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  1. Hello everyone! i've been here for a while contributing a few artworks with a little story in them mostly about my OC. Then i decided to write a full story about them. So i hope you guys enjoy it. Majoring in Desperation Chapter 1 : Desperate Dorm She walk through of a now quiet hallway. It was spawning with people not so long ago, “Weird”, She mumbles as she tries to find the dormitory. After a long day of walking around filling up the registration for her college ID, she just wants to sink herself on her bed and put all her stuff. When she reach the Dormitory it’s obvious now where are all the other students are, this place is as lively as a carnival. Well maybe that’s just an exaggeration, but it is quite lively except for the hall. Anyway she still have to find the dorm keeper and her sister. They have to split up at registration since they are having a different major. They were supposed to meet up at the entrance. Suddenly a text message arrived : Indah : Hey where are you? You : Im at the entrance where are you? Indah : Oh shit I forgot were supposed to meet there. I already found the dormkeeper now. You : That’s fine, so where is it? Indah : Just went straight through the entrance and go left. I’ll wait for you there. You : All right, thanks. She finally saw her sister Indah. She told her to register her room, Indah already requested to share a room with her. She was told that they get to share rooms but they also have to share it with another two people. “What’s your name”, the dorm keeper ask “Bianda Renata”, She answer. She finished her form and calls Indah to go to their room together. She was quite excited to see her dorm. Since it had a lot of nice facilities like indoor bathroom, Free Internet and even a Laundry sevice. On the other hand Indah was just hoping she can use the bathroom, That liter of water bottle she drank earlier starts to fill up her bladder. She can feel the urge started to appear, but she keeps it to herself since it’s not really that bad. “WAITT!!”, The dorm keeper yells, “You guys have to follow the dorm tour first!” “Can’t we put our stuff first?”, Bianda asks. “Sadly no, you need to gather at the front of the dorm now” Indah sighed, realizing something’s wrong Bianda ask her what’s going on. “No, nothing”, Indah answer again she don’t think she has to go that badly. So they went to the front to meet the others. Turns out all those people are gathering for the tour too, that’s why it’s so crowded. The tour finally starts. It’s not supposed to be long, they just went around the dorm one time, but it doesn’t feel that way to her. Her bladder keep feeling up and the urges are getting stronger, she pressed hardly on her crotch but tries to keep her posture to not attract attention. “OH FUCK” someone screamed but it’s not Indah. It’s Bianda, “I HAVE TO GO NOW”. This always happens, Bianda won’t even feel a bit of urge until it’s unbearable than she will notice. She pressed her crotch tightly and crossed her legs. It’s a good thing the tour has ended but now Bianda could barely move. Watching Bianda that desperate didn’t really help Indah either, she only felt worst. They can only walk slowly to their room. Each step they take is a challenge and their room just seem getting farther and farther. Bianda can feel a leak coming out, luckily she can stop it. While Indah just keep pressing down her bright pink pants. “Bianda. . . I don’t want to wet myself in public on my first day of college”, said indah while hopping up and down to hold her pee. “You think I want to? I don’t want to ruin these pants too, their brand new”, Bianda answers. Finally they reach their room. The good news is the door is unlocked, the bad news is the bathroom door is locked. “OH MY GOD!!! PLEASE HURRY UP!!” Bianda panicked as she banged on the door. “SORRY BUT WE REALLY NEED TO GO SO BADLY!!!!”, Indah also yells since she’s at her limit, She can feel a leak damping up her panties. When the door opened they went barging straight inside, the girl inside was so shocked that she fell in the bathtub. Now they realize they have a problem. There’s only one toilet and none of them could wait even a second more. But they can’t think for too long because the can feel another leak and this one can’t be stopped. So no other choice they have to share the bowl. Not giving them a chance to take off their pants, pee starts coming out damping their panties so they just sit and let it all out. “AAAAAHHHHHH” the feeling of sweet sweet relieve is the only thing they could feel now. Sweating with their legs relaxed the flow keeps coming out dripping off their pants for another thirty seconds. Until suddenly the door opens and another girl was shocked seeing what happened, her friend in the tub and two girls who shared a bowl feeling so relieved not even realizing the situation they’re at. “Not much made it huh?”, the girl smirked and asked. “Oh no!”, they both panicked as they realize the situation their at. Until now the flow still hasn’t stopped. They don’t know what to do because it just feels so good. “I’ll wait till you guys are finished”. Finally it stops, the feeling of relieved are now mixed with an embarrassment. Now they left the bathroom and meet the girl inside. “Ah you guys are finally done”, She greets them with a warm welcome even warmer than their pants. “My name is Nadya, the girl you just pushed into the tub here is Jessica”, she introduced herself. “We’re so sorry, we’re just so desperate”, Bianda apologize. “Nah don’t worry we all been there”, Jessica answer lightly. Nadya then pointed their side of the room. The room is quite big for a dorm standard. It had two bunkbeds, the left part of the room is already occupied by Jessica at the bottom and Nadya on top. “By the way before you do anything, don’t forget to change first”, Nadya laughs. So they change and unpack all their stuff. Luckily the class didn’t start till Wednesday so they don’t have to rush. Embarrassment is the only thing they feel now so Jessica tries comfort them. She said that accidents is a normal thing that happens especially here. It’s not much but it helps nonetheless. It was 11:00 pm. and after such a day everyone went to bed. Waiting for a whole year ahead. “I wish this won’t happened again”, Bianda spoke to herself. The next day they woke up with one of them wet the bed. __________________________________ So what do you guys think? I hope you all enjoyed it. Also i'm giving you guys a choice but since it's not that many i'm not putting it in interactive stories. Which girl you guys want to see going through their day next time?
  2. I write fiction a lot, but usually it's novel-length work, and most of the time, none of the characters are dying for a piss! So please bear with me if this story isn't super great. It's based on my own experiences in my Japanese language class in college-- obviously, none of the events in this story really happened, but we needed to learn how to ask where the toilets were in Japanese, and it gave me the idea for this little fiction piece. The pictures I'm using are from my actual textbook. Enjoy! --- When Tomoko-san started taking Japanese, she had to admit she was a little nervous. She'd spoken the language at home when she was young, but had never studied it formally, and was worried that she wouldn't be nearly good enough to survive in a college environment. The class sessions were longer than her Spanish classes in high school had been, and she knew that the learning process would go much faster now. What if she wasn't good enough? What if she fell behind? She could imagine her grandmother, who had been fluent in Japanese while she was alive, shaking her head in disapproval. If Tomoko couldn't learn a language that her family had been speaking for generations, just what the Hell could she be good at? Being nervous had various effects on her body-- she tended to heat up a lot, and her bladder seemed to be half its normal size during moments of anxiety. So, for the first few sessions of Japanese class, she made sure to have plenty of cold water stored in a bottle in her backpack, and she made absolutely sure to visit the restrooms before class began. But before long, she realized that learning Japanese was actually going to be quite enjoyable. She started to relax in class, make friends with the teacher... some of her childhood memories of speaking Japanese even began to come back to her. But you know what they say... pride cometh before the fall. One morning, Tomoko woke up later than normal. She squirmed a little under her covers and moaned-- her bladder was full to the brim. That was normal enough-- she often woke in the night with a bursting bladder, rolled over in bed, and fell right back asleep, only to have to clutch herself and sprint to the toilets in the morning when 8 hours of pent-up piss tried to force itself out of her body. But today, she took one look at her watch and realized that if she didn't run to class now, she was going to be late for her first session. And being late was almost worse than needing to excuse herself in the middle of a lecture. So, she got up, quickly changed into a pair of tight leggings and a t-shirt, and left the dorm building, clenching her muscles tight to hold back the flood of hot urine currently weighing down her poor bladder. She was pretty sure she could see a bulge protruding between her hips-- she really had to go-- but she ignored it. The teacher had told them yesterday that today was going to be a very important lesson. --- There was no time for a potty break before class began. Tomoko gritted her teeth, crossing her legs for a moment before entering the classroom-- even in high school, it had been difficult for her to hold through a class when she was desperate, and college classes were almost double the length. But she decided that she could wait. She was an adult, after all-- she could control her bladder no matter how full it was. She sat down at the front of the class as per usual, pushing her backpack under her seat and trying not to listen to the sloshing of her full water bottle as the bag slumped against the floor. She was going to make it. She was going to make it. She just needed to pay attention to what the teacher was saying. The sensei greeted the class cheerfully, then told them to turn to page 277 in their textbook. "Today, we will be learning how to ask permission to use the restroom," she said. Tomoko's bladder tightened in her abdomen, and she let out a small gasp as her need increased substantially. She was very susceptible to the power of suggestion... simply asking for a toilet made her need to go. And she already needed to go. She needed to go badly! The first illustration on page 277 was of a young man in desperate need of a piss. It was a simple drawing-- no bladder bulge, no pee trickle-- but the look of urgency on the young man's cartoon face made Tomoko squirm. Oh God, she needed to piss. But she tried to listen to the teacher. "How do you say, 'Takeshi-san wants to go to the toilet?" the teacher asked. Tomoko and the rest of the class recited the words. Suddenly, a memory flashed in Tomoko's mind-- she was three years old and her bladder was full to the point of spurting, and she told her mother, "I need to pee!!!" in Japanese while dancing in place. Her mother laughed and told her she could hold it until they got home. (She couldn't, of course.) The memory sent Tomoko's current urge to pee skyrocketing, and she had to discreetly slip her hand between her thighs and give herself a quick squeeze. The urine was pressing low in her bladder at this point, signaling that it was time to go-- but Tomoko couldn't go. She had to wait. She needed to get through this class! The rest of the textbook page involved asking directions to various bathrooms-- Tomoko managed to get through that fairly well, politely telling her classmates where to go if they needed to relieve themselves. When it was her turn to ask where to toilets were, she felt a dribble of pee come through her urethra, but she stemmed the flow well enough. Then, came the worst part. "Roleplay time!" the teacher declared. Each of the students had to go up in front of the class with a partner and have a conversation-- express their desperation, ask where the toilets were, and then say thank-you for the directions. Tomoko was paired up with a slender young woman with blonde hair-- when it was their turn, the blonde girl leaned over and whispered, "Is it okay if you play the desperate one? I haven't peed all morning, and I don't think I'll survive admitting it out loud!" All morning?! Tomoko thought to herself. I haven't pissed since yesterday! But she was too polite to refuse, so she stood up, fighting gravity and a raging bladder, and went up in front of the class to do her roleplay. She tried really, really hard to play it cool. "I have to go so bad," she said in Japanese to the blonde girl. "I-- I drank three cups of hot tea this morning, and I cannot wait. I want to pee. Where is the toilet?" Her bladder contracted at the thought of being told where the bathrooms were, and poor Tomoko had to cross her legs to keep from completely flooding her leggings. The class laughed, not unkindly-- clearly, they thought she was just an excellent actress. The blonde girl grimaced. "Toilets are very far away," she said. "To get there..." The girl began listing off directions in stilted Japanese. It took her forever to get through a single step in the process-- Tomoko gritted her teeth and clenched her legs shut. God, why couldn't this blonde girl hurry up? She had to go badly too, didn't she? The sooner they were done, the sooner they could go back to their seats and forget the stress of possibly wetting in front of the class! The teacher interrupted every now and then to correct the blonde girl's awful grammar. With every delay, Tomoko's bladder pulsed a little more desperately, so full of piss that it hurt! She wished she could grab herself and dance around like she did as a child to ease her desperate need, but her classmates would figure out she wasn't faking eventually. She needed to get to a restroom. When the blonde girl was done giving her endless list of directions, the teacher frowned-- clearly, she wasn't impressed by their performance. "Not done yet," she said. "You need more practice. Tomoko-san, pretend that the toilets are broken, and ask Smith-san if you can use her home toilet." The blonde girl pointed at the door. "Toilets are broken," she said in Japanese. "You will need to wait." Tomoko could feel the piss leaking out of her bladder and into her underwear-- she tried not to moan. She couldn't wait-- she wasn't going to make it much longer without bursting-- she needed to get out of this classroom! "Smith-san, may I-- may I use your restroom?" she asked. The blonde girl started to give directions, but Tomoko felt her bladder leak a longer, hotter spurt, and she realized that it was now or never. "Otearai ni ikitai desu!" she yelped, then dashed out of the room. Even once she was out of the classroom, she had no idea if she was going to make it to the toilets in time. Tomoko grabbed her crotch and ran as fast as she could, gushing spurts of pee escaping with every jolting step she took-- damn Smith-san! Tomoko half-fell down the stairs to the lower floor, where the ladies room was waiting for her. She burst through the doors of the restroom, slammed into a stall, bolted the door with shaking hands, and managed to get her pants down before she completely lost it. --- Hope you enjoyed my first attempt at omorashi fiction! I swear I'm better at writing when I'm not focusing on holding my own pee, lol.
