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  1. There is plenty of anecdotal evidence that girls pee their panties in class far more often than boys pee their pants. In fact a lot of people, including myself, never saw a boy pee his pants in class or a school bus. Now given that bladder size is the same, why should that be? I have my own theories on that, but I am very interested in what the rest of you think? Thanks
  2. Warning: in addition to Omo, this story has BDSM elements and implicated bullying, but no rape. So if you're squeamish about those and/or under 18, I suggest clicking off the story. Also, there's one disclaimer: everyone in Golden Gushes and Burgundy Buttocks is at least 18 years of age. If you haven't already read the previous entry, Theory of a Wet Boy, I suggest you go do that first to get familiar with the other characters. Without further ado, please enjoy the story. Characters: Valentine Hailey; her fan base; Noel Johnson, George "It was a dark and stormy night..." is what I WOULD say if it weren't three o'clock PM on a drizzling Thursday. I mean, the school day just ended for these relatively young students! And today was the third meeting of the school's art club. George entered the club's main HQ. He looked around, and the meeting was obviously taking place in an art classroom. There were TONS of art supplies, the majority of which was coloring material. But what George didn't realize at first glance was that the club's members were all girls! They eyed him with heavy suspicion. It then got to his mind: he was in the wrong place! "Ahahahaha... sorry, ladies," he whimpered. "I didn't know this was a no-boys-allowed group. Hehehe." One of the sleepier members stood up. "We don't tolerate males here," she yawned. "It's a hidden rule of Valentine Hailey's loyal throng." "Loyal throng?! Wha- wait a m-m-minute! Isn't that-" Another member, this one more awake, banged the table she was sitting at like she were Phoenix Wright. "I wouldn't call it that," she proudly stated. "More like a dedicated fan group. And-" she pointed at the sleepy girl- "like Riley here said, this club is not for men. It's a holy place for WOmen." "Sorry, Charlie," Riley droned, still having trouble keeping her eyes open. "But if you don't leave now before Hailey returns, then I guess you're going to be mentally scarred for life, because she isn't nearly as merciful as we are." "O-o-o-okay," George stuttered. "I'll just go to the bathroom and be on my way-" Then, a new girl appeared outside the room. She looked like she meant business here, with a nurse's apron on her. "Attention, puh-lease!" she boomed. "I have found and captured..." she pulled another boy in- "the perpetrator!" Everyone gasped. This boy had handcuffs on him, but that's not what concerned the people already there. This boy was wearing a maid outfit! (He was a crossdresser.) "His name is Noel Johnson, and he loves, LOVES, LOOOOOVES to watch us girls undress. What a sick, twisted, perverted [redacted], am I right? "And who is that?" She pointed at George. "Uhh, hi. I'm George Lee." He tried to hold in his pee. "Nice to meet you all-" "That's enough. I'm satisfied. We're satisfied. And you two aren't going anywhere!" She forced Noel further into the room, entered it herself, then *beep boop boop beep* closed and locked the door behind her, sealing the only exit George had. "Uh oh... Spaghetti-o's," Riley sang to herself repeatedly. "Now then," the new girl announced, "for those of you who don't know, I am the one and only superstar leader of this club..." George grimly thought, "Is this the Hailey that Riley talked about? If so, I'm doomed!" "... Valentine... Hailey." George screamed as he ran to the door. He tried to unlock it, but *bzzzzzzt* the door wouldn't open! "Uh... George," Noel mustered the courage to speak, "you can't leave. Neither of us can leave until the boss lady says so." "Eh?! But I have to pee!" George tried to retort. Hailey pushed Noel to the side and smirked towards George. "I personally don't care about that, Curious George. Now, if you really need to go, just use a watercolor jar as your urinal." "But that'll just stink up this place! And it's unsanitary!" "I. Do. Not. Give. A. Flying. [Redacted]... about what excuses you come up with, because in the end, you have two choices: hold it in until you burst in your leg wear, or release it all now in one of our watercolor jars. Students like us face this dilemma every time we use them." "You wouldn't like the smell, would you?!" "That may be true. However, right now, we can all hear the rain splattering on the windows..." and as if on cue, the drizzle outside turned into a downpour! "Uuuuwwaaaaaaaaaa!!!" George's bladder turned rock hard in a split second. "Fine! I'll pee in the jars. Just show me where they are and I can show you my downstairs." "Wait a minute... downstairs means... Bleah!" Hailey exclaimed in disgust. "I changed my mind, George. You might be cute on the outside, with your black hair and flame-red eyes, but inside, you're disgusting, you're perverted, and if you can't hold it in any longer, it's not my fault you decided your actions." "Hailey, I'm sorry! It was an accident! *to himself* I thought she'd like to take a peek like Tracy did that one night! *to Hailey* Just please let me go to the bathroom, then I'll suffer whatever might be next on your schedule!" "First off, as a wise cartoon character once said, 'there are no accidents.' Second off, no matter how much you beg, we're not letting you leave to take care of your business. Just try to hold it in. It's that simple." "Yes, that's right, George," Noel reflected. "The women are setting up the glitter torture for you and I. There's nothing either of us can do." "Wait," said Hailey. "How did Noel learn about our signature message to boys?" "I heard from a friend of a friend of mine." "Okay, Noel. Why don't you tell Curious George what's going to transpire onto him? If you don't, he'll watch you go through it first." "The only thing I know is the name. Everything else is speculation and bias." "...All right. George, since Noel here couldn't explain it, we'll show it to you just so you know what to expect." George gulped. Was Noel going to be fed glitter against his will? Was Hailey doing to make his life flash before his eyes in a can of paint?! "Don't worry," she reassured George. "It's quite simple, and the only thing we'll hurt is your boyish [redacted] ass. That's what perverts deserve, right?" The girls all agreed. "Okay. Let's get started." Hailey pulled down Noel's pants and boxers. His crotch was nothing special, just a dick and balls. She then undid Noel's handcuffs, but he made no effort to escape. Instead, he accepted his butt's fate as she tied his hands to a rope. Riley got some glitter, and Hailey sprinkled it all over Noel's butt cheeks. Then... *THWAP* Noel was spanked. George couldn't believe his eyes or ears. *THWAP* Another hard slap on Noel's butt. George closed his eyes and covered his ears despite his bladder's obviously throbbing pain. The *THWAPS* became faster and faster until Noel's butt was painted rose red from all the impacts his butt took. "Just as I expected," he said. "It smarts down there. And it would pain me to sit down." "George, you're up next!" exclaimed Hailey. "You can't do that to me!" squealed George. "Uh, yes we can. We did it to Noel, and he's not even the first one to have his [redacted] ass beat. I don't think you'll be the last, but I want to say I'll try not to do this again." They tied his hands up considerably far from Noel, who was freed. "Noooo!" screamed George. "I can't hold it iiiiiinnnnnnnn!!" Hailey snorted. "You really think your current plight is gonna help you get out of this?! Ha! I'd like to see you try in bondage!" And then... ... *pssssssshhhhhh* "Ohhhhhh... noooooooo..." George cried as he wet himself in front of the whole club and Noel. This was NOT going to end happily ever after for George, considering Tracy wasn't here to cheer him up! Noel easily looked away, but the others just couldn't take their eyes off him. They were all mesmerized and amazed by the cacophony of a grown boy bawling and urine dripping from where he stood. All except Hailey. Her bladder gave up too, for some reason. She started tearing up. "He's crying?!" she asked herself. "Why?! That's not fair! He was supposed to sigh in relief and revel in his feelings until the glitter torture began! I could've enjoyed watching his face turn from happy to scared [redacted]!" She wept to herself after having her expectations defied. *drip, drip* "Ohhhh... waaaahh..." George was mortified by all this. He just wanted to go home and cry himself to sleep after the glitter torture. "George," Hailey confessed, "I'm sorry for making you cry. I really am, and I take back all the mean things I said to you. The glitter torture will not happen this day or ever again. It'd just make you sadder. And from now on, you are allowed in the art club." Everyone protested against her heartfelt decision. "But he's a pervert!" "The teachers would definitely be suspicious of the art club, if they're not already suspecting us of committing BDSM!" "What about Noel? He would be able to join if he doffed the maid dress!" "Somebody touched