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  1. I’m a fan fiction writer and I want to draw but I have no idea what to do so send suggestions! What are your favorite tropes and why? What are your favorite poses? What is something new I could try? I need inspiration. I tagged some stuff I already like (I like more but that’s all I had room for but I’m honestly down to experiment with anything)
  2. PH user NaturTinkle pissing naked during some yoga poses. Enjoy! https://pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph639d661b4fdf6
  3. I smoke weed recreationally, as many do. But lately on the weekends I've been getting crossfaded, just to have a little fun when high. I've personally found being crossfaded helps me feel more like I'm having an "real" accident (it is always intentional though hehe). I was pretty high when I started, and I had put on a pair of too tight flannel pajama shorts that I set aside during the holidays to have fun with. Knowing myself, I wanted to make it harder when I eventually did go, triple knotting and twisting the tie strings every which way. Once I was drunk, I honestly had forgotten I had done this to myself lol. I got lost in time/tracking how much I drank as I played Genshin Impact, as I am trying really hard to get to the newer maps in the game. But it is way too easy to not pay attention to time when doing that. I had consumed three (weak) vodka sodas and some water over about an hour. The vodka sodas were just too easy to drink and since I have a high alcohol tolerance sometimes it's difficult to "feel" drunk. I started to really feel like I was bursting pretty suddenly about 50 minutes in, I was easily at an 8. I was squirming and trying not to hold myself or rub myself through the pajama shorts but failing for a bit. I know it's bad when being horny doesn't help my desperation or makes it worse. It got so bad I had to exit the game since I couldn't concentrate. I was really starting to struggle a few minutes after this. My pelvic floor was clenching and unclenching and making me bounce in my seat, and I had let out a few leaks which while minor, were making my need much worse. I stood up, at that point not feeling the alcohol at all, and tried to start to hobble towards the bathroom when it felt like the room was spinning, the alcohol hitting me all at once it felt. There was another spurt in my shorts as I power walked straight to the bathroom across the hallway. In front of the toilet I had initially planned, with my creative string tying, to let out a few intentional leaks before letting go in the toilet. That definitely happened, but less intentionally. My hands could barely loosen the knot I had tied, and my pelvic floor was spasming slightly to let me know it was about to give up. But I was right in front of the toilet! I could make it. So I clenched, even if it meant a huge squirt soaking my crotch. I was also hunched over at this point, finally beginning to get the knot untied - but not before a huge gush escaped me, soaking the fabric stretched across my ass and dripping loudly into a puddle on the floor. I was a little frantic at this point - I do not live alone and being caught is my worst nightmare lol. The puddle around my feet got a little bigger as I finally got the knot untied, but even as I tried to shove the shorts down (bc they're so tight with no stretch, it was very hard to fit over my hips and thighs), I couldn't hold back another huge spurt that soaked my inner thighs and spread the puddle further around my feet. I was facing the toilet and just couldn't take it anymore - shorts around my ankles, I leaned over the toilet, helplessly pissing into the bowl while standing, hoping that I wasn't making an huge mess. There was so much piss and it was SO loud it made me nervous other people in the house would hear it, but I also couldn't care less. It felt SO good god. I forgot how amazing it feels to pee while drunk, literally top ten favorite feelings of all time. I finally collapsed onto the toilet, shaking, wet and so very horny. I was a little annoyed I had created a mess to clean up - since I hate doing it, but I didn't regret it in the slightest ❤️ I liked the feeling so much I've been writing this while tipsy and holding again. Hoping for similar results this time too hehe ~
  4. This is my first time writing fiction about my personal fantasies. I am writing this story to sort of test the waters, and see if I'm any good at writing stories, coming up with plots, etc... I'm into humans with animal features (not full body fur), large bladders with ridiculously high capacities, and the rush you feel when completely and utterly desperate to empty your bladder. In real life, I'm a mechanic by hobby and enjoy driving my Audi TT on backroads and circuit tracks. I am mechanically savvy and enjoy driving fast. I also refer to my car as being female... Don't ask me why, I just do lol WARNING: This story contains abuse. It's used as a backstory for Roxy. This is in no way meant to advertise abuse, claim that it's okay, or any related situation(s). Inspiration: Ruri's Manners - Jimmy Olsen here on omo.org, Hellsing Ultimate - anime, BNA - anime, Jobless Reincarnation - anime, Fairy Tail - anime, Strike Witches (and Brave Witches) - anime. With all that out of the way, it's about time to start Part 1 of the story. Note that there's no real omorashi in the first part, it's mostly used for world building and character building. In the year 2022, many people experience attraction to animalized humans, furries, and sometimes just plain animals. How far one particular group is willing to go in terms of trust, friendship and equality will all be tested one fateful day when they meet Roxy. Damien is a tall man that lives in the city. He works on his sportscar and loves driving fast. He stands 5'11", often sporting black Dickies cargo jeans, a blue Summit Racing Equipment shirt and a white-on-gray hat with the 3RK logo on the front. He has blue eyes, brown hair parted high and swished over to the right, as well as black plastic glasses with blue accents. His car of choice is a 2004 Audi TT Roadster. The turbo charged, all-wheel-drive convertible capturing his heart after the first test drive. On this particular day, he was driving through a forest. Full of tall, healthy trees with leaves and flowers in full bloom, the forest seemed to wrap around the road perfectly. He took this opportunity to floor his convertible, quickly accelerating from the speed limit of 45mph to nearly 80mph before shifting up and flooring it again. Caught up in the rush of the moment, he continued accelerating until the wind took his hat right off his head. He came to a crawl and pulled over, walking back and forth over the same section of road many times without any luck finding his hat. Luckily, there was nobody else around and he could do this for quite some time without feeling like he looked out of place. He hadn't seen a single car since leaving the city and turning onto this road. After about an hour of searching, he was definitely feeling the need to pee. To be fair, he had been feeling it for quite some time. Only now was he no longer able to ignore it completely. Concentration was getting harder, his legs wouldn't sit still, and he kept reaching near his crotch. Finally, he walked behind some trees, pulled his dick out, and let go. His 1800ml bladder capacity meant that when he was full, he released a powerful stream for over a minute straight before finally finishing. The feeling of relief was ecstatic, and was one of many reasons he enjoyed holding himself until the point of total desperation. With his bladder taken care of, he zipped his pants back up and continued his search for his beloved hat. After another 20 minutes of searching, he saw someone walking in the woods with his hat on. He called out to them, only for them to disappear into the trees. Confused and angry at whoever took his hat, he gave chase. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he caught several glimpses of the thief. Whoever they were, they were incredibly nimble and had ungodly amounts of stamina. They refused to run in a straight line, rather digging their bare feet into the bases of trees and springing off of the trees with incredible speed. He thought he had to be seeing things from the heat when he caught a glimpse of what looked like a tail darting around behind the hat thief. It was hard to make out, they were just so darn fast. Finally, they reached the edge of the woods and the thief transitioned to a hunched over sprint on both arms and legs before pulling away with incredible speed. Their back rose and fell, bending aggressively with each gallop. Whoever this was, it was certainly no ordinary person. Damien was out of breath, only fueled by the NEED to get his hat back and to see what exactly he was chasing. As the mysterious figure outran Damien completely, she found herself at a wooden fence. Inside were birds in what looked like large wooden cages, some sort of boar without the big teeth or long hair, and lots of grazing cows. She took this moment to catch her breath and look back, only to find that Damien was still running! His stride was sloppy, his hair no longer neatly swished over across his head, and his shirt was nearly completely covered in sweat. Taking in the image of determination being projected by her pursuer, the thief sat down in the grass and waited. As Damien closed the distance, he saw the thief was waiting and slowed to a jog while attempting to catch his breath. He only said "Look, I'm sorry if I scared you, I just want my hat back. I won it at a go-karting competition and I wear it everywhere. I'd like it bac-" Before he could say more, he was taken aback by the fact that the thief got up from a sitting position by leaning forward, putting her hands on the ground, and all at once throwing her knees back and springing up. She didn't seem out of breath at all. Her clothes were filthy, not from running away, but from being the only clothes she had. At this moment, Damien realized the thief was a girl with no extra clothes, and nowhere to go. Damien once again asked for his hat back, and was met with a confused stare. Also noticing her green speckled eyes, Damien motioned to the top of his head and then to hers, before once again asking that his hat be returned. Reaching for his hat, Damien was startled back by the sudden hissing and raising of the thief's tail. It was at this moment that he realized he had been chasing a sort of human animal. Unsure if she spoke English, Damien kneeled to the ground and extended an open hand. This time met by a confused stare from incredibly large pupils. He decided to handle this the way he would get something back from his pets. He sat down with his legs criss-crossed, tapped the ground next to him, and smiled. The mysterious girl followed suit, and inched closer to him. Seeing the opportunity, he quickly reached and took his hat back. He was too sweaty to wear it comfortably and instead simply placed it in his lap. As he took the hat, out folded a pair of fluffy ears. They stuck up like satellite dishes. The thief's pupils immediately contracting to tall, thin slivers, and then she flexed her hand and extended claws. Seeing what was happening, Damien quickly laid the hat on the ground in front of him. Once again, the thief donned the hat and hid her ears. Her pupils once again growing to gigantic proportions. After a moment, Damien decided to try to apologize. He hoped that even if this girl couldn't understand English, she might understand that he didn't mean to hurt her. He said "Sorry for startling you. You can keep the hat. It's okay." To his surprise, she answered "Why would you give me this? Everyone always takes everything from me." Taken aback by this response, Damien explains the homelessness problem in his city. Because they lack the decency that others expect, they're repeatedly taken advantage of, made fun of, and not given any respect. Forced to beg and steal, they don't project a very good image, and people don't try to see that those homeless people are people too. He explained that one of his closest friends used to be homeless. They saw someone drop their wallet while walking away from a street vendor, and instead of stealing it, returned it to the person who dropped it. That person took them in. Said person was Damien, the young man now in front of this animal girl. She seemed unable to cry, simply shaking and sniffling. Damien motioned for a hug, and after some hesitation, she took the opportunity and accepted his warm embrace. He asked that she come with him. He'd take her home, get her cleaned up, buy her clothes, and get her a proper life. He did feel the need to explain that he's never seen anyone like her before, but decided not to bring it up at the moment. Now only walking, Damien led the way back to his car. Along the way, Damien explained that he was a working man. He spent time away from home doing a job at a hospital. He asked patients what they'd like to eat, brought them their food and set their hospital tables up (picture the adjustable tables that reach over the bed, just big enough for a tray and some small personal items). He was also responsible for making sure the patients enjoyed the food, and for bringing food, drinks and supplies to the pantry every day. For the first time since they started walking together, the girl broke her silence. She asked what a tray was, why people had to be patient, and what a pantry was. Taking time to explain that a tray was a flat object that you put food and drinks on top of, that 'patients' meant people who were in the hospital and that a pantry was a small room where food and supplies were kept, he noticed the sparkle in this mysterious girls eyes. It was as if she had just realized what he was talking about. They continued their conversation as they continued walking back to the car, with Damien answering her questions and still not bringing up how incredibly odd, or rather unique, she truly was. Upon reaching the road, Damien looked for his car, but it was out of sight. He pressed the PANIC button on his keys, but nothing happened. He acted as if nothing was wrong, turned to his right, and continued walking down the road. It was a 50/50 change that he was going the right way, until he recognized several trees where their chase had started. It was moments like this where the hyper-awareness afforded to him by his Asperger's syndrome actually proved useful. He gained some pep back in his step, saying it shouldn't be far now. Looking back, his follower didn't seem tired at all. She just looked confused, and... Happy? It was hard to tell with her face in shadow, and he wasn't used to trying to read emotions from people with cat-like eyes (and ears which he couldn't see under her new hat.). Finally, his car was in view. Still sitting next to the road with the blinkers on and the top down, waiting for her owner to return. Hearing a change in her breathing, Damien looked back to see his follower completely mesmerized by the flashing hazard lights. He explained that she'd need to get in, if he was going to get her home. This was again met with confusion. "You want me to get inside that machine?" She asked. Damien explained that it was a car, made to take people from one place to another, and that everyone where he's from has at least one and they use it on a regular basis. It's just how people get around where he's from. Taking in his answer, she decided it was time to ask him his name, as she had completely forgotten it. "Damien. My name is Damien. What's your name? You never told me." Said Damien, taking the opportunity to get this girl's name before taking her home. "Nobody has every spoken to me like this, and I'm not sure I have a name. But I used to have this band around my neck. It said Roxy on it. I eventually tore it off and threw it somewhere. It reminded me of what it meant to be owned. It was the whole reason I've been living in the woods instead of inside the fence you cornered me at." She grew more anxious as she spoke, getting shaky as she mentioned that she used to belong to somebody. Before she could say anything else, she was met with kind words. "I have two pets, a dog and a cat. They don't stand up or speak like you, but I love them nonetheless. It's not uncommon for people to fall in love with their pets. There are entire communities built around dog lovers and cat lovers. In fact, the two hate each other, always fighting over whether dogs are better than cats or cats better than dogs. Keep in mind, they're not fighting in order to hurt each other, they're fighting to see which one is truly better. So far, they're still fighting and there doesn't seem to be a clear answer yet. It sounds like you weren't a loved pet, and I intend to change that. First, I need to make it clear that you are NOT my pet. You're my friend. You may look like a cat, run like a cat, have the eyes, ears and tail of a cat, but you can communicate and express your own will. I don't know how your previous owner treated you, but I don't intend to own you. I will treat you the way I treat all my friends. I know this seems weird. I'm weird, and I like helping people. Now let's get going. Travis is going to wonder why I'm not back yet if we don't get going." Roxy didn't say anything. She had a new sparkle in her eyes. She was so happy, and confused, and just went with what Damien told her to do for now. Without any words said, both Damien and Roxy knew this moment would last forever. Who would've thought that anyone would ever be kind to Roxy like this? And who would've thought that Damien would ever find such a strange and unique creature? Neither one had any answers, they just continued on with the moment that sealed their bond to each other as trusting and loyal friends. Damien walked to the drivers side of the car, opened the door, sat down, and closed the door. He asked Roxy to do the same thing on the other side. She did. Now inside the machine, she realized that her entire perspective on these car things was wrong. These weren't unstoppable machines that killed animals on the road because that's just what they did. They were a means of transportation. She took a moment to close her eyes and sink into the padded seat as this realization set in. For the first time in her life, happy tears formed. Damien did not interrupt this. A moment later, she opened her eyes, rubbed her tears away, looked over to Damien, and saw that something had a hold of him! Panic! She was so panicked! Was this why these machines killed? Was this machine now in control of Damien? Before she had answers to any of these questions, she shouted out "Look! Something's got a hold of you! Are you okay?! Should I claw through it?!" This time, it was Roxy who was met with a confused look coming from Damien. He looked down, unbuckled his seatbelt, and took it off. This time, he explained what it was for as he put it on, and said that she needed to wear one as well. This isn't the smoothest car, being low to the ground with a tendency to bounce on uneven roads, therefore it was that much more important that they both wear their seatbelts. It was for their safety. Relieved that they weren't in any danger, Roxy followed his lead and put her belt on. After helping her get the end of the belt into the buckle, Damien started the car. Again, Roxy became fixated on the strangest things. "I've never seen a machine that purrs before. Usually they just bolt by at incredible speed." It took Damien a moment to realize what she was saying, before realizing that Roxy had become fixated on the sound of the engine idling, believing it to be some sort of mechanical purring. He took this moment to explain that the sound that each car makes changes as it speeds up and slows down. "This car does not purr when it's moving. You'll see. We'll start out slow, and go from there." Taking his time getting started smoothly and getting back on the road, he looked over to Roxy. She was just so amazed! She was inside one of these machines! It was moving, and it wasn't doing anything else. It wasn't screeching, beeping or swerving. Again, she simply sat there and took in all these new feelings and realizations, only interrupted by Damien saying something. "If I were you, I'd take the hat off and put it on the floor by your feet. You don't want it blowing away, like it blew away from me before you picked it up." In one quick motion, as if feeling this was an immediate command, she took her hat off her head and placed it on the floor. In doing so, this belt thing moved with her as she leaned forward, depositing her hat on the floor. Fascinating. She thought for sure that this belt would try to choke her or something as soon as she tried to move. On the way home, Damien continued to notice that Roxy was really enjoying herself. She was fascinated by every little thing! He let this go on for a few moments. Once they were about 15 minutes away from the, Damien decided to speak up. "Hey, Roxy. I need to be honest with you. I've never seen someone with ears and a tail like you before. I would imagine that nobody else has either. I don't know how people will react when they see you. I just ask that you focus on me, and on the car if you need to. Stay positive. We'll be home soon." That being said, nobody really seemed too put off by a cat girl in a convertible. That was, until someone approached Damien and Roxy while they were stopped at an intersection. Roxy froze, she closed her eyes, expecting something, anything to happen. Instead, a voice from outside the car said "Damien, is that you? It's me, Brent! You missed the launch!" He stopped talking, seeing this cat... Person... In the passenger seat. "Damien. Who's this? And where are your ears?" Confused, Damien didn't answer. He just looked forward, saying he had to get going, as the light was green. "Great job!" Said Damien, comforting his new friend. She still seemed tense, and he didn't really know what to do about this. 20 minutes of random conversations, and they were at his driveway. He pulled in, stopped, and turned the car off. Roxy's ears shot up, moving around like satellite dishes, searching for the sound of that mechanical purring. She never found it. "We're here. This is my house. Hold on just a moment while I help you out." Once Damien helped her out of the car, he got back in, and put the roof up. Again, Roxy was in complete awe. This thing, it was closing, with Damien inside it. But he wasn't afraid, and it seemed like he wanted the machine to do this. Finally, it stopped moving. A solid CLICK was heard before Damien exited the car, stating that he was done and it was time to go inside. "Before we do, I..." Roxy tensed again as she paused, as if having a hard time saying whatever was on her mind. "... I need to use your lawn. I'll be right back." "Stop that, Roxy." Damien said with authority in his voice. "We don't do that here. I'll show you to the bathroom." This didn't click in Roxy's head. She didn't realize this bathroom was where she was supposed to relieve herself. "But I have to go so bad! How long before I can come back outside?!" "Calm down, Roxy. I'll show you to my bathroom. We do that in the bathroom here." Said Damien, realizing the miscommunication. He took her hand and led her inside. She seemed stiff. He didn't know if this was from being overwhelmed, nervous, desperate for the toilet, or maybe some combination of all of these things. After a few steps, Roxy stopped. Pulling back at his hand, she exclaimed to Damien "Please! I have to go! Let me go back outside!" The only response she got was Damien saying to follow him, and he continued leading her further into the house. He opened the bathroom door, and found that Roxy was now shaking. Looking over to her, he saw that she was bent forward, fists to her sides, breathing heavy, with desperation in her eyes. She didn't say anything. "Roxy, it's okay. Here. It's simple!" Said Damien, as he opened the toilet and explained that she'd need to sit on it before she let go. Making sure Roxy understood, he exited the bathroom to give her privacy. He heard a very powerful stream hit the floor. Then it stopped. Then another powerful stream. This repeated several times before he heard a continuous and very powerful stream hitting the water in the bowl. It lasted almost as long as his did when he relieved himself in the woods! How much was she holding?! No wonder she seemed off. With her pants wet and no idea what to do next, Roxy started crying. It was almost like she was trapped all over again! Damien knocked, and announced he was coming in before opening the door. He found a crying Roxy on the floor. Ears flopped over, tail lying flat against the puddle on the floor and completely soaked, sobbing furiously, she was a wreck. "Roxy. It's okay. There's no need to cry. I'll start a shower to get you cleaned up. C'mon, cheer up. I have some sweatpants you can wear once you're all clean, and I'm sure some of Travis' shirts will fit you. We've got a way to get you clean, and new clothes. I'll take care of the puddle. Seriously, don't worry about it. Just focus on cheering up." Damien took a moment to show Roxy how to adjust the water temperature, as well as how to squeeze the soap and shampoo out of the bottles. After instructing Roxy to undress and pull the curtain across the shower, Damien stood outside the bathroom in wait for her to tell him to come back in. He still needed to clean her puddle. "I... I pulled it across. You can... Come in now." Said a very nervous Roxy in the shower. "Okay, I'm coming in now. Make sure you keep the curtain closed." "What? Why would I open it with you right there?!" "Just making sure." With that Damien came into the bathroom and began cleaning the floor under her puddle. This was very yellow urine with a strong odor. He couldn't help but wonder if she was properly hydrated or not. And with such a beautiful young lady on the other side of the door, he had to pay attention to hide his labored breathing. He had a humongous hard on. Luckily, Roxy was so immersed in the shower that she didn't notice his arousing scents. This was completely new to her. The warm water and steam melted all her tension away, cleared her nose and throat, and relaxed her tremendously. Having finished, she turned the water off. "Damien, are you still in here?" "No. I'm outside in the hallway. If you're done, I'm going to start dinner. There's towels hanging on the walls, use those to dry off before you put your clothes on." "Okay, I will." Roxy was still interpreting the things Damien said as commands. She had to dry off before putting on clothes. It would take time for her to become comfortable around people. That being said, everything that happened today was extremely pleasant, with the exception of her accident of course. While Roxy was drying off, Damien was downstairs starting two boxes of Hamburger Helper. Stirring the meat and adding just a pinch of his favorite spices, he hoped it would help Roxy to calm down about everything that's happened. After opening the bathroom door, Roxy's nose was filled with the most interesting of smells. It smelled like cooked meat. Something was different than the pots over fire that her dad used to use. This was more subtle, no smoky smells or anything. Mixed with a separate aroma... A sort of fiery smell, but not like the outdoor fires she was used to. Did Damien use a different kind of fire when he was cooking indoors? Following her nose, it didn't take Roxy long to find the kitchen where Damien was adding the noodles. That's when she saw it. A calm blue flame, coming out of metal. A very different fire than what she was used to. No wonder it smelled so different. Wait, that it! It was a faint smell similar to those outdoor wells! Is this what those were for? Didn't matter, her mind was on whatever was in the pan. End of part 1. I'm planning a thorough desperation event in part 2. I tried mixing desperation with the ride home, but the whole desperation in the car theme didn't make much sense, as I intentionally portrayed Roxy as not understanding these car things, and how she was so deeply invested in everything that was happening at the moment. It seemed like it would ruin that if I had her start a conversation about desperation while in the car. Also, I didn't want to have to choreograph a wetting scene outside in the city, and I'm not going to make her wet inside the car.
