wanted, a place for Adam to ensure his shorts would not be caught in that deluge when it finally did happen – and it was all a sham. The thought of the toilets and urinals all lying empty on the other side of this unmoving door toyed with him, but he shook his head, he could not think of that right now. Right now, he needed to reassess.
    The closest other restroom would be the ones he originally passed with Keri on the way to homeroom this morning. Those were about a three minute walk from here, and after giving himself a conservative one minute in the bathroom Adam figured that with a three minute walk back there was absolutely no way he would be on time for class. In fact, he would likely be around ten minutes late at that point. Conversely though, given how chill Mr. G was Adam doubted very much that he would actually care and could definitely get away with it. Well, that was the best plan Adam saw in front of him currently and as much as it pained him to be late to Film and Media Studies specifically it seemed like a good move to finally relieve himself of this growing issue. But that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.
    Oh, how unfair! His favorite class and he would miss even part of it, just because of an inconvenient urge! Adam had been bested by orange juice and coffee it seemed, maybe his mom had been right, maybe it was childish to hold it even this long, it was humiliating to even think about. Adam sadly began walking a couple steps back toward where he had just come from and then… he decided to stop.
    No. This was his day. And he would spend it the way he wanted. And during his single favorite class of the day that meant not missing a single second, for any reason, even and especially not for something as trivial as a little tinkle that he really didn’t need anyway. His mom was wrong and Adam was an adult who could make his own decisions and hold his pee. He wasn’t desperate by a long shot, did he want to pee? Sure. But did he need to pee? Absolutely not. His spout could contain the waters inside him and he could easily last the forty-five minute period. To be blunt, Adam’s golden stream could wait, the discussion of this year’s Golden Globes could not.
    Determined, Adam turned around and walked straight back to the classroom for his first period as his little spout nagged at him slightly. He ignored it and willed it to continue resisting any urges being sent by his bladder. As Adam walked back to the class he saw Mr. G hanging outside the class door as he often did before the start of the period.
    “Morning Adam!”
    “Morning Mr. G!”
    As Adam walked by Mr. G stopped him for a second.
    “Hey just checking in, you ok, Adam? I saw you pushing on the bathroom door before class started. Bummer they’re out of order.” Embarrassment flooded the boy’s cheeks and he came up with a lie as quickly as he could:
    “Yeah totally fine! I just uh, thought that I uh, left something in there accidentally yesterday and was trying to check!”
    “Oh… ok! Sorry to hear about that man, maybe check the lost and found too?”
    “Will do Mr. G – thanks for the suggestion!”
    And with that Adam sat down in his seat just as the period bell rang to signal the start of first period. He mentally took stock of how he was doing in the tinkle department: so far to pee was still a want, not a need, and he anticipated it would stay that way through this period. Had he been at home gaming he wouldn’t have stopped yet and so that was a good indicator for him that he had things under control. He had held back much more before, so what was another forty-five minutes on the clock? Confidently Adam sat forward, eager to hear everything his teacher had to say. Bladder unrelieved. Another event locked in place.
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    SeriousSly got a reaction from WetagainDonGen in The Institute - How to Become a Bedwetter   
    Hey all! Does anyone by chance remember reading a really great post on a website called The Institute that taught you how to become a bedwetter? It used to be available at this link: http://institute.homeip.net/Texts/How To Become A Bed Wetter.txt
     
    But at some point the site went down. I've checked all the way back machine archives and such but that page wasn't archived. I'm making this post here in the vague hope someone else archived the page and has it.
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    SeriousSly got a reaction from LittleNilla in Desperately Exposed   
    Chapter 1: Set in Motion
     
    It began on a warm Spring night, as darkness encroached on the fleeting rays of late day sun. As with so many stories of this kind a chain of events, some entirely preventable and others not, were inconspicuously set in motion. This time it would be in the quiet suburban town of Smithville just past 9pm. The first link in that chain slid into place in the Lyon household as the Lyons’ son, Adam, swung open his bedroom door and immediately made a beeline for a different, smaller room in the house.
    Adam typically went to bed around 9pm each night however before that his preferred method of unwinding after a long school day was playing video games. Given the limited amount of time he had each night to play video games Adam had developed a penchant for trying to maximize potential gaming time by minimizing any disruptions to his recreational time. This meant that after dinner each night Adam would typically barricade himself in his room with snacks and a very large bottle of water so he would not need to leave and interrupt his gaming time until it was time for bed. This also meant of course that after hours of gaming in his bedroom, his 9pm bedtime was also the time of Adam’s final, typically very needed, potty break.
    Indeed, just as so much spring water had flowed out of the spout of Adam’s water bottle and into him, he now found himself in a position wherein his own personal spout was now nearly attempting to flow it’s own spring out of his body. Dashing down the hallway Adam kept one hand gripped on his spout through his pants while internally begging the spring not to flow into his own jeans but instead to wait just until he was in position over the toilet bowl so that his stream could connect with another body of water. It wouldn’t be too much longer now. He proved to himself just how close relief was by unbuttoning his jeans and lowering his zipper as he rounded the hallway corner to the room of his desire. Overcome with the thought of reaching his goal Adam did not even entertain the thought that there may have been one final obstacle in the way before promptly slamming into a wooden door at full speed with a thud.