my fanny!" The protests went on and on. "Well, this is unusual," sighed Noel. "I think we'll be here for a long time..." Hailey couldn't take it anymore. "Everyone, stop talking!" she yelled. "I have made my choice, and that's final! The club is dismissed!" Other members went, "Awwwww!!" "Man," Riley lamented, "if only we could have one day where no perverts came near Hailey..." "Well, Riley," said Hailey, "consider your thirst for vengeance quenched. I will now deal with perverts in another room..." "The bathroom?" asked George. "No, the girls' locker room. It's where we undress." Hailey untied George, and they were the first ones out of the club. All the other girls followed them to the main parking lot. Noel stood there alone, in melancholy contemplation. ... When George and the girls made it to the main parking lot, he tried to hide his and Hailey's wet spots. "I really am so sorry," whispered Hailey, "for what happened earlier today. I love you, and I will do anything to stop you from crying." "If you couldn't forgive me," George responded, "how could I ever forgive you?" "Fair point. Though I don't want to go through that ever again. Promise?" "Uhhh... I... promise?" Then she kissed him, unintentionally grossing out the other girls. "Kissing spreads germs, you know!" Riley said. George replied, "One friend of mine always said that handshakes spread germs faster. So a kiss is healthier, if more crass." And that's a fact. The End.
  3. Here's the 3d animation I just recently found on danbooru.donmai.us. Thanks to Rustle for the art

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  4. I wondered what the problem was; I mulled over this thought in the same way I contemplated the pressure in my bladder, as if it were some distant concept instead of an actual issue I needed to worry about. Desperation, as far as I knew, was not a “normal” sensation, hence there must have been a problem since I was feeling that way. The question, then, is what the problem was. It was drizzling outside, but that should not have been a problem, as it was the last lesson on a Thursday afternoon, and after that I would be free. Psychology should not be the problem either; it was not exactly my favourite subject, yet it was a discipline I did enjoy. No, something else must be stopping me from relieving myself. I knew I should have planned better, but I was a terrible planner, as one could tell from my unintelligible notes and messy folders. It had been a humid day, no sunlight but the temperature was bringing out enough sweat from you to remind you that late spring, or early summer, was there after all. I had been keeping myself hydrated and had not bothered to use the toilet, or indeed do anything at all, the entire afternoon. My bodily functions were secondary to me these days, as my thoughts were on somewhere else, constantly, a nagging sensation no less distracting than my aching bladder at the moment. “......And if you don’t start practicing planning your essay now,” his voice came from the front of the classroom, “I guess you’re gonna pay the price when you sit the exam less than two months from now.” I recrossed my legs and shifted in my seat for the umpteenth time. Guess I’m paying the price now, I thought. It had started as a moderate need to use the toilet when class started, only to increase steadily as time crawled forward, as the pressure gradually built up to a level that was enough to distract me from what he was saying - the last thing I wanted. Letting out a little sigh I made an almost physical effort to pay attention to the lesson. I hated the fact that I was desperate in his lesson; I resented it, in fact. Not that I had always been the kind of no-nonsense diligent student who work their ass off; one simple fact was that I had not done my Psychology homework yesterday, and he had already told me off earlier in the lesson when he was walking around the classroom checking our work. I glanced at his figure again, and bit my lip hard. He would not be here for long. We all knew. We all knew after the news leaked that he, one of the most popular teachers at our school, would be moving on to pastures new after the school year was over. Well, the school year was not far from over, and here I was, letting a lesson of his slip into the dark unfathomed realm of desperation. That stupid mind of mine was still trying to work out what the problem was, though. A drop of sweat fell onto my Psychology textbook and I realised that my forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat; I was definitely at a stage where I would have asked to use the toilet had it been any other teacher’s lesson. I did not, though, and I wondered why. Although I enjoyed Psychology it was not exactly my favourite subject, and although I admired and appreciated him a lot, I did not have what people call a “crush” on him (as I did on another teacher; that was another story though). Something was stopping me from raising my hand, and god knows what the heck it was. He made a funny comment on something, and the class roared with laughter. I managed to use their mirth as a form of protective fog I was able to retreat into and regurgitate on memories, memories that seemed to flood my mind as urine flooded my bladder. I once sat beside him, early in the morning, on the bench next to the pond in the schoolyard, squirming uncomfortably for completely different reasons. He was one of the few people at school that found out my mental health issues, and decided to take the time that morning to talk about it with me and tell me that he had seen my potential. It took me by surprise. Utterly. I sat in his classroom three times a week and never really greeted him when I met him on the corridors, and had never expected him to pay attention to such an average, even slightly below average, student. When we ended the conversation he was smiling, the same warm smile on his face when he said something funny in a lesson or said “well done” to you after a test. And now he was leaving. My need to use the toilet pulled me back to reality. Leaving for the Philippines, I had heard - a country I knew as much about as I knew about quantum physics. I never was a hardworking student, and now I wanted to bang my head against the wall for every time I messed around in his lesson. I hated to be desperate at the moment because I wanted all my attention on the lesson, on Psychology, on him. I stubbornly refused to ask for permission because I did not wish to leave the classroom, no matter how loudly the lower half of my body was screaming at me to do so. What a paradox. I actually laughed a little as I worked the problem out, or thought I did. It suddenly came to me how quiet the class was; it turned out that he had put up a question on the board for the class to work on. I stole a quick glance around the room, made sure no one was watching, before hesitantly raising my hand. He walked towards me and asked what I needed, his voice gentle as ever, or as before, since there would not be a future. “Sir can I go to the toilet please?” I heard him say something about not having done my homework the previous day. I swallowed hard. “I......I didn’t do my homework yesterday because I’m on some new medication and I slept for eleven hours straight last night. I’m sorry.” He paused, and I thought I saw him swallow as hard as I did. “Yeah you may go. Be quick.” I stood up and rushed out. It was still drizzling, not hot, but not cool either; I felt myself leak a few drops into my panties not because of the chills the rain brought, but because of a surge of sheer lack of control. I got to the toilet, pulled down my pants, and as the torrent gushed out from my bladder, instead of the relief I was expecting, I felt calm. The kind of calmness that was powerful enough to engulf anything, even the relief of emptying a full bladder. I sat there, long after my stream had died down. Yeah - I had at last found what the problem was. I chose to suffer because I was scared, scared to voluntarily end something because I had been too engrossed in the anguish I felt from endings that were out of my control. But if ending something voluntarily marks the end of suffering, then why not - no matter it was relieving oneself or stopping oneself from being unable to let go of others and move on on one’s own. For a split second I felt like I could have burst into tears right there in the cubicle, but miraculously I did not. I went back to the classroom. The door was closed. I knocked, and he opened the door. Before I slipped into my seat he tapped my shoulder and whispered to me: “Next time if you need special consideration for your homework just let me know - it’s alright.” “Thank you.” I muttered. Shortly afterwards class was over. I did not bother to pack my Psychology textbook into my bag, held it close to my chest, before putting on my earphones. Still was the rain falling; it was just another drizzling Thursday afternoon, one day in the life of mine and him, of ends and beginnings. As I walked past the toilets I realised that the song in my earphones was one of my favourites, “Remember Your Smile” by Enya, and it had just reached its final lines: “Each one has a journey, That’s how it goes. Sometimes we’re together, Sometimes alone.”