  5. Hi all! Long time lurker, but I’m always too shy to post. I have tons of stories to tell through my experience, but here’s a particularly exciting one. This Sunday I took a day trip with my friend to the beach, and it was very fun, though a little cut short because we woke up late. She brought her dog, and it was an all around good time. Because she brought her dog, it meant that one of us had to watch the dog while the other one swam if they wanted. Well, I love swimming, so I did just that. In the water, I was having fun trying to fight waves, especially in my cute ass skimpy pink swimsuit. After a while, I realized I didn’t know where they were, and didn’t have my glasses on, so it took me a while of trying to find them. Thankfully, I did find the spot that we set our stuff at. Thats when I start realizing that I kind of have to pee. Nothing dire, nothing desperate, just “hey, you should probably go pee soon.” I originally planned to do it in the water, but when I got up to get out, I completely forgot that I wanted to pee in the water. So, I made a decision. I walked back to our spot, not even bothering to check if anyone was looking (though, I’m sure they weren’t. It wasn’t very crowded and the people there were preoccupied with their families). And, I just kind of relaxed. I never did stop walking, but I pissed myself on that beach. A solid 15 seconds of just pissing and walking, and a light trail, though it could also be seen as water. And I never told anyone, just kept it my dirty little secret. As much as I would love to tell my bf, he doesn’t know that I like omo, and he himself said that he didn’t have this kink. Though, I think he would change up his tune a bit if I told him that i liked it, but that’s a story for another day. I have more stories like this if you guys are interested 💖💖
  6. Hello Everyone, it's been a while since my last contribution here. There was a lot going on in my real life. However in the meantime I've started to go fully omorashi. First there were some days of "no toilet usage", then becoming weeks and nowadays I'm nearly not using my toilets at all. I've nearly used up my stock of pull-ups, however lately I prefer to just pee my pants. This does torn me on more than using pull-ups. I think it's this "Yes, pull-ups are meant to be peed in. My jeans aren't - this is naughtier." I've been doing this for several weeks now and managed to find some rhythm for myself. Since it's quite cold where I now live, I'm always wearing thick long underwear beneath my normal pants. And since I'm working in homeoffice all the time, sometimes I wear jeans but most of the time I wear comfy joggers over my underwear. The layers I'm normally wearing are fully capable of taking a whole days worth of pee without leaking. My typical day is like: - Get up, being SUPER desperate, managing to reach the shower and let go in whatever I was wearing for bed - Having a shower, dressing up in several layers (mostly two pairs of boxer briefs, these very thick long underwear and some pants) - Normally drinking throughout the day, no pee breaks, enduring the building desperation while working, cooking, eating, doing things like laundry etc. - Sometime between late afternoon and the late evening I'm going to have an accident in my pants. I try to hold as long as I can and there's always this point where I just decide to not fight anymore and give in. - Peeling off my wet clothes, dressing for bed, going to bed. However in the last few days there were quite some variations. Unforseen variations I'd like to say. Some days ago in the very early morning (the sun was not up yet) I was drifting betweet asleep and kind of awake, hardly realising where I was. In my dream-state I noticed I had to pee. And getting used to just go into my pants kind of altered my thinking. So in my dream-state I debated with myself, whether I just should go into my pants now - resulting in actually peeing a little into my pants lying in my bed, before realising there's no protection and I don't want to ruin my mattress. But this was such an incredibly hot situation, that I had three superb orgasms before even getting up this day, enjoying the daring dampness between my legs (and the circumstances it was created). Another day last week I was in the basement doing some laundry, when there was someone at the staircase (I'm now living in a house, where several times a day there are people visiting the other inhabitants here). I knew that she would be there, but I thought she would come later. This day she was early. And I had to pee badly. I even didn't realise HOW badly I had to pee, when I went down. I just realised when I heard someone is upstairs and I was putting clothes into the washing machine. It was so bad, when I hurried to finish preparing the washing machine to rush upstairs into my appartment, I could not hold it and lost some drops into my pants, fidgeting with the machine. So now I was kind of trapped. Because I was wearing quite bright pants this day, and the wet spot, however small it was, was absolutely visible. So I had to wait in the basement until I was sure, there was noone left upstairs I had to pass on my way to safety. It normally takes her about half an hour. I debated with myself whether I could dare rushing past. But I did not want to be seen with wet pants. So I retreated further into the bowels of this house to avoid detection and tried to fight the monster desperation. However only minutes after changing my location and hiding I lost the fight and totally pissed myself. And only some minutes later I heard the door closing, knowing the coast was clear. This was absolutely exciting. I kept my wet pants on for the rest of the evening, before changing for bed. And I've rewet them several times during the evening. And this morning was another very special encounter... since some days I notice that I'm increasingly desperate after getting up. Each day it seems to be a little more urgent than the day before. Normally I get up, put on some pants, fetch all my clothes I want to wear for the day, leave my bedroom in the attic and have to go downstairs into my appartement (yes, it's a little complicated here). On this way downstairs there's always the possibility to meet someone. It never happened yet, but you never know. On several occasions I've lost the first drops while going downstairs or unlocking my appartement, mere seconds before being safe. Today however I got up and within seconds my desperation jumped from like 6 to 9.999. I tried to fetch my clothes for the day as fast as I could, looked for some joggers to wear for my way downstairs, knowing, that these would most probably not remain dry, when I absolutely could not stop some drops escaping my body. I really, really tried to stop it, but I could now. I was leaking into my boxers, leaving smalls spots on my carpet. And since I didn't want to have a puddle in my bedroom, I rushed to the toilet next to my bedroom (I hardly use this toilet at all, but obviously it's good it's there, just in case), leaving an obvious trail of wetness, before jumping into the small shower and letting go while squatting. Hell, this was a real accident and didn't go as planned at all. I was so turned on I decided it was time to share my experiences with you. And today is the first day since many weeks I've put on one of my last pull-ups. Which was a good decision, because after going to the letterbox I had hardly closed the door when again some pee escaped me. If I had not put on the pull-up, I would have been standing there with a huge wet spot between my legs. I'm a little curious about how this day will transpire and what will happen tonight. Maybe I'll put some towels on my mattress, just in case. Another incident happened before christmas. I was meeting an old friend in the next big city (about one hour trip with my car). I had planned to maybe have some fun on my way back later that evening or maybe after coming home so I didn't pee before leaving and arrived already a little desperate. I intentionally had put on pitch-black jeans over my thick underwear, knowing that they would mostly hide whatever might happen. Though I absolutely did not plan to wet myself within a huge crowd of people, yet with a friend next to me who doesn't know anything about my kink. We walking around a little, talking very much and drinking some hot chocolate (since I had to drive, I didn't have alcohol of course). And during the evening I was becoming increasingly desperate. When I arrived I was at like a 5, but I neared a definite 9 after some hours. So I was glad, when it was time to say goodbye and I was finally able to return to my car. Because it's really hard to get a parking place in this city, I had parked my car on the other side of the river and came across the bridge by feet. So I had to go over this long bridge again to reach my car. And it was really cold and a little stormy. So after leaving the warm crowd of people and climbing the stairs onto the bridge it was very chilly, giving me shivers and pressing upon my bladder like there suddenly was an anvil in my stomach. I tried to walk as natural as possible and really tried to hold it, while crossing the river. It took me about ten minutes to cross the bridge, luckily without any accident (maybe some very little drops might have escaped me). But when I decended the stairs on the other side of the bridge, and there was absolutely noone around now, my body seemed to decide it was time to go. So the first real spurt escaped into my crotch, soaking it. I continued to decend the stairs as naturally as possible and after reaching the bottom, I chose to walk behind the bridges pillar instead of in front of it, where the street was. And as soon as I was behind that pillar, in the middle of the huge parking lot, I just spread my legs and totally flooded my pants. It was dark and there were no streetlights around, so I felt relatively safe. Nevertheless if there had been anyone in one of these many many cars, they could have seen me, just stopping, standing there in the darkness, slightly spreading my legs, looking down at me and then walking to my car. I was drenched. It was so much piss, I could not believe it. But as I said, all these layers were able to completely absorb everyhing, keeping my socks and shoes dry. I put a towel onto my seat to try to protect it and started my one hour drive home, looking forward to releasing my arousal as soon as I got back into my appartement. There have been quite another close calls, basement wettings and even an intentional total wetting in my bedroom, before going downstairs. However I have the feeling there might add up some real accidents in the future and if you like I'll let you participate in it within this post. 🙂 On another note: I've been thinking a lot about my life lately. And I'm so absorbed in my omorashi-addiction, that I have identified this as the main reason for being single these days. Since I would not want to hide this side of me and didn't find a girl I could share this with. But I enjoy it soooo much living this way, this seems to be the price... keep calm and pee your pants. C
  7. So this is my second round of tests with Novel A.I. With my first tests I was just sort of shooting in the dark, without learning anything before hand, or changing any basic parameters like accuracy scaling, or style changes etc. I just sort of went in blind to see if it worked at all and tried various characters/locations as the only variety. I posted the first round of day 1 tests on Thursday, here's the link. Since then I learned enough so that there are some immediate improvements in general. Faces are less exaggerated, so they don't come out looking like chibi art all the time. Most of the pee gloopyness has been removed so urine looks a lot less like yellow semen. I also learned to do some varied styles, incorporating more realistic images, and also some old school cartoon/comic styles. And last (but not incorporated into most of these) I managed by the end to pull back a bit on the pee looking like a firehose all of the time. The one thing I couldn't completely crack was wetting the pants. I can get it better and more often now, but it remains the ultimate dice roll. Since this time I was mainly focused on learning how to do things and improve things, I was much less focused on model/location variety, and more on style/quality variety. So there are fewer characters here, but with more varied styles. Lara Croft just sort of became my test default so a lot is just her. Also there's about half as much here then in my first tests. This is because I was barely able to get half as much done/tested, because the Novel A.I. service fell off a cliff. Keep in mind, the image part of Novel A.I. was only launched on Oct 3rd, by the time I did my first test it was literally 10 days old. 2 days later it barely works at all. Apparently 2 things happened. First they got hacked and had to take most of their hardware offline (on the 8th, before Thursday when it worked well enough) for an investigation. Second, (and probably more importantly) they did not anticipate the flood of new accounts and users, and just can't keep up with the bandwidth. On Thursday it was a little slow and there were some disconnect errors, but it was totally usable. Yesterday it barely worked, and today it practically doesn't work at all. So that's pretty much where my second round of tests stop, because it's literally impossible right now. Oh well, here's what I got. I also posted them to the gallery if that makes browsing easier, link below. https://www.omorashi.org/profile/2305-duffman/?tab=node_gallery_gallery
  8. I am reposting a previous story I posted earlier. I have made corrections to this story and hopefully it doesn't violate the rules of this site. Everyone involved in pee desperation is an 18-year old senior or older. It is long but it is worth reading. It has multiple wettings and desperation arcs. The main focus is the protagonist Ashlynn Avalon. She is 18 years old. Please leave a comment below with respect and positive critiquing. Also, there is no torture or acts of violence against anyone. No one got hurt nor was there blood and gore. There is mention of a sucker punch which was made against a wall and not a student. No one got hurt! And no one was roofied or drugged! Reading the story you will see it was ONLY ACCIDENTAL consumption of diuretic pills. Nothing more. If there are other concerns, just please let me know! I am happy to read whatever specific concerns and errors exist. That includes the moderators giving input. If I can fix it I will! Just tell me. The main storyline below: Plot: It was another cool 50°F Thursday in the month of April with the same high-pressure system hovering above. The cloud cover consisted of puffy white clouds appearing as tasty cotton candy set in the morning sky. The sky was awash with turquoise to the west diluting the dark navy of the former night sky. To the east, the sky blazed a scarlet color due to the ascendancy of the morning sun. It rose to brighten and warm this side of the Earth once kept dark and cold by the starlit sky. The birds chirped and glided in the beautifully painted sky starting their flight runs for the day. The grass, still chilled but not deterred by the leftover cold weather winds. The wind blew gently as it calmly caressed the grassy vegetation and flowers grasping for sunlight. After all, they needed breakfast for the day. For this fiction, we will focus on a small stretch of Holden Avenue. Specifically, it was the bustle and bustle at Nolan James High School. Classes start at 7:30 and it was now 7:27 am. Last minute arrivals were clambering their way into the building and stop by their locker before going to class. One of those students was a female running frantically and awkwardly to school. She was on the opposite side of the street, waiting for the traffic to ease up, bobbing up and down while standing in one spot. It was the 18-year-old senior Ashlynn Avalon. Although she lived a quarter of a mile away, you would have thought she could make it even by foot. It was only half an hour walking from her home to the school. Something caused this girl to arrive almost late, but what? And why was she holding her skirt while bending forward? She bobbed up and down, waiting for the cars and buses to pass by. "Damn traffic! I hope it lets up asap." She thought to herself. Car after car drove by as parents left from dropping their child or children to school. Buses also departed to their depot or other routes. A gust of wind ruffled the vegetation, and of course Ashlynn. She whimpered and held down the front and back of her skirt. She didn't want anyone to see. After 30 seconds, the traffic light turned red, stopping traffic from moving both ways. The "walk" symbol was displayed allowing Ashlynn to cross over the cross walk. She walked as fast as possible while keeping her thighs pressed against each other. With only two minutes left, Ashlynn had to move quickly before time ran out. "At last!" Ashlynn cried out as she crossed the road and onto campus property. By this point, the time was 7:28 am and still only two minutes left. She had to get to her locker, then first period class. And fast! The corridors were clearing up as first period drew closer, but there was still a significant density of students and staff. She went through the front entrance which was closest to her. Inside, the hallway was filled with students from every direction. Some walked upstairs while other went downstairs. Some entered the main office while others left. And others journeyed through the hallway going in either direction. In every direction, there was a gradient of students. It was impossible to travel against it, much like it was impossible to swim against the current. Assimilating into either direction meant moving fast and with the gradient, which Ashlynn couldn't easily do at this time. She moved in quick small steps and awkwardly too, which meant possibly being pushed or shoved, or stepped on. In addition, her shoe heels made walking even more problematic. Each step felt like mini thuds which vibrated up her legs and to her abdomen. Ashlynn winced as she moved, feeling immense distress from her lower abdomen. Ashlynn felt the instinctual temptation to hold her crotch, but she was fighting this urge. Ashlynn had to get to her first class and fast. She only had two minutes left and being late wasn’t an option. She made the right and continued walking down the corridor, staying to the right of the corridor. It helped for staying out of the way of other students in a hurry. One bump was all it took for catastrophe. But what could that be? Room after room she passed by as quickly as she could. But Ashlynn, already frantic and stressed out, wondered when she would reach the end of this corridor. "Man, this is so long. I wish they made pre-calculus closer to the main entrance.” At one point, she stopped walking and walked in one place. Ashlynn winced in pain while keeping her thighs pressed tightly and holding her crotch. Ashlynn was in trouble as she was fighting to hold back something. Even clenching her teeth wasn’t helping. Ashlynn, tired and fatigued, strained to hold back some sort of catastrophe. She stood there for 30 seconds trying to prevent this unknown catastrophe. Her heart raced and her breathing labored during her anxious and frantic state. She looked around only to see students and classrooms. Not a single restroom could be seen due to the traffic. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm." Ashlynn moaned. "Damn soda and coffee. I wish I didn't drink so much last night and this morning." Ashlynn mumbled to herself. Ashlynn was severely bursting to urinate BIG TIME! However, she didn’t have time for this. It was now 7:29 am and almost time for class. After 20 seconds, Ashlynn her urge subsided a little allowing her to catch her breath. Each inhale and exhale were done heavily, and with great exertion. Her chest was kept somewhat impeded due to forcing her lower abdomen inward from straining to hold it. After another 10 seconds, she kept up her staggered rapid steps towards the end of the hallway. Poor Ashlynn tried to beat the flow of time but as fast as she was moving, she felt the time slipping away. Luckily, she was much closer to her locker by now. And the end of corridor stairwell. Ashlynn had only about 35 seconds left before class started. She would have to share a textbook with another classmate this time. She didn’t want to be late again and face yet another angry fit by her teacher. The rest of the way to the stairwell was like the previous parts of the corridor. It was a minefield/death trap from a war zone/mummy trap. Students ran from one classroom to another while students ran from their lockers to their classrooms. There was every opportunity to be bumped into. Avoiding them at all costs was a must. But who was the pre-calculus teacher for the 12th grade? It was Mrs. Kay. Mrs. Kay was the school's top high school math teacher and a real Professor Snape (without redeeming qualities). She was known for her punctuality, stern, strict and apathetic behavior towards the student body. What she taught the student had to know. Mrs. Kay taught using the 'gold-old-fashioned' chalk board and speaking while chalk writing. Mrs. Kay expected the class to keep up and not ask every two seconds about what was spoken. If you missed something she spoke or wrote, 'oh well!' Mrs. Kay didn't believe in stopping every time a student needed her to repeat something. Mrs. Kay didn't use PowerPoint lectures to prevent 'coddling' the students. She felt it was a waste of trees and spoils the students. It was common for some students to not pay attention in class and instead looked at the printout of the lecture. Mrs. Kay didn't tolerate such disrespect and waste of her time. By no means was Mrs. Kay pro-environmental. She just didn’t care to waster her supply of paper to make several copies of the same lecture. Mrs. Kay didn't believe in extra credit. You want to succeed you pay attention in class and read the chapters. The proof came in the homework and tests. You reap what you sow! Three things above else that Mrs. Kay hated the most was irresponsibility. Mrs. Kay was not patient and expected to start on time without fail. She hated starting late, unless there was a fire drill, lock down drill, or some other serious matter. Under normal circumstances, class began at a certain time on time without fail. And all students had to show up on time too. If a student came late, it was considered a distraction for her. Not only that, but such students had a habit of asking what they missed. Her responses were the usual caustic, unfriendly sharp comments. It wasn’t totally unwarranted, but her attitude in general was a reason for students to want to miss some of class. They didn’t want to be around her. The next thing she hated was being asked for school notes and homework. She expected students in high school to know how to be responsible for making up the work. She didn't like being bothered having to repeat herself. It was one thing if you arrived late due to some emergency, such as the school bus or being in a car driven by the parent was hit by another driver and the student’s parent or bus driver calls in to let the main office know of being late. That way, the teachers could be informed of tardiness for an actual reason. Sleeping late and waking up late wasn’t a good reason. The last and final thing she hated was a total disregard for doing the work. As a high school teacher, she expected the students to be more capable of handling heavy workload. Mrs. Kay gave lots of reading and homework to prevent claiming not enough practice. Plus, she knew how teenagers can get into trouble when there is nothing to do. She felt the extra work would give the "hormone-filled youths" something to do (other than texting, Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram; hanging out at night, and other trouble). Mrs. Kay spoke sharply and apathetically to whiners complaining about too much homework on top of their already busy schedule. Whenever a student made that complaint, her response was "That is life. It's filled with many responsibilities, and it’s up you [the student] to find the time to get it done!" or "If that is your schedule, then you'd better get started! Use your study hall period or lunch period!". Even having work after school wasn't enough a reason. Mrs. Kay had it out for a couple of students over the years for one or two issues. But she definitely had it out for Ashlynn big time! Ashlynn was the only student to be tardy several times, to complain about PowerPoint lectures, to ask for extra credit, and whine about the workload. Ashlynn's first experience with Mrs. Kay occurred this school year. On the first day of precalculus class, Mrs. Kay spoke in her usual tough and blunt manner about the school year. "This is 12th grade mathematics and being in this grade means high expectations. No nonsense, no whining, and no holding your hand. Today we will be learning about precalculus and its applications in the real world. Precalculus is about" when suddenly a student came running into the classroom and interrupting Mrs. Kay. "Sorry I'm late Mrs. Kay. Traffic was a nightmare (not false but not the full truth either). You know how it is. So, what's the first lesson?" this student asked. Mrs. Kay stood there in utter shock and appall at this student. The whole class stood there looking at this one student. The student