  3. Hey guys, So this is part 2 of a series of stories I’ve been working on, and I gave absolutely zero exposition on my last post. The premise is somewhat self explanatory, but I neglected to mention a few things. It’s a series of “what if” scenarios that I wanted to flesh out into full on erotic narratives. They’re either loosely or heavily based on real experiences I’ve had. You’ll know which was which I think! But it’s also loosely based on my personal journey of accepting my desires, and being comfortable sharing them. There’s this juxtaposition of fantasy vs reality that I wanted to explore, and I would love to hear what you guys think! If you’d like to check out the first story, the link is right here: I broke “Part 2” into multiple posts, to make it more readable! WARNING: “Part 2” is mainly messing oriented. I’ll mark the area where the messing begins. If it’s not your cup of tea, skip to the end there will be some pee desperation in the next post! ********** I blinked. Twice. Three times. What the hell am I looking at? I squint closer, analyzing the various graphs and formulas dotting my paper. A review of a few word problems confirmed my suspicions: I was in economics class. That’s right, I remember now. Economics class; that one class I constantly came late to, and consistently missed altogether. I should really learn to care more, because it’s all adding up. The semester was halfway over, and I think I missed the midterm entirely. I check my phone for the date. Yup, I missed my fucking midterm. Dammit. Fucking dammit. Apparently it had happened two days ago, the last time the class met. Shit. I was going to need a good ass excuse if I was planning on any attempt to redeem myself. The muffled speech slowly became coherent as the professor prepared to dismiss the class. I looked around, thankfully surrounded by people seemingly just as disinterested as me, and even more eager to leave, more than a few other students seemingly restless in their seats.... Everyone seemed to be staring at the clock as time slowly crawled by. The droning lecture on microeconomics, soon enough, had finally come to a close. Being at the back of the class, I had little ability to compete with the students at the front of the class for Professor Cormacks Q/A time. Naturally, I took the opportunity to get some fresh air in the halls outside. Or rather, fidget idly on my phone without feeling judged by the person behind me. I became distinctly aware of a clicking sound echoing through the hall, growing in volume as it got closer. *click, clack, click, clack* Normally, this just means a girl in heels was strolling down the halls, livening the echoing chambers of said building with her trendy but perhaps impractical wardrobe, particularly for the kind of walking you did on a college campus. But as I eyed the figure rounding the corner, I quickly realized she was definitely not a student. A tan, voluptuous brunette in a figure hugging grey dress and matte black heels strode down the hall, with a swinging gait. Her Mediterranean features suggested Middle Eastern descent, and her mature, developed face and frame suggested mid- thirties. There’s no way she was a student. I smiled genuinely at her as she passed, and she smiled back. “Hi!” She said. “Hi!” I chimed back happily. “Are you in Professor Cormacks class?” “Uhhh, yes I am! Sorry, don’t know why I had to think about that!” I laughed. “Hahaha! No it’s fine! Trust me, I know what economics can do to the brain after an hour and a half!” “Is that why you’re showing up late today?” I asked humorously, nodding towards the open door of the classroom. “Haha! No, I’m not a student. We share office space here. Is he available?” “Ummm, last time I checked he was taking a lot of questions. Technically I’m the last in line.” “Oh! I guess I’ll just get in line behind you.” She smiled sweetly. Why she was getting in line behind me, I didn’t know. But of course, I returned the smile. How else could any sane man reply to such a beautiful- *gurrrgllleee* I heard a low rumbling noise. Simultaneously, she crossed her legs, and I flinched a little. I couldn’t help but flinch slightly at the sudden sound of a low pitched rumbling. The smile waned from her face slightly, turning into one of light concern. “Is something wrong?” I asked. *gurrrggglllleee* “No no! I’m just feeling a bit jittery right now.” She said. I gave her a quizzical look. Both the odd rumbling and her curious comment had piqued my interest, and I couldn’t help but feel that flustered look on her face was more than just the common jitters. We waited for what felt like 5 minutes, soon going on 10 minutes. The woman appeared to be growing a little impatient, shifting from foot to foot slightly before crossing her legs. “I’m Alex by the way.” The woman seemed to be caught off guard by my continued interest in conversation. But now I was working my charm. My smile of pleasantness turned into a smile of engagement and interest. My sudden change in demeanor prompted a change in hers too. She returned with a mutual smile of interest, and seemed to purr the name “Aliyah.” “What do you do here Aliyah?” “I teach a Sociology.” “You weren’t feeling Econ?” “Haha, oh no! I’m much more of a people person than a numbers person. Besides, I had to take economics in this same building when I went here and it was a nightmare.” “Oh! You’re an alumni huh?” *Guuurrgggllleee* She made a face, and crossed her legs, tensing her thighs. Shake it off Alex. “I am actually! Class of 2012!” “Well at least I have something to look forward to, you look like you’re doing pretty good for yourself!” “Haha! Well a girl can try!” *bubblerumblechurn* Aliyah did something of a stutter step, stepping lightly in the same spot. She rubbed her thighs against each other as she conspicuously glanced at the bathrooms down the hall. “You sure you’re okay?” “Oh yeah I’m fine! I just....” she hesitated for a moment, but quickly seemed to brush off her reservations as she placed a hand delicately over her gurgling tummy. “I had too much coffee I think.” She confessed with a shy smile. I blushed. “Well I uhhh.... I hope that won’t be a problem for you!” I said, glancing at her legs slightly. She must’ve have seen my glance, as she gave cute, knowing smile upon my returning her gaze. “I don’t think I should have any problems.” She giggled, “I just need to call it quits on the coffee and I should be fine.” I felt myself blush again, probably unnecessarily. Just a pretty girl who’s had too much coffee. What’s the big deal? Lots of people have too much coffee..... *gurrrrglllleeeee* She seemed to tense up, and glanced conspicuously towards the restrooms again. She tapped her foot lightly, and pressed her butt against the wall. She winced ever so slightly. *grrrggllleee* “I can save your spot if you need to.... uhhhh....” I blushed. She looked at me inquisitively, but then smiled wryly. She seemed to understand what I was asking. “No Alex, I’ll be fine. I have no problem waiting.” She said with a clever, teasing expression, her legs firmly crossed. “Besides, you shouldn’t ask a lady those kinds of questions!” My blush deepened, and I felt myself burn a bright red. Of course, in a world like this, I had the overwhelming and irrational feeling that she knew I wanted to see her desperate, and hopefully see her soil her sexy dress. But as if to answer my restless mind, she simply commented, “Thank you though, I know you’re only trying to help.” She smiled reassuringly. Before I could say anything else, the last student left the classroom, leaving me next in line. ”You can go ahead of me.” ”Are you sure?” ”Of course! I’m still trying to think of a good excuse!” ”Hahaha! Try ‘the dog ate my homework,’ that always worked for me.” ”More like ‘the dog ate my midterm,’ actually.” I sighed, suddenly reminded of a more pressing predicament. ”Oh! You missed your midterm?” ”Yeah.... and I don’t have a dog either.” She laughed, loudly. Her laughter filled the halls of the building, and for a moment, I felt comforted this beautiful woman thought that I was so funny. She might have been laughing at me instead of with me, but I chose willful ingnorance this time around. She looked at me, and the gears seemed to be turning behind her dark brown eyes. ”Maybe I can help you.” She said. ”How?” Before I could say anything else, she walked past me into the classroom, where the professor still sat idly in his chair as the break was winding down. I couldn’t help but watch her out of the corner of my eye. She was trying to help me, which was incredibly nice of her. But she also had an awesome body that I couldn’t stop looking at. To make matters worse, I was 99.9% sure she need to.... go. Lust was driving me to further confirm what my gut feeling was already telling me to be true. *rumbbbllleeee* The brunette teacher crossed her legs and stood by his desk as they chatted. She swiveled her hips lightly from side to side. Subtle, soft movements, until- *GURGLE* The brunette bent forward slightly, and raised a leg off the ground behind her. Her butt cheeks clenched visibly. I gulped, and bit my lip with adrenaline fueled lust. What happened last time was happening again. Aliyah continued to stand there, swaying her hips too and fro to suppress her need. I blushed from arousal, watching her her thing waistline and massive ass circle in a figure 8, slowly, deliberately..... I only wished I could stay and enjoy the show a little longer. As “Not a problem Mr. Cormack, I can get those to your grader later today. Is there anything else I can help you with?” *gurgle* She clenched. Her shoulders appeared somewhat stiff. “Alex!” The professors voice woke me from my doldrums. “Yes Professor?” “You missed the midterm didn’t you?” I gulped. What was a lustful fantasy was quickly becoming a nightmare. But this is why I’m here, I need to face the music. “Uhhh.... yes sir, I did. I was actually here to talk to you about that.” “I’m glad to see you being so proactive.” He chuckled, “I got your email, I’m aware of the circumstances. Lucky for you, Miss Aliyah here is available for you to take your makeup exam.” My heart skipped a beat as I looked at her, her legs crossed and her hands pressed against her thighs, but with a warm, unbothered smile. “We’ve met!” She said warmly. “Excellent! Here is the exam Alex, feel free to follow Aliyah to her office.” “Of course, thank you Mr. Cormack!” Aliyah smiles again, and proceed to walk towards her office, down the hallway and to the right. I followed in close pursuit. I couldn’t take my eyes off her massive ass, her cheeks sliding back and forth in her tight gray dress. *gurrrgleee churnnnn* Oh, and that too. There was that. The restrooms were approaching on our left. I saw her glance briefly at them, but just as confidently as she had declined a visit earlier, she declined one now. She walked right past the bathrooms, and I could feel myself getting hard, knowing she’d have to wait even longer. “My office is right down this hall Alex!” “Thanks!” ”Also, you’re welcome.” ”I didn’t say thank you already?” “No, I don’t think so.” ”Well thank you Miss Aliyah.” ”Please, call me Aliyah.” ”Well Aliyah, thanks for making me a lucky guy!” I said, with a hint of suggestion. She laughed, and looked towards me with a cute smile. “Luck has nothing to do with it.” She teased. I took a gamble, “So what do I owe it to? Your way with words? I’m sure he has a hard time saying no to you.” She giggled shyly, “Flattery will get you nowhere!” “Oh come on, I’m sure you’re used to the attention.” She glanced at me with an almost flirty smile, and said, “Maybe.” I liked where this was going. We passed a coffee machine. I couldn’t resist. “Hey Aliyah?” “Yes?” “You mind if I get a coffee here real quick?” “Oh sure, no problem!” “What do you recommend?” I asked her. She seemed to be thinking for a minute. She showed some resolve, and walked over to the machine, pointing to the caramel macchiato. “That ones my favorite. I’ve been drinking that all afternoon!” “Great, I’ll help myself then!” I chimed, but somewhat mischievously, I asked, “Would you like one too?” She gave me a interested look, with the intention of politely declining. But perhaps the tone of my voice required a different response, with a slight smile. “No thank you Alex. If you recall, I’ve actually had too much coffee.” She giggled, crossing her legs. “Oh come on, I can’t help but feel like I’ve.... inconvenienced you?” I suggested, vaguely. A more knowing smile crept across her face. We had already broken decorum a few times, what was one more right? “Oh, I see.....” she said, with a thoughtful smile. *gurrrglleeee* She hunched over ever so slightly, and pressed a hand into her thigh. She sighed, and looked at me. “Is it that obvious?” “Ummmm.... well, just to me, I don’t know about everyone else.” She giggled, “Oh, you’re the expert then huh?” “Well, no....” I countered, “But I know coffee, and I couldn’t help but put two and two together.” “Well,” she said, a wan smile now permanently spread across her lips, “As I told you before, I have no problem waiting to take care of my.... needs.... especially if there’s something else I need to do first.” She thought for a second, considering her next words, before carefully saying, “coffee, now coffee kind of.... speeds things along.... it makes it difficult for me to wait longer, and I end up getting really uncomfortable and really..... obvious.... like right now.” She said, as she stood with her legs crossed and hand over her gurgling stomach. “So.... do you still think I could use another cup?” She giggled, suggestively. I’m no fool. This wasn’t realistic. But I didn’t care. How could I possibly waste another opportunity like this? It’s time to go big or go home. “Yes, I do.... it’s been a long day, I think we could both use the energy.” I smiled back just as suggestively, having already purchased the coffee. As I handed it to her, she sighed, giving me another one of those knowing smiles, but this time, knowing far more than she had before “All right, if you insist. But just to warn you, I may be a little uncomfortable, and you’re going to have to deal with that!” She giggled, shuffling her thighs back and forth. “You better not take long on this test, or you’re in trouble!” She giggled, though nervously. The gentleman in me enjoyed the banter, but the naughtiness in me had every intention of taking their time. If this was the same as last time.... What did I have to lose?
