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  1. I was recently reading an update regarding a local college. This college has dorms with common bathrooms separated by gender. Recently, their residence hall people sent a COVID update for the fall. Part of this was that using communal bathrooms must be scheduled in advance, like laundry or dining. How can they force-schedule bathroom breaks, and what if someone wakes up in the middle of the night and has to pee? It’ll be interesting to see how this plays out and any ensuing desperation or ‘accidents’ this causes, even if it was just typed oddly.
  2. This happened junior year of college. It was the week before finals, and i sat in the library, studying on my laptop... i had drank plenty of coffee all day, to stay focused. It was late afternoon, and i had last peed just after lunch. I have been needing to piss for a long while, but ignored it. I was reluctant to get up to go because i would have to pack my laptop in my backpack and take it with me. It seemed like too much of a hassle. I was almost done studying anyway and would go home. I could wait until home... I remained absorbed in my work for a while longer. But i couldn't ignore my bladder anymore. I had to pee very urgently and suddenly! I took my backpack and my laptop, and headed to the library bathroom. Getting up, i felt an even stronger pee urge. I walked faster. When i got to the toilets, I saw a line for the only available single person toilet. I was too embarrased to wait in line, so i rushed to the nearby physics building. I walked as fast as i could without running. I was bursting! I had a lot of coffee and was being too focused to notice the urge until it was an absolute pee mergency'! When i got to the, thankfully empty, men's room, I hurried to the nearest urinal. I couldn't help squirming a little as i undid my pants. I held it way too long! I pissed a hard and desperate stream fot 40 seconds or so. Relief flooded over me as i pissed.
  3. 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.
  4. The idea of wetting myself during lecture came to me basically the very second I heard that my classes would be transferred to an online format, so of course, I had to go through with it. Earlier in the day I had smoked some weed with one of my friends (it was on 4/20) and since I get cottonmouth pretty intensely when I smoke, I was drinking a ton of water! I had gone to the bathroom once while he was over, but by the time he left--about 30 minutes before my class started--I already needed to go again pretty badly. Looking at the clock, I pondered: could I make it all the way through class? At this point it was difficult to tell, but I was determined to try. I kept drinking small but frequent sips of water to keep me hydrated. By the time class started, I REALLY needed to pee. The water hit me a lot faster than I expected, and by the time I logged on, I knew I wouldn't last an hour and a half. I turned on the video camera as normal (audio is always off) and watched lecture. Or, I would have watched lecture, except I needed to pee so bad and I was so hyper aware of how I looked that I just kept watching where it showed my video feed to make sure I wasn't letting my desperation show to any of my classmates. In my seat, I was squirming, pressing my legs together, squeezing tight to prevent myself from leaking on accident. Through some choice hip movements and repositioning, I finally got to a place where I felt like I could hold a little longer. My professor requested we open our books to a certain table he was referencing. I was forced to move my hand from holding myself to grab the book that was on the chair next to me. My legs were shaking as I opened the book and slowly located the correct page and I was able to regain control of myself, hands-free. A spike of desperation hit me as his explanation droned on and I instinctively removed my hand from the book and SHOVED it between my legs. Then I remembered I was on video and quickly checked my feed to make sure my face wasn't bright red. I wondered if anyone had seen me. Only my shoulders up were visible but the sudden motion could've seemed out of place. My expression was slightly pained. It was getting a lot harder to hold, now 30 minutes in to the class period, and I definitely would not make it to the end. I had to get up to get some more water. I carefully stood and slithered out of view of the camera, cramming my hand back into my crotch the second it was safe to do so. I made all the scrunched faces I could and hopped around pee dancing before returning back to lecture. I had to keep my hand on my crotch at all times at this point or I would absolutely lose it. It was around the 45 minute mark that I felt my bladder finally begin to give way. My professor was talking, and writing, and my classmates were watching him, and I was slowly losing control of myself, desperate to keep a straight face. The harder I tried to hold the less relaxed my face was, but relaxing my face meant losing control. I opted to keep a neutral expression and... I leaked. "Oh my god," I thought to myself, "I'm pissing my pants in class. Oh my god. I'm having an accident." I tried to mask my expression of horror and embarrassment with one of slight confusion, as the weak but steady trickle of pee began to permeate my underwear and puddle beneath me on the chair. I kept trying to hold it in but my muscles could only squeeze so much, and before I knew it I could hear drips of piss on the floor. I was mortified. I pushed my laptop camera up and put my head down slightly so only my forehead would be visible. I couldn't control my facial expression anymore. I let my muscles relax in defeat and allowed myself to release all over my shorts, all over the chair, all over my floor, camera still running, lecture continuing on. My breath was heavy. I raised my head again, and did a quick survey of the damage of my lower half. I was absolutely soaked and a large puddle surrounded the chair. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment, and I looked at my video feed again. Luckily the camera luckily barely registered it. My classmates looked as normal. As far as I know, nobody had noticed. I stayed there for about 10 more minutes before my professor decided to end lecture. Every movement in my wet seat reminded me of my bad behavior. Sorry I don't have any pictures but I hope y'all liked the story! Stay home and stay safe!