rummaged through her book bag still speaking "Where is it where is it ... damn it oh here it is." She took out her notebook and tossed it on the desk. Another student tapped the tardy student on the arm and pointed to Mrs. Kay. This student turned around to see her teacher with the dirtiest and scariest look ever. Mrs. Kay walked slowly and sternly over to the poor fool that just offended her. The student, seeing the expression on her teacher's face, had this intimidated and nervous look on her face. "What's your name?" Mrs. Kay sharply asked the student. The student, gulped, then replied "M-my n-name is Ashlynn Avalon." Mrs. Kay looked at Ashlynn, then spoke. "Miss Avalon! Do you realize what time it is? DON'T SPEAK! That was rhetorical! Whether it is 1, 2, or 5 minutes late it's still late. And lateness isn't tolerated, especially someone of your grade level. By now you should know how to show up on time. Not only that, but you disrupted my class time. My time! And you know what that means?" Mrs. Kay said. Ashlynn stood there feeling so small and afraid, gulped once. She didn't know what to say and if she could say it. "This is my time to teach and you to listen. I have lots to teach on this day and in this semester. Therefore, I expect to start on time everyday 7:30 am sharp! Not a minute before nor after! And it's 7:33 am now because I must discipline you like a small child. Utterly disgraceful. See me after my lesson is done, which might be done after the bell rings to end this period. And don't whine to me about being late for your next class. You will leave when I say so." Mrs. Kay snapped. She turned back to the class and started her lecture. Ashlynn sat down quietly and carefully. As for the end of class, she spent 3 minutes past the end of class to allow her teacher to finish her lecture. Even after the lecture was finished, Mrs. Kay kept the tardy urchin even longer (while letting the rest of class leave) to 'speak' with her. Plus, she wrote Ashlynn up to the school principal. From then on, she understood what rude awakening she would have to endure for this second half of her senior semester. Ashlynn learned she had to be timely or else face her wrath of her new math teacher. Besides the basic math operations, fraction, decimals, rations, measurements, and basic elementary geometry, she was terrible in math. During her years in middle school, Ashlynn earned a low final grade point average due to her low grades in math. Even in high school, Ashlynn did terribly in math except for her math in everyday life class. Algebra, trigonometry, and other high math was alphabet soup to her. It required her to think outside the box which overtaxed her mind. It also didn’t help that some of her math teachers weren’t great. The only math teacher she knew was the most helpful was her 3rd grade math teacher Mrs. Sigma. This same problem was just as prevalent in her pre-calculus class too. Her teacher had it out for her and gave lots of homework. Her lectures were quick, and she rarely stopped lecturing (even for a second) to allow the students to keep up. There was only 45 minutes in a period, but still. Mrs. Kay also had it out for Ashlynn too. It made it hard to learn well in this class for Ashlynn and do the homework proficiently. Plus, her nerdy brainy friend couldn’t always help due to her own responsibilities. The workload involved reading a few (but very long) chapters a week, keep up with her lectures, and do lots of homework. The homework involved showing all the work for each math problem and typing chapter summaries for each chapter. The summaries had to be shown in Microsoft Word, not handwritten. Mrs. Kay knew handwritten work can be erased or changed. But typed work showed exactly what was done. Plus, typed work was much more neat than hand-written work. Ashlynn hated taking the tedious time to do all this on top of her other assignments. She always ended up staying up late into the night for the math homework and some of the other homework. The rest had to be done during her lunch break or free period. She couldn't do her homework after school hours either. Like most seniors, she had to contribute towards expenses. Since August of last year (following passing her junior year), Ashlynn found employment at a local mall department store to help pay for the rent. Her single mother Avana Avalon worked two jobs already to pay for the expenses. Her primary job was at a pharmaceutical company 15 miles away into the city. Her hours started early in the morning and ended after 5 pm. The commute back was a nightmare due to rush hour traffic which took 96 minutes-drive home. On the weekends, she worked her remote home data entry job for a local firm here in town. And yet, the income she brought was still not enough to cover the rising cost of rent thanks to new tax laws and an apathetic landlord. Now Ashlynn had to earn a living to pay for at least a tenth of the rent. The job she had required her to work from 3:00 pm until about 8:30 pm. That left little time for doing her homework and studying. Lately her manager required all the staff to work late due to a shortage of workforce. A few coworkers weren't available for work for various reasons. A few left their job for higher education, one retired, and two got into a serious car accident. They wouldn't be returning until after a few months. Because of this, at times she had to work until 9:45 pm. After punching out, she had to wait another 10 minutes before being picked up by her mother. Avana didn’t want her child coming home at night alone. It was this reason Ashlynn woke up late and came to her first day of precalculus late. It wasn't the last time either. Sometimes she was tired from work and didn't finish her assignments, especially the time consuming and boring assignments. At times, that included her math homework. Sometimes, Ashlynn couldn't think straight or stay awake. On one occasion, she struggled to stay awake and end up falling asleep on her desk. Ashlynn tried her best to stay awake despite constantly falling asleep even for a few seconds. However, one time she fell asleep and missed 15 minutes of the lecture. Mrs. Kay rudely woke her up and snapped at her. Mrs. Kay was so furious and didn’t want to hear Ashlynn’s side of the story. She tried to defend her position which only out her in more hot water. "Don't take that tone with me you disrespectful brat. That's it young lady we are going to the Principal's Office for your behavior and your rampant disrespect in my class. Ashlynn replied, "But I'm not the only one to show up a little late or come short in class.” Mrs. Kay was livid and utterly fed up. Her face was beet red, and she had a punishment suitable for the whole class. "Then perhaps our school Principal should speak with this class and other classes after I report you. It seems I have been too nice. Everyone, 10 points off your next test already and more homework. For each word problem, write the whole work and a paragraph explaining the work. Plus, each poorly written chapter summary will result in 2.5 points taken off your next test. And you’re spending your lunch and study hall period with me for the next two weeks!” The whole class, including Ashlynn, was shocked by this. For the rest of the semester, the whole class hated Ashlynn who became the talk of the school as the newest bad student. She was now personal non grata. During her detention, she had to perform difficult math problems on the chalk board. Or she had to write 'I will not arrive late or disrespect Mrs. Kay again!' for the whole period. And it had to be done whether she was tired or not. And it didn't matter whether she had to urinate or defecate. This teacher was determined to make her suffer. And worse, the school Principal voiced his disappointment plus disgust for her behavior. The principal Mr. Calhoun phoned her mother too. Even her own mother was disappointed in her daughter. She did know how hard it was for Ashlynn. But she couldn’t afford to take Ashlynn to another school. And she knew how immature her daughter was when it came to math. "Ashlynn you can't be mouthing off only to get expelled. I can't afford you to stay another year in another high school. I will make sure you get up on time. But you must do your work and pay attention." Ashlynn had no choice but to comply and stay out of trouble. It was hard on them due to the landlord and high cost of price in their town. But they couldn't move at this time. And Avana needed Ashlynn to finish school to continue working. Back to the main story line (the present). Ashlynn had only 35 seconds left before class. In addition, Mrs. Kay wanted the chapter summaries for this week. Ashlynn stayed up until almost midnight summarizing chapters 12-14 from her huge textbook. And boy did it weight a ton. But she had to make it or else. There was no room for error. After 10 seconds, she made it to the stairwell. “Finally!” she thought as she could just make it up the stairs and get to class. Suddenly a loud noise permeated the whole school. It sounded off in all directions. "Oh not this again. I can't show up late again. She's going to kill me-aaaaaaahhhh." Ashlynn was in serious distress trying to hold back the impending flood of doom, but now was not the time to seek relief. Ashlynn had to leave the building because of another fire drill. As per school policy, everyone (school staff and students) had to evacuate the school building during a fire drill. No one was to remain in the classroom or any of the restrooms. In the event of a real fire, the school building was off limits period! Ashlynn was not only caught off guard, but annoyed and bursting. Ashlynn had no choice but to join another class. As per school policy, she had to join with her class or another class and report to that teacher. When the main office staff would take attendance, that student would be reported to the appropriate teacher. The nearest class was the Italian language class taught by Mrs. Giordano. Ashlynn went over to her (trying not to show her desperation) and reported herself plus which class she was to attend at this time as usual. The class walked to the nearest exit and went outsides in the breezy morning environment. Ashlynn walked in the back of the class and tried to keep up. She tried not to show her desperation in front of anyone. All she could do was put her hands on her abdomen. Once outside, Mrs. Giordano’s class stood outside a safe distance from the school building. Students and teachers kept pouring out from the building, finding safety from the supposed fire. The alarm kept sounding incessantly for the danger of a fire. Slowly but steadily, the building was emptied from the first floor to the third floor It usually took about 2 minutes to clear out the building followed by 2 more minutes for additional attendance. Ashlynn's only concern was to avoid Mrs. Kay’s anger and eventually use the girl’s room. She stood there trying not to show her desperation and the danger she was in. But standing up straight was just impossible. She kept her legs pressed tightly together, wincing, and softly moaning as she fought another wave of desperation. It didn't help being outside in this cold weather threatening to cause an accident. The wind chill added to the cold feeling outside. --------------after 7 minutes---------------- It was now 7:37 am and still now word to re-enter the building. The alarm took 4 minutes to sound off (2 more than usual). Now they stood outside waiting for permission to go back inside the warmer building. It was very quiet except for the whispers of some students, school staff and the Principal. "Was everything okay? Was there a fire? Did someone get hurt?" No one had a clue. Attendance was taken and reported as full. The sun kept rising, shining brightly, as a golden beacon in the heavens outshining the once starry night. Even the moon was no competition to the sun. Some students were unaffected by the breezy weather while others hugged and rubbed themselves to stay warm. Ashlynn was one of those students, still bursting and cold. She didn't have a jacket from leaving out the door in a hurry. In her mind, Ashlynn pleaded for things to end and allow her back inside the school. "How long will this take? I have to pee so bad. O I wish I went before going to bed last night." The urge to urinate kept coming back and her urethra kept throbbing. Each time she felt the urge disappear it came back and more slightly more intense. It didn't help that a cool breeze was making her shudder. Ashlynn could feel her pent-up ocean slowly ooze its way close to the exit corridor of her urethra. All it took right now was one big shudder to make her relax and out comes the unstoppable flood. At one point the breeze nearly lifted her skirt on the back. Luckily, Ashlynn caught it in time. Although she tried not to make a show, Ashlynn couldn't help but bob up and down, keeping her legs pressed against each other, and keep her hands pressed against her area between her legs. When will this end? When can she return inside the building? These thoughts permeated her mind while she was outside. Finally, at 7:43 am, word was given to return inside the building. One by one, everyone began going back inside and to their classes. Ashlynn joined the Italian class back inside the school building. Ashlynn walked carefully as each thud against the ground sent vibrations upwards. She could feel her ocean slosh around as it crashed against her bladder and the muscles beneath. They felt like ocean waves crashing against the shore creating a feeling of pins and needles. Or like the jabs at the palace door by an angry mob of people like those in France 1789. Not a good day for King Louis VI and Marie Antoinette! Once inside, Ashlynn made a left for the stairwell. Ashlynn had to walk with the gradient of students making their way upstairs too. It was hard for her to walk up those steps and quickly due to her predicament. Each step, each vibration, all caused her ocean to slosh around, and her outer defenses to quiver. One person behind her heckled her to move faster. "Impatient jerk!" she thought. Half the flight of stairs was 15 steps which meant one flight was 30 steps. You can imagine the tribulation. Ashlynn walked quickly while hunched and awkwardly. And walking while limiting her breathing wasn't helpful. While it was instinctual to put her hands in her crotch, making a spectacle was out of the question. Furthermore, she kept one hand on the back of her skirt the whole way up. "Stupid school! We pay so much in school taxes to our district and they can't attach a few elevators." Ashlynn hated traveling up the stairs when she had to go. Today wasn't the first time she felt a need to go while going up the stairs. And since skirts were short it was possible a boy or two might see what a girl is wearing. There was always that one moron male who tries to look up a girl’s skirt. At last, the final step on the second floor was obtained. She already had her right foot on the top step (therefore the second floor), when suddenly an impatient student pushed Ashlynn aside. "Whoa!" she whimpered as her balance was disrupted. Ashlynn managed to catch her balance by grabbing the hallway doors, standing to one side. No one bothered to check if she was okay and just kept walking forward. Ashlynn stood there holding the door and her face turned away from the crowd of students. Her face was beet red from what just happened. Amid losing her balance, she almost had an accident. Thank goodness it wasn’t much worse. She did feel a dribble escape her and ooze down the middle. Ashlynn allowed the crowd of students to finish passing by until the hallway was clear. She couldn't take another jostling by an impatient jerk. Hopefully the coast would clear up enough she could continue her trek to her classroom, which honestly, was two doors away on the right. Ashlynn kept her left leg in front of the right leg trying to keep it closed. After about 30 seconds, the hallway became less dense and safe enough for Ashlynn to keep moving. She hurried over as fast as she could. Ashlynn didn't see her class walk by and assumed perhaps they didn’t return yet. However, she would learn her assumption was wrong. As soon as she walked inside, she stopped to see her teacher was already speaking her lesson. This wasn't good for Ashlynn. Mrs. Kay's back was turned towards the doorway, giving her time to quickly find a seat. Furthermore, she hoped her teacher wouldn't notice she just arrived. She looked around for an empty desk and seat. A student in the first row pointed to a desk in the back still vacant. Ashlynn hurried as fast as she could before her teacher turned around. Sadly, her fortune became misfortune as her name was thundered. "Miss Avalon!". Ashlynn flinched from being startled by her teacher, dribbling yet again. This time, the dribble merged with the previous dribble and a droplet fell to the floor. Ashlynn slowly turned to face Mrs. Kay who was already annoyed by the drill and now by the same student that appeared late again. Ashlynn knew what was coming next and still tried to pretend she just made it. "G-good morning-" "GOOD MORNING! Really? I dare say not for it's a terrible morning." Mrs. Kay snapped Ashlynn tried to speak but she was cut off again. Ashlynn, on the verge of an accident, trying to hold back the ocean made worse by her fight or flight response. She managed to hold back the growing ocean inside her. Poor Ashlynn didn't have time to wipe or relieve herself. But her focus now was trying not to have an accident while making it through what was to happen next. The whole class was silent as they awaited what fresh hell Ashlynn caused now for being late again. You would have thought the teacher would move on and not let this get to her. Ashlynn did just arrive more or less on time. But nope! Mrs. Kay wasn’t letting this go. "I don't know what to do about you. I just don't know with you. You have been warned what would happen if you came late and still you can't make it on time ........ I can't do this anymore. Please see me after class with your chapter summary. Now .... sit down!" Mrs. Kay spoke sternly. Ashlynn shakily sat down while Mrs. Kay continued her lecture. It was now 7:52 am and the class ended at 8:15 am. Ashlynn had to endure about half an hour of what seemed to be Greek. The lesson focused on deriving the slope for logarithmic equations. "As I have discussed, logarithmic graphs either follow base 10 or the constant e. For base 10 we wrote log10(x) or lne(×)." Ashlynn tried her best to focus on the lecture and look like she was writing notes in her notebook. Mrs. Kay kept looking in her direction making sure she wasn't being ignored. She wrote in quick sentences to eventually one-line sentences, and the graphs were also being drawn quickly. Ashlynn had one hand on her notebook while the other was clutching her front to better hold it. Worse off, she had to sit in her damp skirt. She felt dirty and uncomfortable. But there was nothing she could do right now. Her bladder was becoming more distended as more fluid was dumped into it. Where was it all coming from? Why was her body dumping all this extra fluid into her bladder? Her predicament only made Ashlynn more restless, shifting in her seat and knocking her knees together. With time, she could no longer hold her pencil properly. Her notes became scribble that wasn't legible. The faster she wrote her notes down the less organized they became. Ashlynn missed certain things while misspelling others. Her notes were filled with cross outs, chicken scratch, and sloppily drawn graphs. Ashlynn leaned forward wincing and holding herself more so than taking notes. She instinctively began crossing one leg over another, and vice versa. But even that was making things worse, not better. Several times she had to stop writing to hold herself because her need became overwhelming. It felt a combination of a dam facing extreme pressure and a palace door banged on by a mob of angry dissidents. It was incessant throbbing at the exit corridor. Ashlynn was already tired from last night and her body (rudely awakened for school) was still tired. She longed for the lesson to be over soon before the flood broke through. No. She longed to go home and sleep for the day. For Ashlynn time couldn't move any slower as it trailed by at a snail's pace. What's a girl to do when she must unleash her golden ocean? And there was no way she was going to ask for permission for the bathroom from the likes of Mrs. Kay. ------------------after 12 minutes------------------- It was now 8:10 am and now Ashlynn couldn't wait for the period to end. She wanted to make a quick b-line out of the classroom. Ashlynn was holding herself more often, unable to pay attention at all. "As you can see here" Mrs. Kay said as she explained another graph. She walked towards everyone's left as she spoke. Amid teaching, Mrs. Kay closed the door to the classroom in anticipation by Ashlynn. But Mrs. Kay saw Ashlynn look at the clock. "This won't go her way" she thought. Mrs. Kay made it clear she wanted to see that disrespectful, tardy urchin after class. Ashlynn felt trapped by this barracuda of a teacher seeing no way out for her now. "Mmmmmmh .... mmmmmmh" whimpered Ashlynn, breathing hard trying to hold it. She shifted the position of her feet, putting her knees together, her calves shaking as she fidgeted in her seat. "Why won't this teacher get off my back?". It would be another 5 minutes before at last, the bell rang ending the first period. But Mrs. Kay kept the class another two minutes to finish her lecture and prevent the escape of her target. "Hold on! I have two more minutes. Stop whining. This is 12 the grade. I will say when you leave. Not a stupid bell." Mrs. Kay continued her lecture for the next 2 minutes more about logarithmic functions and determining how to calculate intercepts. The rest of the class had to sit there and listen, hating Ashlynn again. Even the student who helped her out was annoyed, but felt this time was unnecessary. Two minutes later the lesson was done. "And that's the end of this week's lecture on logarithmic functions. You have to perform problems 1-19, 22, 24-29, and 32 from chapter 5 of your textbooks. Class dismissed." Ashlynn like other students began putting her books away. It was hard to bend down with a distended bladder that also pushed down against her urethra. But her suffering wasn't over for Mrs. Kay approached her. Mrs. Kay had this dirty stern look to her. Those eyes were black as the callous swirling void within a black hole. There was nothing but darkness and the apathy that crushed all life and hope of escape. Ashlynn couldn't think of anything to say. "I have had enough of your tardiness and disregard towards me. You are no senior. You are a child with no sense of respect nor discipline. Don't give me excuses. This is my time wasted due to your tardiness, and you haven't learned anything. Your grades are atrocious with your 70's and your homework answers are pathetic. Don’t tell me you tried. I am done with you, you incorrigible nightmare. Give me your chapter ... no don't bother. It's not worth grading. Now ... get out!" Ashlynn got up and left. Ashlynn didn’t waste time for the bathroom. She had to go badly and didn’t think she could wait longer. She made her way to the middle of the corridor stairwell bathroom. But once she was a few steps away, she was met by a line of seniors. Ashlynn decided to try the one on the third floor. That meant having to make the trek up the stairs again. She sucked in more air to make the journey. Luckily, she wasn’t heckled or jostled. Again, each step she took was torture. She could feel the ocean sloshing inside herself. It all added to her wave of desperation and her frantic state of mind. Ashlynn had to hold on. She did have half a mind of letting it go here and now. Her class was 5 doors away and near the middle stairwell. Once on the third floor, she was met by her next period teacher, Mr. Gable. He wasn't as strict or harsh as Mrs. Kay, but he also expected punctuality from seniors. Ashlynn looked at her wrist-watch to see only 20 seconds left. She had to pick up the pace before risking another tardiness. "Hi Ashlynn. Listen I have to go to the main office. I'll be back in 5 minutes. The Do Now problem is on the marker board. While waiting for me get ... oh that's the bell. Just get started while you wait for me." Mr. Gable said, then walked away. Ashlynn was presented a chance to check out the girl's room and come out. She limped into the bathroom and went to check for a stall. The first stall was taken while another senior girl used the urinal. It was one of those urinals that went down to the ground level. Ashlynn hated those due to lack of privacy. There was another stall vacant and accessible. 