  4. I must warn everyone, this story contains messing and this is my first time including it in a story, so I do hope I did a good job with it so far. I received this interesting request for a short story from @Rick Dixon and I had a lot of fun writing it. It wasn't meant to be as long as it turned out to be, but... I went wild with it and it sort of mutated lol. The finished story will end up being posted in 3 parts. I hope all of you like part 1. *** Only One Stall Left Part 1 Ariel headed down the hall to get to her creative writing class, which was her last one for the afternoon. With a quarter-full bottle of water in one hand and her purse in the other, this stunning college girl was ready to take this new semester by the horns. Her tight, purple sweater and black pants hugged her curves in all of the right places and a pair of black, leather boots added the final touch to her outfit. She passed a set of elevators, where she turned the heads of a few male students, just as they were waiting for the doors to slide open. She was thin, but not frail, and her gorgeous, brown hair hung halfway down her back, grabbing the attention of those college boys long enough, that they failed to notice when the elevator arrived. She quickly checked the time on her phone, to make sure she was doing alright. It was normal for her to show up a couple of minutes early to each class, but she was surprised to discover that she had arrived seven whole minutes ahead of schedule. Wow, I’m earlier than I thought, she said to herself as she put her phone back in her purse. Miss Watkins probably won’t get here for another five minutes, so I’ll probably just have to wait, I guess. She turned the corner, clicking the heels of her boots on the tile floor along the way, turning the corridor into an echo chamber. Up ahead, she saw the signs for the restrooms, directly across the hall from the sign for the classroom. There was a bench next to the door, up against the brick wall, where she knew she would likely have to sit and wait. She took a quick peek inside, through the narrow slit in the door that served as a window. Just as she had expected, only darkness greeted her from within. She grabbed the handle of the door and gave it a tug. Sure enough, it was locked. “Well, I guess I really do have to wait out here.” With an irritated sigh, she sat down on the bench and took out her phone again. She figured she would see what her friends were up to on Facebook, while she hung out in the hallway. After a few seconds, however, she noticed a mild urge to pee. She had been drinking water and coffee throughout the afternoon, so she knew it wouldn’t be too much longer, before she would have to visit a toilet. She glanced up at the bathroom straight ahead of her and took a moment to consider whether or not she should go inside. Hmm, maybe I should. The class is an hour long, so it would probably be a good idea. She put her phone away again and started to get up, but suddenly, two other college girls came out, looking quite irritated. One was a blonde girl wearing a light blue, low-cut blouse that showed off some cleavage, tight yoga pants, and some slip-on sneakers. The other was a redhead, who wore a green sweater, tight jeans that showed off her shapely rump, walking shoes, and a backpack. Once in the hallway, the redhead started ranting and raving, with her hands waving in the air, and her backpack jiggling. “I can’t believe that all three of those stalls are full! This is ridiculous! I don’t want to walk all the way back just to find another bathroom!” The blonde girl folded her arms and started to tap her foot. “Yeah! And whoever those people are, they need to hurry up!” Ariel sat back down. Well, so much for that. I guess I can hold it until those stalls are free. Hopefully it doesn’t take too long. As soon as she had that thought, however, she felt a little bit of pain in her gut, just before a little fart escaped. She suddenly blushed, fearing that the other girls heard it, while trying to remember what she might have eaten that could be causing the trouble. The redhead noticed Ariel and a faint smile lightened up her face a little. “Hey, are you in Watkins’ class too?” Ariel smiled back, still blushing. “Yeah. You said the stalls are all full?” The blonde girl nodded, with a look of disgust on her face. “That’s right! I hope they don’t plug those toilets up, or else we’ll have to go all the way back to the lobby, to find another one!” Ariel remembered seeing the other set of restrooms on her way in, but had chosen not to stop there at the time. She had purchased the bottle of water that was in her hand from the café next to the bookstore, near the lounging area. She figured that she would be okay for a while, even though she had pretty much chugged that water along the way. For the next couple of minutes, the three of them waited, and another burst of gas escaped past her defenses. She tried to remember what the problem was, when at last it dawned on her, what it could have been. Her friend Lola had purchased her two cups of coffee earlier, with some delicious, vanilla creamer in it, and she had finished drinking it, just before she bought the water. I hope she didn’t forget to put non-dairy creamer in that coffee… She knows I can’t have lactose! A few more of their classmates arrived, one by one, until a small crowd formed in the hallway. A few more college girls went into the bathroom as well, but then came right back out. One of them held a hand over her nose and mouth, letting out a loud groan as she returned to the corridor. Ariel winced, as she thought about the horrors that must have been taking place in there. It sounds nasty, so I’ll probably have to wait for a while… I just hope I don’t end up in that same kind of trouble! By the time five more minutes had passed, their teacher arrived, with just two minutes left to spare. She was a middle-aged woman, with light brown hair that had a touch of gray in it, and she wore a business casual outfit, with a skirt, blouse, and high heels. Ms. Watkins gave them all a friendly greeting as she stepped up to the door and unlocked it. “Good evening! How are all of you doing?” Aside from Ariel and the irritated girls that had come out of the bathroom, most of the students responded in kind. She pushed the door open and flipped on the light, revealing a small room with a soft, blue carpet, and a pair of semi-circular tables touching end to end, forming a small circle in the middle, between them. A projector up on the ceiling pointed toward a white projector screen on the far wall and there was also a small desk off to one side, with a computer for the teacher to use, sitting on top of it, next to a few stacks of paper. The students all pulled out a chair and took a seat wherever they felt like it. The girls that had gone in the bathroom earlier all grabbed seats near the door, so Ariel had to look for a seat further up. Thanks a lot, she wanted to say to them, in the most sarcastic tone possible. You guys just go ahead and go before me… I’ll wait for you… She took a seat all the way towards the front of the room and Ms. Watkins grabbed one of the stacks of paper next to the computer. “Alright, here is the syllabus. This will give you an outline of all of the writing techniques I intend to teach you, throughout the semester.” She handed the papers to Ariel, who grabbed a set of pages that were stapled together off of the top, and passed the rest of them down. Now that she was stuck inside of the classroom, she felt her urge to pee grow even stronger. Damn it, I hope this doesn’t get too bad! She thought. My bladder is filling up so quickly right now! Deep in her gut, she heard her stomach start making rumbling noises. On top of her growing need to pee, she had a bad feeling that another type of mess was on its way. Oh shit, this can’t be happening! Ms. Watkins took a moment to explain the syllabus a little before getting started. She explained the grading scale and a few other things, but then, it was time to get the show on the road. To start off with, she picked up another stack from the desk, which was quite a bit thicker than the first, and handed them out, starting with Ariel, just like before. Ariel took what she needed and passed the rest down. Right off the bat, she realized that this was a sample story that had been scanned out of a book. She squeezed her legs together when she spotted the title, Riding out the Flood. Under normal circumstances, she would have found it interesting, but with the pressure in her bladder increasing, it was torture. Why? She wanted to ask. Why did we have to read this story today, of all days? Grabbing a seat next to Ariel, Ms. Watkins left the reading of this sample story to the students, starting off with those willing enough to volunteer. Some took their sweet time and others read their pieces quickly. Eventually, Ariel and the two girls she had met out in the hall, were the only ones left, who had not participated. Ms. Watkins gave Ariel a friendly smile. “Alright, just to make sure I have your name right, its Ariel… isn’t it?” The girl nodded. “Yeah… that’s right.” “Why don’t you go next?” For a moment, Ariel just stared down at the page, suddenly feeling everyone’s eyes on her. At the point in the story where the other people had left off, the main character was alone in a canoe, after having just survived the flood of the century. The rushing river raged all around him, with the waves crashing, and the rain falling, completely soaking him from head to toe. Oh god, how am I supposed to read this? Ariel wondered, suddenly crossing her legs as she imagined the scene that was taking place. She took a deep breath and prepared to get started on the next paragraph, but suddenly felt a need to pass more gas. She tried to hold it in, because she feared the embarrassment that would come, if it escaped. She attempted to hide her desperation beneath the table, but her bladder was filling just as quickly as the river in the story had done, before flooding its banks and washing away the protagonist’s entire neighborhood. As the poor man fought to stay afloat and remain optimistic, Ariel tried to do the same. She bounced her legs up and down, squeezed her ass tight, and struggled against the deluge taking place deep in her belly. Her bladder felt like a balloon swelling inside of her, causing her to experience intense feelings of urgency, while her colon filled up with gas, creating extreme discomfort, which only exacerbated the situation. Ariel noticed out of the corner of her eye, the blonde girl was squirming and blushing a little. Her redheaded friend seemed uncomfortable as well, but appeared to be in a better state. Eventually, the blonde girl suddenly interrupted Ariel, mid-sentence. “Miss Watkins… I’m sorry to interrupt, but, may I go use the restroom?” The teacher raised an eyebrow at her. “Of course, Kylie, go ahead.” Kylie smiled. “Thank you!” Ariel put one hand against her crotch as she watched her flee back out into the hall. Maybe I should ask too, Ariel thought. Since she was able to go, then it should be okay if I go, right? Ms. Watkins looked back at her, but instead of continuing the story, she went ahead and asked, “May I go also?” The teacher gave her an amused smirk. “Sure, why not? You might as well take the whole class with you, at this point.” A few of the other students laughed and Ariel blushed a little, before getting up and heading out into the hall. Once outside of the classroom, she felt a strong urge to pee and crossed her legs. “Come on, what the hell!” she cried. “You can hold it, Ariel… Come on…” Another fart escaped and she felt her guts continue to rumble. A burning sensation soon filled her anus and she put one hand on her backside. “Come on… You can make it… Come on!” She pushed the door open with her shoulder and went inside, but stopped in her tracks when she saw that Kylie was at the end of a long line, leading up to only one accessible stall, in the middle of the three that were there. The other two on either side had puddles of water on the floor inside of them and large, “Out of Order” signs, taped to the doors. “You’ve got to be kidding!” Ariel cried, wondering where all of these people came from and why they had to be there, right at that moment. Kylie turned back towards the bathroom door and she scowled at it. “Screw this! I’m going to find a different bathroom! Are you coming, Ariel?” Ariel said nothing, so the other girl just left without her. She hoped that she would make it, but she wasn’t going to try looking for another bathroom. Her rapidly filling bladder and anus were not likely to make it all the way back to the lobby, but then again, she wasn’t so sure she could make it through the line, either. At last, the only working toilet flushed and the person occupying the stall stepped out. The sound sent her poor bladder into a spasm. No, no… no! She doubled over and pressed hard against her crotch with one hand, while keeping the other on her backside, determined not to lose it all on the spot. A small spurt of pee escaped into her panties and she clenched all of her muscles, to avoid creating a flood on the floor. The other girls in the line glanced back at her, with some giving her empathetic looks and the others giggling at her predicament. Ariel’s face blushed bright red. She had not expected to be laughed at in such a manner. Her optimism was slipping, just like her control over her bodily functions. I know how that guy in the boat felt, right now, she thought. This is going to be a… disaster! One by one, each of the girls in the line finally got their turn. Ariel’s body was trembling and she had to wipe the sweat off of her forehead with her sleeve, on multiple occasions. When the last person in front of her went in and she was at the door, she was nearly at the end of her rope. With her bladder throbbing and her ass burning, she thought that at any second, the battle would be over. She put both hands in between her legs when she heard the last girl sigh with relief, but then she briefly lost control on the other end. She felt a little spurt escape out the back, making a mess in her panties. Soon, she heard the sound of the other woman’s pee gushing into the toilet and she lost another spurt of pee, while grabbing at her backside again. She tensed up all of the muscles in her body, closed her eyes, and pressed against herself for dear life. Listening to the powerful stream flowing into the water in the toilet bowl was pure torture. Come on, it’s almost… my… turn! Behind her, the bathroom door burst open and she glanced back, to see who it was. She spotted her friend Lola coming in. She was a particularly odd, young woman, who always had her black hair tied into a pony tail, often wore bright shirts with splashes of color and fancy designs all over them, and very tight jeans or skirts. This particular day was no different. “Ariel!” Lola cried, sounding overly excited, which seemed to be the normal way that she greeted people. “I have to show you something!” “C-can’t it w-wait?!” Ariel cried. Her unusual friend ran up to her and wrapped both hands around her arm, just as the toilet flushed. Come on Lola, it’s finally my turn! Let go of me! “B-but, I r-really have to go!” Ariel protested. Lola tugged on her arm, trying to pull her along. “You can wait. This will only take a second!” Ariel glanced longingly at the door of the stall for a moment, before allowing herself to be pulled along. She was just seconds away from completely soiling herself, but was far too embarrassed to admit to Lola how truly desperate she was. The last person that had been in the line before her, stepped out and gave her an amused look, as she was yanked out of the bathroom.
  5. Back in college, I had a GF who indulged me in wetting her panties and half slips. One day, in class, she became obviously tense, and a bit fidgetey. I asked if she was okay, and she wrote down, 'I have to go!'. She was wearing a simple blouse and a mid-thigh blue jean miniskirt. White panties on, underneath. It was about a 5 minute walk back to her room from the classroom, but it was both of ours final class of the day. I asked if she wanted to use the restroom right outside class, but she said, "no, I can wait." I walked up the stairs behind her, hoping to see a wet spot...nothing. Two girls coming down the stairs, also wearing shorter skirts, gave me an eyeful of white panties. This was a stellar afternoon! We get inside her room, and she heads for the toilet. I ask her, "would you please put on a slip and wet yourself?" She protested, though not for long, took off her skirt, put on a slip, and stood in the shower. She'd been in there about five seconds, grabbed her crotch, and not two seconds after that, her slip turned dark all around her hand. I think she truly had an accident, which is exactly what I was hoping would happen to her, one day. That led to a rather enjoyable rest of the day, and I'll never forget it. She'd wet her bikini, panties, other slips, but this was involuntary, and I loved it. She'd normally position herself in such a way that I could look up her skirt, and she'd ask, a few times, "can you see okay?" Not this time, though, and it was PERFECT.