  5. Aria Blaze will forever hate her school year after this. Thanks to Colon Stargrazer for the art (I don't know who made this, all I know is that the name starts with a C."
  6. View File PissJP - One-piece Swimsuit Wetting (No.1761) Indoor peeing in a swimsuit. Submitter Sweep Stakes Submitted 10/05/2021 Category Female  
  7. So I know I haven't posted in forever, I sort of forgot about this website to be perfectly honest....sorry guys! So when I was a senior, I was in a class with all girls. There were no guys in the class, so I was like "hell yeah" from the start. STORY 1: Well, one day this girl that I had sort of a crush on, we'll call her Ki, peed her pants a little. Ki had long, brown, straightened hair, she was probably 5'7'', and of normal build. This day, she had worn a green v-neck t-shirt, and black tights, to which her ass was covered by the back of her shirt. One day, my class and I were all sitting around, laughing up a storm about a video we were all watching. They kept playing it on repeat, and I'd have to say Ki was laughing the hardest out of everyone else. Earlier in class, she had asked to use the rest room. My teacher simply ignored her. She had said something along the lines of "I just have to pee, I'll be really quick!" Everyone in the class started laughing saying "Oh come on! She just has to pee!! She's gonna wet herself if you don't let her go!" Still, my teacher ignored her. So the girls are laughing it up, and laughing it up. Ki wasn't in her seat, she was standing so she could see the video on the phone. She was laughing so hard that she was squatting. Someone saw Ki laughing so hard, and cried, "She's going to pee her pants! She's gonna wet herself!" Ki was still laughing. She couldn't stop laughing. I saw her trying to cross her legs even though she was knelt down, squatting. Still laughing, she put her hand to her crotch. Meanwhile, I'm sitting there, watching all of this occur, knowing what's going to happen next. So, between laughs, Ki yelled, "Mrs. ____, can I please use the bathroom?! I need to pee!" Finally, my teacher granted her permission to go pee. But poor Ki had already began going before my teacher said she could. Still squatting, a small stream came dripping out of her tights, through her shirt that was covering up her ass, and onto the floor. Someone saw this, and yelled, "OH MY GOD SHE'S ACTUALLY PEEING HER PANTS! SHE'S WETTING HERSELF!!" Ki quickly stood up, and tried to run out of the classroom, while holding her crotch in an attempt to stop peeing. She was laughing even harder, which didn't help, so instead of running out of the classroom, she stayed in it until she regained control of her bladder. I saw urine dripping down her leggings, while the class was in hysterics laughing at what Ki did. A path of urine on the floor led up to right where she was standing. Ki's blushed, and her eyes welled up as she quickly ran out of the class. She came back a few minutes later, dry, except for the stain on the bottom of her shirt from where her ass had soaked up a lot of urine. She then had to clean up her own mess in front of everyone in the class. STORY 2 So in the same class, there was another girl, named Amber. Amber was short, long brown hair, and also of normal build. Her and I are good friends, and she is cute. She was wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt that day. [Note- this wasn't the same day, this was a while before Ki's accident] So Amber and I were chatting in class, and she had her legs crossed the entire time. When class actually started, my teacher began reading aloud a story for a lesson we had. I kept seeing Amber crossing and uncrossing her legs as my teacher read aloud to us. We weren't really allowed to interrupt because it would make everyone lose focus, so we would always have to wait until she was done with the lesson or story to ask to use the bathroom. Finally, towards the end of the period, my teacher finished. Amber raised her hand to ask to use the bathroom, but my teacher was too busy with talking with other students across the room to notice her. Amber was tapping her foot now, raising her hand urgently. I turned to her to have conversation with her, but she quickly said "I have to pee..." Having the soft voice that she has, me partially being deaf, and me making sure I heard that right, I said, "what?" " I have to pee so bad!! I'm going to piss everywhere!" "Then ask if you can go pee," I teased. She gave me a look, and raised her hand higher. She even called out my teacher's name, but she didn't hear her. "Ughhhh...." Amber moaned. She stood up and walked to her desk. "Can I PLEASE use the bathroom?!" My teacher looked at the time. My school had a rule where you aren't allowed to leave your class ten minutes before the end of the day, as too many kids would leave early to go to their cars and leave the school. "Nope, sorry, you can't wait ten minutes?" "It's an emergency! I'm going to pee all over myself!" Amber begged. "No sorry...." Amber returned to me as we chatted some more, but she only wanted to talk about how badly she needed to pee. "I've been holding it in all day long and I just really need to pee and I don't think I can hold it much longer!!" Five minutes went by, and she began pacing with her hand on her crotch. Another minute went by, and she was right by the door so she could run to the bathroom as soon as the bell rang. Another minute went by- 3 minutes before the bell- and she was now squatting to hold it in. "I actually can't hold it in any longer....literally I'm about to piss all over the place..." she groaned. I said to her, "you can't just hold it for like three minutes?" "No-ho-ho..." she said. A minute went by again, two minutes before the bell, and she said, "fuck it, I'm just going to piss..." and she began wetting her pants. She tried to contain it with having her hand on her crotch, but it overflowed, and poured all over the classroom floor, and all over the front of her thighs. It went all over her ass. At this point, she admitted defeat, spread her legs, and accepted the fact she was wetting. Some people stared, and others ignored it. An enormous puddle was at the bottom of her moccasins, with the puddle rippling from the drips going down her yoga pant legs. Her pants were drenched. I stayed after school with her as she wiped up the mess she made, embarrassed, but relieved from her bladder. I poked fun at her from it, but she didn't care too much since I was her friend.