'Thank gawd. Relief!" Ashlynn cried staggering inside. But she was to be disappointed again. The seat was covered with wet toilet paper. Plus, the toilet bowl was filled to the brim because someone stuffed too much paper and tried to flush. Even worse was the lack of toilet paper. "I can't use this stall!" Ashlynn was defeated again. "What happens here? Why can't I just go pee?" she thought. Ashlynn had no choice but to leave the bathroom and go to her class. Her situation was worsening but she wasn't prepared to openly urinate. Besides the door could open any time and the view would be something for anyone still passing by. It was now 8:21 am and still the stall was occupied. (Side joke! Her ocean is gold! Too bad she can't get rich from it!) She had no choice but to sit down and wade it through. She knew full well her teacher wasn't going to allow her to make a trip for the bathroom just as he walked into class. Ashlynn took off her backpack and put it on the ground. She crouched down to take out the appropriate books, which only added to her dilemma as last time. But it was worse now due to fighting this intense wave of desperation. The exit corridor throbbed as the wave pulsated incessantly. She desperately wanted to cup her hands over her front area to give some peace of mind. Alas, that meant drawing attention to herself and didn’t doing it. What was this unearthly urge? What was this ocean of gold? In the past, she felt desperation but not this bad. This was just unsettling and poor Ashlynn didn't know what to make of it. Ashlynn rocked back and forth in her seat while shuffling her feet across the floor during the lesson. The lesson was on gravity and tension upon an object. "Any object held in place by ropes feels tension. The object is being pulled down by gravity. If the net force of gravity and the tension are equal, the object remains in that position unable to move in any direction in an ideal system." Mr. Gable said. Ashlynn wasn't keen on physics either although it required far less complicated math. She wasn't math and science oriented by nature and preferred creative, artistry, and acting. Understanding the scientific concept behind how the world worked was also something she struggled with. In lamens terms, she knew that a ball thrown into their air would come down, that planets went around the sun, and a bullet moving at great speeds could do serious damage. But concepts like vectors versus scalar, calculating the strength of gravity, and particle physics would elude her a little. This class would be from 8:19 to 9:04 am. -------------------------8:55 am----‐--------------------- The whole class period was spent learning how to calculate the force of tension using angles, gravity, net-force, and kinematics vectors. The force of gravity was usually described with a down arrow while tension was described with an up arrow. One of the problems was as follows. A weight held in place by a rope, with a mass of 75 kg, and an upward tension of 700 N, held 80 m off the ground: 1. How much weight of gravity (Fg)? 2. How much is the net force? | ----------------| | | ⬆️ T=700N | ● _ | m=75 kg. | | ⬇️ Fg | H=80m | | ----------------- Fg=? _ The whole class took a moment to answer this question. Some tried performing mathematical work to determine the answer. If the net force was equal that meant the force of tension and the force of gravity were equal. The object in the system was not going to move up or down. But if it wasn't, then the object moved in a particular direction. Of course, the star nerd of the school, Octavia Starr answered the question in no time. She was the science and math nerd of the whole school and famous for her outstanding grades. "The answers are 735.75 N and the net force is 35.75 N. The net force is not zero." Octavia said. "Very good Octavia. As always, doing superb." Mr. Gable replied. Ashlynn didn't care for the lesson at this point. Her focus was on staying dry. Her notes were scribbles too and frantically written. She had to take the time to hold herself down there from time to time to answer her massive wave of desperation. As time passed, she just couldn’t do it anymore. She sat there holding herself and wincing. She tried to listen to this one teacher despite the subject. He was a nice man, but she just couldn’t focus. She shook her leg incessantly and shifted her feet. She tried crossing her thighs but moving only made the urge worse. She scrunched her toes several times, as part of her nervous desperate tick. As time passed, Ashlynn shifted her feet (standing them on her toes) side to side, shaking her ankles and changing the direction of her toes. As of this moment Ashlynn was shaking her knee up and down, so quickly it presented as a minor disturbance for a few students nearby. Ashlynn tried to lessen the pressure on her urethra and the pain in her bladder, but alas it wasn’t working. It was now 8:57 am and still only 7 minutes left. You'd think time would move faster when you're not paying attention. Today, the opposite happened when you keep looking at the clock. I wonder if it's a quantum phenomenon (double slit experiment! Hint hint!). But Ashlynn had to go now. She raised her hand for the bathroom. "Mr. Gable may I please go to the bathroom. I have to go!". Mr. Gable replied "We have about 7 minutes left. You'll just have to hold it. As I was saying …" Mr. Gable continued his lesson. ----------------------the drug lab----------------------- Avana Avalon (Ashlynn's mom) arrived at work, frantic as usual. Her work shift starts at 9 am, and right now she had 3 minutes left before her shift starts. Like her daughter, Avana had to find relief like crazy. She got out of her car, grabbed her purse, shut the driver's side door, locked the car doors with the alarm on, and ran towards the front entrance. "Oh gawd oh gawd" she said over and over again. She pulled out her security card, swiped it, went inside and punched in. She made a b-line for the restrooms in the back despite wearing closed toed shoes. They hurt her feet, but that wouldn't be as bad as having an accident on company property. She burst into the ladies' room and pushed open the stall door. Once inside the stall, Avana closed the door shut. Avana proceeded to unzip and unbutton her trousers, lower it and sat on the toilet. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh" she said in relief. Her pent-up ocean jetted out and splattered underneath her. Avana didn't care that her upper thighs felt assaulted by tiny bullets latching on to her underside. Right now, the feeling of sweet relief was ecstasy. "Geez! All those coffees finally came out plus my medicine." Avana looked at her wrist-watch and chose to forgo wiping. She had one minute left. Normally, she would have done so rather than pull up her trousers, but this time was different. "I'll just have to go home and shower later." Avana flushed and got out of the stall. She washed her hands and got out of there. Avana met with her supervisor to discuss the details of today's work. "Good-morning Mr. Supervisor. What can I do for you this morning?" Avana asked her supervisor. -------------------back at school--------------------- Back at school, Ashlynn wasn't as lucky as her mother. She was struggling to hold on as her bladder pained in the last 7 minutes. Her bladder was so full and still expanding, making more room for the ever-growing ocean. She felt sick to her abdomen from holding it and the stinging feeling from her full bladder. Her mind was flooded by neurotransmitters stating it was time to go. In addition, her bladder contracted once to try to force out this ocean which only put more pressure against the exit. That meant more waves of desperation and more throbbing. It sent her brain messages too. "Danger danger please release me from this gargantuan beast of an ocean. We can't hang on forever. Pressure reaching serious!". Ashlynn grimaced in pain begging the bell to save her from class time (get it! Saved by the Bell!"). As with precalculus class, she didn't write very much in her physics notebook. Her handwriting was atrocious due to her frantic nature and shaky hand. She barely paid any attention being a recluse in her own world. Ashlynn had the privacy to display her desperation, to an extent It was 9:00 am and still the bell didn't ring. Ashlynn looked at the clock with a longing to leave. Her books were already closed and in her bag. Ashlynn shook her right leg waiting to be done. She felt horrible she didn't pay any attention to this nice teacher. But her need was too much. "Come one come one stupid minute hand turn. Turn!" she whispered to herself. Trying not to appear rude she turned back to Mr. Gable speaking about angles and determining force of tension against force of gravity. ----------------------------------------- \ ° ° / \ / \ / \ / tension 1 \ / ● weight °=angle of some degree, 90°, 145°, etc., ⬇️ Fg=force of gravity ______________________________________ "We use the trigonometry cosine of theta. Theta is an angle in this case. By determining the cosine of the angle, we can determine the force of tension." Mr. Gable continued his lecture on the matter. Ashlynn kept her focus on staying dry pleading for class to end. Suddenly, Ashlynn heard her name being called. “Ashlynn, can you tell the class how we can determine the cosin of theta for the above scenario?” She was dumbstruck as she didn’t pay attention to the lesson shown. “Uuuuuuuuhhhhh …. Uuuuhhh … uuummmm ….” "Ring" "We will pick this tomorrow. Read chapter 5 for tonight. The homework is on your syllabus!" Mr. Gable said as the students began putting their stuff away and leaving the classroom. Ashlynn didn't wait and got up to, moving with the crowd. She made a right towards the girl's bathroom. Ashlynn felt every slosh and swish of her pent-up ocean as it made her exit dam quiver. She could feel today's lesson as her bladder pained. The force of gravity pulled on her already heavy and full bladder. Due to the weight of gravity, it began expanding onto nearby structures, such as the subsequent exit corridor below. While en route, she felt her bladder spasm. Since her class was in the opposite direction of her physics class, she decided on going to the bathroom nearest her next class (9:09-9:54). After about 20 seconds, she stopped and moved to one side. Another wave of desperation swept by forcing Ashlynn to deal with it. She lifted her left leg, wrapped it around her right leg, and moved it up and down as she bobbed in place. "Errrrrrrrrrrr" she whimpered. She had to keep it inside, even if it was uncomfortable. Having an accident openly was unthinkable. She already dribbled urine earlier this morning and couldn't do it again. After 30 seconds, Ashlynn kept moving forward towards the bathroom. The hallways brimmed with the hustle and bustle of students at their lockers, going to class and/or the bathroom. At one point, her wave of desperation came back forcing her to stop again. She kept her legs pressed together followed by wrapping her left leg around her right one. Suddenly, she was pushed by another senior rushing to class. He ran fast and discourteously past several persons in the hallway. Ashlynn was thrusted forward two steps causing her to spurt twice. She immediately closed the exit corridor (urethra) closed. But the damage was done. She stood still trying to fight the wave of desperation as hard as she could. Ashlynn was becoming more frantic and agitated now that she spurted twice on top of dribbling twice. She was having an accident in public and on school grounds. She continued standing there trying not to have an accident. She kept her legs pressed tightly together, bending forward, and wincing as she fought off another wave of desperation. Ashlynn was in danger of urinating where she stood and needed the bathroom fast. She got herself under control for now and kept walking awkwardly towards the bathroom. Each small frantic step she took meant getting to relief sooner. Ashlynn couldn't wait for relief as she had desired it for so long this morning. With only two minutes left before class Ashlynn had to get relief fast. As soon as she was 10 paces away, she quickly staggered inside, pushing open the door frantically, saying openly "Oh I have to pee I have to pee" repeatedly. Ashlynn came inside only to be greeted with occupied stalls and an empty urinal. The urinal was attached to the wall and above the ground. Unfortunately, it was too high for Ashlynn. She wasn’t tall enough even for being on her toes nor was she going to make a spectacle in front of others. "Oh come on!" she yelled. She paced back and forth bobbing up and down like a little schoolgirl. Time was running out as her next class was approaching. Her next class was marine biology taught by Mr. Warner. He was passionate about marine biology and expected the students to attend on time and do the work. Mr. Warner was one of those pro-environment, anti-pollution, anti-big business people. Above else, he wanted to educate the next generation on the importance and beauty of nature's wonders that was the aquatic life. It was more than learning about what's a fish, a squid, what's an oil spill and keeping the Earth's waters clean. It was about inspiring the younger kids about what is life, understanding life, and how to treat it. To Mr. Warner, it was about so much more. Genetics, evolution, food chain, habitats, environmental influences, treatment of the aquatic life, human actions, and how it all ties in. And they can't be found anywhere else in the universe. For the next 1 minute she waited outside for one of the stalls to become available. Even if it was half her bladder full, it was better than nothing. "What does a girl have to do to get to a bathroom stall? Hey open up! Damn it I have to pee!" Ashlynn yelled. One of the other senior girls replied "Go away. I'm busy here!". Ashlynn couldn't believe what was going on here. Again, she was denied as her pain grew. Her bladder became more distended and more pained. What was making her bladder fuller? Suddenly, the swishing of water could be heard indicating the flush handle was pushed. Ashlynn was filled with relief as at last she could urinate. The thought of relief nearly made her spurt again as her exit door quivered from the throbbing. Sadly the stall door didn't open. Ashlynn had 30 seconds left and no time to waste. Ashlynn had to go now or never. She banged on the door, calling out to the person on the other side to hurry up. But again, she was rejected by the other person. Ashlynn had no choice but to leave in defeat. She had to go to class and wait another 45 minutes or somewhere during class period for relief. ------back in the above girl's bathroom----- Back in the bathroom, three female students emerged. It was none other than the infamous elite. It was the Tri Royalty Brigade. It consisted of three females (each female 18 years old) Camilla, Priscilla, and Ursula. Their ringleader was Camilla. She led her ladies towards not just being on top but also maintaining a certain image. Camilla: These toilets are disgusting. Regular folk have no sense of decency. They just do their business like animals. Girl's, it's time to raise this complaint once and for all. We won't stand for slip shoddy work at the hands of plebians. We need professionals who understand what cleanliness means. Priscilla: I agree. They say they work hard while they slacked off. And they criticize us upper class folk for having mansions and shiny bathrooms. It's because we believe in high standards. Ursula: The class president Melanie is too busy building bridges than exposing laziness in this school. Camilla: Don't worry. I’ll set Melanie straight when the time permits. Also, I heard Mrs. Kay became upset with a female senior for arriving late again. How old are you arriving on time is so hard? That person doesn't deserve to be here let alone call herself a senior. -------------------back to Ashlynn------------------- It was now 9:09 am in marine biology class. Mr. Warner arrived on time as usual. He began asking for chapter summaries and subsequent questions to answer for homework. Ashlynn, being so busy, forgot to do the questions. She arrived home late and afraid of Mrs. Kay, plus studying for a test. She fell asleep trying to finish marine biology homework. She had to submit what she had to receive what could be graded. By now, Ashlynn was exhausted but couldn't yawn due to her need to relieve herself. It would be another 45 minutes before she could leave again for the bathroom. Or she could ask in the middle of class period. From 9:09 am and onwards, her teacher lectured about the life of mollusks and squids. The lecture was as slow as the last two lectures. -----------------back in Study Hall------------------- Study Hall usually occurred in another part of the school library. There students went to find the library books they needed or to study during this type of free period. It was usually quiet unless two students worked together for studying or a project. One of the students was Octavia Starr studying for her Science of Natural Disasters test. She looked over her notes from Earth Science class and textbook, as well as her current notes. Words, sentences, and paragraphs were absorbed like a sponge absorbing water by this girl. However, as focused as she was her mind was diverted elsewhere. "What was with her? Why did she seem so strange fidgeting and sort of in pain?" Was she okay?" Octavia thought. One voice in her mind said she must not lose focus for her exam. Another voice said she must be curious about what's happened to her best friend. Like a Star Trek Vulcan, she stayed objective on the mission and studied for her exam. ------‐--------back to Avana Avalon-------------- It was 9:15 am at Drugtopia Pharmaceuticals, Incorporated, teeming with laboratory workers galore. Some worked independently, while others in a group. This was work coordinated by management and dictated to the employees at the lower echelon of the organization. All departments coordinated their efforts despite being independent from each other in some way. For example, the packaging department did their own specific duties separate from the laboratory department. But it was all coordinated by upper management down to the supervisors and to the workers. Back in the laboratory, Avana was set to test a pain reliever for its ability to dissolve in the machine. She was documenting the number of lots to run in their dissolving machines and under specific parameters set forth by an already made procedure. All tests followed specific procedures which had to be strictly adhered to. Avana was filled with relief but slowly feeling a small pang growing again. "I'll have to go again thanks to my water pills." Avana put it out of her mind for now until it was a real problem. All testing had to be done in a timely manner to meet manufacturing quotas (of course she had to it correctly) and pick up her daughter at some point. Avana had high blood pressure and urine retention due to the stress of being a single, working parent, and a long-standing complication from a car accident. Her medications were a diuretic pill and a drug for urinary retention. The drug for urinary retention was a muscle relaxant to allow the flow of urine (I take it too). ------------back to Ashlynn's school------------ It was now becoming late morning with the sun shining a bright yellow in the sea of turquoise. The clouds were white and puffy, only covering the sea ever so sparsely. The flowers weren't yet ready to bloom and the environment still cool. It was now 62°F and unusually warm for this month. Down below, third period made its halfway mark with only 23 minutes left. Currently, Octavia was taking her exam in Natural Disasters. The topic was earthquakes and volcanoes. Simple Earth Science topics, whizzing by the questions. Being pragmatic and prepared, always held onto her school materials knowing it could always be of future importance. Something she learned from her sophisticated, scholarly mom. Other students weren't as up to par but to Octavia, it wasn't a competition. She did what she had to for her future. Optics mattered not! Of course, you had the Tri Royalty Brigade that did well, but for optics sake and to get into high class private colleges. Plus, they paid off other students and used their methods of persuasion to convince nerds to do their homework. But these nerds didn't have a spine and needed these elitists for protection against bullies. The ringleader Camilla would use her flirtatious and sophisticated charm to woo the jocks to leave the nerds alone. But a few nerds weren't corruptible, like Octavia. She knew how to stand up to the elite. She was intellectual as Spock and caring as Phoebe from Hey Arnold! (TV show) However, while the rest of the student body was doing well one student was still feeling herself in .... well what a bladder might say is ..... the opposite of heaven. The marine biology class was paying close attention to the lecture on mollusks and squids. First came the squids and octopuses. "These large appendages don't just help to grab and swim but also for defense." Mr. Warner said. Everyone was so caught up in the lecture thanks to Mr. Warner's charisma and energy, except for Ashlynn Avalon. It was now 9:30 am (more than two hours since class started), and the strain was getting to her. Her already tired body was under duress as she strained with all her might to hold it. Her kidneys kept pumping more fluid into the bloated sac below. From there, her bladder dumped more into her exit corridor and causing it to pain more as it tried to contain the growing ocean of doom. Her self-focused brain was bombarded with signals concerning the rising the pressure was reaching dangerous levels. Her stomach ached from being forced inwards and her breathing was more labored. Ashlynn tried to pay attention but doing so was impossible now. She spent several minutes of her class time fighting an incessant wave upon wave of desperation, fidgeting and shifting her legs and feet. She went so far as to wedge her hands and skirt to hold herself. She thought about the marine life being ever so free to urinate and defecate freely in open waters. It was such as a freedom for which she felt jealousy. "The fishes can just go without the need for a bathroom and without fear or humiliation. I wish I could just go right now, letting out all my pee hot without consequence. Oh how it would be so freeing. I wish I could just pee alreadi-ow oh gawd. It hurts." Ashlynn thought to herself. "Boys don't have this problem. Why do we girls and women have it?" Ashlynn wondered. As time passed, she could feel the ocean pushing against her exit corridor to the point whereby she could no longer contract her exit corridor. She could contract to hold it as tight as she wanted but it couldn't do more than that. Remember, her tired body didn't wake up like normally and using only what little fuel was pumped into her body. Plus, her exit corridor has been straining since this morning. It throbbed like crazy, sending signals for help and relief, wondering when it would be relieved from this torture. "Danger danger please release this ocean. Pressure reaching severe!" said her bladder and exit corridor. It was 9:35 am and Ashlynn raised her hand to get her teacher's attention. "Mr. Warner" she said in a strained voice. "May I please go to the bathroom?". Mr. Warner replied "Didn't you go before during the time between classes? This is important for your quiz next week." But Ashlynn felt she was on the brink of an accident. "Please I have been ... holding it ... since morning. Before class, I went to the bathroom, but all the stalls were taken." Mr. Warner replied by saying "This is important biology you need to know. We have five more minutes of lecture before I put on the YouTube video. You can go then." Mr. Warner continued his lecture despite Ashlynn’s please for the bathroom. Ashlynn didn't care to listen anymore. She just wanted to go urinate. She took out her cell phone and put on the voice recording app. Later on, she could get the notes for the class from a homework buddy. The next five minutes went by slowly and painfully as her need to go was again denied. Mr. Warner also closed the door for the video he wanted to present. Each second that went taunted Ashlynn as the minute hand moved slowly. It was as though time didn't want to move faster to tease this poor girl. It teased her to see long she can hold it, and perhaps enjoy watching her before spurting it all out. Ashlynn quietly whimpered, crossing and double crossing her legs, bobbing up and down on her toes. At times, she shook her legs up and down trying to make the wave lessen, but to no avail. She couldn't hold back the ocean anymore as her exit corridor throbbed even more. There was just no further she could contract her urethra muscle (exit corridor and exit dam) which throbbed and quivered. She rocked back and forth in her seat as she couldn't hide her immense desperation. Ashlynn was tempted to run out of the classroom and not care if she was written up. Her need to go at this point was her only priority. Why was she barred from going she wondered. Suddenly, a burst of wind came through the classroom filling the air with a chill. It not only blew a few papers but caused some to shudder. Ashlynn was one of those feeling the chill, threatening to make her shiver from the cold. Ashlynn did shiver a little and in doing so, dribbled for a half second. She gasped softly, flinching upwards in her seat. The damp feeling felt as though she was immersed in her waste. It felt uncomfortable and disgusting. Ashlynn raised her hand but was again denied. Mr. Warner was almost finished with his lecture despite the five minutes passing giving a last word on the matter. "As you can see by this chart how much the mollusk community has grown since previous years" he continued. Ashlynn didn't care about that as she bobbed up and down in her seat. It was unbecoming of a senior, but she had to go before she spurted again. You would have thought a few spurts would have reduced the pressure and strain upon her body. It was replaced with more fluids. How was that possible? It was now 9:44 am as the lecture was complete. Mr. Warner entered Microsoft Edge