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  7. WARNING. This contains poop desperation. Nothing grossly obscene although vivid description are provided. If that's not your thing please don't read. Disclaimer: This is not a work of fiction, but at the same time its not entirely a work of reality. The crucial events did happen, but there were many parts that I didn't explicitly see but have attempted to recreate. Thanks. Hey Guys! So this is a story involving Shruthi. Yes, this is Shruthi, my ex. We broke up quite a long time back. After the break up, she shifted abroad and has been there since. A week back, I got an email from the school that we were in together saying that they're organising a small get together for our batch. It had been just over a year since we passed out and as such, I was eager to go. Upon arriving at the school, I met a couple of my friends who had organised the entire thing. They told me it was going to be epic! We were all heading off to a remote hillstation called Yercaud to go trekking for a couple of days! It sounded great! I met a couple of classmates at the school function though not all that many. The majority of them, I was assured, had bunked the school meeting but were coming to Yercaud. We were told to meet up at the bus stop at night, around 10:30, for the 11:00 bus. I went home, packed, and quickly returned to the bus stand. There I found a lot of my old classmates, including Raj, Prakash, and, to my surprise, Shruthi. I was taken aback seeing Shruthi, she looked quite different, having grown significantly taller. She had also lost a fair amount of weight. Despite the fact that our relationship hadn't ended too badly, things were still somewhat awkward to say the least. I said hi to her and hugged her. She didn't seem weirded out and was actually quite kind. Finally the bus came and I entered it first. We had been allocated a total of 6 seats, in pairs of 2. I entered first, and took my choice seat. The rest of the people filed in, taking their seats at leisure. Shruthi was the last person to enter; she looked around, saw that the seat next to me was the only one left, and came and sat. The bus ride lasted only 8 hours, and , by the time we woke up in the morning, we had reached. We filed out of the bus, sleepy and disorientated. We quickly made our way to the hotel room where we checked in. Between the 6 of us, there were 3 guys and 3 girls. We had booked 2 rooms and as such one went to the guys and the other to the girls. We agreed to meet in the reception in an hour. After a shower and a short nap, we rendezvoused in the main hall to set out for the hike. Everyone had their backpacks strapped on and was in their hiking clothes. The last to arrive was Shruthi. She ambled leisurely down the stairs in a pair of Khaki shorts and a T-shirt. Now that everyone had assembled, we set off. We caught a jeep for about 20 minutes until we reached the outskirts of the hill station. From there we began our long, arduous, and memorable trek to the summit. Before setting out on our trek, we ate a hearty breakfast of dosa and idly at a base camp. It was a shady kind of place, with a blue tarpaulin roof and a hairy man flipping savoury pancakes. A giant coffee finished the meal and, ready for the trek, we set off. We climbed for easily an hour and a half before everyone began to feel tired. I myself had been lagging behind the bulk of the group, talking to Shruthi about what she'd been up to in the past year. She was bubbly and excited, as usual, as she told me about her job and her friends abroad. At one point we reached the top of the rolling hills. The gasping and panting of our group suggested a much needed break. We pulled out the mat and spread it over the ground, then pulled off our bags and sat down, enjoying the scenery. As everyone sat their talking and chilling, I noticed Shruthi sitting in an odd manner. She had her legs in front of her, with her knees bent and raised up until her chest, such that all of her body''s pressure fell upon her bottom. She was also slowly rocking back and forth as her hands clutched tufts of grass behind her. To add to this, she was sweating quite visibly, despite the cool mountain air. I've known Shruthi for quite a few years, and as such, I've seen what she looks like when she needs to take a shit. By the look of her face, I instantly knew that she needed to take a big shit :P No sooner had I though of this than I instantly reprimanded myself. Shruthi was my ex! I shouldn't even be thinking about these kind of things!! I determined to try my best to ignore it and hoped the situation would resolve itself. After a mere 2 minutes of sitting down, the other two girls, Keturah and Meghna excused themselves to the bushes. Before they got up to leave, they turned to Shruthi and asked softly ( I could hear because I was sitting right next to her) " Do you need to.... freshen up??" Shruthi forced a smile and said no. This shocked me back into observing the scenario. Why wouldn't she go with the girls when she so obviously had to relieve herself? Why did she remain silent?? It was only at this point that I remembered the relationships that Shruthi had shared with her classmates. It wasn't all that good. For some inexplicable reason she had never really fit in with the 'chic' group of the class. Maybe ..... * I'm switching into Shruthi's point of view at this point. Though the events are factual, I wanted to try and portray things grom her point of view. Shruthi felt as if she were bursting at the seams!! The sweat ran in large beads down her forehead as she rocked back and forth, frantic thoughts running through her panicking brain. " DOn't Do'nt let them know that you have to go..... Don't let them know.... Don't.." She rocked a little bit faster. When Keturah and Meghna came and asked her, her bowels stirred in acceptance but her dignity wouldn't allow her. "What would they think??? What would they think if I went with them and then I....and then I.....right in front of them!!! No way!!" Shruthi saw Keturah nod her head politely and move away towards the bushes. Shruthi cursed them in her mind. Four and a half minutes later and the pressure in Shruthi's stomach reached painfully frightening levels. She was pulling on the grass with all her might to press her bottom deeper and deeper into the soil, and just barely managing to stem the inevitable flow. Her stomach felt heavy and alternated between intermitttent sharp pains and the much more common cramps. Shruthi could feel her bowels tightening inside of her, trying, no doubt, to expunge whatever it was. At the same time, Shruthi sat firmly, the soles of her feet hovering above the ground so that all of her body weight went to sealing the other end of the tightened tunnel. She could feel her stomach swell in protest as the cramps worsened and worsened ; never subsiding. All of a sudden in the midst of a cramp, she felt a tiny waver. A small but concentrated force escaped her clenched sphincter. She felt a slight dampness between her cheeks. This was it! "Oh My God!! I can't do this!! There's no way I can trek in this state, I don't even know if I can walk!! I need to go! I need to go NOW!!" Shruthi got up and looked around. She saw a small tree in the distance, not more than 100 metres away. She forced herself to get to her feet and begin walking, clenching her sphincter with all her might as she sweat profusely. As she stood up and began walking away, she felt victorious for a second. Relief was mere seconds away!! Suddenly, a voice from behind made her spin back. "Hey Shruthi, where are you going?", it was one of the guys (not me). Shruthi felt her sphincter waver and she replied hurridly in a trembling voice, "I'm just going to, I'm just going to.... to... to freshen up". She was trying with all her might not to cross her legs. She could feel all of our eyes on her. "Oh. It's not safe to go off alone. Could you wait for Keturah to get back? She could go with you." Shruthi's mind was racing. She didn't know what to say. Beads of perspiration dripped off of her forehead. Her bowels bulged, like over inflated balloons, willing to do anything for deflation. She felt her sphincter tremble, loosening for only a second, but that was more than enough. She felt the storm coming. Instinctively she crossed her legs, for just a second forgetting about everyone watching her. The vaccum like pressure on her rear exit lowered the pressure considerably. She almost sighed when she realized that she was standing their, with her legs tightly crossed, and everyone was watching her. "They knew. They knew. They knew..." Shruthi was incredibly embaressed. Any exit would have been welcome from the awkward situation she found herself trapped in. Anything. I caught on. I knew what I could do. I stood up, the bottle of water I'd been drinking still in my hands, and spoke, "Yo. Don't worry guys, I'll accompany her. We'll be back in a second" If this had been any other scenario, Shruthi would have been repulsed, maybe even angered! Regardless of her mood she would have most certainly declined my offer. But under the given circumstances, any exit was a welcome one and her misty eyes and forced smile showed acceptance of my offer. As I walked up to Shruthi she exhaled deeply, grateful that the situation had been resolved. As I approached her however, she began to feel the pressure growing in her lower stomach once again. She felt the tension and the subsequent load straining against the only exit, flimsily covered by her pink spotted white cotton panties. As I came closer and closer she began to panic "Open your legs come onnnnn!!! Uncross your legs damnit!! You can do it!! Just clenchhhhh andd...." At the exact moment that I reached Shruthi she uncrossed her legs, turned in the direction of the tree and started walking. 90 metres, she mentally estimated. I turned to her, greedy with the chance that I found myself in. "Are you okay", I kindly asked. Shruthi turned to me, panic in her eyes. We made eye contact. Her face was one of sheer desperation. Sweating profusely and waddling awkwardly, she was unable to even reply. Shruthi suddenly felt her defences wane. A sudden cramp latched itself onto her with surprise and brute force, smashing through the wall. She felt a little bit of pressure shoot out of her, dampening her cheeks even more. "Fuck!! Fuck!! It's happenning.... I'm .... I'm ...... fucking.... fuck!!!!" Shruthi knew that she couldn't hold it any longer. Even her leg cross would most likely fail her at this stage. The only thing she could do was run... run! As I looked deep into her eyes, she sprinted ahead of me at full speed, dashing towards the tree. 30 metres!! 20 metres!! I knew what was happenning and I also knew that I had plausible deniability in the event of a confrontation. As such, I sprinted along behind her. 10 metres!!! Shruthi turned the corner, dashing behind the tree. She yanked at her belt, fumbling in her efforts to unbuckle it. Every passing second a gassy crackle spurred her on. Her barrier had almost broken. There would be no more reasoning with her stomach. I ran, faster and faster, determined to get a glimpse of the action, however shitty (pun intended) it may be. After 4 murderous seconds, Shruthi's belt popped off. Without so much as unbuttoning her khakhis she yanked them and her cotton panties as far down as they would go. They were just a couple of inches below her ass as she fell into a squatting postion facing the tree. Her bowels erupted with liquidy splatters onto the soil. I ran around the tree just in time to see her, trying to pull her khaki shorts further down whilst squatting unevenly with her other hand on the tree for support. I saw her face for a split second, eyes almost closed in orgasmic relief. In the millisecond before I turned my back, I looked to the ass. Liquid tatti streamed out of it like a brown river of piss. There must have been something wrong with the food she ate, that or she had an upset stomach. A faltering gush of piss shot out of her, narrowly missing her shorts and appearing to take her by surprise. She was forced to hurriedly change her squat. With her left leg slightly less bend than her right, she was crouched at an uneven level as her bladder voided itself, strongly rushing out between her sweaty thighs as her bowels continued to leisurely relieve themselves, plopping watery logs, squirt after another after another after another onto a messy semi-liquid puddle. <To be continued>
  8. Hi, Sorry for the long silence on here, a new term's just started at college so as you can imagine I've been very busy. Anyhow, I'm gonna jump strait to the point with this one. I was in college last week catching up on some work. I didn't have any lectures to attend but I wanted to work in their library. After a long and fairly boring morning, at lunch time I decided I needed to spice things up. Cue a little rapid desperation. Normally at midday I'd stop for lunch and visit the washroom. But today that was not happening. Rather than the washroom, it was one of the campus shop for a few bottles of diet coke. I'm not sure if you find the same, but carbonated drinks always make me need to pee. An hour and a half and nearly a litre of coke later, it was all beginning to hit my now bulging bladder. I was having to shift the position I was sitting in, constantly crossing my legs and swapping which was on top. I was fidgeting badly. My work was hard to concentrate on and I new I would have to take a trip to the bathroom soon. But I put it off. My heart fluttered as a swallowed the last of bottle two. The next ten minutes dragged. I was totally unable to concentrate on anything. I was wearing dark jeggings and a thong, and just five more minutes later was having to stuff my hand into my crotch. This is it, I though, I must go now. I hastily bundled my things and shoved them in my bag. Standing up put the full force of gravity of my throbbing bladder. My body buzzed with excitement as a tiny warm trickle of pee found its way into the fabric. I looked up and quickly wiped the smile from my face. Everyone around me was concentrating on work, I knew smiling would just make me look crazy in there. And let's face it, added attention was the last thing I needed. With steady, timid steps, and a calm poker face, I made my way to the door. But inside I was screaming. My bladder was busting. Every step made me tremble. I made it through the door and immediately, in the quiet corridor, broke out into into a jog. My bad in one hand, the other I thrust into my crotch and prayed no one would be coming in the other direction. I made it round the corner. The door with that little picture of the girl in the dress never looked so good. As I tumbled to a halt I felt a hot gush hit my hand. The spurt of pee had come strait through the fabric and covered my fingers. I looked up, crossing my legs on the spot and reaching out to open the door. But what was that? That yellow sign? 'Cleaning in Progress'. I couldn't believe it. It was locked. Now of all times. I was on floor 4, the only other washrooms were on the ground floor. I could hear footsteps from behind me, and two people talking to each other in front. My face begun to feel as tough it were on fire. I glanced around to the opposite side of the corridor, turning on the spot and feeling another warm burst hit my jeggings. Now with my hand out the way this one trickled down the inside of my leg. There was a small lab opposite me. Empty. The wall against into the corridor lined with windows, the door also. But against the far wall were three lab sinks. My heart pounded through my chest. I knew I had to make it to those sinks. With people getting closer and closer to coming into view, I sprinted for the door and burst into the empty lab. I slammed it behind me, and scrambled to close the blinds. I could feel a thin dribble of pee making its way down between my legs. I was leaking badly, but the tingling sensation of the warm trickle was so nice! I managed to grab hold of the last blind and yank it down. Privacy, at last. And it was as if my bladder knew. A third and massive spurt shot straight through my jeggings. I gasps and once again thrust in my hand. Frozen to the spot I threw my bag out the way and slid my other hand down into my pants. With one finger I found my pee hole and covered it. But it was full. Very full. The skin stretched around my bladder, my knees now shaking with excitement. Breathing heavily, I looked up to the sinks. They were oh so far away. As I tried to figure if I could make it, my finger slipped over my wet skin and a my uncovered hole burst with a final hard jet of pee. Frantically I tried to lower my jeggings, knowing I must protect them. But no sooner had I shoved them half way down my thighs that a warm cascade burst through my thong. A flood erupted. The thick stream was coming right through as if no fabric was there. It hammered down over my half lowered jeggings and rained through to my legs. Split into two streams, the hot pee gushed into down the inside of each leg, pouring right into my shoes. I gasped for air. The release, no matter how terribly messy, felt like heaven. I could hear the shower of stray drops spattering the cold hard floor. Knowing the damage was done, I pulled my jegggings up stiffly, desperate to feel the tight fabric clenching my crotch. As it did I trembled with pleasure. Still peeing hard into the soaked fabric I fell to my knees. Streams continued to tumble along the inside of my legs and now pooled in one bug yellow puddle on the floor. By the time it was all over, I was very, very excited and ever so horny. I was drenched. My jeggings engulfed with soggy pee and my shoes squelchy with the warm golden liquid. My next big challenge was to make it off site without anybody noticing. I pulled of the soaked jeggings and removed my sodden thong. In a bizarre attempt to fight fire with fire, half naked and on all fours I mopped up the puddle with the jeggings, taking several trips to and from the sink to ring them out. The idea was to hide the wet and incriminating stains by covering every inch of the fabric in pee. I removed the last of the evidence with some paper towels and pulled back on the now cold, wet pants. Walking fast and with my head down, I headed directly for the bike lockup and rode off campus with haste. Still not wearing my thong under the wet leggings, I enjoyed the vibration of the saddle rubbing into me. I made it to the tree, nearing the end of my cycle home, and decided to stop hear. The autumn afternoon was calm, with a gentle, relaxing breeze. The perfect place to unwind after such an intense experience. And so it was sat on the soft earth in the shadow of the tree, that I once again slid my hand into my jeggings for what was to become a full on and very sticky playtime.