  8. Well I've updated the Denise pees her panties story and finished it off. Plan to update and write few articles. Next story will be based on the first classroom pantie pee I ever saw totally from the poor girls perspective. Plan some surveys for the guys as well as follow up survey for the girls. My blog is at http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/ Do spread the words on other forums and to your pee buddies Thanks and Happy New Year Tess
  9. View File Omoani FHD/UHD Upscales This is the semi-complete Omoani video collection upscaled to 1080p FHD (and for a few videos, 4k UHD) format. This was done using deep convolutional neural networks (specifically waifu2x) with some additional post-processing to remove banding and other artifacts. Most of the original clips, which were originally 640x480, have been scaled up 2.25x to 1440x1080. A few of the most recent (higher quality) releases which were originally 720p have also been scaled up 3x to 4k UHD for those with hardware powerful enough to handle it, and 1080p HD for everyone else. This is also a semi-preview of a new feature that will be coming to OmoOrg's gallery Soon™. Eventually, our gallery system will be able to automatically upscale lower resolution image uploads in the same manner, with minimal loss in quality! Submitter Kirito Submitted 03/09/2017 Category Anime / Animated Clips
  10. This desperation experience goes back to when I was in middle school 7th grade. This is one of many desperate encounters I've had at this particular school. To begin, school was going as normal until our teacher had told us that we would be going to the gym for a special assembly. The assembly was to inform middle schoolers of the importance of being hydrated. The lady at the assembly had told us a story of a program she had created to raise awareness of the importance of being hydrated. She told us a story of her son being on a sports team and the boy would work very very hard at practice but didn't like to drink water. Well one time he got too hot at practice and became severely dehydrated and died. She continue to tell us the important of hydration and gave every person in the gym a water bottle so we could hydrate ourselves. Of course like any young kid would do especially in middle school they all wanted to fit in so everyone was using their cool new bottle and of course teachers were getting upset. Since all the kids were drinking out of these bottles, of course many students had to leave in the middle of class to use the bathroom. When I received my bottle, I was very excited to use it but wanted to wash it at home before I drank out of it. So I take the bottle home and wash it but the next couple of days I kept on forgetting at home. Finally on Friday, I remember to bring my bottle and was super excited to use it. Of course at this point teachers are fed up of being interrupted during a lesson with kids needs to go to the bathroom so they become more strict on when you go. So of course me as a young middle schooler did not think of the consequences of drinking all this water at school. The bottle held 16 oz and at the time was kinda big for a middle schooler. With no thought in mind, I spent the first half of the day drinking the water and ended up refilling 3 different time. By the time I approached the last hour of the day, desperation sat in as soon as the bell rung for class to start. I had to pee and I had to pee NOW. Of course at this point I start to panic, not only that I need to pee,but also what if my teacher tells me no. Today we were taking notes on a book and we would be taking notes for the majority of the period. I spent the first 10 minutes of class contemplating if I should ask her or not. After constantly having to bounce my leg I ask the teacher if I can go to the bathroom and she tell me "no you can wait we will be done with notes in a little bit". A little bit sounded like an eternity to me and was really taking a toll on my bladder. At this point, my bladder felt extremely full and my penis was starting to spurt from time to time. To make matters worse, I was wearing light gray athletic shorts and a light blue t shirt both of which would make it really noticeable if I began to wet myself. Everybody in my class was watching me and laughing because I had to be so bad it was embarrassing and cause me more stress to stay calm but hold back the dam that was inside of me. 10 more minutes pass and at the time that was the most desperate to pee I had ever experienced. Now looking back from today what I was holding was nothing but for a tween bladder that was quite a lot to hold. My teacher was now done talking an we had finished taking notes so I began to get up to ask her if I could go to the restroom and some other boy had gotten up and asked before me just to make me suffer. My stomached dropped I had never been so angry about not being able to pee that I almost began to cry. I asked my teacher if there was any way I could go to the restroom too and she said no only one person in the bathroom at the time. This made me so furiously that I went back to my desk and began to cry. I sat at my desk bouncing my legs, and was constantly spurting . To keep myself from peeing I had my hands in my pants grabbing my bare penis and squeezing the tip off like a water hose. Finally 5 minutes later the boy came back and saw me struggling to hold it and the whole class began to laugh. As soon as he returned I asked my teacher if I could go and she finally let me go. Getting up from my desk was a nightmare, because I was unable to stand up straight . I ran to the bathroom even though every step I took caused me to leak a little and in no time, I had finally made it to the bathroom. Whenever I arrived there was a boy that had just walked up to the urinal and was starting to unzip his pants. I make a mad dash to the urinal right beside him not even caring about proper urinal etiquette. Before I could get my penis out, my heavy thick stream was starting . My piss hit the water in the urinal so loud,it sounded like a waterfall. I pissed for almost a minute and the guy beside seemed very impressed . When I was finished he said "damn! You must of really had to piss... that was really hot" I explained to him what had happened and all he could do was give me a handshake and a congratulations as if I had won some kind of award. He was very impressed and said she would have to try a hold like that sometime. * I feel like school teachers are real dicks on letting kids go to the bathroom especially guys. I understand that girls have more reasons to be in the bathroom then boys... but we don't have infinite capacity bladders. I've noticed that I've seen more males desperate in class and denied a bathroom break then girls. Although I do enjoy watching men being desperate to pee I don't think it is fair to keep us boys in class and suffer.
  11. For MaggieZStar That pained look, it's smeared alł face, giving your class a good idea about the situation your in. Your eyes are slammed shut and drops of sweat begin to run down your face. Crossing your legs and squirming, you try to keep your bloated bladder in check, but with your hands firmly pressed against your skirt, it's quite obvious what's going to happen at any minute... As another wave of torture swipes at your bladder, your eyes spring wide open as tears begin to pour onto your desks. Like a plate of jelly, you wobble around and move uncontrollably and erratically, but continue to try holding back the pressure. Even through this immeasurable torment, you still hold on. Desperation lands another hit on you, causing more than a slight tinkle to escape, making a large puddle form on your seat. With your head hung in shame, muffled giggles start appearing from around the classroom as more people to change their attention to your suffering. Only moments from lunch, your mind continues to hold onto a false hope, begging and pleading for a miracle. But as you become aware of an impending pressure, your body is freezes in fear like a Medusa victim. Your bladder walls start to crack as little spouts of pee burst out at random, making a large, noticeable wet-spot appear in the center of your skirt. As you call for help, it's already too late... Your beaten bladder releases a titanic sized flood, hosing your seat in a warm liquid, overflowing and slamming against the floor loudly like hail on a car. The entire class gazes at you, watching in awe at your useless struggles. You feel the warm liquid gushing into your hands, coving them with your own juices. The classroom bursts into laughter, joking at your misery, shaming you with every name under the Sun. The teacher is helpless to stop the crowd, unable to save you from the mercy of your pupils, your life is over...
  12. Well I am up on Weeby http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/ And I have significantly rewritten Allison Pees Her Panties and it is longer and I believe more engaging. So do read it. It takes in the input I have gotten from you in my fiction survey. What is neat is that when the bell rings you can take part in the aftermath of her pantie pee by taking a survey where you can play out what you would say and do if you were her or a classmate. It also asks what you think of the story Enjoy. Next story will have Denise peeing her panties in tight skinny pants or jeans...
  13. View File PeeKingdom - Bratty girls pee themselves in class PeeKingdom looks to be a new site. I bought this and am posting it to show off some of their work. I think its pretty well produced and acted honestly. We should try and support this site as well since i believe they are making content worth our while. https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/141675/pee-kingdom Submitter KryptonianGod Submitted 07/17/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing
  14. Boys, did you ever need to pee badly at school so you were going to get the bathroom pass, but another boy got the bathroom pass first, and got to pee first before you, and after the boy was done peeing in the bathroom with the bathroom pass did you make it to the bathroom in time?