    Rebounding from the sudden shock Adam involuntarily dropped his hands and for a fleeting moment a stream sprung forth from his boyhood, dampening small patches of his underwear as his spout swung free from his grip. Additionally, with it’s supports no longer in place Adam’s jeans fell to the ground leaving the boy dancing in his underwear trying desperately to turn off his personal tap.
    “Hey!” Adam shouted squeezing himself as hard as he could, “Who’s in there? I need to go!”
    “One moment!” Adam’s mom, Kathy, replied behind the door in a sing-song manner. After finishing drying her hands Kathy opened the bathroom door and was taken aback at the sight in front of her. Her son, nearly naked from the waist down and very obviously gripping his penis through damp briefs, was dancing from foot to foot – clearly on the verge of soaking her hallway carpet.
    “Mom please! I have to pee so bad!” Kathy did not looked amused. She crossed her arms and shot the boy a look.
    “What have I told you about waiting to the last second?” Adam was decidedly about to flow into his underwear and sputtered through an apology as quickly as he could.
    “Imsorrysorrysorrysorrypleaseletmepee! Iwontdoitagain!” His mother relented and moved from the doorway allowing Adam to rush in and slam the door behind her.
    “Some day that’s going to get you in serious trouble!” Kathy shouted after him.
    Adam was not a stranger to accidentally riding the fine line between warm underwear and proper relief. As such, after closing the bathroom door he initiated an emergency maneuver he had gotten into the habit of using to help avoid a very wet catastrophic failure: Adam found that in the last critical seconds of a pee emergency it was too much to attempt peeing through his fly and as such his solution was to forgo it entirely. Adam immediately slid his underwear down to the ground to join his jeans, leaving him bare bottomed in the bathroom and inches away from relief.
    Adam desperately hopped from the entry side of the bathroom to where he finally would be able to let loose the waters trapped inside him. However with Adam’s relief in sight and his lower half no longer having anything between them and open air the signal from Adam’s brain to drain his bladder came across much too soon and he began to whiz into his own hands. Leaving a trail behind him Adam finally made it to the porcelain bowl in front of him and hurriedly redirected his stream from himself to the water below his bare body.
    Loosening the grip on his wet hose Adam aimed his stream downward and breathed a final breath of relaxation as a the warm jet exiting his body picked up in strength. And as Adam’s spout continued to recycle the water back into the system he had originally taken it from the first link in his upcoming chain of events locked into place. Unbeknownst to Adam this would be the last proper potty break he would take in the next twenty four hours. That said, it would not be the last time his spout would spring a leak, just the last time it would be aimed at a toilet. Such is the crux of this story.
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    SeriousSly reacted to Anja in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    Then you live in a crappy country with a crappy justice system. This isn't far from being arrested for not wearing a hijab in public. Even if you were interested, that shouldn't be a crime, as long as you didn't follow up on that interest. Sounds like the thought police in 1984.
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    SeriousSly reacted to Anja in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    I just wanted to defend this girl. Not what anyone might do to her. 😞
    As long as she doesn't post anything about herself, she is in the privacy and safety of her home. Now please leave me alone with this. I feel bad about this thread.
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    SeriousSly reacted to Chosen One in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    You say you don't encourage it. But it is still a fetish which is adult content. 18+. If a 13 year old wants to "explore her sexuality", then she needs to do it in the privacy and safety of her own home and not on the internet. You defending her being online and having grown ass adults following her is a dangerous line.
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    SeriousSly reacted to wilbob76 in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    Ma'am, I've been nothing but respectful to you. The fact that you are ok with with adults being on the sexual kink social media account of a 13 year old and now the fact that you think this has something to do with gender or harassment tells me you have major issues. Most of those issues are probably no fault of your own and you were dealt a rough hand in life. I'm seriously sorry those things happened to you. Please seek therapy so that you can heal and have a better life. You have some major issues that need to be dealt with and there is no way possible they aren't majorly effecting your life away from this forum in a negative way.
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    SeriousSly reacted to Anja in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    And since that didn't have any consequences, it proofs my point about the true nature of this community. But when did toxic men ever reflect on themselves? Of course an opinionated woman should seek therapy. She can't be healthy if she's giving backtalk and calls you out on your harassment.
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    SeriousSly reacted to wilbob76 in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    I never said you are a child molester. I actually said I would give you the benefit of the doubt and believe you were completely innocent. I also didn't say you follow her or any other account.  I don't think anything I have done violates any rules so please feel free to report me. I promise you that I have been reported for much worse here. I'm sorry that has been your experience and I wish you all the best in life too! That's why I said that you should seek therapy.