  9. This is fairly short by section standards but it was a nice experience. A few months ago i was employed as a security guard in this courtyard. Right beside the courtyard was a nightclub. One night there was a party booked at the club, by a bunch of college students. From what i heard, there was only one working bathroom in the club, which led to some interesting sights. There were no accidents or anything major but a few nice sights indeed. The first happened as the students were arriving. The bouncers had set up barricades where the students lined up to get in. In the line there was a gorgeous darker skinned lady. As me and my partner walked by the barricade she said she really needed to pee and was squirming. We informed her that we had nothing we could do and she'd need to wait to use the club bathroom. I watched and she desperately wiggled and complained to her friend about her full bladder. Another incident happened later in the night. A girl in a white dress was with her friend outside the club. She was pee dancing and talking about how she was about to pee her pants. I watched in aw. Her friend decided to bring to a nearby McDonald's to relieve herself. There were more incidents of desperation, but none i remember well enough to recount here. Needless to say it was a very arousing night for me.
  10. Part 1 Mason knew that it was probably too late in the semester to begin posting flyers on the campus billboard for cheap rides to places in order to earn cash before winter break. It was already a few days before school would let out for vacation. The requirements of senior classes and university term papers are so rigorous that one barely has time to do invest in themselves or anything else as soon as the semester is about to roll over. Nevertheless, he had to find some way of income by Christmas time to get away from his parents for the holidays. Offering cheap rides to other students for winter break seemed a bit sketchy to him but the holiday demand was sure to elevate his financial plan to success. Mason was eager to get away from his parents to leave and visit his grandfather for the season. He promised Mason a generous inheritance soon before he graduated college next year to help him get on his feet and a place to stay. Mason was in his 4th year of studying to become an electronics engineer and preparing to work for his father's pharmaceutical industry. He was 22 and didn't want to work with his dad whom he felt to be unnecessarily hard on him academically. Anything to get away from home after graduating college, get an apartment and maybe even find a girlfriend would be his ambition. If only it were more of a reality. Mason walked up with the plain black and white tear-off flyer to the bulletin board in the main college lounge where other student advertisements were sloppily posted and displayed and posted it toward the center next to another student's advertisement about essay correcting. He didn't have time to make his flyer attractive, reading "$45.00 RIDES AVAILABLE TO LOCATIONS 150 MILES WITHIN PORTLAND CITY" with his contact information displayed on the tear-off strips below. He walked away from the board, stuffing his books in his laptop bag while glancing outside the large windows at several feet of snow that rested on the campus and surrounding pine trees as if it were a white blanket that covered earth. "We're expecting 3 more feet by Sunday!" A man said in a chipper tone as he stood next to Mason sipping his coffee and staring outside the window. "Yeah, if only we didn't have to drive in it, it'd be quite a beautiful sight to behold." "Oh boy, You're telling me! Let's hope the flights aren't cancelled by next week! My wife and I have a lot of traveling to do this season! It was already Thursday evening. Mason looked up at the falling snow through the glass and released an inaudible sigh. He adjusted his glasses and glared at the ground in seemingly deep thought for a moment. He then looked up and said, "Well, take care Mr. Simon," waved and walked outside to his car with his bag. Mason stretched on his gloves and hat which were stuffed in his brown coat jacket and began to brush the snow from the side view mirrors of the car. The snow had gathered 2 inches on top of his car since he was in class that morning. He drove a silver 1999 Chrysler 300M that he'd gotten for fairly cheap on his 16th birthday. He kept it in very good shape and it had decent mileage. He drove home on the main road that night and thought to himself as he reached home and prepared for his last heavy night of term paper writing for his biology class that was due tomorrow afternoon. --- The next morning, Mason woke up to a new text message on his phone as he got ready to head out. He opened it: "Hi, I saw your ad on the board at campus. My name is Alyssa and I need a ride to Shelton, Washington by 5am Saturday morning. I'm willing to pay $50.00 in cash. Can you do this?" He replied to her message, "Yes, I'm able to give you a ride to Shelton by tomorrow. Can you meet at the Founder's Lounge at 5pm today?" He quickly combed down his brown hair as he stood in the mirror of his bedroom and threw on a baggy green sweater and white t-shirt that was visible under his sweater along with a pair of blue jeans and brown Dr. Marten boots. He doubled his socks, wool ones, due to the below freezing temperatures outdoors. He grabbed his brown jacket and headed out the door as he acknowledged his mother a farewell who was still asleep on the couch. His father was at work that morning. He didn't care to talk to his father that often. As he got inside of his car after cleaning the snow off the vehicle, his cell phone buzzed with another message: "Ok." It said. He put on a CD with the orchestral version of J.S. Bach's Little Fugue in G Minor as he drove to his college campus and envisioned what this girl could possibly look like or what her circumstances were. After his final class for the day, Mason walked over to the Founder's Lounge and flopped down into one of the chairs near the warm fireplace, exhausted from test taking and walking in the snow from the lecture hall. His nose, ears and cheeks were red and a small amount of snow rested on the top of his hat and shoulders which fell unto his lap as he pulled the cotton hat from his head. A rest of the snow flew unto the ground. He looked at his wrist watch and saw that it was 5:03pm. He took his laptop bag full of books from his lap and dropped it onto the floor. He looked around, not sure what she looks like or where she would be. 'Maybe I could've been more specific?' Thinking to himself. Ten minutes had passed and he'd began to grow concerned and annoyed at the absence. Opening his bag and taking out his notebook and a black permanent marker, he wrote Alyssa's name on it and and ripped it out of his notebook. He gathered his belongings and stood near the fireplace holding up the paper sign as if he were standing in an airport. After a minute and a half, he eyed a slender blond girl with a red pea coat with dark brown eyes with heavy mascara who stood in the back talking to 2 other girls. He'd seen her in his psychology class but didn't know her name at the time. She immediately stopped talking to the other girls and made her way over to him. "Are you the driver?" She asked. "Yes I am. Are you Alyssa?" She glared at him quickly from top to bottom with a hint of disgust and raised one eyebrow slightly. "Yeah... You can put that sign down now." Mason quickly crumbled up the sign with his gloves on and stuffed it in his coat pocket. "So, to Shelton are we?" He said. Alyssa looked around. "Are we the only ones going?" "Yes." He replied. She snickered. "I thought there were going to be other people. This is a taxi, isn't it?" Mason was confused by her question. "Well no..." "You're a senior, right?" She said. "Yeah... Engineering major..." Alyssa took out her phone and looked at it and continued. "Look, I don't know what you're trying to pull here, but I have to get to Shelton tomorrow morning. How the hell do I even know you're going to get me there?" "I have a car with good mileage and it's never failed me once." Mason explained, "I'm prepared for any impending storms, flats and I already have the quickest route mapped out from PSU to Shelton." He pulled out a map. "It's about 2 hours and I'll be sure to get you there by no later than 10:00pm tonight so you'll be early." "Who uses maps anymore?" She said rudely. "It's not smart to always rely on technology." Alyssa thought and looked at his map and scrolled through her phone again. He could not take his eyes off of her long gold earrings. "Garnets." "What?" Alyssa replied. "Your earrings, they're garnets. The gemstone at the end. That's my mom's birthstone." "Aha... right." She replied in an uncomfortably sarcastic tone. He looked down at her long black leatherette boots in silence. She clearly didn't like him. He was not glad she did not seem to trust him or judge him so quickly. 'This is going to be a long and rough ride,' he speculated. She looked up at him. "Ok, you get me there by 10:00pm tonight and I'll pay you. I am not paying full in advance." "That's fine..." Mason said, "Don't worry about it." Alyssa's phone began to ring. She looked at it and signaled "1 minute" at Mason and took the phone call. Mason picked up his laptop bag and slung it over his shoulder and looked outside. It was starting to get dark. He waited a moment for Alyssa to get off the phone but she continued to talk and walked over to the coffee stand and ordered a vanilla cinnamon cappuccino while speaking. He overheard her say, "Yeah... It's just one of those geeky tech club guys." To the person on the phone. Mason tapped her on the shoulder as she waited on her coffee and whispered, "I'll be outside." She looked at him and mouthed "Ok" with an annoyed and dazed look. Mason cleaned off his car and waited for Alyssa outside, studying his map again and set his thermos in the cup holder. The back seat of his car was a bit messy with extra clothes, books, soda bottles, fast food bags and electronic equipment. He discovered a blanket in the back seat and spread it over the mess to make it less conspicuous. After 20 minutes, Alyssa found her way outside and discovered Mason next to the car with the lights on waiting. "We're going in that?" She said surprisingly. Mason stood silent for a moment. "Is there a problem?" "Are you sure that's going to get us to Shelton?" "Positive." He replied. It has under 12,000 miles. "Ooh goodie." She replied sarcastically as she flipped her hair out of her face, holding her coffee in one hand and phone in the other. Mason rushed over to the passenger's seat to open the door for her. "You don't have to do that." She said. "I didn't have to, but I wanted to." Mason replied. "Dream on." She mumbled to herself. Mason irritatingly made his way over to the driver's seat, closed the door and adjusted his mirrors. "Do you want me to take your coffee? There's a cup holder on this side." "No, I got it." She replied as she held it in her purple mittens. "Wake me up when we get there." Alyssa said as she adjusted her seat back, crossed her arms and closed her eyes and pretended to try and sleep. It was obvious that she was thinking to herself and trying hard to avoid communication. Mason adjusted his seat and turned the ignition key. The engine spun but did not start the first time. He turned it second time. A third. "Is something wrong with the car?" Alyssa said quickly. Mason turned the ignition key a forth time, slowly, and the car began to start. "Nope! It happens sometimes. Just the starter." He adjusted his hat in the mirror. "It's normal." Alyssa annoyingly sighed away her anxiety, turned her head over to her side of the window at the snow gently falling and downed the rest of her coffee as Mason pulled out of the campus parking lot and down the road. Classical music began to play from the stereo. ...To be continued.
  11. I didn't get to see it happen (totally different major), but a friend of mine admitted that she purposely wet herself during finals one time. It was a hot day so she was drinking plenty of water. That, of course, got her desperate very quickly into the two hour or so exam. Rather than let that distract her throughout the exam, she realized that she was almost certainly going to lose it some time into the exam, and that those stopping to make fun of her were putting themselves at a disadvantage. Therefore, she just let it go right there, all while continuing to work on the exam as if nothing happened. Sometime further into the exam, she did it again. Both times, she heard a little laughter, but she didn't let that distract her. She ended up making an A in the class, turning what would have been a distraction for her into a possible distraction for others who weren't focusing. She did share a few pictures she took right after the exam (which I obviously really liked, commenting that she's very dedicated), but she doesn't want me to share it with anyone else. I'm going to respect her and not share the pictures, but just for visualization purposes, imagine an average (good looking, not fat but not skinny either) white college girl in blue jean shorts and a gray shirt, with a somewhat diffuse wet patch around her crotch and down her legs along with a big wet patch on her behind. BTW, she studied health so she knew how urine isn't "dirty" and she also commented that it was also quite refreshing feeling the cooling effect when she walked outside in the hot weather. It all dried up in minutes and she was sufficiently well hydrated that once she took the bus home, nobody knew. She even sniffed her shorts once she was home and she could only barely notice any smell at all.
  12. I'm doing this on another member's request, payment, and story outline suggestion. Hope 'yall enjoy! This is not finished, but I'll go ahead and put the first part out there. Krystal's watch alarm went off just as she thought she would make it to campus on time. She would have been there early, but had realized she had left her history homework at Casey's the night before when she first arrived. Since Casey's house was so close to the campus, she decided to just run there and back. But morning traffic had blocked her on the way back (with the crosswalks and all), thus slowing her down. Nevertheless, her alarm was purposely set 15 minutes early, so she still had some buffer. She just couldn't brag to Casey and Hanna that she had arrived at the college 15 minutes early every day of the first 9 weeks anymore. "Bother," she thought. "I'll just have to try again next quarter." Meanwhile, the jog had left her panting and thirsty. She was an athletic girl, in fact she had beaten her computery older brother in so many wrestling matches when they were younger that he almost automatically submitted to her when she tackled him nowadays. But a jog on a school morning that she had not warmed up for at all had consequences nonetheless (though she was glad she had decided to wear a thin, light green t-shirt even though it was a bit small instead of the hotter black one). She walked with a slight stagger to the main building, thankful for the air conditioning inside (it was late summer). Imediately, she went over to the vending machines and bought a large vitamin water. Guzzling this down, she decided she would need some ordinary water to completely quench her thirst (vitamin water, or any dring with something dissolved in it, can be quite unsatisfying). With a few minutes left, she filled the empty bottle at the water fountains and then went over to a bench to finish recovering from the jog. She had just finished it when her phone calendar notification for class start went off. Getting up she felt a slight twinge in her bladder as her tight jeans put pressure on it from the way she rose. Why had she not taken the time to switch into the right size jeans? The problem of finding pants that were the right size was amplified at the moment since she was just coming out of a growth spurt, during which her grandmother had sent her many a pair of pants. Sorrily, most of these pairs were still in almost-new shape, but unusable because they were now too small. She decided she didn't have time to go to the bathroom since that was probably what all the careless students would be doing, and she couldn't wait for them, nor did she want to be seen by/with them. As she headed to class, however, something at the back of her mind seemed to be trying to warn her about something involving today and the women's bathroom, but she couldn't remember what it was.