browser, typed YouTube.com in search field and pressed Go. From there, he selected a marine life documentary and clicked on it. The page for the video appeared displaying the main video on the screen and other options on the surrounding page. Ashlynn thought "Finally I can go." She got up from her seat, only to sit back down. Mr. Warner said she could leave once the video started. He pressed the arrow icon on the black video screen on the page to start the video. At first, the video screen displayed the icon for buffering before starting to play. It happens when the internet is a little slow. Mr. Warner assured the class his video would buffer and to give it a minute. It was 9:45 am when it started buffering. However, as time went on it became apparent to the whole class the video wasn't going to finish buffering at all. For 3 whole minutes, the video displayed the buffering symbol unable to play itself. For Ashlynn, this nightmare was torture as her exit corridor and bladder screamed neurotransmitters to her brain about her worsening situation. With every moment that passed she could feel every pulse and throb down there, making her more frantic. By the time it was 9:48 am, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She leaned forward, clutching her skirt for dear life as she winced in pain. Her breathing was labored and her heart racing, beating hard in her frantic state. Ashlynn felt another spasm from her bladder. This spasm felt like a sharp stab to her abdomen and as if something pulled or torn. Ashlynn was done waiting for approval and took action. Whether or not she was to face disciplinary action was irrelevant at this point. And why should she? For not wanting to wait for a transplant? Being healthy was more important than being a good little girl. It was now or never! Without thinking, as if possessed by some force or a spirit, she got up from her seat and ran to the door. Mr. Warner called out to Ashlynn who was she was already out the door. The whole class saw this senior student behave like a little schoolgirl about to wet herself. One student commented to another. "Who is that?". The other student replied "I dunno but that is embarrassing." Outside in the hallways Ashlynn made her way to the girl's bathroom. Each step she took felt as though her flood gates would open from the vibrations made by her heels striking the ground. "Oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd" she repeated over and over again. Just as she came to the bathroom door her heart sank. She stood there bobbing up and down reading the "out of order" sign. Ashlynn, impatient and frantic, tried to open the door. But alas, it was locked. In her anger she banged on the door when suddenly "(gasp)". The unthinkable happened. In her frantic haste, she took her focus off her exit dam. Her muscles down there relaxed a little and let loose a stream of her urine. She closed the hatch, but the damage was done. Although it was a 1-second stream, the inside of her thighs down to her feet and shoes were wetted by this stream. Ashlynn just "peed" herself and onto herself. And in the school hallway! Again! It was now 9:50 am and time was running out for her to find relief. She had to find a suitable bathroom and fast. Despite losing some of her urine, her body was still cranking out more liquid to replace what she excreted. For now, Ashlynn was in serious trouble of having a worse accident. Any moment she might lose control again. Ashlynn remembered the bathroom nearby the middle stairwell and chose to go there. "Just hang on hang on hang on." Ashlynn told herself. A small dribble made its way down the middle like before. Ashlynn sucked in more air to keep the exit dam shut. Ashlynn hurried over to the bathroom only to be met by the custodian. He was leaving the bathroom as he just finished mopping the floor and put the wet floor sign on the ground. Ashlynn's heart sank again as she stood there frantically bobbing up and down. The custodian saw this student holding herself like a schoolgirl from the 1st grade with those desperate eyes pleading for the toilet. "Oh please let go in there I have to pee sosososososos badly ohmyGAWDIhavetopee!" But the custodian shook his head in denial for this young student. "Nope. I can't let you in here. It's dangerous and slippery. Go somewhere else!" "Oh come on! I have to pee I'm bursting and about to pee myself-" "Sorry but I can't let you in here." "But I HAVE TO PEE!" "You can't be in there regardless." "But-" "NO! You can't be here! That's final!" Ashlynn cursed under her breath and after checked her wrist-watch. She had only two minutes left of the period. She could keep looking but she might not return for her things. Ashlynn kept lifting one leg crossing it over the other and vice versa. She bent forward and wincing again as she fought off another wave of desperation. Again, there was no further she could strain to keep back the pent up ocean. Although her need decreased somewhat thanks to her stream from a few minutes ago, her need was still massive and only growing. Then, footsteps could be heard approaching from the stairwell as it turned the corner and approaching Ashlynn. It was Vice Principal Kirika Shida. "What are you doing out here instead of in class, especially when the whole school building is about to have a mandatory lock down drill?" Ashlynn couldn't believe what she just heard. "A lock down drill? Seriously? I can't wait that long I'm gonna wet myself." Vice Principal Shida sympathized with Ashlynn and knew how it felt. But she was the Vice Principal, not anyone's best friend. "Students can't be roaming the halls, especially when a lock down drill is about to occur. You have to go back to your class." But Ashlynn was becoming more agitated and upset. "I can't hold it please let me go. Oh I gotta go please let me go. Oh I know this is embarrassing but ... I-I ... I can't ... mmmmm". This V.P. held her stance. "Listen here young lady-" "Good morning! This is Principal Calhoun. We are now conducting our mandatory lock down drill. Please lock your doors and remain to one side of your class. We appreciate your patience and cooperation to maintain safety in our school. Thank you." "Please I have to go so badly please oh please I have to go. I have been holding it like crazy and denied the bathroom several times." she said in a strained voice. Still, as badly as she pleaded it was of now use. Vice Principal Shida had a job to do. "I can't let you use the bathroom at this time. You have to hold it! Now go to your class." Shida said in a commanding adult manner. With that, Ashlynn was left with little choice as she was being walked back to her class. She walked by the boy's bathroom, looking longingly and tempted as she did. The Vice Principal kept her eyes on this young student to make sure she didn't try to run away. Ashlynn wanted to run off but to where at this point. "Damn drill. I have to pee and now we have a lock down drill. Stupid school. What's wrong with everything today? Why does the universe hate me?" She thought. She wasn't like the rebellious, hot tempered, obnoxious biker girl Gretchen Grayson (another senior of 19 years old). She didn't take to authority, bullies, and elitists very well, and mouthed off a lot. She had enough spunk to stand up to bullies and trolls, and of course the snobs like the Tri-Royalty Brigade. However, her temper did get her into trouble with her teachers and the school principals. Ashlynn wasn't the type to risk constant detention or suspension. She couldn't afford to have that too. It was now 9:54 am. --‐-----------------back to Avana--------------------- It was 10:07 am, and work was going smoothly. Avana finished running the first round of drug product and collecting them from the dissolving units. Avana kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Man I have to pee." Avana said softly to herself. Those diuretic pills were still in effect, removing the excess bloating and fluid from her body. Avana was in the middle of collection when her supervisor came in. "Miss Avalon. How is the testing going?" He asked. "Everything is perfect boss." Avana replied. "You seem out of sorts. Are you feeling alright?" He asked. "I have to use the bathroom. Once I finish collecting the samples, I will make a quick trip boss." Avana replied. "No problem." Her supervisor walked away to check on the other workers. ------------------back to Ashlynn------‐--------‐--- It was 10:07 am and still the lock down drill was in effect. No one could speak nor get up and leave. The lights were kept off and the classroom doors locked. That was the nature of a lock down. It was meant to keep intruders away from the students and weed out any potential threats. And if the infiltrator wanted to get into the classroom, it wouldn't be possible. And the perpetrator wouldn't be able to see the whole classroom too. Lock downs weren't good for students feeling claustrophobic or have to use the bathroom. That last part applied to Ashlynn. She was brought back to her marine biology class. She staggered back to her class and on the verge of an accident. Every minute in the dark silence was torture for her as she stood in one corner on the same side of the classroom as the door. Ashlynn kept one leg wrapped around the other, bobbing up and down while leaning against the wall. She was bursting big time and only becoming worse still. Her wave of desperation still pulsating, and her exit dam throbbed from trying to hold back the impending flood. She could feel her bladder spasm as it expanded but there wasn't anything she could do hold it more. Her kidneys kept pumping more fluid into her system below. "How long is this dam drill going to be! I have to pee damn it!" Ashlynn said under her breath, followed by a curse word. "Shhhh!" Mr. Warner said. He was still offended by Ashlynn's behavior 19 minutes ago. "We need to talk after the lock down." Mr. Warner said. "Not him too. How many people are going to keep holding me up." She thought to herself. It was now 10:10 am and still it wasn't over. Ashlynn was becoming restless and fidgeting big time. Everyone could see her holding the hem of her skirt for dear life, wincing and whimpering "mmmmm .... mmmmm hhhhh mmmmmmm ...". At one point, her wave of desperation was so bad she squatted down to lesson her wave. She swayed her knees back and forth, scrunching her toes back in her shoes. Each scrunch was wet and sticky from her urine. Ashlynn couldn't move for the next two minutes. This was abnormal for a lock down drill to take twenty minutes. She felt the time was now. What was holding things up? This is ridiculous and unfair. She should be allowed to urinate before it's too late. No one should be made to wait so long. But all she could was to hold it until she could properly urinate into a toilet. One student from marine biology commented to her friend about Ashlynn. "This girl left and still didn't go? What the hell was she doing this whole time?". "I know. How stupid." The friend said. Ashlynn could feel herself sweating and exhausted. She breathed heavily and her heart pounded. Ashlynn wasn't sure how much longer she could continue like this. Her mind was at war between letting it all go and holding it in. Voice 1: You can't be serious about holding it this long. It's not healthy and it is torture. Isn't that a human rights violation? And so what if everyone sees you do it. Big deal. Gretchen Grayson gets away with crap all the time. Voice 2: You are a proper young lady with manners and self-control. You can't make a mess right now. Gretchen might not care but you should. Both sides had valid points and had some truth. "You've already spurted and sullied yourself. How much more time are you going to waste? Just go. No one is looking use the trash pail over there. It's lined with a bag. Who will notice if you do it behind those desks? And it's a drill. No intruder will see you." Voice 1 said. "The Vice Principal could, or someone else. The silence is deafening, and people will hear the patter against the trash bag lining the pail. Don't do it." Voice 2 said. At this point, Ashlynn hoped the lock down drill would finish so she could go. But then she remembered her teacher wanted to speak with her after it was over. If she had to hold it any longer then she was ready to risk detention. "Damn lock down drill. No one has entered the building illegally so what's the problem? I could've peed by now. Instead, I have to listen to my body screaming at me for holding it this long. Why must I suffer this way? What did I do?" Ashlynn thought. "This is Principal Calhoun. The drill is over. Please make your way to your next class. Thank you for your time and patience." By this point students gathered their books. Ashlynn staggered to her desk to get her notebook and backpack. She bobbed up and down while hastily putting her books away in her bag. One book wasn't going inside properly which only agitated her more. "Go inside stupid book. Come on go inside." It took a little wiggling to shove the book inside and zip up her bag. Just as she was at the doorway, Mr. Warner called out to her. This time he caught up with her. "Hold it young lady. We aren't done here." "Oh yeah I am!" "No you're not. You don't just leave class. It's rude and disrespectful. And it's a disruption of my class." Ashlynn was turning beet red now on top of her more pressing issue down below as another wave of desperation swept by. "I have to pee badly and you said I could go when your video starts but it didn't and I almost had an acci-oh oh gawd." Mr. Warner didn't want to hear it. "I don't care how badly you have to go. You don't leave in the middle of class. I want an apology!" Ashlynn didn't have time for this but couldn't leave. "I-I a-am sorry for l-leaving class without p-permission. I won’t d-do it ag-gain.". Mr. Warner was satisfied with the apology and let her go. Ashlynn left and made her way to the nearby bathroom. Again, the sign from earlier was still there. She made her way to the other girl’s bathroom near the middle stairwell. Upon being 3 feet away she saw three senior girls run inside. Ashlynn's heart sank knowing full well they might take all the stalls. Ashlynn hurried inside and to her horror, nothing was available. Again, she had to wait or use the urinal. Ashlynn paced around for a couple of seconds while holding herself. The pressure kept rising and her poor urethra couldn’t strain any further. This time, her first voice from earlier started putting the idea of using the urinal in her train of thought. Voice 1: Go ahead and urinate. Don’t worry about who sees. You have a right to be free from this. And besides, it is just another girl who enters. Voice 2: Don’t do this. There is no privacy and it’s high up. Even on your tippy toes, it’s still barely above your genital region. You might make a mess. Voice 1: Don’t worry about the mess. It’s nothing compared to the mess you’ll make if you keep holding it and eventually let it all out. Ashlynn bobbed up and down deciding what to do. Suddenly, she was overcome with another wave of desperation. She almost spurted. Ashlynn decided to try the urinal. She came close to it and lifted her skirt. She was about to release when the door flung open. She gasped and moved away from the urinal. The female student came to the urinal and did her business. It was Marino Middletown, the tallest most athletic senior (18 years old) in the school. She did her business like a guy, not caring about the dribbling down her thighs, put the gusset of her panties back in front of her unwiped area, and flushed. She washed her hands and left. Ashlynn couldn’t understand how she just does this and not care. Just then, she was reminded of her predicament and the time on her wrist-watch. She had to go for her next class, creative writing. It was the same side of the school as her math class. Her teacher was the gentle-spoken, caring, and free-spirited Ms. Jenkins. She encouraged students and never put them down. Plus, she allowed students to use the bathroom if they needed. Ashlynn loved her creative writing teacher and knew she would understand about her need to use the bathroom. But she had to get there. She chose to leave the bathroom for her next class (9:58 – 10:43 am). Just as she approached the door, it swung open for a student rushing in. She pushed past Ashlynn thrusting her against the wall. "Oh damn it I have to pee!" screamed the 18-year-old female student as she went for the urinal. Ashlynn held onto to dear life as she kept her legs double crossed, standing stiffly. When Ashlynn got pushed, she reached for the wall to prevent falling over. In the process of losing her balance from being pushed, she spurted twice, each one a half-second long. She instinctively closed the exit door shut to her urethra and double crossed her legs. Some of her urine still dribbled down her thighs and to her lower legs. Ashlynn was too afraid to move. She managed to contract her muscles to shut the exit dam and crossed her legs to help keep it shut. But her wave of desperation was made worse by the whole ordeal. Once she was sure she could move, she left the bathroom and carefully weaved her way through the traffic of the third-floor corridor. Ashlynn contemplated going into the boy's bathroom. Their queues are almost non-existent. But she knew of a girl who did that and got into serious trouble. And second, she didn’t want to explain to a boy why she was in the boy's bathroom. But because of an incident last month, girls weren't allowed in the boy's bathroom and vice versa. -----------------------1 month ago------------------------ It was lunch period and buzzing with activity. Students ate lunch, chit-chatted, did homework, and played a few games. One group played the dots game (the one with the dots and you take turns making lines connecting each dot to make boxes; whoever had the most boxes wins) while another played chess or tic tac toe. There was a line for the girl's and boy's rooms. The boys went in and out. The boys weren't known for wiping. They only pulled out their members and put it away when done. The queue for the girl's room was long and took long. It was filled with 18-year-old girls wanting an excuse to keep talking, powder their faces, or to use the toilet. Some of the female students were bursting. One of those students was 18-year-old Hortense Howard. She drank coffee and water that morning, underestimating the urgency that would later come to bite her on the butt. She had 2 coffees before classes, water from the fountain, and a water bottle after gym class. Now she drank a soda with her lunch. She was one of those foolish stubborn types who didn't want to miss classes or hanging out with friends until it got too dire. She was bursting big time and about to have an accident. She waited online for what seemed like forever, bobbing up and down, terrified of wetting herself. The line moved slowly due to three stalls taken up by three seniors. Of course, that being the Tri-Royalty Brigade. As usual they believed themselves to be the best of the best and deserved going in first. As for the females outside, life was a pain. They wished females had male body parts for quick and easy trips to the toilet. At one point, the line moved and she was at the door. Even the urinals were unavailable. Hortense banged on the door like a woman possessed or under the influence. "What the hell? Open up open up I've gotta pee! Come on I've gotta pee. Damn it open up!" She screamed. However, nothing happened and no one came out. It was as though they were sucked into another dimension never to return. Hortense looked back and forth, anxiously waiting for her turn. Hortense looked at the boy's bathroom and considered going inside. Mrs. Kay was right there disciplining some boys. "Oh gawd I have to pee. If only this monster would leave." Hortense said to herself. Hortense kept holding herself, that is until, she saw liquid traveling past her right foot. It traveled as a river shaking past her and zigzagging. She turned around to find a female senior urinating where she stood. Hortense freaked, out and began banging rapidly on the door. Hortense couldn't take it anymore. Her need exponentially rose to dangerous levels that needed relieving at once. Suddenly, she gasped and kept her thighs pressed together, wincing at what just happened. She stood there shaking with fear and shock. She just urinated a spurt into her thong. The pencil-thin gusset of her loose-fitted thong was soaked and the insides of her thighs had rivulets going down them. Hortense was in serious trouble and worse awaited her. She had to act fast. Without thinking she ran into the boy's bathroom, slipping past Mrs. Kay and the whole cafeteria. The line of girls behind her were shocked but they had their own problems. Furthermore, Mrs. Kay was already in a foul mood and no one wanted to say anything to her. She went inside to find the stalls were taken leaving only the urinal. Without choice, she started to unzip her skirt for using the urinal. She unzipped it 1/4 of the way down when it stopped. Hortense was frantic as it was and now more so because her zipper was stuck. It was caught on some strands of her skirt material. "Nononononononono!" She cried out. Hortense tugged and pulled at her skirt while bobbing up and down. For 30 seconds she pulled at it trying to open her skirt completely and go. "Stupid zipper. Why won't you open!". The already frantic Hortense mixed with anticipation for relief that teased her (being so close and yet so far), her stuck zipper plus the time running out before being seen was catching up to her. After 30 seconds of dealing with an uncooperative zipper and a big wave of desperation, her dam finally began to give way. The dam began buckling under the immense pressure allowing spurts of her urine to escape her tortured crotch area. These spurts further dampened her tiny thong and herself. It began to travel along the lines of her butt cheeks, down the inside of her legs as rivulets snaking to the front or down the back of her thighs. These spurts served to increase her frantic mind and tug at the zipper even more. Sadly, it wouldn't budge out from where it was no matter how much she pulled on it. She was just too excited to properly remove the zipper. Even yelling at her button wasn't working. The dam kept allowing spurts to pass, now lasting from split-seconds to 3-second spurts, and now a steady stream emerged from her crotch. She was officially urinating onto herself and the floor. "Nooooo!" She cried and hopped onto the urinal to finish urinating. Hortense didn't care the urinal was dirty or that her urine splattered off the netted cover onto herself (thighs, legs, and shoes) and the floor. Most of it went into the urinal which was all that mattered to Hortense. But her urine did fill up the urinal bowl a little too quickly and some spilled out and onto the floor. Sadly, some of her skirt was also made dirty from the splattering. For Hortense she was in heaven. Too her it felt as if a great weight was lifted from her soul. She was ready to crash right there from the sweet ecstasy of relieving herself. And boy did she moan loud enough on top of her urine make the pitter patter. She didn't care about the mess she made onto her underside or the floor. FYI: Hortense didn't even bother to remove her thong or tug it to one side. She didn't have the time to think straight. Her mind wandered into another universe of freedom that she forgot where she was and what she was doing. That isn't good when you want to go in and get out like a spy or ninja. Halfway through (and still unable to stop the flow), the door to the bathroom opened. Simultaneously, one of the stall doors opened too. Out came one of the senior boy students only to witness a sight so awkward and surprising. Hortense appeared half asleep as she appeared to be so happy with herself. But her ears and eyes picked up the horrid sight to behold. After a few seconds her mind returned to Earth and understood what she was saw. Her ecstasy was replaced with horror and embarrassment. She wasn't just mortified but also speechless. "U-u-uuuuuuuuu". Hortense couldn't speak one syllable. The senior boys had horrified looks on their faces and left. Hortense wasn't just scolded by Mrs. Kay, but also by the School Principal and Vice Principal. -----------------back to the present---------------- Ashlynn made her way across the corridor to the stairwell to go to the first floor. But she remembered the bend around the corner also applied to the second floor which should have a bathroom. Ashlynn chose to go to the bathroom and go to class later. But then she might considered late. And time was going by as the hallways were becoming less dense. She chose to go to the stairwell at the end of the hallway for class and then use the bathroom. Her body (and some part of her subconscious) was becoming fed up while her conscious self was saying to hold it. The mixed signals caused confusion, increasing the chances her dam to relax. After all she kept her legs pressed together too. Her bladder made grumbling noises from the frequent spasms due to its expansion. "I wish I was a member of the Tri-Royalty Brigade so that everyone would part like the red sea for me-oooh" Ashlynn said. Anoyher wave of desperation swept by as she walked. Ashlynn's body down there wasn’t just feeling on fire but also starting to numb. The fire is from her body using lactic acid fermentation, a process to create energy in the cells. It isn't very efficient as it doesn't create as