  15. Classroom Messing (Omoani) View File They very popular, yet seldom uploading, Omoani has awakened from their slumber to give us something new. Omoani has started using voice over work in their videos, which does nothing but make the video a bit better. It is a messing video, so you guys do know. Submitter LedinWind Submitted 09/15/2016 Category Anime / Animated Clips
  16. View File [DLEE-190] 学習塾盗撮 授業中に滴るおしっこお漏らし2 学習塾盗撮 授業中に滴るおしっこお漏らし2 / School girl leaking vol.2 [DLEE-190] "Finish your toilet in your break time!" There are schoolgirls obeying this command seriously. Thus, they're shame to go to toilet in class, trying their best to to hold it. However, with a shake, thinking "too bad" and pressing by hands immediately, plenty of pee leak! This video is very new. And it is the sequel of DLEE-099, which I uploaded in the past. Enjoy~ -------------------------------------------------- 「休み時間のうちにおトイレ済ませておきなさい。」と先生に注意されても守らず授業を受ける女子生徒がいる。その代償として、授業中おしっこへ行きたくなっても恥ずかしくて言い出せず、太ももをぎゅっと締め体をよじらせながら必死に堪えるのであった。しかし、ふるふる震えだす足の隙間から一筋のおちびり雫が…。ヤバイと思い、手をあげようとした時には大量のおしっこが「ボタボタ…ザバーーー!!」教室の床は大惨事。羞恥とパニックにおちいった女子生徒達をたっぷりお楽しみください! Productcode: DLEE-190 Downloadable: 2017/08/25 Shipping: 2017/09/06 Time: 116 Bitrate: 4000 kbps Studios: EVO Submitter Satori Submitted 09/06/2017 Category Public wetting Clothing Skirt
  17. View File School girl leaking (女子校盗撮 授業中に滴るおしっこお漏らし, DLEE-099) 女子校盗撮 授業中に滴るおしっこお漏らし / School girl leaking (DLEE-099) "Finish your toilet in your break time!" There are schoolgirls obeying this command seriously. Thus, they're shame to go to toilet in class, waiting the chime ringing. Glancing at the clock, "a little more...and a little more", they count down to the rest time.They're desperate and before the chime they peed with their pants soiled. In class, seen by classmates and teachers, they omorashi. Thank @KubaAseph and @marijose230 for recommending this video. I'm terribly sorry for delaying the post for so long. Enjoy~ ------------------------------------------ 「休み時間のうちにおトイレを済ませておきなさい。」と先生に注意されても守らず授業を受ける女子生徒がいる。その代償として、授業中おしっこへ行きたくなっても恥ずかしくて言い出せず、チャイムが鳴るのを待つしかないのだ。時計の針をじっと眺め、あとちょっと・・・もうちょっと・・・と休み時間までのカウントダウン。太ももをぎゅっと締め身体をよじらせながら必死に堪えるも・・・チャイムが鳴るまで抑えきれずチョロチョロと漏らし、パンツを汚してしまう。授業中・・・同級生も先生も居るのに・・・お漏らししちゃうなんて・・・。 Productcode: DLEE-099 Downloadable: 2016/04/01 Shipping: 2016/04/06 Time: 144 Bitrate: 4000 kbps Studios: EVO Submitter Satori Submitted 06/29/2016 Category Skirt Wetting
  18. This is a story I wrote a while ago. I copy pasted it straight from my dA. The story on my dA has a little picture, too. here is a link to the dA story: http://gnieep.deviantart.com/gallery/37736546#/d53u7zb Koko's hand shot up in the air. "May I go to the restroom?" she asked as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her teacher, Mrs. Ivory glared at Koko. "No Koko. This is the last class of the day and this lesson is very important. You aren't five. You can hold it." Mrs. Ivory continued on with her lesson on the human body that Koko wasn't even listening to. Koko tried to think back to what could have made her need to pee so badly. She hadn't even had a lot to drink to day. She had one glass of milk at breakfast and at lunch… oh yeah. Lunch. At lunch, Koko was dared to chug down three sodas. That was probably the cause of her sudden need to pee. "KOKO! PAY ATTENTION!" Her teacher roared, scaring her. She looked towards all of the students. "Now class, you will choose a partner and preform a skit about one of the organ systems. Go find a partner." She said then resided to her desk. Koko's friend, Chyna sprinted towards her and proposed the question of partnership. Koko nodded her head and they got down to business on deciding which organ system to do. "I think we should do the urinary system!" Chyna said, and Koko's face went pale. Is she trying to torment me? She thought. But Chyna wasn't a girl who accepted no for an answer, so Koko weakly nodded her head. Chyna started to write out the whole script and occasionally asked Koko what she thought of parts of it. Each time she meekly said, "it's good." Koko had her hand shoved between her legs under her desk to try to hold in her pee. Her need kept on growing and it was pretty intense now. Koko didn't know if she would make it to the end of class. She got up and used all her strength to ask Mrs. Ivory if she could go. Her answer was the same as the first time. "B…But…it's an emergency!" Koko cried out. Mrs. Ivory kept the same emotionless face. She sighed and said "Okay, but you have to use the restroom pass." Koko sprinted over to the bathroom pass, but not before someone else had grabbed and ran out of the classroom. Koko groaned and sat down. Time passed and her urge rapidly increased. She had been squirming and fidgeting, and she was sure everyone in the class was aware that she didn't have much time left. Finally, the girl returned the bathroom pass and Koko immediately got up to grab it. The second she got up a squirt escaped from her bladder. She grabbed her crotch to prevent any more from getting out, but her effort was futile. As long as she was standing, she was squirting. She let out a moan and returned to her seat. She sat down and concentrated on holding her pee, and she didn't squirt for a couple more minutes. When this squirt came, it was a lot longer than the others and she had to put a lot of effort into it to stop it. "Alright class," Mrs. Ivory said "Lets start our skits." Koko's stomach dropped. What if I pee in front of everyone? She was getting quite nervous now, which only added to her desperation. Mrs. Ivory raised her voice again. "So, which group would like to go first?" Chyna, being the confident person she was, volunteered for Koko and her to go first. Koko very carefully got up and she suddenly was attacked by squirts from her bladder. She wasn't going to make it. She was going to pee her pants any second now. She already had soaked her panties and probably made a dark spot on her jeans. Then Koko remembered the bathroom pass! Koko sprinted towards it, and grabbed it. She sprinted out the door and attempted to grab her crotch while running. The spurts were getting even longer and more frequent, and she had a baseball size spot on her pants. She got to the bathroom door, finally, and tried to pry it open. It seemed to be stuck and Koko felt as if she was moving in slow motion. She pulled and pulled until she looked up and saw that it said push. Koko slammed on the door to push it and hobbled into the bathroom. She pounded on each stall, but they were all occupied. Koko bounced from foot to foot and grabbed her crotch as hard as possible. She suddenly, a very long spurt came out and the wet spot was basketball sized now. No no no! I have to make it! I'm so close! She thought. Just then, the stall swung upon and Koko ran towards it. Finally! Relief! But then someone grabbed her shoulders. She turned around and saw Mrs. Ivory. "You were not given permission to use the restroom. You must return to class." Koko gave her a sad look. "But…b…but it's an e…e…emergency…please…just let me…I'm so close just…please…" Koko's lip quivered. Her whole body wobbled, legs crossed, knees banging against each other. Just then, the longest spurt yet came and Koko could barley stop it. Her eyes filled up with tears. "Please…I…I might be able to…to…m…make it…please, just let me go!" She wiggled herself free of her teacher's hold and tried to step forward towards the open stall. A stream of pee started and Koko stopped it, but not before her pants had a larger pee spot on them. Koko sunk down to the ground and