  13. Recently I have decided that I may want to start wearing diapers to my classes. I only go twice a week, but I am there all day. I am not worried about having accidents in class or anything like that, I just see it as an opportunity to wear more often. Usually I would never wear to school, but I have done some thinking that is starting to change my mind. I've been thinking that the main reason that I never used to wear diapers to school is that I don't want my friends to find out. However after thinking, I have discovered that because of the way college works, that I haven't really made any friends in college. I have made several acquaintances, but maybe only one or two friends. I don't live in a dorm, so the only interaction with the people I meet is during class, and even then there isn't much talking because the professor is teaching. So in a way, my situation is similar to going in public with strangers while diapered: It doesn't really matter. So my question is this: Am I not thinking properly and this is a bad idea, or does my logic work? I also realize that I will likely need to bring more than one diaper to change.
  14. This story is meant as a continuation of my only other story which I wrote last year in July but forgot to continue, so if you want to hear the events leading up to this, search 'An Unexpected Visit' or my name 'Mr_Awesome' and you will find it. This story may seem very cliché because of the situations so I apologise if it isn't to the same standard as my last one. ~~~ Jesse woke up on Monday morning feeling pleasant. She remembered her encounter with John, a guy from school she had feelings for. She had shown up at his house on Friday with a desperation problem and it had all turned out for the better. Now she couldn't wait to see him at college. And thinking about college... Jesse picked up her alarm clock, looked at it and practically threw it at the wall as she realised she was going to be late. If she was late she wouldn't be there for her register class and if she wasn't there, she wouldn't get to see John until Maths at the end of the day. She threw on her clothes and was gone in minutes. The bus journey was a pain as she realised she had forgotten to make her daily bathroom visit before leaving her place. This bothered her and she knew she would either have to go and wait to see John, or rush to register class to see him and have to hold it for a couple of hours. Holding it is. She made her way to class and when she got there she froze in her tracks upon seeing John sit at his usual place. She had initially planned to speak to him but now the moment had arrived, she couldn't help but back out. She sat down at her designated desk. --- 3:45 PM, Maths Class --- Jesse is sat down with her hands awkwardly positioned near her crotch. She knew she couldn't hold herself for fear of embarrassment but having her hands close to there gave her reassurance. John walked in the door. She stared but luckily he didn't notice. The sight made her relax for a moment and a squirt of pee made its way out. She panicked and squeezed herself. She regained control easily but she knew it wouldn't be easy after a while. Everyone else sat down on the teacher's request. Her teacher was quite old so therefore they could get away with most things like passing notes and talking. However they would never be allowed to leave for the bathroom. "College is a grown up place, meant for young adults. Which means no bathroom breaks." She had grown tired of hearing this and many had wet themselves on the classroom. It usually only resulted in the person being told off and sent home. The lesson started and the only thing keeping Jesse from making a huge puddle in her chair was John. What had happened on Friday was good, but she would prefer not to have an accident accompanying every sexual interaction between her and the one she wanted so much to have a relationship with. The lesson was half way through when she got an idea. She got a piece of her pink printed paper from her notebook and scribbled down some words. "I have to pee :(" John sat only a few desks away so she got the note to him easily. She looked at him as he read the note and his expression turned into shock and then a smile. He shuffled awkwardly. The note had awoken his mind a bit, resulting in unwanted bodily reactions. He looked in her direction and she's looked back, finally pressing ether hand into her crotch to stop herself from making a mess and to keep John's interest. The note arrived back at her desk. ":)" She smirked and accidentally let out another little spurt of pee. She was wearing back leggings as she normally did and so she wasn't too worried about stains but if she didn't manage to hold it in until the end of the lesson, whether she had wet spots or not wouldn't matter. The note conversation between Jesse and John continued for quite a while. John knew of her growing desperation, and Jesse knew about his arousal. She knew she couldn't hold it much longer. "I barely have a few minutes left. This is so embarrassing...." "I can imagine Jesse, but I'm sure you can hold on a little longer" His note reached her and she tuned around, slowly shaking her head. He wondered why until he heard the hissing coming from her direction. She tried to stop it by pushing her hand as far into her crotch as possible but it didn't help. She started to cry. All eyes were on her and the pee was spurting out of her, flowing over the edge of the chair and splattering onto the floor. She got up and left with her head hanging in shame. A few could be heard smirking to themselves but Jesse didn't take notice as she rushed out of the door. John followed her, despite the teacher trying to stop him. He chased her down the corridor until she slowed to a stop and he took her in his arms. "It's okay Jesse. You don't have to be embarrassed. You can come to my house again and ill wash your clothes." "Thank you so much John. How can I repay you?" "You don't have to." And with that, he kissed her again. They left for his house but when they got there, they did more than just wash her clothes. ~~~ Ok that definitely wasn't as good as my last story but I hope some people enjoy it anyway. My girlfriend helped a bit with this story as well so I just thought I might point that out. Thanks for reading!
  15. I'm going to use fake names for this. Sounds like it should be in fiction, but it is a true story, every part. My friend was a female, in her twenties like me, and we were in college. We were project partners on a computer project. Her name was May. She was boyish, but to me she was beautiful. She had pulled-back hair, wore jeans that were not too loose or too tight, sneakers, and had on a shirt. So we were in the computer lab on campus and she had just finished drinking a bottle of soda. Before we had dinner together and she had a cup of soda then. She had not used the bathroom since. So she pushed herself away from the computer. In a strained voice, "I need to go to the bathroom, cause I just drank soda." The computer lab had one girls and one boys bathroom. After ten minutes she came back. She looked sad. I asked what was wrong and she said, "Ohh..." started to bounce. "One of the stalls was out of order and there were two girls ahead of me to go in the remaining one. It was taking forever so I came back here." I told her she should just go (even though I was becoming turned on...I didn't know I found her attractive as more than a friend until this day happened). "N-no, we have to finish this. Come on." After a while, she placed a foot under herself. The free leg that dangled started to shake. I asked if she was going to be ok. May replied, "Ahhhhh. I just really gotta go!" Eventually she got up to go use the bathroom BUT she stopped, slouched, grabbed her belly, and legs turned inwards and closed. "God, I almost just lost it in my pants." She tried to posture herself, but walked out of the lab waving back and forth. She was back not long after. "Damn!" I asked what was wrong now. May said, "The stupid janitor wouldn't let me in! He was cleaning it and-." She stopped and as she sat closed her legs with her hands at her crotch. "Doh....Doh....eeee....." It was odd seeing May like this, as she was a boyish type. I've only seen girly girls squirm and dance when really needing to go. I said to her we should Save the project and go. She didn't look like she could last much longer. She bent forward a bit, hands still to crotch. She said, "N-N-No. I ca-can hold it." Her favorite TV show was going on later and she wanted this project out of the way. "Oh no." She said, blushed. I asked what happened but she said to get back to work. But I could tell...a little leaked out. After twenty more minutes and May shifting and squirming in her seat, she couldn't take much more. Her legs crossed and shook. We finished, saved, submitted, and got up...very carefully. Her arms crossed on her chest, legs tight, she walked out with me slowly. She said she had to go really bad and needed to go before we left. I said no prob. She thanked me and as we got closer to exiting the lab into the hall where the bathrooms were, she started to smile but it went away. There were three girls outside the ladies room, meaning the line was longer than that since it held the door open and went out it. "Jeeeeeeeeeezus!" May said. Her legs crossed in those nice jeans, looked like she would cry. A little piece of her belly hung out over the waist of her jeans. I was surprised. I told her she should've waited before the first time, she looked tortured. She said the closest bathroom was her dorm. So we started to walk there....sadly, that meant going down a hill, half a mile walk, and up a hill. Our campus was strange. The only building on the path was the lunch hall which was closed. We had to make it to her dorm...........or as she said, "My god, I hope I don't have an a-accident in front of everyone in public." She could barely walk the way. Once we started going up the last hill, she was in pain. Said she felt fire in her gut. "I'm gonna blow!" she said to me. I held her arm and she was worried people would think we were together. I told her I don't care. That made her happy. But honestly I was so turned on at this point I was definitely asking her out after this lol May's legs were tight together and her knees pointed inwards. We made it to the dorm's entrance. She needed her key card to get in. She looked through her bag. She was hurrying through her stuff and got it BUT dropped it on the ground and it slipped into a sewer pipe. She froze and said, "N-no. Oh no!" I banged on the door. May did not have much time left. She was rubbing herself and jumping around. She was desperate. "No no...I can't have an accident in public. Not here." Finally two more people came by and we went in after them. She saw the bathroom and ran trying to unbutton herself before even going through the door, but stopped. She was wrestling with her button on her pants. She looked at me, eyes watery., legs crossed, hopping in place, people giggling as they passed by and looked at her. Her gut had filled with so much pee, he bladder expanded and was pushing tight against the button. She couldn't undo it. I went up to help her.......but it was too late. Her face grew into terror and she said "Oh no....". It was loud. She started to go to the bathroom in her pants right there. People stared and some laughed. Mays face grew red and she had tears coming out . Her jeans became stained and came out onto her shoes. It leaked from under her pants. She covered her mouth and ran away, crying from embarrassment.
  16. Hey everybody! It's been quite a long time since I've been active on here and its been quite a long time since I've gotten desperate and/or had a wetting. I've been SLAMMED with work and school and studying, I barely have time to eat and sleep! Anyway, October 19th tomorrow/ Monday/today (for some of you) I'll be on campus all day tomorrow, spending most of my time between classes at the library. So I'm planning on doing a desperate hold and possibly wetting tomorrow. I leave home for class usually at around 8:20am central time and wont be getting back home until about 9:30pm central time, that is a long time for me to hold so it would be fun to have someone to chat with. I can't wait since this will be my first time doing something like this on campus and the first time in a long time. So if you're interested, shoot me a message!! Doesn't matter of male or female. I guess I'll post this in the live action thread as well.
  17. Today is your first day at your new school. You graduated high school and you are going to college for an engineering degree. You wake up late, and realize that you only have 15 minutes to make it across campus to class! You can feel a slight need to pee, but you're also quite hungry, and you reeeeally need a shower. Time to prioritize! A] Take a quick shower and throw on some sweats, barely making it to class in time B] Drop by the grab and go for some fruit on your way to class, again barely making it in time. C] Use the bathroom and leave for class, arriving early enough to get a good seat in the front.