many energy nucleotide molecules to power the cells. They produce the lactic acid which creates the burning feeling. She not only felt uncomfortable from that but from being unclean. She could feel the urine on her skin drying up as she walked. Each time she walked she felt sticky. One rivulet snaked it's way down her back of the left knee and passing over sensitive nerves. The feeling of dirty biological waste made her whole body shudder, relaxing the dam for split-second. This resulted in two 1-second spurts (half-seconds each), almost urinating a small stream again. Once more her beautiful were further wetted. Ashlynn had to get to a bathroom and fast. Not only did she need relief, but time to wipe her extremities. After all the spurting, it was only fair she cleans herself and shoes. "Why couldn't they make an elevator in this stupid building?" Ashlynn mumbled to herself. She approached the stairs, grabbed the railing, and began her journey down the 15 steps of the first half flight down. Her steps were quick and awkward, trying not to be rushed (bumped or shoved) nor have an accident. Sadly, a small dribble traveled past her front outer defenses to between her buttocks. One drop fell onto the floor. Ashlynn couldn't stop to wait with all those students behind her. And it didn't help that she shuddered again from another two rivulets down her legs, causing her to spurt twice more. She quickly regained control despite being more frantic and afraid of being seen. Luckily no one saw this but some wondered why she moved weird. She got down to half way, turned around the corner and continued down the stairs to the first floor. A few students kept calling out to hurry up. But Ashlynn kept her pace while holding it. Ashlynn had to travel down one more flight of steps to the first floor. Again, she went down 15 steps like before. She turned around the corner and went down the last 15 steps. Each step felt like she was going to start urinating. From behind, an impatient student yelled “Move it!” as he pushed past her. She slipped on one step, spurting for a second. She stopped to regain control for a second, then kept moving. Once at the ground level, she made a right and continued down the hallway to her next class. Before the next bathroom was her 4th period classroom. She had to report there first and submit her homework. She worked hard on it last weekend and it was due to today. Ashlynn was sure she would get an A+ on it. Right now, she had to submit it and go for the bathroom. Just as she was a few classrooms away she was cut off by the school principal along with Mrs. Kay. Ashlynn wasn't in the mood to hear it but she wasn't Shadow Kat (X-Men reference for the character that walks through almost anything). Another voice called next to Ashlynn on her right. He was tall and projected authority of the school. It was Principal Calhoun. "Miss Avalon we need to have a talk in my office. This is serious!" Principal Calhoun said. "But" "Now!" "Bu-" "Principal Calhoun gave you an order. It wasn't negotiable. Youngsters these days have no respect or control over themselves!" Mrs. Kay retorted. And so they went to his office. Poor Ashlynn was about to suffer a major catastrophe, and as usual today, the universe (it seemed) didn't care. It was 10:20 am and 4th period started. Ashlynn walked with a hunch, still holding it with all her might. Her focus and will power was on keeping her dam closed. Ms. Jenkins was already informed of this meeting and had no choice but to let it go. She wasn’t going to see Ashlynn for some time. Fourth period was supposed to be from 9:58 am to 10:43 am. There was only 22 minutes left. ------------------back in detention------------------ A student sat there reading a textbook on world history with a bored look on her face. She thought of ending it here and then as the boredom were torture. She was in trouble for public urination outside the school building during the lock down drill. It took a while to end because several staff went look for this student. Once found, she was ordered to pull up her clothes and come inside. There, she was scolded and disciplined for her behavior. It was none other than Gretchen Grayson. She hated authority and (what she felt were) stupid rules. She hated the rules and expectations society placed upon everyone, including herself. She didn't like being told she couldn't exercise her right for the bathroom during a drill. From the time she was a child, she hated being told she was a child or she doesn't understand the world. She hated the fact that adults could get away with demanding respect but children could be spoken to anyway the adults felt like. She wasn't good at academics and being a bookworm. She had street smarts instead. Her heroes were revolutionaries like Einstein, Jobs, and Gates. These were people who didn't need a college education to succeed. They didn't need society's stupid bull**** rules to get ahead. They knew how to make their own destiny happen. Her female heroes were Emilia Earhart, Becky Lynch (WWE wrestler), Kris Statlander (AEW wrestler), Susan B. Anthony, and Queen Elizabeth I. Emilia was the first woman to pilot an airplane and see the Earth from above. Susan B. Anthony made strides in equality for women. The other two were her favorite women wrestlers, despite the scripted industry of professional wrestling. They were tough no-nonsense no-hair pulling butch women who went out, fought and won. No catty female crap. All fists and no words. Just the way she loved to fight. Queen Elizabeth didn’t allow for male-oriented nonsense to push her around and ruled as a tough and powerful queen. Even now, as a 19-year-old (having to repeat the 12th grade), she still disobeyed the adults. Her own parents prefer to leave her at school for the day rather than put up with her. The school would rather send her elsewhere or just graduate her and let society deal with her. It's a shame, but no one wanted to deal with her attitude. Gretchen hates gender stereotypes and biases. She felt boys were always too macho or sappy, while women could get away with being physically appealing only to whine about men being perves. Plus, they like hunky men with muscles. She hates the concept of women being all gussied up instead of tough and strong. Her mom told her men hate women with pride but she didn't care. And being a proper lady was a drag due to all the stupid rules behind it. Guys who said a dumb comment or tried to see under skirt were dealt with. It was either a verbal comment or (if there guy came up to her and looked under skirt) a punch to the face. Worse was her knee up his junk. That happened once during sophomore year and she got in trouble. They other guy didn't want to see her again. From then on, she wore track pants. When a teacher or Mr. Calhoun commented, she made a snide remarks about it. "Why should I wear a skirt? My legs aren't anyone's business. Nothing to see here!". Feminists and chauvinists hated her guts. Even the Tri-Royalty Brigade despised her and called her an untouchable or unruly urchin trained by the jungle or Tarzan. It was a derogatory comment to describe her behavior as though she was raised by wolves and put down her dress code. Gretchen didn't show it but she hated being ostracized for being different. And she hated being called Tarzana. But she pretends not to care by giving an obnoxious remark. Gretchen read line per line about the history of the human race starting from the African-Asian continents, and the four main river valley civilizations. To Gretchen the past was nothing more than the past. They lived, they died, and life moved on. Her detention teacher, Mrs. Trenton watched her intently. After all, she was the one who found Gretchen performing public urination outside the school. Gretchen did this in retaliation for the constant disregard for the students by Mrs. Kay. She hated her the most, followed by (as she saw it) her pet stooge (Mr. Calhoun). She continued reading the chapter on the ancient civilizations of modern human history from the last 5,000 years. "So the ancient nomads settled down and formed around areas fertile and teeming with fauna. Big deal! And besides who wants to live where there is no food or water. It's no different now. Whooptidoo!" Gretchen thought. "Gretchen! I hope your learning something reading those pages." Mrs. Trenton snapped. She had a no-tolerance for public indecency and rebellious students, but certainly not as harsh as Mrs. Kay. Still, those two spoke almost the same language. Mrs. Trenton was strict, disciplined, and mature (Sort of like Professor McGonagall) She wasn't a misanthropic Snape or Umbrage. They could agree that students should be more mature and meet certain expectations for their age. But sometimes she felt Mrs. Kay was too easily upset by the students. Still, Mrs. Trenton did not enjoy having to deal with Gretchen. Luckily it wasn't Mrs. Kay who would have gone nuclear. Besides Ashlynn, Gretchen was on Mrs. Kay’s hated list. --------------back to Avana Avalon-----------‐--- It was now 10:25 am and Avana began cleaning the dissolving units. She felt easy again as she came back from the ladies' room. "Man that felt good." But she knew that she would have to go again later. She started wiping down the rotating blades hanging over the dissolving vessels filled with medium using a laboratory cloth and special purified water. Then, she began taking two vessels at a time to clean in the nearby sink. Avana loved her job but working for several hours straight without talking to someone (for the most part) was torture. No one could not chit chat and not work like this. But she took following the rules seriously and didn't want to incur trouble. God forbid an auditor showed up and saw talking, forget it they just have a stupid cow over it. She always felt it was bull****, but you know optics matter! Everything has to appear orderly and hard at work. Talking is a sign of not being focused on the work and possibly at risk of making mistakes. Avana was working nearby her coworker friend, Ingrid. She was the only friend Avana had from the drug company. They always talked during their break times, weekends, and vacations. They enjoyed a good laugh during first break. They usually talked about their day and the stuff going on in their lives. It was the only way to get through the day without feeling so isolated. ----------------the Principal's office--------------- It was now 10:27 am and the main office was quiet as ever. There was the occasional phone ring or the whispers among office workers. But deep within was the office was the school principal himself. It was very quiet as the aura was filled with anxiety and tension. Currently, Ashlynn sat in one of the cushioned chairs under the watchful eye of 'Darth Vader-ess,' Mrs. Kay. This teacher watched over the student like an owl staring at its prey with eyes that pierced through the space-time fabric. It was the type that cut into your soul and filled it with an eerie cold. Ashlynn sat there grabbing the hem of her skirt for dear life from fear of wetting herself again and Mrs. Kay. She suffered from an onslaught in precalculus and now she was going to suffer again. What was this girl to do? It seemed this day was her worst day ever. While walking to his office, she walked awkwardly as her need to urinate was dangerously critical. Mrs. Kay couldn't stand to see a senior hold herself like a child and snapped at her to keep herself at proper normal posture, hands by her sides and walk correctly. Ashlynn couldn't stay completely straight, nor walk normal. As for not holding herself, she slowly removed her hands from her crotch area. She walked stiffly and breathed hard all the way to Mr. Calhoun's office. Once there she was told to sit down. Ashlynn obliged for temporary relief. It wasn't to last. She had been sitting there for the past 7 minutes waiting for Mr. Calhoun to return. He was talking to another parent as this time. But now, he was back in his office. He started the conversation. "I have heard you are a tardy and disrespectful student. You have not been showing up on time. You don't pay attention. Your grades are terrible. And sometimes you nod off in her class." Mr. Calhoun paused, then said "Ashlynn you aren't good in math, and I know it is challenging. But there is no excuse for this. I don't understand what's happened to you but it has to ..... okay someone is talking to you and you're still fidgeting. It's rude and disrespectful. I see what this fine teacher is talking about." Mr. Calhoun had this concerned and very disappointed look on her face. Mrs. Kay chimed into the conversation. "This upstart brat has no concept of how to behave and probably learned this behavior from her unruly background. Stupidity and disrespect have infected every corner of society. It only worsens by the day. And now it has shown its ugly face. What is the matter with you child? Can't you sit still oh why do I ask? I'm speaking to a 4-year-old on a sugar high." Ashlynn, breathing hard and sweating, feeling every beat of her racing heart. "Mr. Calhoun you don't" she started but was cut off by her upset math teacher. "Oh he understood. And don't bother asking for the bathroom. Hold it brat!" Mr. Calhoun of course took her side. "You have to listen and stop fidgeting. And from now on you ..." he stopped as he was being called by one of his secretaries. "It's Mrs. Petrillo, Rusty's mother. She was scheduled for today at this time." " Oh yes I will meet with her when I finish with this student. Thank you Ms. Reynolds." Ashlynn had enough of Lady Vader here but what could she say to get her off her bursting rear-end. This barracuda just couldn't let by-gones be by-gones. Of course being tardy was bad but she was working. Sometimes late at night to pay for rent and her future. And this teacher targeting her was no way to handle this. Where did she come from? USSR or communist China? Geez. Mrs. Kay wished she could put this girl in military school and whip her into shape or throw her out of society. She always took the slightest disregard as a serious matter. "Principal Calhoun, we must finish our business in your office." It was now 10:29 am and only 13 more minutes before the end of 4th period. Ashlynn's next period class was American Government and Law. It was taught by Mr. Karbine, another passionate and serious teacher concerned with educating the youth. He felt the students should know the rights and laws of this great country, and how to defend themselves against those that would abuse or usurp the laws for their benefit. That included The Bill of Rights. Ashlynn didn't mind learning about her rights, especially now. Ashlynn did have the right to pursue happiness, which at this moment was relieving herself. Ashlynn spoke up. "Mr. Calhoun I need to go to the bathroom. It's urgent." Mrs. Kay wasn't having any of it. "You will sit down and listen. We say when you leave." Principal Calhoun continued his conversation. "You need to hear this first. You can wait. You're 18 years old not a small child. ......... You need to stop fidgeting. When someone is talking you give them your undivided attention and really listen to them. And you should know by now what is expected of a young adult. You used to be so pleasant. Now as a senior things are going down hill. Is being a senior difficult? Has something happened to make you this way? Please tell me so I can help." All Ashlynn could do was sit there and take this nonsense while she was about to have an accident. All she wanted was to empty her aching bladder before catastrophe. Speaking of undivided attention, her mind she heard everything it was being told from outside herself and from within. "Danger danger danger!" The neurological signals were being sent in waves of unending alarms that something was going to give if she didn't open the proverbial hatch. "Ashlynn please let me help." Mr. Calhoun said again. Ashlynn's answered by saying "You can help me by letting me use the bathroom. Second this teacher has had it out for me since day 1 of this spring semester when I showed up late for the first day of precalculus. I worked late and didn't go to bed until about 11:45 pm. I work too to help my mom pay the rent and other bills. Her two jobs isn't enough and the only place that hired me was a mall department store selling clothes and beauty products ... " Ashlynn had to regain her breath for a few seconds. "Even after that first day, I still have to work late almost every day and wake up tired for classes .... aahhssss .. oh gawd I have to pee! .... mmmmmmmm ... I do care about my education and I don't want to fail but it so hard. My mom is so busy that on some days she too tired to talk. She even works on the weekends. I can only do so much." Mr. Calhoun, well aware of the trouble of single parents, still had to be firm in his position. "Even so, this is unacceptable. Being sleepy is no excuse. You have to be ready for each day’s lesson plan. I will speak with your mom and have the school guidance counselor talk to you. As for going to the bathroom, well that is anytime. Why wait so long?" Ashlynn was hurt and offended by the question. As if she chose to put herself in this position. "I didn't wait too long. I have been denied this" Ashlynn got cut off by Mrs. Kay, now furious and angered. "Enough is enough!" Mrs. Kay thundered. Ashlynn flinched in her seat, spurting out of fear. The spurt was a 1-second jet. "I have heard enough of your lies and your excuses. You will not be allowed to disrespect me any longer. I am calling your mother or whoever is at your home for a serious discussion about you. Oh don't feign distress. We all know your faking a need to go to get out of this. I've seen your kind over the years. Never taking responsibility and making excuses to save your own butt. Things were tough in my day and didn't make room for this nonsense. And neither will I!" Ashlynn had enough being spoken down to. "You see how she speaks to me when things don't go her way. I am tired of being" but she was cut off again by her teacher. "How dare you try to make me the scapegoat. You need to be straightened out young lady. You're spending your lunch period with me for detention." Ashlynn, furious at her teacher, got up in anger only to sit back down. She accidentally let out a half second spurt. She was silenced for a few seconds which her teacher would capitalize upon. "Thats right. You stay seated and keep silent. I have had enough with your poor behavior. Mr. Calhoun she needs to learn a hard lesson. She must spend her time with me. And I don't care if she does have to use the lavatory." Ashlynn was being assaulted from all sides. From below, her pent-up ocean was still growing and paining her. Outside of her, she was being punished for a few instances of tardiness due to being tired from a hard day's work. What was she to do? And her school Principal was a dud. Useless. "I do agree with detention. But she should eat her lunch first." Mr. Calhoun said only be cut off. "We can't allow this to go unpunished." Mr. Calhoun replied "Mrs. Kay I have the utmost respect for you and understand your position. But I must do what is morally and procedurally correct. She should face detention, but not by starving her and without the means to correct this behavior. Ashlynn you will have detention for lunch period. I will make sure you have your lunch then go to Mrs. Kay. That's final." Ashlynn was not only shocked but even more stressed. She was tired, in pain, and desperate. She missed one class followed by nearly missing another. Now her only free period, whereby she can go to the bathroom peacefully, is also taken away. What is a girl like her to do? "Mr. Calhoun" "Ashlynn this is the best decision I can make." Mr. Calhoun said. Ashlynn barely got in her side and when she did, nothing changed. This mean teacher got her way and at her own expense. Ashlynn pleaded for some other kind of arrangement but Mr. Calhoun was setting his decision which benefitted her mean math teacher. Plot continued: Ashlynn had no choice but to endure more h*** with Mrs. Kay during her lunch break. Mr. Calhoun also mentioned her rude behavior towards Mr. Warner and her punishment was detention during her lunch period tomorrow. Ashlynn was dismissed from his office and left. She hobbled out and into the main office still in need of the bathroom. Just then, she heard the school nurse knock on the bathroom door in her office. "Excuse me Drew (another 18 year old senior vomiting), how are you doing?". Ashlynn remembered there was a bathroom nearby and chose to go there. Ashlynn approached Nurse Talia for the bathroom. "Excuse me. Nurse Talia, may I use your bathroom?" The nurse responded with regret. "No I'm sorry. A sick student is using it. You'll have to go elsewhere. The student is going to be awhile." "But I really have to pee like crazy and I am about have an accident." "Well I'm sorry but I have a very sick patient in here. You'll have to find another bathroom." Ashlynn was left with little choice but to make the trek to find another available bathroom. It was 10:35 am and still only 8 minutes left of 4th period. Ashlynn had to find a bathroom for her wave of desperation jumped to severely unbearable. She was wincing and grimacing, taking small strides as she staggered out of the office. She couldn't contract her dam any further. The pressure was too great to strain her urethra further. She was on the verge of having an accident. Her exit dam quivered as it throbbed. Her breathing was deep and her heart pounded. "Dear gawd why are all the bathrooms taken in this gosh forsaken school?" Ashlynn groaned in a strained voice to herself. She couldn't go to the cafeteria nor the gymnasium bathrooms because of school policy. Lunch period starts from 11:35 am and ends at 1:59 pm. Since lunch periods didn't start there wouldn't be lunch monitors. And that meant students weren't allowed to be in the cafeteria. Ashlynn's lunch period was at 1:14 pm. The gymnasium bathrooms were off limits for the same reason. Three years ago, a female senior (18 years old) joined her gym class for the that day's lesson about shock put. The student didn't want to miss the lesson but she was bursting big time and tried to hide her dilemma. Eventually, the student asked to use the bathroom in the middle of performing the shock put exercise. The gym teacher gave received permission for the student to use the bathroom and come back. Once inside the school building, she made her way across the gymnasium and towards the entrance to the girl's locker room. She opened the door and proceeded to make her way down the stairs to the locker area (which also had the showers and the bathroom). A few steps down she missed a step, tripped, and fell down the stairs. This student twisted her ankle and broke her left knee cap. And of course, she emptied her bladder right where she was. For the rest of the class period she lay there crying and in pain. She even called for help but no one came. Only once the gym teacher Ms. Conti and her class came back from class and went into the girl’s locker room did they see this student. It was then they learned what happened. From then on, it was policy that once the class began no one could go until class was over. Only before or afterwards were students allowed into the gymnasium locker rooms. It even applied to boys. So that reduced the available bathrooms too. Luckily she had the corridor bathrooms ..... or so she thought. Although there weren't bathrooms near the middle stairwell on the first floor (unlike the second floor), there were bathrooms near the stairwells at either side of the building (like the second floor). -----------------back to Avana----------------- Back at the drug company, the lab was going on 2 hours of work. So far, things were going as planned without a problem. "Psst. Psst. Avana. How's it going?" Ingrid asked. Avana put up the OK symbol and continued working. She and Ingrid didn't speak much unless it was break time. They didn't want to get into trouble with their superiors for seemingly having a conversation during shift hours. Avana did start to feel the need to go again thanks to those pills she took. It was mild but nothing she couldn't handle yet. She had a tough bladder, especially from pregnancy. Avana was almost done filling her fourth dissolving machine with dissolving buffer when her cell phone rang. She couldn't just answer it but knew it might be important. She took off her gloves and went to one corner. She picked up the phone and asked who this was. "This is Principal Calhoun from your daughter's school. Do you have a minute to talk?" said the person on the other line. Avana replied "Right now I can't talk during my work shift. Perhaps I can do so during my lunch break or after work." Mr. Calhoun said it was fine if they could speak after her work shift as this was important. Avana agreed to speak with the school principal after work shift time to speak and hung up the phone. "I hope everything is fine with Ashlynn. Hopefully it isn't more trouble with her first period teacher." Avana thought to herself. She went to pick up new gloves and continued her work. -----------------back to school----------------- "Are you serious? Come one I have to pee damn it!" Let me in!" "I can't. I am sorry." "You're sorry? Screw you!" Ashlynn said as she left in a desperate huff. The bathroom nearest Ms. Jenkins’ class was off limits due to a flood created by blocked piping. Someone dumped drugs into the toilets and flushed them trying to dispose of the