held herself there, rocking back and forth. Her teacher called out "KOKO GET UP RIGHT NOW AND STOP BEING A BABY." But she ignored her. She thought maybe she could scoot towards the stall. She tried, but at the first movement more spurts rushed out. She stopped them and just rocked back and forth again. She gripped her crotch so hard that it hurt, but it almost stopped spurts from coming out. Then, another student rushed into the bathroom, and she clearly had to pee. She had to go very bad. She already had a huge wet patch on her pants. She saw the empty stall and ran straight for it, but didn't see Koko and tripped right over her. She lay on the ground for a minute, not being able to get up then something horrible happened. The student who was still on top of Koko had lost it and started peeing her pants, and a lot of it got on Koko. Koko squirmed around insanely and another long, final stream of pee came from the other student. The student got down and looked at her pants. Completely soaked. Then she looked at the ground. A yellow puddle starred back at her. She looked a little more and saw Koko sitting on the ground, twitching, and saw the huge amount of pee that was on her jean's legs due to her. She collapsed next to Koko. She said "I…I…I'm so sorry…I didn't" then tears started streaming down her eyes. Koko weakly accepted her apology. "Is…is there anything I can do for you?" asked the student with soaked jeans. Koko tried to explain her situation of not being able to get up and needing to pee. Just then, a stream of pee started again. Only this time, Koko could control it. The pee escaped from Koko's bladder and started soaking her pants. She tried jamming her hand in between her legs to stop it but it did nothing. Her pants got wet and so did the floor around her. Koko felt the uncomfortable warmth and sogginess. The student got up and offered Koko a hand. "Here, we can go to the nurses and get some clothes to borrow." The student led Koko as tears streamed down her face. "By the way," the student said, "My name is Sheila." Koko told her her name as they went and got new clothes.
  19. Even tho I actually prefer Yaoi, sometimes I also like to write some female omorashi, so here is the first part of my attempt from that. I apologize for the (presumably) large amount of gramma and spelling mistakes in here, but I have no working spell-check program and also no proof-readers. Plus, I wrote this around 5 a.m in the morning...so...I hope you still enjoy. And as a note: I use the Naruto Characters here, however I put them into an AU (alternative Universe) and also changed their characters a little; Sasuke is 14 years old here, while Sakura is 24...and teacher of the class Sasuke is in. However, unlike the original Sakura, she doesnt likes Sasuke at all. Why ? Well, if you wanna know that, just read that crap. lol. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part I Boring! The only word to describe the current situation was a simple one. Actually this had good chances to be the perfection of boredom. Sasuke sighed as he let his body fall back against his chair, his eyes wandering around the roof of the classroom. Studying the texture of the wood paneling up there was still more interesting than paying attention to the class topic. For example it was interesting to see that the third panel from the left side seemed to be made out of a darker kind of wood than the others. Probably it was a replacement due to the original one been broken at some point in the past. Of course, not everyone could be as rich as his family...public schools appearantly were not. These couldn`t even afford any world-class architects and designers to build and decorate their rooms. But this was the fun part of being rich: to be better...and suprerior in any way. He could afford not to pay attention in class...as well as showing it openly: The Raven now stretched his arms high up into the air, stretching them as far he could, enjoying the feeling of his muscles being activated for a moment. Next he let out a long and obvious yawn, not caring about anyone who could see him... "Sasuke, is this class too boring for you ?" The Uchihas behavior hadn`t been unnoticed by Sakura, standing in front of the class, now looking at the black-haired boy on the last bench at the back of the classroom. Anger was boiling inside her, the urge to give that spoiled brat a well-deserved slap in the face had grown exceptionally strong in the past few minutes. Of course she was aware as soon she would do that, she would`ve had been a teacher for the longest time. Not only that but this boy would probably sue every bit of money out of her afterwards. Even tho she didn`t liked it, there was really no other choice but to swallow her anger down and ignore the Uchihas behavior. "Yes, Sakura-sensei. I`m afraid you`re right. This class is so boring, you should warn everyone at the beginning of each lesson: There is a high chance to die from boredom when listening to you." He smirked at her, using that opportunity to glance at her chest as well: she definitly had some sexy breasts, quite big and well-shaped. At least thats what he could assume from how the fabric of her top stretched on her. Just too bad she always wore clothes giving so little insight to what she really had there. Like that simple black shirt she was wearing right now, not the slightest sense of fashion. "Tzzk...disappointing..." he mumbled softly so she couldn`t hear those two words. "If my lessons are always so boring, then I assume you already know everything ?" Even with her best affords, she couldn`t avoid some of her anger mixing into her voice. This was bad because she didn`t wanted to let some 14-year old brat provoke her. But Sasuke just had such an arrogant behavior, even for a person like her, who always tried to remain calm and patient, it was too much to handle. "Of course I do..." He showed her a cool smile, closing his eyes for a moment. What a useless question, probably an attempt of her to make him nervous....even tho she knew that this would never work. He simply had no reason to worry. Not only he was rich, famous and incredible sexy and good looking...having an IQ of 183 wasn`t so bad either. Sasuke not only knew everything about his current, seventh grade, he also had no problems with materials made for tenth-graders. If he would have that choice, he would graduate right away. Unfortunaly the laws didn`t allow this, if he wanted or not he had to complete ten years of school. And this meant he had to endure this boredom for three more years... Actually two years, five month and twelve days were more exact. Still, there was quite a long time left for him to sit in class and not-listen to teachers trying to teach him stuff he already knew. At least he still knew his own ways to have fun...being popular also had it`s bright sides. And one of the effects of being popular was that none of the girls in school could resist him. So whenever he was in the mood, there was always someone willing to have a quick sex in one of the unused classrooms...or just any place offering some privacy for a couple of minutes. That way he managed to keep the sexual pressure low, while most other boys in his class could only dream of such a thing and still had to masturbate to relieve their pressure... Sakura growled softly, it just would`ve been too much of luck if she would manage to catch the Uchiha off-guard. He passed her quick test flawlessly, no matter how much she tried, he could answer all her questions - as expected. If only she could manage