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    SeriousSly reacted to Anja in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    I did not follow such an account. You exposed her, told her to delete her accounts and invited others to report her account so she might be banned. You basically deny her right to explore herself, and that is what I was criticizing. I don't care if you or anyone else follows her account, which is NO encouragement to do so. I also don't care what you think about me, but I begin to realize the true nature of this community is much less open and tolerant, and much more misogynistic, than it presented itself when I wrote my introduction. Yes, I did have to hide my kinks at a young age, because of my parents and because of people like you. I wasn't ashamed, but I was forced to suppress them. Now this girl made a mistake that will probably result in her losing her account. Another reminder for her, that the world won't accept her the way she is. If you wanted to protect her, you should have reminded her of the dangers that come with engaging in such communitys and that she should never give out any personal information to anyone.
    I will not discuss this further. If you continue your personal attacks against me, especially by pretending that I'm a child molester, you will be blocked, and I will report your posts to the administrators. If that doesn't help, I will leave. Just in case you need a reminder who it is, that's making this site unsafe for me. I see two toxic guys attacking a female on instagram and now me. I DID NOT encourage sexual child abuse, nor would I ever do that! I'm NOT interested in sexual activity with minors, and I don't need therapy for voicing an opinion.
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    SeriousSly reacted to wilbob76 in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    Ma'am, I don't think you realize how creepy you sound trying to defend knowingly following a sexual kink account of a 13 year old. It makes me wonder several things about you and most of them are bad. But I don't know you so I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and guess that you probably were made to feel ashamed of having this kink at a young age and that memory is why you are having such a reaction to this and it is completely innocent on your part. You can see me DM history with her since I posted it(and now I'm super glad I did!) and you can see that I sent her no inappropriate messages or pics. There is no guilt on my part because I have nothing to feel guilty about. 90%+ of the people in this forum DO NOT want to be following an underage kink account, regardless of whether or not it posts original content . That is why I posted her account name because there was no other way for people to know if they are following it or not, I'm not trying shame her. I figured there is a good chance some are following her since it showed that several of the insta accounts I follow also follow her. I don't know how long you have been on kink social media but I have had a nsfw twitter account for almost 2 years now. I have seen grown women run off of it due to harassment on more than 1 occasion. Kink internet sites are barely safe for adults. They are not safe at all for 13 year olds. You are probably correct about her just making a new account if this one gets banned but we should still try our best to protect her since she is a child. Tbh, out of all the things I have ever posted on this site, I would have thought that a post basically saying "don't follow this 13 year olds sexual kink account" would have no controversy. Again, I'm begging you to please seek therapy. If you are ok with knowingly following a 13 year olds sexual kink social media account then something is wrong and you need help! And I mean that sincerely.
    Thank you TV Guy. I figured most everyone would appreciate the warning.
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    SeriousSly reacted to Anja in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    Which I didn't do.
    Which I didn't do, he didn't do, and she didn't post. Be careful with your accusations.
    Following an instagram account is not a crime. If you need an explicit warning to not abuse a child, your moral compass is already flawed. Normal people feel when what they are doing is wrong and paedos deliberately cross this line. You won't end up in jail for sexual child abuse if that isn't what you were doing.
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    SeriousSly reacted to Anja in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    No, I don't have a problem with it, because it harms neither me nor her. I'm not attracted to it either, which seemingly does not apply to you, because you were following her and obviously liked her content, so please don't try to turn it around!  "I didn't know" is just a lame excuse to ease your guilt. But as long as you didn't follow her *because* she is 13, didn't send her dick pics or engange with her in any other way, there's no need for you to feel guilty. Remember that child protection rules exist to protect children from being exploited by adults. Actually you don't know the age anyone on the internet, not even on this site, because no one has gone through an ID check when they signed up. But everyone created their accounts out of their own free will without the advice of anyone that might have wanted to take advantage of them. On that subject, as long as you don't post any personally identifyable information, the internet is probably the safest place in the world. You don't need to follow her, but she has the same right as any of us to explore her kinks. Anyone here who didn't watch porn before being 18? Please raise your hands.
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    SeriousSly reacted to wilbob76 in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    Please see the screenshots. I don't know if any of you follow her. It showed that several people I follow also follow her. I had no idea she was a minor so I'm sure many others don't either. I highly recommend blocking her if you are following. May also want to report the account. She didn't post any original content but still not a good idea to follow her.
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    SeriousSly reacted to wilbob76 in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    None of that was a conversation. I'm not shaming her at all. If you read what I said to her, I wished her the best, and I meant it! This is a friendly warning to my fellow pervs in the omo community not to follow this person because she is 13. I wish someone would have warned me before I followed her. If you don't have a problem with following a 13 year old sexual kink account then you need to see a therapist soon! And the point I was making about her not posting original content is that no one would have any idea she is 13 because we never saw her.
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    SeriousSly reacted to Anja in Friendly warning, this omo instagram user is 13.   
    If you have a problem with her, just leave her alone. What's your problem, that you need to shame her? People don't suddenly become sexual beings when they get 18. She didn't post any original content, so no problem there. If you get her account banned, she will just create a new one. You don't even know if she was talking the truth. I'm also pretty sure that it is against the rules to screenshot and publish a private conversation. You are the one who is doing wrong here.
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