evidence. Because of this, the toilets were backed up and needed quartering off until further notice. Ashlynn was dying for the bathroom since morning and it wasn’t helping that she kept facing denial after denial. “Those damn the stupid fools putting drugs in the toilets. Now I have to wait again." Back in creative writing classroom 106, Ms. Jenkins graded the creative writing assignments while the rest of her class used the time to finish other homework. Ms. Jenkins felt the class deserved it and she was generally a nice teacher. It was now 10:40 am and only three minutes left of the period. She was concerned about Ashlynn, her favorite student. She loved the way Ashlynn let her mind wander to all sorts of places and express it on paper. It reminded her of herself. She wished she could have seen what new piece of work Ashlynn wrote this time. “I hope she isn’t in any trouble. I wonder how long they’re going to keep her?” Ms. Jenkins thought. Just then, Ashlynn staggered back into her class. Ms. Jenkins looked up to see who it was and became filled with joy. She got up out of her seat but stopped. She raised one eyebrow up as she saw her number one student bobbing up and down. She had this perplexed look as to why she was behaving funny. Ashlynn removed her book bag, opened it up, and tried fishing for her notebook. It was a 5-star spiral notebook with those yellow folder dividers every so many pages. In one of those pages was her assignment. Ashlynn lifted and wrapped her left leg around the right leg while bobbing up and down, and blushing. She appeared this way in front of everyone but couldn't help it. She was still bursting, and it only continued to worsen. She could barely stand up straight and her need was so important she couldn't help but fumble trying to take out her book. "Damn it come on. Stupid notebook.". Just then, Ms. Jenkins asked Ashlynn her question. "Ashlynn? ... are you alright? Why are you" but she was cut short by Ashlynn. "It's nothing. I ... I just ... oh gawd I have to .. have to .. have to (eyes widened for a brief split second) .... my assignment!". Again she spurted further dampening her thighs. Several rivulets made their way down her already dirty thighs to her knees. Also, some of her urine splattered onto her right foot and shoe. Ms. Jenkins replied, "Ashlynn it's not like you to ... pee dance." Ashlynn followed up with this. "Pee dance who's pee dancing?" Ashlynn said trying to deflect from answering truthfully. She didn't feel right saying what was on her mind. After all she did sound like a stupid 5-year-old in front of her school principal. Ms. Jenkins wasn't buying this act and asked again. "Ashlynn what's going on? Why don't you use the bathroom before coming here?" Ashlynn didn't want to explain but she did finally pull out her notebook. "Here we .... (breathing hard) go. My assignment." She fumbled amongst the pages eventually getting fed up and accidentally ripping a portion of an empty page. Ashlynn became more frustrated and added to her dilemma down below. Ashlynn was already flustered, embarrassed, and under so much stress. She didn't need more things not going her way. "Come on come on here we go." She pulled out her assignment and gave it to her teacher. Ms. Jenkins took the assignment, giving a cursory glance and walked back to her desk. Ms. Jenkins still wanted to know what was going on with Ashlynn. Why did she wait so long? Why did she drink too much water or coffee? Questions that permeated her mind. Questions she didn't have answers to. It was 10:42 am and still just enough time to grade one more paper. Ashlynn leaned against another desk on her left while keeping the left leg raised and wrapped tightly around her right leg. "Ms. Jenkins I have a question about my free writing work." a senior student asked. Ms. Jenkins replied "Oliver it is almost end of class time.”. The student replied. " But it's important." "Oliver see me after school today. Thank you." "Ring". Class time came to an end, thus allowing students to attend their next period class. But Ms. Jenkins wanted to speak with Ashlynn about her assignment. "Jenny, I need to see you for a moment." Vice Principal Shida said. Ms. Jenkins was left without choice but to let Ashlynn go. Her next class was American Government. It would last from 10:47 am to 11:32 am and taught by Mr. Karbine. Mr. Karbine took seriously the role of government, politics, and the rights of citizens in society, and how civilians can make a difference or do nothing. Currently his lectures focused on the power of political parties and the power they wield. If civilians did nothing or became swayed, then democracy is lost. For now, Ashlynn only cared about her right to empty her bladder at once. The pain and pressure were at an all-time high and still increasing. She spurted several times and needed to find relief asap. Luckily her next class was on the first floor like her creative writing class. But she had to walk to the other side of the campus building. Ashlynn wasn’t about to keep holding back the ocean of golden doom. If she could find a bathroom right away, then she could quickly empty her bladder and go about the rest of her day. Even half full was perfect. She could focus on her schoolwork. ---in the hallways on the 2nd floor--- There was a line for the middle stairwell girl’s bathroom. It was a long line along with the end of the hallway and around the corner bathrooms are also facing the same issue. As usual the senior boys went in and came out, while the girls suffered. And as usual, the Tri-Royalty Brigade occupied the stalls for the middle stairwell bathroom again! Many female seniors were waiting for the bathroom. Some bobbed up and down. Others held themselves. One senior girl was on the verge of wetting herself in front of her peers and those of lesser grades in this high school. This girl was Qaura Qwin. She was bursting so badly and chose to forget about waiting in line. To the ire of those online, she bursted into the bathroom. She went to the only available urinal, unzipped her skirt, and dropped it to the ground. (Yuck!). She squatted and did her business. She not only found relief for her bladder but for her bowels in that one urinal. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" She moaned as relief hit her. The Tri-Royalty Brigade were caught off guard by the cacaphonous sound of Qaura's business. "What in the world?" "Who is doing that?" "Oh oh gawd that odor is horrible." They finished their business and came out to a crude and uncouth sight. They saw what Qaura did and the amount of paper towel from the dispense to wipe herself. "What the hell do you think you're doing? That isn't a stall you idiot!" Priscilla said. "You filthy tramp! Have you no shame?" Ursula followed up. "Why should I feel ashamed. You three ****** always take up the bathrooms while the rest of us are left waiting or dirty themselves from waiting too long. You three should be ashamed." Qaura said. Camilla responded. "If we go first it's because us sophisticated folks have manners. We don't want to go after some uncouth urchin like you messes up the bathroom toilets and sink. Then we have to use handkerchiefs or a cloth to touch the flush handle and the sink knobs. It's because of uncouth people like you that make public bathrooms a travesty. So inconsiderate. We are the Tri-Royalty Brigade! It's thanks to us elitists society floats so show a little respect and some sacrifice." Just then, the bathroom door flew open and a swath of girls pushing past each other raced for the stalls. The Tri-Royalty Brigade and Qaura couldn't believe what they saw. It was like a small stampede. --------------10:45 am in the hallways--------------- Ashlynn just made it around the corner towards the gymnasium all while trying not to have an accident. Ashlynn's situation didn't lessen with time and only worsened. She had to stop several times due to a wave of desperation and some spurting. Each time the heel of her shoes touches the ground it made her exit dam quiver, and relax a little. A few times she dribbled too. As usual, the corridors were filled with students going to class or leaving class. Some went to their lockers or left it. It was the usual minefield/mummy trap. Ashlynn thought of just letting it go but that would be messy and put her in more trouble. Just then, she saw a trash pain in one of the classrooms. It was an empty classroom with the light turned off. She was considering going inside this classroom to empty her bladder with the door closed. Voice 1: No one would think twice. People will think the classroom is off limits. Voice 2: You don’t know that. Someone could come inside for detention purposes. Don’t do it. She was fighting a severe wave of desperation with all her leftover strength and will power. Her tired body didn’t want to continue draining itself of energy it needed for the day. After all, she didn’t have much in the tank Plus, it would be an hour before she could try for another bathroom. And her lunch period was at 1:14 pm. She stood there clutching her crotch over her skirt and keeping her legs pressed together. She winced, moaning "hmmmmmmmmmmmm" as she tried to keep it shut. Her dam quivered and throbbed, shuddering as it couldn't keep back the gargantuan ocean trying to escape. She figured that a little privacy was good, even if it was a moment. Her bladder, urethra, and the rest of her said to let it go. It had been since 6:45 am that she had been holding it. Why not end this suffering. But as badly as she wanted to she couldn't bring herself to do it. She wasn't like Gretchen. And she wasn't Hortense Howard. It was now 50 seconds before class started. Ashlynn made her way to class when she stopped. She saw the girl’s bathroom and made a quick run towards it. “At last, relief for all my troubles. No more holding it.” Ashlynn thought. She went inside the bathroom and saw only one stall was taken. The other stall door was open. Ashlynn quickly hobbled over to it and saw a perfectly clean toilet. The floors weren’t wet either. She was overcome with joy, which was replaced with defeat. Above the toilet was a sign stating it was out of order. She looked into the toilet bowl to see it didn’t have water to fill the inside. Furthermore, there was no toilet paper in the dispenser. The thought of possible relief and now defeat caused her to spurt again. She spurted a few times, most of which fell onto her beautiful thighs. She pulled herself together and focused. She swayed her knees side to side, wincing, trying to hold back her growing ocean. Her bladder made a loud burp noise as it spasmed. Her poor insides needed relief and now. Ashlynn shrieked in frustration. “What does a girl like me have to do around here? What the hell does that stooge who calls himself a custodian do in this school-aaaa-aaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaa ..”. Ashlynn bent forward in pain as her bladder spasmed. Voice 1: If you keep allowing this to expand, you will end up like the fabled Tyco Brahe who died because his bladder ruptured. Forget wiping and just piss you fool! Voice 2: This isn’t sanitary. Voice 1: Pissing inside yourself or all over yourself isn’t sanitary. Really? Ashlynn didn’t have time for this nonsense and chose to use the toilet regardless. However, when she lowered the seat she saw how disgusting it was and why it was kept raised. Not only that but she couldn’t hover over the bowl. Yet again, she had to wait. The urinal was positioned so that anyone opening the door would see her doing her business. She couldn’t do this and left for her next class. She hated herself for this but it wasn’t sanitary nor private. Ashlynn quickly staggered into class just in time for the lesson. "Ah Ashlynn you've made it on time. Nice! So today's lesson is a continuation of political parties. I said they serve as a check to ensure no one party gets too much power and serve as a representation of a specific group in society. But they can also serve to divide the country. There are different ways in which political parties garner support for their side in an election and either gain power or stay in power." Mr. Karbine said. This teacher was the type of teacher that valued understanding over regurgitation of information. As of this moment, Ashlynn couldn't care less about the wars between Democrats and Republicans. What she cared about was staying dry and urinating into a toilet. Ashlynn found a seat in the middle of the middle row. She was surrounded by everyone and no privacy to wince and hold herself. "Even the use of political media is a powerful tool for political parties. We have two main types of media. There is conservative and liberal. Both types use their power of voice, knowledge, tone and visuals to sway their constituents to their way of thinking." Mr. Karbine continued. Ashlynn held herself and rocked back and forth. A few rows away, Hortense was swaying her knees right and left, keeping her hands on the front of her skirt. Hortense was desperate to use the bathroom, sort of like Ashlynn but not as bad. This morning, Hortense drank two large coffees and a large water bottle after gym class. Since then, she has been putting off her need to urinate. It didn't help that the drills from this morning upended things, and she wasn't the type to go during class time. And as usual, she was denied by other girls already at the bathroom or the Tri-Royalty Brigade. Hortense didn't want a repeat of last year in the cafeteria. In another part of the classroom, Camilla was writing down her notes, thinking to herself about being a politician one day, changing this country into a nation of elites and sophistication. She was a Trumpian and supported the rights of the elite. She wasn't for liberals, but for people like Donald Trump, Elon Musk, and others who were giants in society. These made things happen while liberals whined about the less fortunate. She also had to go but could hold it due to her anatomical gift of having a bigger bladder. Her father used to make her hold it until it expanded enough that she wouldn't be hampered from a quickly filled bladder. This period lasted from 10:47 to 11:32 am (in case anyone forgot and now it was 10:47 am). --------------fast-forward 21 minutes------------------- It was now 11:08 am and time was ticking slowly as ever. Ashlynn couldn’t focus as she moved forward and backwards in her seat. For the past 21 minutes Ashlynn was plagued by a massive of wave of desperation. She shuffled her feet around trying to relieve the tension and help her hold it. Ashlynn regretted her decision to not use the trash pail. The pressure did subside a little from spurting in the bathroom. But as usual it was replaced with more fluid. Her anxiety rose as her need rose. "Mmmhh ... mmmmh .." she moaned. Every time she made her wave disappear it came back stronger signaling her ocean was ready to come out. Too much was in her exit corridor, and it had to be released asap. She couldn't focus on the class to take notes and currently the class was 5 minutes away from a quiz. That meant being on top of her game for earning an excellent grade. For the last few nights, she barely studied nor did the homework questions. Unlike other teachers Karbine didn't grade you for doing homework questions. He graded the tests and projects to show the knowledge and understanding of the material. Ashlynn did some reading, but it wasn't much with all the homework from her other courses. Ashlynn was sorely disadvantaged from her job and now trying to hold back a flood. She wasn't ready for this at all. She couldn't do it. How was she to do a quiz? And there was no way she could take a quick trip to urinate. Hortense was also feeling it. She swayed her knees back and forth, holding her crotch part of her skirt. Hortense was severely desperate but not massively bursting like Ashlynn. Still, she displayed a nervous tick that she had to go. In this case, her tick was twirling her pen rapidly. Camilla remained calm as ever. Nothing could stop her from learning about the rights and laws in this great country and how not to abuse it. That was unless it was to serve herself. "I hope this exam isn't very long or complicated." She thought to herself. ---------downstairs in the main office-------- "What are you going to do about this Melanie? Say something you stupid girl!" Jade retorted. Melanie, seriously desperate to urinate, shook with fear as she was approached by Jade the Blackbelt Dragon (another 18-year-old), master of Judo, Karate, and Tai Chi. She was a man in a woman’s body and the second most athletic senior in the school. She was more of a body builder lifting weights and wrestling. She was the enforcer for the Tri-Royalty Brigade. Melanie weakly responded. "I-I-I ... I will d-do everything p-possible to get the bathrooms cleaned. As for Qaura she n-n-needs to face disciplinary action by Mr. Calhoun." "We aren't here for him. We are asking you! Damn it girl what were you elected for? You weren't chosen to be dud. You work for us Melanie Studabaker!”. Melanie (another 18-year-old senior) was a kind and docile person who always shied away from conflict and violence. Unlike her friend Octavia, she spoke softly and quietly. She wasn't good at standing up for herself as well as Octavia nor was she outspoken like Gretchen. Plus, Melanie was too textbook at times whereas Octavia was more self-independent a thinker and didn't need someone to tell her what to do. Melanie was a nerd and a smart one too. She always tried to resolve things peacefully and according to a set logical procedure, which didn't always work since people behaved a way outside of logic. But for now, her ability to speak up was seriously dampened. She wasn't just afraid of this buffed up senior but also of her position. When it came to certain people Melanie became a mouse instead of her usual calm and nice self. "Whatever you are doing isn't enough! Get those bathrooms cleaned up sooner, punish this 12th grader sh** (Qaura), and start getting the ball rolling on the other changes my friends requested! Enough stalling or we will take command of this school." Jade replied. "B-but" "NO BUTS!" Jade yelled back as she clenched her hand holding Melanie's shirt into a fist. Melanie gulped. She was afraid of Jade and has seen what she can do. The whole school practically knew of her and her legendary strength amongst boys and girls. Melanie replied "p-please don't h-hurt me. I-I am doing what Camilla asked but I must maintain a certain image. And there are procedures." Jade and the other two members of the Tri-Royalty Brigade were becoming fed up. Jade slammed her fist against the wall next to Melanie. Melanie now began shaking with fear. "If you don't get results within the next hour, we are going to have a real problem. And your image will be the least of your worries. .......... And dare I say you look like you're about to pee your pants. Do you have to pee?" Jade asked. Melanie timidly responded "Y-yes." Jade followed up with a sucker punch that was sent directly to her face. Melanie shrieked as she shut her eyes. Her body was in a state of fight or flight and cared about survival. It didn’t care about her need to urinate and straight up relaxed itself. Five seconds later a pitter-patter, followed by the sight of a small but constant stream striking the ground, forming a puddle that only grew bigger in diameter, even around her shoes. She sank down while leaning against the wall. Melanie opened her eyes only to realize she was urinating in front of the Tri-Royalty Brigade. Jade had this evil grin to her. She wanted her target to feel fear and prepared to get a fist full of her power. Instead, she was aiming for the wall next to her face. She wasn’t really going to hit her yet. It was a message to Melanie if she fails again. And she enjoyed watching her class president wet herself. Streams of her urine escaped the sides of her underwear and down her legs. Melanie understood it was a trick and she felt so disgusted and mortified. "Jade that wasn't necessary. We didn't need to be in front of another one doing her business in the open." Jade turned around and with this dirty look addressed Priscilla in a most condescending and superior tone. "Do you want results or do you want to be a p****?" Priscilla was immediately silenced. Jade always went a little too far, even for Camilla. But Jade tolerated Camilla saying this as opposed to her two henchwomen. "I get results (smashing her fist against the palm of her other hand)! You two are just here as witnesses basking in my authority. I am the big guns. Don't forget that!" Jade replied. "Oh look you're a dirty girl wetting yourself in front of your student body and your once beautiful office. ". Melanie replied "Jade you did this. It's your fault.". "Who is going to know Melanie? It's not like you have security footage and Mr. Calhoun is too busy to care. Besides, what Camilla says goes. You know that president mousy!" Now get up and get cracking!" ------------------back to Ashlynn------------------- It was now 11:23 am and the quiz still went on. The questions ranged from multiple choice to short answer response. These questions asked for vocabulary definitions to fill-in the blank, to critical thinking multiple choice questions. The short answer responses required a simple one-sentence response. The whole class sat quietly answering the questions on the quiz. It was almost silence thanks to a few students making noise from a nervous tick from needing the bathroom. They were Ashlynn and Hortense. Ashlynn shook her double-crossed legs like crazy while keeping her left hand wedged in between her legs as extra help to hold it. But again, it was now use. Hortense swiveled her pen while scrunching her toes in her shoes. What could they do? The cafeteria bathrooms were still off limits and there was nowhere to go. The second-floor bathrooms were a royal pain to walk up to in this state. Ashlynn answered a 4 of the 10 multiple choice questions and 1 of 3 short answer responses. Ashlynn was so stiff she couldn't write or focus. She squirmed in her seat fighting back the same wave of desperation. She willed herself to hold it despite the pain and yet she was tired of holding it in. These mixed signals made her spurt a little, followed by another, and another, and another. They were half-second spurts followed up by a 1 second urine stream. The back side of her skirt had a wet patch now the size of a tennis ball. Worse off, some of her urine went through the back of her skirt and dampened her seat And still her urine was still growing. It didn't help she drank so much coffee and soda last night plus the coffee this morning. But even so this shouldn't make her urge so unnaturally distressing. Ashlynn could feel her exit dam quiver, allowing some dribbling down the middle again. It didn’t help the windows were open and allowing a breeze into the classroom. At 11:09 am one student received permission to open the window a little. But the cold draft was felt by everyone. It was 60°F but wind chill made it fell as though it was 50°F. The cold air touched everything with its apathetic hands. From the walls to the desk to the students in it, everything was made cold as the molecules moved at a slower rate from loss of kinetic energy. Some students began rubbing their upper arms and thighs. Some shifted in their seats while others put on a sweater. Ashlynn and Hortense could feel the draft blow by, threatening to cause a shiver and a spurt, or full-blown urination. At 11:20 am, a serious draft blew by, pushing papers over desks and depositing a chill to all the students. The chilly air At one point she shuddered from the cold breeze blowing by. Ashlynn spurted a 1-second jet, further dampening her nether region, her skirt, and her seat. She dribbled some more too. Her poor exit dam screamed for an end to its torture. It flooded her brain with signals pleading for this nightmare to end. Ashlynn shed a tear listening to herself cry for relief. Hortense was shaking from holding back double waves of desperation. She was bursting now from her need to urinate and bleed. It was that time of the month and it came fast. She felt stinging pain from all over and the pressure just kept building. She couldn't focus nor even hold her pen. It was now 11:25 am and both girls were bursting. Hortense was on the verge of unleashing an orange disgusting mess where she sat. Ashlynn was on the verge of unleashing a golden downpour. Camilla still didn't budge period. She was right as rain. ------------------back downstairs------------------- Melanie watched as her office floor was being mopped. Luckily, she was able to somewhat clean up in Nurse Talia's office, but she needed to shower. Melanie was so hurt and mortified, her mood changed to irritable and unfriendly. She lectured her staff about their performance and spoke rudely to them. "What is the point of the clean up crew? Don't you see the bathrooms need to be cleaned? We don't have all day and there is no room for laziness. You all have cleaned the bathrooms before. It should be a simple task. Can’t you perform your job as required?" Normally, she would never speak this way but she was so hurt and scared. Melanie was displacing her pain upon her staff. It was now 11:22 am and her subordinates didn't like her right now. One of them also had to pee badly. But she couldn't go either and danced while working. She was moaning from being on the verge of an accident. "Oooooooooo ... uuuuuuuu." Francesca Pierre (18 years old) needed to urinate badly. The nearby bathroom in the nurse's office was off limits and not available to use until she finished mopping her class president's office. "Boss I have to pee and I can't hold it for another .... ooooooo man!" Framcesca Pierre stood there, urinating. Melanie wasn't happy and told her to plug up the works. Then, she had to finish mopping up. Melanie did eventually feel sorry for her but for now, she was the horrible boss. (Get it! Horrible Bosses! It is a movie franchise!) ----------back to Ashlynn & Hortense--------- It was now 11:29 am and still the quiz time kept going. Ashlynn and Hortense squirmed in their seats, wincing in pain and unable to hold their pen or pencil. Ashlynn spurted once more 2 minutes before, bringing more anxiety than necessary. She shuffled her feet around and kept her hands between her crotch area. Ashlynn couldn't wait for the clock to strike 11:32 am and get out of here. She didn't answer more than a few more questions. It was now 6 multiple choice questions but still only 1 short answer question. The other 5 questions asked for things Ashlynn didn't know nor was she able to think critically. There was one term she didn't remember. 