to get him once...if there was someone who deserved some humiliation, it was Sasuke. But that boy wasn`t the kind of person who would let himself being tricked that easily. He always managed to stay out of trouble, no matter how much trouble he made, he always made sure to stay just behind the line of where he would get some real problems. Nontheless, Sakura knew what he was doing all day; flirting with all the girls in his class and even the other classes, seducing them and then using them. Of course they always ended up regretting what they did. But a few weeks later, they would do the same mistake again, giving their body away to Sasukes lust. Only to regret this again in the aftermath. It was something else about that boy...even with all his popularity, good look and charme, there simply was no way he could lure them all in with his words. It just wan`t right. No person could seduce ANYONE! There had to be some secret about the Uchiha...if only she would knew what it was... Finally the bell rang. This really was about time, two more minutes and he would`ve fallen asleep. Sasuke started to pack his books into his bag, not without sending seductive looks over to Hinata. Yes, today he was in mood for that shy, black-haired female sitting in front of him during class. He hadn`t had fun with her in quite a while and it was about time he changed that again...soon! And for him, soon meaned nothing less but withing the next ten minutes. The moment she looked at him, her face becoming blushing red immediatly, he used the little special power he needed sometimes to convince really anyone to do what he wanted; his eyes turned glowing red, while his pupils changed its from too. This only took a few moments and after he was done, his eyes returned to their normal, onyx color. But Hinata would wait for him at the bathrooms as he told her through the silent command with his eyes. Only one thing bothered him. As powerful that secret "weapon" of his was - there were still some people he couldn`t affect. Those with a strong mind and will...like Sakura. Oh, if there was one being he would love to seduce and have his way with, it was her. But she was beyond the limit of his power...for now. And nothing he hated more than not getting what he wanted! "Sasuke, may I have a word with you ?" Sakura had watched the Uchiha after class had ended and waited for that moment everyone else already left class and he was the last remaining person there, except for herself. This was better so no-one else would see what was going on in here. "Of course Sensei, what is it ?" Sasuke made himself sound as polite he could, different from his previously bored and respectless tone. But the sound of his teachers voice told him that something was up and even tho he was sure he didn`t did anything wrong - or at least not so wrong he would get any punishment - it was better to play nice for now. Not that he was really happy about her keeping him there. After all there was someone waiting for him...and he hated making people wait. "Don`t worry, this will only take a moment...I just need to clear one thing with you." While she still kept her voice soft and friendly, she walked over to the classroom door, closing it. "Now that we`re alone in here, I`d like to tell you something: Leave the girls alone! Theyre not your toys! I promise, if you keep breaking their hearts by using them for your bodys premature needs, you will regret this!" "Oh ? And what you plan on doing ? It`s nothing illegal, I break no rules since they all agree to what they do. It`s not like I rape anyone, sensei..." His voice was still friendly, but his eyes had become cold and motionless. He wasn`t nervous. There was nothing she could do. But he was enraged about how she dared to talk to him like that. "I know you manipulate them somehow. As a teacher I feel responsible for my pupil...especially those who appearantly can`t defend themselves. And since you have some strange way to corrupt their mind, I warn you: If you keep doing this, I can still report that to authorities..." "And what do you plan to report ? Do you have any PROOF, sensei ? I mean, really: Me ? Having some "mysterious powers" ? This is ridiculous, sensei...maybe you should read less of your crappy fantasy novels." He showed her another smirk, this time cold as his eyes and actually more like a warning for herself. Of course she didn`t had any proof. Sakura bit her own lip, she was playing a dangerous game here. The anger inside her had lead herself to challenge someone who may way just a 14-year old boy, but he still had much power and influence....this wasn`t good. "Maybe...I was wrong..." her voice shaked a little as she spoke but at least she managed not to blush like a little girl. "I guess I`m just imaginating things, sorry to bother you, Sasuke." "No worries, Sensei...it`s alright. After all...you just do your job, huh ? So don`t feel bad. It`s good to know our sensei is that worried about us." Sasuke grabbed his bag, making his way to the door. "By the way, we`re wearing a pink bra today ? Sexy, Sexy..." He chuckled as he left the room, now hurrying to meet Hinata and leaving a frustrated Sakura behind. - If just one hour ago someone would have told her, she would ever feel happy about seeing Sasukes face, probably she would have seen it as the most pathethic excuse for a joke ever. But as she was looking into his face while he was sitting in the back of her classroom again, she couldn`t feel more delighted. Even tho this was less about the Uchiha himself but the annoyed and unpleased expression he had on his face. Appearently the little talk she had with him during the last break delayed him too much to still have time to defile poor Hinatas body. At least some small success, and knowing that she ruined his attempt to pleasure himself at the cost of another person was just too amusing. Of course Sasuke seemed to see this differently as he seemed to try his best in killing her with his glare... Fuck! How he hated that person! No matter how he sometimes had his dirty fantasies about his "hot" teacher Sakura, right now he only felt deep and intense rage when he thought about her. Thanks to her, his little playtime with Hinata had to be canceled. And now he was left aroused and displeasured, sitting in the same stinking classroom again. However he wasn`t in mood to study any of the rooms shoddy design by now, since he was too busy throwing hate-filled glares into his teachers direction. And from the way she smiled back at him, she seemed to be fully aware of what happened or rather: what DIDN´T happen. However, as much he wished to beat that arrogant smirk out of her face right now - it wouldn`t be wise. He was just too clever to come up with such a primitive form of revenge. Oh no, he decided to give her some long and tormenting punishment, making sure she would learn her lesson NOT to mess with an Uchiha like him. Plus, it would be inadequate for a person of his standard to use something like his fists for revenge...his revenge would be cunning and subtile...and he would enjoy every second of it.
  20. Requesting for videos where a schoolgirl falls asleep during class and pees herself. When she wakes up, she is embarrassed. We remember seeing one where a girl dream peeing in cave and wets herself. We were wondering if anyone had seen any more such free clips and would be so as to kind enough to post them. Please don't post links to premium/paid websites as we cannot afford it. Also please do not advertise your pee-website saying you can do it for a certain price.