  18. So the soon to be wifey has been posting the past few days. I haven't had time at all because of school and work but Im finally gonna write this topic... This past weekend, my fiance and I went to a college party here in Denver. It was lots of fun, tons of alcohol, packed with people, decent music, beer pong, and of course lots of kush was smoked. Anyway I made my babygirl chug a 24oz smirnoff and I just kept downing my beers and taking shots in between. However, the restroom was taken over by groups of girls chatting (they always do that and it's annoying because no one can use the restroom....). So with the large consumption of drinks and holding our bladders, my fiance she told me she was REALLY desprate had to go pee ASAP. So we found a dark hidden spot at the apartment complex to go pee in peace. She couldn't squat so she peed standing up and some of it ran down her legs and panties. It was so sexy too because she was making out with me while she was peeing. This happened about 4 more times that night and by the end of the night her panties were already soaked lol. Thank god she was wearing a dress!!! What a great night!!! ------Daddy
  19. So, writing for the first time....any suggestions/constructive critiques are welcome ! This happened in the final year of my college life in India. A group of us friends were in charge of hosting a departmental reunion and meetings used to run long after the normal class times. It was close to the date of the event and we were all talking at length about a visit to the department by some guest before the event to inspect labs et al. The visit was supposed to be on a weekend and so some of us had to come in Saturday. Our meeting room used to be closed normally on weekends and we had 2-3 keys, one of which, happened to be with my ex as she used to stay on campus in the girls' hostel. As the meeting dragged on a lot of the group had left leaving only 3-4 at the end. We decided at the end that one of us would have to come in the next day and prepare for the visit. Then we discovered that all the people with the keys had left earlier leaving only my ex as a possibility. She declared she could not come the next day as she had some plans but she could bring the keys quickly to us from her hostel. So, she hurried out to the hostel and left us to talk about other things. After about a rather long 20 mins (hostel was a 5 min walk max) she returned and handed over a key to us. The others quickly took the key and bid us goodbye. I don't know if nobody noticed but I saw that she had changed her jeans from the dark one she was wearing to another. Since I had to leave as well, I could not press her too much that night but on teasing her about it, she blushed and would not talk about it. It took some time for us to break the ice about such events as this was quite early on in our relationship. It was later, one random phone call on some random night, much later, when we were much more comfortable with each other, that the true secret was revealed. And here it is from the girl's perspective : ---------------------------------------------------------------------- By the end of the meeting I was seriously desperate and in need of a loo pretty badly. But then I did not want to keep anyone waiting for the key and decided I would quickly get it from my room. Ahh, why didn't I bring it with me ? I stepped out of the building and the cool breeze hit my face and I suddenly realized that I was more desperate that I had thought....however, I carried on, I was a big girl after all in my final year of college ! On the way I met a friend who tried to indulge me in some small-talk...I tried to talk my way out of it (talking away valuable time) and got into my hostel. My room was on the 3rd floor and walking up the stairs was painful. As soon as I reached the third floor I had a decision to make : either get the keys or use the toilet. I was super desperate but decided to first get the keys from my room and then use the restroom before I went back. That proved to be my biggest mistake ! The room was on the opposite side of the corridor as the toilets and all the girls in the floor used the same restroom facilities. I quickly stepped into my room and then I tried to quickly find the keys. In my panic, I realized the keys were not in their usual place and I actually had to search for them ! I was under serious pressure now and wondered if I should continue searching or go. I decided to search a bit more. Soon enough under the table I found the key. It had somehow fallen down and I quickly took it as a huge wave of desperation hit me. I doubled over and half-walked to the door. Since none of my roommates were present I had to lock the door before I went out again (and had to unlock it to get in) ! I was in panic then : I tried locking the door but somehow the key won't fit in as I struggled wth it ! "Why does this have to happen now ???" I wondered. As the key finally slid in, another desperation wave hit me almost overcoming my resistance. I was in serious trouble now. I had to use the restrooms NOW ! In panic, as soon as the door was locked, I ran ! Running was another big mistake as I soon realized ! Maybe I should have half-walked slowly to the restroom but running made everything happen so quickly. As I was midway through to the restrooms I could feel I was no longer in control. New surges of desperation hit me as I felt control slipping away and myself getting wet. I quickly crossed my legs when I realized what was happening and tried to regain control. I was spurting uncontrollably as I opened the door to the toilets. Thankfully there was no one to view my condition or I would have been so embarrassed. The cubicles were empty and I kept leaking in my panties as I entered them : I just could not control any more. I had to struggle with my tight jeans inside and by the time I got it down and sat down with relief, I knew I had had a major major accident. As I finished peeing, I stood up to survey the damage. The jeans were noticeably wet till my knees on one leg and the upper thighs on another. I was so ashamed. Now I had to walk back to my room, unlock it again and change into something and then walk back ! Well, let this be our secret ok ? I have quite a few other stories to tell, but just to you.....so shhhhh
  20. Leah's night out. This is the third story featuring Leah, following on from the kind words of posters who replied to my previous writings here. Thank-you to all of them, and to pguy69 for planting an idea which goes into the story. I'm very new to writing things, but I just tend to sit down and find a story falls together in my head. Here is my third one, in which Leah goes out for the evening and – well – you'll have to read for the rest :)! I hope that people enjoy it. Leah had been away at university for just over a month now, having finally left home following a gap year. She'd been brought up in a decidedly middle-class family as the only child of her parents, an insurance manager and a teacher, in the suburbs of London. She'd been an academic success and got top grades in her 'A' levels, before spending time travelling the world and latterly working to earn money. Her parents were very nervous about her moving away to uni – it would be an entirely new experience for her, and she was secretly a bit nervous herself. She hadn't gone too far, though – the city she'd moved to was only an hour and a half away from home on the intercity train, so it was easy if she fancied going home for a few days. As well as her academic prowess, she was undoubtably a beautiful young lady. Her curly brown hair had many guys hanging onto her every word – she had freckles, brown eyes, relatively slim and, at 32B, not top heavy, but still just curvy enough. She'd had a boyfriend before, and had been on dates, but was quite reserved and still relatively innocent. Her parents had been keen to stress the importance of studying hard whilst she was at uni, and Leah didn't intend on letting them down. However, it was equally a big thing to move to a new city, with new people, and Leah found herself going out more frequently. She wasn't a big drinker – she didn't see the point in getting so drunk you couldn't remember anything, but she enjoyed being a bit tipsy. It gave her the confidence to speak to some of the attractive guys she'd otherwise shy away from! Fortunately, the university administration managed to organise like-minded people together when allocating halls spaces. Although most teenagers liked the prospect of a 24-hour party in their halls, Leah was equally as excited as a long liein and a good night's rest. The halls were divided into flats, which had a kitchen, two bathrooms, and six bedrooms. The girls in Leah's flat were all quite decent and she got on with them – but she could get on with about anyone, such was her natural charm and good nature. She definitely missed her friends from home, but often caught up at weekends and online. Halfway through term was reading week – a chance for everybody to catch up on their set books and assignments. As a studious person, Leah was already doing quite well and could afford to relax a little. She was suffering from a bad cold which she'd been shaking off, and had spent most of the week lounging around the flat in her pyjamas. So, when Natalie, one of the other girls, suggested a night out, she was enthusiastic. It was agreed that they'd go out that Friday night. Friday came around and Leah went out in the morning to hand in an assignment and pick up some shopping. As it was a routine day, she donned her jogging bottoms and a hoodie over the top of her plain white knickers and bra. Even in these she looked pretty, although as she looked in the mirror she saw a visible knicker line, which was never good news. Still, if she tugged the hoodie down it was out of sight. She headed over to the lecturer's office and handed the assignment in and then went around the supermarket. As she went through the checkout she realised she needed a wee – with the cold she'd had she'd been drinking lots of water. However, she didn't like the idea of leaving all her shopping on the floor of the Ladies. She held out through the bus ride home and until she got home but, as soon a she'd packed the shopping away, she headed to the toilet. She sat down heavily and then sighed as she let loose a well-needed wee. She looked down at her plain white knickers, and realised she ought to change them before she went out. Although she had no intentions of anybody seeing them, she took pride in wearing pretty underwear most of the time! It made her feel more womanly and attractive – even when she was sitting on the toilet! She sat deep in thought on the toilet whilst attending to both needs, and when she was done hopped in the shower. She was yet to get used to having to share a shower and toilet – sod's law dictated that everybody wanted to use it at the same time. There had been a few crossed legs amongst the girls, especially in the mornings. She'd been a bit cautious about moving away from her home comforts, but the halls were quite modern, having been refurbished lately. In any case, professional cleaners came in every day, so the bathrooms usually smelled clean thanks to their efforts with the bleach. Late afternoon came around and Leah started to get ready for her night out. She put on a black bodycon dress that showed off her figure perfectly, with dark pink lace knickers underneath, and a red lace bra. As it was starting to get cold in the evenings, she wore black tights too. The girls were going to meet up and leave the flat about 7pm, starting at the student union and then going into town. Leah took her bag, but secreted £20 in her bra – one of the other girls had had her bag and phone stolen a while ago and was left with no money to get back home. Although she didn't intend on getting wildly drunk, she liked the idea of some tipsy dancing. The girls met up just after 7 and they left for the union bar which was predictably busy for a Friday night. Leah ordered a vodka and coke and sat chatting with the other girls and some friends from her course. After a while they started to get ready to leave for town, and Leah made a point of visiting the ladies to make sure she was entirely empty first. As they got on the bus, it transpired that her flatmate Jessica wasn't so sensible. “Aw, I should have gone toilet before I left, I need a wee now!”. Leah remembered earlier in the year when she'd endured a long, painful bus ride at the end of a busy day with a full bladder, and sympathised with Jessica. She was a very intelligent and pretty strawberry blonde with a skinny figure, but a bit lacking in common sense sometimes. She had a t-shirt dress and leggings on, which hung off her, but gave a glimpse as to her slim figure underneath. Leah started talking to her to keep her mind off things, although she wasn't the only one - Aofie, who was a curvy and pretty Irish girl, wearing a grey dress, said she was bursting. Natalie was in a sense the ringleader of the girls – she was a practical, down-to-earth girl – quite like Leah as a matter of fact, only more assertive, something that, being the oldest of 4 siblings, had come naturally. The bus arrived in town a little while later and both Jessica and Aofie looked quite pained. Natalie matter-of-factly lead everyone to a chain pub where her and Leah went to the bar, whilst the others ran down the stairs to the toilets. The bar area was busy and it took a long time to get served, although it wasn't an issue because the others were a long time coming back from the toilets. “Jesus christ the queue down there is horrible!” grumbled Aofie. The girls found a table in the corner and sat down, Leah drinking another vodka and coke. Aofie, who was quite talkative, was revelling in a tale of her boyfriend, who lived in Ireland still but came over to visit frequently. The conversation turned to boys and relationships, which always made Leah feel self-conscious – she'd been used to guys checking her out, but was usually too shy to say anything and if anybody complimented her she'd go bright red and not know what to say. She was still quite innocent – which, by the sounds of it, is more than could be said for Aofie. The others were sharing all sorts of things, and she wasn't too keen on revealing her total lack of experience – luckily her bladder provided a good enough excuse. “Better go early on if there's going to be queue!” she thought to herself. Natalie said she needed the loo too, so they went together. They went downstairs into the basement where the toilets were situated and sure enough, there was a queue for the 3 cubicles. As Leah waited she could see several of the girls in front of her were obviously in need of relief quite badly – several were stepping from foot to foot or crossing their legs. She didn't need to go that badly, although Natalie, who was behind her, was crossing her legs. A cubicle opened and Leah stepped inside. It was a pretty disgusting toilet, with wee all over the seat and on the floor. She was surprised how a girl had managed that. Nontheless, she needed to go, so she lifted her tight dress up, puller her tights and knickers to her ankles, and using the toilet roll holder as a support she hovered over the toilet, letting loose a stream of wee. She could hear the person next to her flushing and leaving, and Natalie taking her place. She saw, under the cubicle, Natalie's skin-tight jeans and black thong appear at her ankles and heard the release a ferociously strong stream. Leah had finished and managed to wipe herself and get dressed again without touching the disgusting surfaces. The girls left the toilets at similar times, washed their hands and went back upstairs. By the time they got back to the table the others were keen on going to another place which had a promotion on – Aofie had been chatting up a promotions guy and had some free tickets. Although Leah was quite happy with where they were, people fancied a change so she went along with them. They left the pub and walked down back to the main high street and then along to the new club next to the markets. By this time it was about 11pm, and Leah was glad she'd put tights on – poor Jessica was complaining bitterly that it was too cold for her. There was a queue to get in the club, which was packed out what with it being promotions night. They found a space at the bar and eventually managed to buy drinks, which they took to the edge of the dancefloor. Leah got through her beer quite quickly and was determined that she shouldn't drink any more – she didn't want to get too drunk. Although it was very busy she was enjoying the music and the good company. Aofie was flirting with another guy, as she often did, and Leah joined the others dancing with some friends. She ended up dancing with a guy she quite liked the look of, and when the song finished he took her to one side and asked if she'd like a drink. Not wanting to sound impolite, she accepted another vodka and coke, and spent a while chatting to this guy. As well as being good looking he seemed a decent type of guy – not a stuck-up arrogant arse, which she felt was an instant turn-off. Leah felt the familiar feeling of her bladder filling up, but she didn't want to leave this guy, so she stayed where she was. Her bladder was quite strong, anyway, and it took a lot to make her desperate – although it wasn't used to so much alcohol. He bought her another vodka and coke and she was getting a little bit drunk by this point. Leah felt that she needed to excuse herself sooner or later, as her bladder was now quite sore – but things were cut short as Natalie came over and said they'd have to leave now, or else they'd miss the last bus back to campus – and being students nobody wanted to pay for a taxi! Leah swapped numbers with Mark, the guy she'd met, and hugged him goodbye for now – although she felt a little uncomfortable as her bladder was compressed. She wanted to visit the toilets before they left, as she was quite desperate and could feel an intense pain in her stomach, but Natalie hurried everybody along. Leah left the club with the others but was now in quite bad need of a toilet, having not been since earlier and having had three drinks in the last place. She was a bit drunk and getting a little clumsy, too. They passed a McDonalds' on the way to the bus stop, and she said she was going to go in there for the toilet. Jessica said she'd come along too, as she needed to go quite badly. They went inside but with no success – toilets were strictly for the use of customers, madam, company policy. They rejoined the others and Jessica voiced some discontent. “Look, I'm really bursting for the loo. I'm going to go back to the club and go there, I really can't wait any longer”. Natalie was concerned - “Jess, the last bus leaves in 5 minutes, how will you get home? It's only 20 minutes, surely you can hold on?”