  5. Hey everyone! Jane here! So, this is an extract from my first Amazon Omorashi story. Thought i'd give you all an exclusive sample extract and if you like it, then I hope you'll consider purchasing the full thing from Amazon for only £0.99. Hope you all enjoy! I've attached a link to the full story below. THE DESPERATE CHEERLEADERS Back when we started college, Alice and I signed up for the cheerleading squad and both got on. I liked it, the outfits are cute, the team players are often SUPER HOT and it keeps us fit but I grew to really enjoy it for another reason. You see, the windows for cheerleaders to use bathrooms during matches are basically non-existent thanks to the dumb game policies and the only times to really use them are after the match, when dozens of other girls are thinking the same thing. As well as that, the female coach always makes the girls come together into the girls changing rooms first and give us a review of how we’ve done. Often, I’d see half a dozen or more girls that every guy under the sun wants to get their pants off, probably minutes away from pissing straight through them. They squirm around desperately, their legs crossed tight until they can finally make a mad dash for the loos a few steps away from the changing room. It’s really hot, though until today, they’d always held on; at least in terms of having any visible losses of control. It was an especially hot day and so everyone had loaded up with water pre-game. As the match went on, we cheered and danced our hearts out: Our black and white uniforms kicking up as we did our steps, flashing our red underwear; all our team’s colours. It seemed to inspire our players, as we secured a last minute victory that sent the crowd wild. We all piled into the changing rooms, the usual culprits desperate as ever and the coach gave her little speech; clearing out. However, as she did, the door slammed shut with an unusual thud, catching everyone’s attention. Alice went to check it out and when she turned back, she looked pale: “The door is busted!”. The other girls rushed over trying to budge the door; however, it was jammed, a piece of the metal allowing it to turn had sheared straight off, probably from not being maintained well enough. As this realisation sunk in, girls began banging at the door, calling for help however the lockers were sound-proofed after years of graduation pranks where people had set off firecrackers that disrupted the whole college. No one could hear us and it would be ages before anyone realised what had happened and then even longer until they could help. As the minutes passed, several girls began to squirm on the benches, standing or wherever they were in the rooms. Alice was among them, her ass shaking as she repeatedly crossed her legs back and forth; pacing the room, complaining about the “Fucking useless doors”. Another was our lead cheerleader, Sindy. A tall, thin black girl with brown hair and green eyes, everyone agreed she was among the most gorgeous girls among the team and right now, she was also among the most desperate, one hand stuffed between her cheerleading skirt as she rocked back and forth; clearly sweating with the effort of holding for so long. The most desperate however, was Isabel. Isabel Brians was squirming openly, frequently holding herself and repeatedly saying: “God I’m desperate” and “I can’t hold it” over and over. Her legs were shaking, her tits; larger even than Alice’s, were bouncing freely in her uniform and if I was right, she probably only had minutes left before she started leaking; maybe even completely lost control. Isabel was one of the most sought after girls in college, she’d just come out of a six-month relationship where if the guys were to be believed; though they often chat complete shit, Isabel could apparently give blowjobs better than any other girl at college, her ex claiming she’d give them daily when together: In their rooms, his car, the nearby creek and forest; even twice in a McDonalds Bathroom. If the last part was true, then she probably wished she was there right about now. Suddenly, we all heard a scream and turned: It was Alice and I watched shocked as rivers of pee began to pour out through her red panties, which were on full display as she soaked them; the long streams running down her legs, as she gripped the nearby rack for support, so she didn’t collapse into her own growing puddle. The other girls stepped away, cries of shock ringing out: “Oh my God Alice!”. “What the hell!”. “Oh don’t, I need to go even worse now!”. “Holy shit, you had to go Alice!”. “Stop it!”. “I can’t!” was Alice’s reply to the last one and she clearly couldn’t, her legs trembling as the most public wetting accident I’d ever seen continued... TO BE CONTINUED... https://www.amazon.co.uk/DESPERATE-CHEERLEADERS-Jane-Jones-ebook/dp/B084LGDMVL/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3UNNUQ8NUFE60&keywords=desperate+cheerleaders&qid=1582418952&sprefix=Desperate+Cheerle%2Caps%2C175&sr=8-1
  6. 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?
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  8. 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.
  9. 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.
  10. 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>
  11. 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.
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. 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.
  15. 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?
  16. 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!
  17. 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.
  18. 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.
  19. 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.
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