  21. This story was inspired by a brief experience that Kelli shared with me long ago via messenger. Enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lauren had been day dreaming when Mr. Riley's booming voice suddenly snapped her back to reality. It was a Monday morning and as usual she had found it difficult to stay engaged in her first period math class, but fortunately Mr. Riley did not seem to notice, he was merely reminding the class to complete their homework as the bell rang indicating that it was time to move on to next period. As she exited the classroom she approached one of her friends, Sarah, and the two girls began chatting about what they had done the previous weekend as they walked on to second period. Before she knew it, Lauren found herself walking into Ms. Andersons English class. Immediately she noticed that there was a bit of excitement in the room and as she looked around she noticed a table set up with several soft drinks and snacks out. Everyone in the class excitedly sat down and Ms. Anderson walked to the front of the room and addressed the class. "Good morning everyone" she said "Because you all performed so well on last week's exam, I've decided that instead of our usual class today we are going to have a bit of a social, as you've noticed there are some snacks and drinks over on the table there, feel free to help yourself to as much as you like and use the period to talk about your weekends or whatever else you might want to do. Now, before we start, would anyone like to help me pass out plates and cups?" Immediately in the very front of the room Brooke Hazelwood's hand shot up. Ugh. Brooke Hazelwood, the teachers pet. Brooke always seemed to be sucking up to the teachers in any way that she could, much to the annoyance of Lauren and some of her other classmates. Ms. Anderson thanked Brooke and the pair immediately began passing out plates and cups to the rest of the class. Lauren, along with most of her classmates, enjoyed having snacks as well as several cups of iced tea and soda. Lauren happily chatted along with her classmates and enjoyed the free period. During a bit of a lull in the conversation, Lauren felt a bit of a twinge in her tummy, she had to pee, somewhat badly actually, she'd been so wrapped up in the conversation she had hardly noticed how much liquid had built up inside her. On a typical day, Lauren would usually use the toilet in the locker room after she changed for her 4th period gym class, but it made sense that she had to go now considering how much she had drank. She craned her neck to look back at the clock in the front of the classroom and noted that was about 20 minutes left in the period. Ms Anderson would certainly excuse her if she asked, but Lauren typically didn't like to ask for a bathroom break during classes, she was pretty good about going before gym, during lunch, or in between periods, and besides, she didn't want to miss any of this free social time. As the period came to a close, Lauren found it increasingly difficult to focus on the conversation and had to make a mental effort to resist fanning her legs. Although she had greatly enjoyed the free time, she was kind of glad it was coming to an end, if the period were any longer she would definitely have had to ask to go. With just 2 minutes left before the bell, Ms. Anderson walked back to the front of the room and asked everyone to quiet down. "I hope you all have enjoyed this free time, before you go, would anyone be able to do me a favor and stay to help me clean up?" Almost on queue, Brooke's hand shot up again, and she began hurriedly collecting the cups and plates to throw them away. Lauren meanwhile had fallen back into a bit of trance as she tried to ignore the now very persistent pressure in her bladder. She was snapped out of it by the bell and excitedly began packing her things into her bag before rushing down the hall to the girls room. As she approached the girls bathroom, she was already beginning to imagine the sweet relief she was about to get when she rounded the corner and was dismayed to see 3 girls from her class, one of them being Sarah, waiting outside of two occupied stalls. She got in line behind Sarah and immediately noticed that her friend seemed a bit flustered and was pacing back and fourth. Lauren made a conscious effort to stand still and act like a grown up, she wasn't going to pee dance like a kindergartner no matter how bad she had to go. The other stall opened and one of the girls from the other line darted in, not wanting to listen to her sweet relief, Lauren tried to make small talk with her friend by asking about the lunch menu, but Sarah didn't seem too interested in talking. "Sorry I'm a little distracted" she said blushing "I had a bit too much iced tea during Ms. Anderson's class and I really need to go before Mrs. Atkins' class because you know she never lets anyone go" That was true, Mrs. Atkins was Lauren's strictest teacher and did not like people leaving her class for any reason. Lauren felt a pang of anxiety when she realized how long this bathroom excursion was taking, if there was one thing Mrs. Atkins hated more than bathroom requests, it was tardiness, and the break would be over soon. Thankfully however, the stall opened and Sarah headed in. Lauren closed her eyes and subtly crossed her legs as she was forced to listen to her friend's relief. After what seemed like an hour but was more like a minute, Sarah emerged from the stall and Lauren rushed in, quickly unbuttoning and pulling down her jeans, and finally sitting on the toilet. She signed quietly to herself as she finally had her much needed pee break. When she was finished, she hurried out of the stall, quickly rinsing her hands and exiting the bathroom. As she strode just across the hall to Mrs. Atkinson's classroom, she noticed out of the corner of her eye a figure intently speedwalking down the hall. It was Brooke, she was walking quickly and had a determined look on her face. She stopped directly between the door to the classroom and the entrance to the bathroom with her legs tightly together and seemed to contemplating something. After a second she took a quick step toward the bathroom but then suddenly, the bell rang, and Brooked turned on her heel and quickly followed Lauren into the classroom. Fortunately for both girls, Mrs. Atkinson did not seem to notice their slight tardiness, as they quickly took the last two open seats near the front of the classroom. Lauren immediately noticed that something was definitely off with Brooke, she did not seem to be paying much attention to the lesson, and was repeatedly looking at the clock. Lauren was able to put 2 and 2 together fairly easily; Brooke needed to pee, she had probably drank a ton of tea and soda during 2nd period, and while Lauren had made it to the bathroom, Brooke was held up helping Ms. Anderson. She probably needed to go just as bad as Lauren had, or worse. While Lauren could certainly sympathize with Brooke's predicament, she couldn't deny that there was something satisfying about seeing the perfect princess in an embarrassing and uncomfortable situation. Lauren tried to pay attention to the lesson as she noticed Brooke's fidgeting getting more and more pronounced next to her. Suddenly, about 25 minutes into the 1 hour period, Brooke let out a gasp and froze, bending over slightly and looking straight down at her feet. Lauren looked over at the struggling girl and noticed that her face was red as a tomato and her eyes were closed tightly. She stayed like that for a few seconds then took a quick breath and looked up right at Mrs. Atkinson before her hand shot in the air. "Yes Brooke?" "MRS. ATKINSON" Brooke blurted abruptly before catching herself yelling "Mrs. Atkinson" she said again in a calm, but quivering voice "Um, may I please use the restroom, I - I was um helping Ms. Anderson clean up at the end of last period and missed the whole break." All eyes had been on Brooke, but they now turned to Mrs. Atkinson, who seemed a bit surprised that Brooke, of all people, would ask for a bathroom break in her class. She actually seemed to contemplate letting her go. "I'm sorry Brooke" she finally said, seemingly genuinely remorseful "but if I let you go, then I have to let everyone go... the period is nearly half over, its not to much longer." Brooke nodded slowly and looked straight at the floor, her face now an even brighter red. She seemed to be on the verge of tears. Lauren noticed that Brooke was very still after that, although she was wearing a clearly pained expression. With about 15 minutes left in the period, her breathing became shallow and quick, and Lauren noticed that she had buried her left hand into her crotch. Since her desperate request, most of the class had been watching Brooke intently, enthralled that the perfect teacher's pet, who always acted so mature, was on the verge of wetting her pants in class. With about 10 minutes left, Brooke suddenly gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, tears were streaming down her face. She began to stand up "Mrs-----Atkinson" she said through a sob as she rose to her feet. Mrs. Atkinson looked over, and as Brooke had nearly completely stood up, a massive jet of liquid suddenly shot out from her dark gray leggings, splattering loudly on the floor. She let out a cry and turned towards the door, but then another massive jet shot out, and this one did not stop, Brooke collapsed back into her desk and buried her face into her arms as she completely flooded her chair. For over 40 seconds she peed, and not a single sound could be heard in the classroom other than the splattering of her pent up urine on the classroom floor. As she finally finished, she let out another agonized sob into her desk before Mrs. Atkinson approached her and gently put a hand on her shoulder. "Brooke I'm terribly sorry" she whispered "please take your things and go to the nurses' office" Brooke slowly got up and grabbed her bag, and with her head lowered quickly walked out of the classroom. Lauren turned around to Sarah, who was sitting behind her with a shocked look on her face. "And that" Lauren said "Is why I don't do teachers any favors".
  22. Hi I am looking for any good omorashi art who wishes their work to be on my classroom site, I will either caption or write a full story on your classroom omorashi art. I am also interested in specific pieces related to girls peeing their panties during roll call or prayers while wearing short miniskirts. Also interested in some late 50's style bouffant dresses with petticoats. PM me if you are interested Tess
  23. Just finished a new classroom pantie pee story. Its my longest yet and has an extended desperation and pantie pee stretched over two periods and a too-long line for the girls room https://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/lisas-extended-pantie-pee.html Part two coming soon Enjoy Tess
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