. Leah wasn't sure what she should do – she'd had a couple of near misses and really didn't want to sit on a long bus ride with an achingly full bladder. At this point she remembered the £20 note she'd kept in her bra - “It's ok, I've got some cash. Me and Jess can go back to the club, and you guys catch the bus. This seemed to suit everybody so Aofie and Natalie stayed at the stop, whilst Leah and Jess headed back to the club. Although it was gone midnight by this point, there was still an enormous queue to get in. “You'll need to join the queue” said a bouncer, “It's about half an hour long at the moment”. “Half an hour!” whimpered Jess “I can't wait half an hour!” The bouncer looked quizzical, so Leah explained. “We've just come out but we realised we need the toilet, can we please please just come back in, have a wee, then go?” “Can't do that love, look, there are people waiting here too. I'm sure they need the toilet and all. No, sorry, if I let one person in, I have to let everybody in. Rules is rules.”. Leah was usually a reserved, shy girl but on this occasion, with this much alcohol in her, she had no hesitation in making an allegation as to the bouncer's parentage. Her and Jess headed off down the street. “Leah, what are we going to do?” said Jess, who was never one for rational thought at the best of times. “I really need to pee, I really need to pee now!”. Leah thought to herself, although her thoughts were affected by the alcohol. “I think we'll have to find somewhere to squat, unless you want to queue?”. She knew that, although Jess was vocal about it, she wasn't far behind. They stopped at the end of the road and Jess was fidgeting. Leah was trying to think but at the same time crossing her legs. A decision was needed and another twinge from her bladder hurried her along. “Right, I've got it. Let's go down here and turn left, there's an alleyway around the back of the shops. We can go there”. Jess didn't look like she cared for modesty or decorum right now, and she was in quite a state. Her right hand was pulling up her leggings so the fabric kept on tight around her crotch. Leah hadn't quite reached that stage yet, but she wasn't far behind. They turned left into the alleyway behind the shops and bars. It was a pretty nasty place – a cobbled alleyway, with dustbins and parked cars, and assorted bits and bobs. Although she was quite drunk, Leah was definitely in charge of the situation, and she lead Jess halfway down the alleyway where there were two large bins parked with a gap between them, up against a wall. “Right, can you go there? It's not perfect but there's a bit of privacy...”. She'd hardly finished talking by the time Jess had pulled her leggings and her black girl-boxers down and squatted between the bins. Leah watched as a stream arched from Jess's privates, ran across the path and into the drain by the edge. She was envious – she was desperate by this point! But it wouldn't be too long until she could get relief, too. She kept a look out in both directions, lest anybody else be approaching. Two guys entered the alleyway at the same edge that she and Jess had, and they ducked into a service doorway close to the entrance. Lucky men, with their being able to pee anywhere, thought Leah enviously. Jess's stream had died down to a close, and she sighed. “Oh my god, that was amazing. I've never needed to pee that much! Have you got anything to wipe with?” she asked. Leah searched her bag, but to no avail. “Just bob up and down a bit and pull your pants up. It's not ideal, but it'll do. Jess was insistent that Leah keep lucking, although all Leah wanted was to swap places and empty her own bladder. She eventually convinced Jess that there was no chance of a tissue, so Jess bobbed around and wiggled her bottom. She stood up, her skinny frame highlighted, and pulled up her black girl-boxers and leggings again. The girls swapped places – Leah was happy, she'd been needing to urinate for a few hours now and the alcohol definitely made her need to go far worse than normal drinks. She positioned herself, back to the wall, between the bins, and carefully pulled down her tights and her dark pink lacey knickers. She could feel her bladder start to release, and was squatting into position when Jess shouted “Quick! Stop! Put them back on!”. Leah didn't really care by now, but Jess hissed “Come on! Quickly!” so she tugged her knickers and tights back up roughly and stood up, just before she set eyes on a PC and a WPC approaching them. “Good evening ladies” said the Constable “Are you alright, around the back here?” “Oh yes, we've just been out tonight, and... and...” started Jess. “We were just on our way home” finished Leah. “I see” continued the Constable “Well, look after yourselves. We've had a lot of problems down the back here – people getting things stolen and so on. We've had a lot of complaints that partygoers were urinating in the street – I hope you didn't intend on doing the same, young lady” “Oh come on, I rrrreally need to go” blushed Leah, who was embarrassed to find a policeman talking about her weeing. She was particularly uncomfortable because her body had been about to empty itself when she was interrupted, and felt a chill down her spine. “There were two guys up there doing it, why didn't you get them?” “I didn't see anybody up that way, young lady, but can I advise that if you need the toilet, you use the facilities in the club back there”. “Oh please, just look the other way and keep on going” protested Leah, who was crossing her legs at the same time. She was totally not the sort of girl to argue with anybody in authority, especially not a police constable. She addressed the WPC “Surely you know what it's like, girls have smaller bladders than men”. The WPC was stone-faced and authoritative. “Urinating in public is an offence, which attracts an £80 on the spot fine. Unless you wish to be given one, I suggest you go back to wherever it was that got you so drunk and use their facilities. If you urinate here, madam, I shall have you down the station”. Heartless cow that she was, but that was that, really. Leah's parents would be furious if she was arrested for having a wee around the back of a nightclub at gone midnight. She shuddered from the thought – and also from the fact that she needed to wee very badly indeed. The girls started walking back the way they came, whilst the two police accompanied them to the edge. The police turned back to patrol the alleyway, leaving Leah doing a dance on the spot at the end. Jess was cool as a cucumber by now. “I'm sure there's somewhere else we could go!” she suggested. “There are plenty more alleyways in the city!”. Leah was envious – she'd let Jess go first because she was always one to think of herself last, but now she was the one who'd been stopped from having a wee, just at the last minute. She was on the verge of a total humiliating accident. The girls walked away from the main street past another row of shops, with great difficulty. Both were drunk and Leah was in urgent need of emptying her bladder. The next alleyway along had no bins and was visible all the way down. Although Leah was desperate, she wondered if the policeman would patrol that alleyway next. She didn't want to risk a fine. However, her body reminded her that she was risking having a major accident. As she stepped up onto the kerb she felt a twinge as a spot leaked out into her knickers. “Jess, I'm just going to run for it. Next alleyway, whatever's there, I'm going to have a wee” she cried. She ran awkwardly, by this time with a hand in her own crotch, into the next alleyway, where there was a skip parked right by the entrance. She concealed herself behind the skip, and threw her handbag onto the floor. She ran on the spot as if treading water, whilst she lifted her tight figure-hugging dress up and above her stomach. Another twinge signalled another escape. Still treading water, she pulled her tights down and tried to squat – noticing at the last minute her knickers hadn't come down with her tights – pulling them down just in time for her backside to swoop down and release a hissing, fierce stream between her legs onto the roadway. She was relieved beyond belief. Her problems were over. “Fuck!” said Jess. “Cover yourself up!” “I can't!” replied Leah, who was emptying her bladder at an impressive rate. Her mind filled with what she'd say to her parents. But rather than the police, a group of guys her age walked past, and started pointing and jeering at her, with one getting his phone out to take a picture. Leah had never felt so humiliated in all her life. She was squatting in the road, weeing all over the place, and guys were looking at her. All of a sudden another guy appeared out of nowhere. “Oi, you, get going, nosey perverts!” this guy said, as he stood with his back to Leah to give her a shield. “I'll stand here until they've gone” he said. Leah was very grateful as she finished up, inspected her lacey knickers for damage (minimal) and pulled them back up, followed by her tights, and let her dress down. “Ok, thank you so much, I can't even- MARK!” she said to the guy. It was Mark who she'd met in the club earlier that night. Oh, she'd really done it this time. “Oh my god, oh my god, I've totally screwed up and embarrassed myself” said Leah who started wailing and sobbing. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really had to go and I couldn't... just couldn't....”. Mark held her and let her cry. “Look, Leah, I didn't see it was you until you turned around. I just thought that those guys were wrong to be embarrassing you”. She was drunk and emotional, and totally embarrassed at the nice guy she'd met that night catching her when she was embarrassing herself. “Leah, don't worry” said Mark “I don't think any less of you. Everybody pees. It's human nature. Now, shall we get back to campus?”. Leah, Mark and Jess walked back to the main roadway, which was much easier for Leah with her empty bladder. Mark hailed a taxi and they rode home to campus. Although he tried to pay the fare, Leah was insistent that she should, after all he'd done for her. She noticed him being gentlemanly and trying to look away as she extracted the £20 note from her bra, although she felt that a peek down her top was the least he deserved. She thanked him profusely and as they hugged goodbye she kissed him on the lips. She really thought she'd found someone special. Turning around, Jess was very giggly and started teasing Leah about her new love interest, which caused Leah to flush bright red and go very quiet. The girls walked into their halls and up to the first floor, entering their flat. By now it was 2am, and they walked into the kitchen for a snack before bed. As they made some toast and gossiped about Mark, Aofie came out of the bathroom in her pyjamas, holding her dress which had a wet patch on the back. For the first time since Leah met her, Aofie was speechless. “I kinda had an accident” she said, but to Leah there was no kinda about it. “Those bloody buses! We've only been back ten minutes, it took so long, and I couldn't wait!”. She went off to her room and Natalie appeared and told them that Aofie had been quite drunk and had an accident where she sat on the bus, and they'd had to get off and walk home. “Did you find somewhere to go and get back alright?” asked Natalie. “Yeah” said Leah “it all turned out quite well in the end, actually...!”.
  21. Kelly stood proudly at the center of her dorm room, admiring the posters that adorned her wall, the intuitively placed furniture (lamps, rug, ect.), and the small collection of personal memorabilia there to hopefully combat the inevitable onset of homesickness. She had arrived at the university only an hour before, one of hundreds of incoming freshmen, and already she felt the excitement of college life seeping in. Her parents had hugged her goodbye already and left her to this new, thrilling journey. 
Her roommate hadn’t arrived yet, so Kelly decided to check herself out in the small standup mirror she had brought. Her short, blonde hair accentuated perfectly her smooth face. She had green, piercing eyes and tiny lips. Her breasts were small but perky, and her waist was divine. She was short, compact, the very definition of cute. 
 With a start, Kelly realized she had better investigate another section of her new home: the bathroom. A three hour car ride and a couple bottles of water hadn’t been kind to her tiny bladder. All the anticipation had caused her to forget her own biological needs. Without a second thought, she made a beeline for the door on the opposite side of the room. Kelly lived in a suite, so the bathroom was shared by two rooms, a total of four girls. The bathroom was relatively small, but still contained a shower, a sink, and a toilet that was closer to Kelly’s side of the suite. Next to the shower was another door which led to her two suitemates’ room: Kim and Amanda, if she recalled their names correctly. 
Kelly raised the seat, lowered her panties and jeans (she was a bit of a tomboy), and sat down. The instant she made contact, a strong yellow stream burst forth, creating a hollow din throughout the room. Her eyelids fluttered in mild ecstasy and she let out a low, relieved sigh. She glanced down between her legs and watched her pee splash into the water at an amazing velocity. She was a quick pisser for the most part, but she had a full bladder to drain. The water had long since turned completely yellow with her piss, and still she continued going without an end in sight.
 Suddenly, with a deafening crash, the door to her suitemates’ room flew open and whacked against the wall. A tall girl with flowing black hair and auburn eyes burst into the bathroom with her eyes downcast while frantically lowering her pants. 
Kelly jumped a bit, sending a sprinkle of pee onto the floor. “Occupied!” she squealed, just as the girl reached the toilet. The girl was startled by the unexpected presence and sent a dribble of pee onto the floor as well.
 “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I thought I was the only one in the suite so far!” The girl seemed genuinely apologetic, but she still bounced from foot to foot and grabbed her crotch. Kelly was still peeing away.
“Uh, nope, sorry,” Kelly began in an oddly casual tone considering the situation, “I’ll be done in a minute.” 
“Ugh, I don’t even think I can wait that long!” “Well look, I wouldn’t normally suggest this but since it’s an emergency, why don’t you just pee in the sink? You could just clean it out afterwards.” The interaction became awkward again as the girl paused to consider it while the silence as broken only by the sound of Kelly’s thundering pee stream.
 The girl finally shook her head. “No, if I bend my body in any way I’m gonna flood the floor. Ok, listen, I’m going to ask you a huge favor. What my sister and I do when we both need to pee is one of us sits down and the other pees through the sitter’s legs. Just back up a little so I don’t sprinkle you.”
 Kelly was shocked into complete silence. The girl must have taken that as consent, although it seemed like she had made up her mind regardless, and she inched forward towards Kelly. She bent her legs and aimed between Kelly’s legs. Not knowing what else to do, Kelly backed up a bit to give her better range. 
 The girl’s golden stream came out hard and fast. It shot right between Kelly’s legs and mixed with her own stream, which showed no signs of waning. A light mist grazed Kelly’s thighs but overall the two streams intertwined expertly. If Kelly produced a loud tinkling sound on her own, this new team effort created what could have passed for a small waterfall. 
“I’m Kim, by the way,” the girl said suddenly. It was so out of place and bizarre that Kelly couldn’t help but laugh. Kim realized the humor of the situation and started to laugh herself. “Oh, sorry, I better not laugh, I might end up spraying you.”
 “I certainly wouldn’t want that,” Kelly said in between laughs. “I’m Kelly. It’s nice to meet you.”
The moment she finished her introduction, a scream echoed from across the bathroom. A new girl stood by the Kim’s door with her hands clasped over her mouth. Unfortunately, the noise startled Kim who was barely halfway through her piss. She jumped and shot a warm yellow stream of pee right on to Kelly’s shirt. She quickly tried to reassume her position but the precarious balance was broken. Pee was cascading all over Kelly’s shirt, jeans, and thighs, not to mention the floor. Kelly tried to stand up and move away from the line of fire, but she slipped in the steadily growing puddle of pee on the floor. Her legs gave away and she slid under Kim. Kim’s piss splashed in Kelly’s face, who shook her head frantically and spluttered to get the stray droplets of urine out of her mouth. Her own stream was easing up, but it was still coming. 
Thinking quickly, Kim hopped over Kelly, turned around, and sat on the toilet to continue her piss. Kelly lay on the floor, Kim’s pee all over her face and body, a puddle of pee soaking into her back, and her own pee stream finally coming to an end. Everything was deathly quiet aside from the sound of Kim’s pee hitting the toilet water.
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