8. When political parties alter the shape and size of districts to suit their own political gain and stay in power, and thus affecting the constituent size for the other party to reduce their chances of winning more votes, what do we say happened here? Ashlynn knew what was being asked but she couldn't remember the term. Hortense was stuck on another question. 10. What are 5 methods a political party can do to gain voter advantage over their opponents to remain the incumbent party in power? Hortense could only think of 3 methods. She wrote gerrymandering, political media, and political advertisements. She blanked out on the last two methods learned in class because her mind kept bringing her back to her need to urinate. Thanks to the cold, she already spurted 1 minute ago. She shuddered due to the cold and accidentally let out a small half-second stream of her two pent up oceans. It showed up as an orange-colored stain on her lace thong. Another spurt and game over. Hortense had to focus on staying dry. And she had only two questions left to answer. Ashlynn had enough and circled an answer for the last 4 multiple choice questions. As for the short answer question, she wrote down a quick one-sentence response about how political parties maintain democracy and keep the other power in check. Her answer involved vetoing and impeachment but no further elaboration of her answer. She carefully got up and staggered over to Mr. Karbine's desk. Just before she could give in her quiz, Hortense rushed to Mr. Karbine’s desk and submitted her test. From there, she ran out the door. Ashlynn gave in her test soon after. Two seconds later the bell rang. The rest of the class put away their things and got up to submit their quizzes. Ashlynn stood to one side with her left leg wrapped around the other. Once she was confident the coast was clear, she went back to her desk. Ashlynn grabbed her bag and left the classroom quickly. For Hortense, the next period was her lunch period, and she knew how long the lines get. She ran to the cafeteria as fast as possible to get a spot on the bathroom lines. --------------meanwhile downstairs-------------- It was a hustle and bustle downstairs as students continued to open and close their lockers, go to their class, and line up for the only available bathrooms. Especially the cafeteria, packed with various seniors needing food and relief, or an excuse to waste time. The boys lined up for the usual fast turnout. The female seniors were waiting desperately for their chance to go, especially those bobbing up and down. Many senior girls showed up only to be met with the horror of a huge queue. That included Hortense. Just as she finally made it, the line was already past so many rows of bench tables. It went down to the first row of bench table closest to the door. "F***!" Hortense said under her breath. "How did the lines get so long this quickly?". The other hallway bathrooms on the first floor weren't ready yet. The clean-up crew closed some of the corridor bathrooms to clean it up. Those meant students accumulating on the cafeteria bathroom lines. Hortense stood their crossing one leg over another, keeping her hands in her crotch area. The female bathroom line was moving very slowly due to timewasters, Priscilla, and one dainty senior girl. This girl was a germophobe wiping down the toilet seat and the flush handle with a disinfectant wipe numerous times. Priscilla sat in another stall doing her number 2. While doing so, she read a text message made on her Twitter account. It involved frivolous nonsense about celebrities and pictures (selfies) made by dumb girls. The other stall and urinal were in use by seniors having to use the bathroom. A few of them took time at the sink to powder themselves and put on make-up. Many of the senior girls wished they were guys that didn't have beauty needs and an external tube between their legs. Hortense was becoming antsy while online, leaning to one side to see how the line was moving. "Come on move it. I have to pee." Hortense yelled. One senior girl told her to be quiet. Another stuck out her middle finger. Mrs. Kay and two others stood guard as they ensured none of the girl's or boys used the other genders bathroom. One girl (12th grader, 18 years) was shewed away from the boy's bathroom queue. "But I can't go on this line." this girl said. But the monitor told her to get back on the girl's line. She was on the verge of an accident and one that would pierce her cute pink, Pikachu underwear. What the monitor didn't want to hear was that this student was a transgender female with a penis. In other words, she had a tube between her legs, like males do. Since there weren't transgender bathrooms yet where else could she go but the boy's bathroom. The transgender student (I am naming her Ginger Greenfield) was new to the school and could only afford to come here to finish her high school education. Her last school had bullies against people like this one girl. Plus, she was assured by Mr. Calhoun no one would impede or bully her. But perhaps this lunch monitor didn't get the memo or didn't care. Ginger did the only thing she could. She was too far away from the gym bathroom and about to burst. She ran like a possessed person into the girl's bathroom, went to the urinal and did her business. There was no stopping the jet stream of gold as it struck the netted cover over the drain inside the urinal. A female senior of 18 years old that was next to enter, angrily entered the bathroom and told Ginger to move it. "I can't I can't stop it." the Ginger said. But the senior didn't like the answer and pushed her over, causing a near spill and splattered onto Ginger's upper thighs and some of the hem of her skirt, and her hands aiming her stream. The other senior girl stood next to Ginger and pulled aside the gusset of her underwear, lifted her leg, and began urinating. For the girls outside it was sheer torture. Hortense was becoming unhinged as her need reached critical. Hortense began biting her fingernails, double wrapping her leg around her right one, grunting and groaning. She kept thinking about last year and what might happen this time. "Stupid rule about not using the boy's bathroom. The queue is almost done. Plus, last month I almost had an accident. But at least I pissed into the urinal. This time, I might piss myself here and now. What kind of school is this? And who the hell is the Tri-Royalty Brigade?" She thought. It was already 2 minutes and still no closer to the bathroom was Hortense. There were still 16 seniors in front. Priscilla didn't leave and the germophobic 12th graders just finished wiping herself with flushable wipes. Ginger and the other 12th grader left together, happily relieved and apologizing for rudeness. They went to the gymnasium to change their skirts. The two became friends instantly. The other senior girl with Ginger was June Tipton. Hortense and several other senior females were not so lucky. It was now 11:37 am and still waiting. Priscilla remained inside and still reading her stupid text. One girl held up one of the sinks for her beauty stuff. The line moved up by two more people but still not fast enough. Hortense was feeling her need reach critical and unable to hold back the impending flood. She didn't spurt yet but the wave of desperation was becoming too much for her. She had to go now. Hortense tried stepping out of line, but the way there was too narrow with people walking past her and those in front of her. She couldn't make it past the line like Ginger. Hortense wasn't helping herself bounce up and down as it only helped to strengthen the wave of desperation. Hortense didn't want a repeat of last year and find another solution. Suddenly, she saw the lunch monitors walk up to a few male seniors for doing something inappropriate. From here, Hortense could see Mrs. Kay's face beet red and wide-eyed as she scolded them. Those boys didn't get a chance to speak. Hortense could see the door to the boy's bathroom left unattended. No one saw and the other students spoke amongst themselves. Furthermore, the queue for the boy's bathroom disappeared as the queue for lunch grew larger. It was now or never. This was shameful and yet necessary. She made a break for it again. She ran across the cafeteria and burst into the bathroom. She was greeted by the occupied stalls and only one urinal near the door. "Crap!" Hortense muttered. Just then, the flush sounded as one of the senior boys finished. She immediately went to stand behind the door thinking it would open outwards. Sadly, it opened inwards and out came a 12th grader. Hortense grabbed the senior by the shirt. “I need to pee and if I don't get to that stall, a flood will be least of your worries so move it!". The boy went to the sink and got out of her way. Hortense hunkered down in the stall and did her business. ----------------------back to Ashlynn---------------------- Ashlynn's next class was Art class taught by Mr. Trumble. This class period lasted from 11:36 to 12:21 pm. He was a more relaxed person and enjoyed the free expression of art. The art classes were on the same side and floor of the building as her creative writing. Ashlynn tried the bathroom nearby her previous class only to find the bathroom off limits. One of Melanie’s workers said they were off limits to be cleaned. Ashlynn was annoyed an in pain. She angrily pleaded to use the toilet only to be denied again. “**** you!” she cried out. She had to find another bathroom AGAIN. And as usual, the nurse’s office bathroom was taken. Iit was because of the clean-up crew. Poor Ashlynn kept being denied the use of the bathroom which her poor, distended bladder needed or else. She whimpered and winced hard due to her need to go. Each step she took made it even worse. Her exit dam quivered and fatigued so badly. It was ready to buckle under the pressure any moment. Ashlynn spurted since morning and on the verge of a major accident. Her bladder made spasm noises as it kept expanding and stretching from mitosis gone overdrive. Her kidneys still pumped fluid into her bladder. Her bladder contracted harder trying to get rid of this poisonous ocean that must be removed. It is biological waste which germs did grow and populated. Her urethra was feeling the pressure increase and unable to keep itself contracted as far as it could. It was amazing how many neurotransmitters were being produced by the nervous system and after all this time. Her mind was about to go insane. As with this morning, Ashlynn had to navigate the minefield of students in the corridor. At one point, a student bumped into her sending her to the right side of the corridor. She almost spurted as she instinctively wrapped her left leg around her right leg. For another 20 seconds, she battled another wave of desperation due to nearly spurting. She kept her left leg double-wrapped around her right leg and her hands grabbing her skirt for dear life. Ashlynn continued down the corridor towards her Art class. Along the way, she came across another bathroom. Ashlynn couldn’t believe it as she found another potential place for relief. But then she stopped. She had been mistaken earlier today and approached it carefully. Suddenly, three other seniors went into the girl’s bathroom. Ashlynn went inside hoping against all the odds there was a stall available. Alas, there wasn’t even a urinal. Ashlynn wondered why the universe seemed to be against her today. -------------------after a few minutes------------------------ It was 1 minute before class started. Ashlynn didn't want to risk being late again and chose to make the trek to class. Just then, someone called out to Ashlynn from behind. She turned around to see it was her art teacher. "Mr. Trumble hi uuuh ... what's going on?" Ashlynn asked while keeping her hands by her side. She bobbed up and down a little while looking at her art teacher. "We are having art class in Ms. Jenkins' classroom. My classroom is being used for shop class. Ain't that a hoot?" Mr. Trumble asked. Ashlynn stiffened her body as another wave of desperation came over her. She tried to hide her desperation, but her voice was a little strained. "Y-yeah it's .. cool. Good to hear." "Oh I knew you would feel that way. Let's go." Before she could go with him, she had to say this. "Mr. Trumble. I might be a little late. I need to go to the bathroom REALLY badly." Mr. Trumble replied "Yeah sure go ahead. Don't have an accident on my account. Just make it quick. We have a lot to do." With that he left for class and Ashlynn had another chance to find relief. There was another bathroom down the hallway past the arts and humanities classrooms, and before the cooking classrooms. She willed herself to hang on longer until she got to the bathroom. She desperately wanted to urinate in privacy and into a toilet bowl. It was 20 seconds before the bell rang and just as she got to the entrance, she was met with surprise. There was one bathroom stall available. No wet floor signs and even the stall doors were opened. The sinks appeared clean and the mirrors also spotless. "Eeee!" She squeaked as she finally found what she was looking for. Suddenly, she felt something moving down her thighs. She looked down and gasped. She instinctively relaxed her muscles from seeing the relief finally within her grasp. Ashlynn urinated for about 3.5 seconds. Again, she shut the door closed and began holding herself like an elementary school girl about to wet herself. Due to the mixed signals and the feeling of relief, she accidentally started urinating. Her stream wetted her thighs, snaked around the front and back as rivulets down her thighs to her feet, and sprayed droplets. And a small puddle surrounded where she stood. She did feel some relief from the pressure but it wasn’t enough. The pressure and pain in her abdomen were staggering. Again, holding with all her remaining strength was torture. 😢 She had to hold on and wait until she was in position over a toilet. She staggered over to the furthest stall, pushed open the door and saw what appeared to be a clean toilet seat and flush handle. "Splendid!" Ashlynn thought to herself. But as she got closer to the toilet, she saw it was a mix of brown with grey for stuffed toilet paper, and yellow. Ashlynn cursed under her breath and went to try the next stall. The door was occupied by another senior student. Ashlynn shrieked in frustration. “What’s happened to this school? Why isn’t there an available-…….. oh gawd (she said softly)….why is the universe against me today? Why can’t I just pee like normal people into a normal toilet?”. Tears welled up in her eyes as she swayed her knees side to side, and held her crotch via her skirt. Her legs were sullied and probably smelly, and now her insides churned begging for freedom. Suddenly, Ashlynn heard her name being called. “Miss Avalon!” She turned around to see the V.P. Shida. "Miss Avalon ... what's that pungent odor. Ugh students really should flush. Anyway, we are having another fire drill. You know I can't let you stay here." Ashlynn pleaded for help and tried to explain she had been holding it. But right now, V.P. Shida didn’t have time to hear it and hurried her out of the bathroom, along with the other student in the other stall. -------------outside the school building------------- It was 11:40 am and the day was still beautiful blue as always. The birds flew across the wash of white and aqua. The sun shown bright in the sky approaching its zenith in the sky. The wind chill was cold and uncomfortable as usual. It blew by the grass and trees, causing them to sway along with the wind. However, down below at Nolan James High School, students stood outside waiting to come back inside. Many students rubbed their upper arms to stay warm while others weren't phased. Ashlynn was given to the Ceramics class while waiting outside. She was irritable and tired from holding it this long. Her insides were furiously sending neurotransmitters to Ashlynn. Ashlynn couldn't believe that she was yet again denied. She was angry and somewhat crying. She shed a tear that traveled down her left eye. All she wanted was to urinate. Her bladder kept contracting as it expanded. Her exit dam still quivered and pained from the straining. Some students looked at her as though she had 10 heads while others snickered or didn't care. Ashlynn was mortified to be this way in public again. But what could she do? There was nothing she could do. She shivered out in the cold and nearly spurted. All she could think about was her need to urinate. She kept her hands wedged between her tightly pressed legs and bobbed up and down. Wincing in pain and shaking as her stiff body was using up its reserves of energy to hold it. The cold wind didn't help blowing by to threaten another spurt. "How long will this drill take? I have to pee!" Ashlynn thought to herself. Another mild gust of air blew by ruffling the grass and trees. Again, she felt a draft which only threatened to cause a spurt yet again. Ashlynn tried to hold it in but the cool air was too much. Ashlynn shuddered allowing another spurt to escape her. It fell onto her thighs and traveled down her legs. Ashlynn was filled with more anxiety from the possibility of urinating in front of everyone. Not only that, but the feeling of her urine going down her legs only made her shudder again. She dribbled some more which dripped after traveling down the middle. Ashlynn could feel the sticky urine on her skin of her thighs and legs. It was another two minutes before at last the student and staff bodies were allowed to re-enter the school building. Ashlynn waited in suspense for her turn to go inside the building. "Come on come on damn it why aren't they moving faster." Class after class went inside in mass droves. When at last it was her turn, she followed suit. She couldn't hide her immense need to go as she staggered inside the building. "Oh be quiet. Don't judge!" she cried to a bunch of girls snickering from behind. Like no one else has ever been so desperate? Ashlynn moved as fast as she could. Unlucky for her someone stepped on her foot. She jerked forward, nearly urinating full force. She spurted a small 1-second stream along with a few droplets. No one saw this but Ashlynn stopped to allow herself to hold it. The crowd of students did walk around and in front of her. They all looked at her like she had ten heads. The air remained cold and windy. Another gust of wind blew but Ashlynn was able to keep it together. Luckily, she didn’t spurt again. Once inside, she tried to make her way to the nearest girl’s room. Ashlynn needed to urinate and find relief fast. Her bladder was still filling up. The pain remained and kept increasing. Her urethra couldn’t contract any further. She now limped a little and stopped once to bob up and down to deal with a wave of desperation. It was always there, but at times (like know) it reached a pinnacle and she had to stop to prevent a flood. Sadly, she had to move with the gradient of students and their teachers. Ashlynn hoped she wouldn’t be deterred from the bathroom. She just had to make a quick trip to empty her bladder. Her body screamed and her lower region stung going numb. "Mmmmmmm" she moaned several times. "I know body I know. I wish I could go too!" She told herself. But her subconscious and her body kept yelling at her to let it go. "You should have been more like Gretchen and risk detention! It was better you get into trouble than end up in the hospital." Voice 1 said. Ashlynn was just about to pass her creative writing class when her teacher Mr. Trumble stood in the doorway. He saw Ashlynn and called out to her. “Ashlynn. Good to see you. Class is starting now. We don’t have time.”. Mr. Trumble immediately herded her inside (along with some hallway school staff) and shut the door for the class period. Ashlynn tried to mention her need for the bathroom, but it was cut short. Mr. Trumble was informed of being found in the bathroom and assumed she did her business. He didn’t seem to notice her fidgeting and worried look. Ashlynn tried to speak up but Mr. Trumble brought her into his class. “There’s no time. We have to start now.” Mr. Trumble retorted. It was now 11:45 am and still only about 36 minutes left of the period. Mr. Trumble started his agenda by first bringing Ashlynn to the front of the class. "As I have lectured in previous sessions, drawing another person requires great patience. Today I have chosen Ashlynn Avalon to be the model you have to draw. For those aspiring to be great artists, this is your first opportunity to gain some experience." Ashlynn didn't like where this was going. "Now there won’t be any lewd behavior or depictions allowed. This is for the lesson and requires the utmost respect for your classmate. I will be here if anyone tries something. (Mr. Trumble took it seriously how someone was portrayed.) Ashlynn was horrified that she would have to pose a certain way while staying still for the rest of class time. She couldn't do this. Not now. How was it possible for her to be still and calm. "Excuse me! Mr. Trumble, I need a word with you. Its important!" Mr. Calhoun said. "Alright class begin drawing Miss Avalon. You must adhere to your notes from my lecture as well as your class textbook. It will serve as a guide. Ashlynn will take this pose. (Ashlynn widened her eyes. That pose could make her spurt!) Mr. Trumble went outside to speak with Mr. Calhoun. Ashlynn turned to look back at the class which stared back at her. One girl in the back of the class had this smirk knowing full well this model might urinate right here. This classmate was senior (18 years old) named Ida Williams. The pose she had to take was as shown below. She had to keep still and not hold herself. Period! And she can’t hold down the front of the skirt. Of course, Ashlynn held a pencil not a cigarette. I would imagine her right leg a little higher or even resting on the left arm rest. Her skirt looked like this. Her shoes would like the shoe below with a heel just a bit taller by a few centimeters. The whole class stared at this senior ready to have a bathroom break on the floor. Everyone could tell by the way she was holding herself and panting. Ashlynn just wanted to urinate in a bathroom stall, not sit there looking pretty. Ashlynn tried to get the attention of her teacher. But Mr. Calhoun snapped at her to return to class. --------------------back to the Melanie------------------ Melanie sat there with this depressed and emotionally hurt look on her face. Francesca was too angry and bitter to say anything. She didn’t want the whole school to know what she did as she cleaned up the floor she went upon. It was 11:59 pm and Melanie received an update every minute from her staff. She didn’t want to hear about another incident and face Jade again. Her workers knew why she was feeling this way. But they didn't care for the disrespect and living in fear. "Thats it! ." Francesca cried out and stopped mopping the bathroom floor.” Francesca stormed out the door but Melanie ordered her to come back. “You don’t order me around Mel. Just because you’re hurting doesn’t mean you get to behave abusively against me. You’re just another pawn of the elitist mafia.” Melanie was left with more insult to injury. Francesca wasn't wearing any sort of undergarment for meeting with her handsome boyfriend from the school’s baseball team. They met at their usual meeting point for …. spending time together ----------------------back to Ashlynn---------------------- It was now 12:05 pm and still Mr. Calhoun and Mr. Trumble talked outside. What they were talking about was unclear to the class still focused on trying to draw their desperate model. Ashlynn tried to hold her position for what seemed like forever. Wave after wave of desperation washed over her, pulsating as it throbbed downstairs, turning her exit dam inside out many times over. Her mind was screaming from the incessant cries for help as her poor bladder and exit corridor. She winced and shifted in her seat. Her knees swayed side to side and hunched over. Ashlynn winced and whimpered in front of everyone. Worse off, the windows were open and a strong gust might raise her skirt. Ashlynn couldn’t help it as she kept one hand on her skirt. At times, she even grabbed herself. Ashlynn instinctively moved back and forth in her seat, shifting in her seat. It was 12:10 pm and her wave of desperation was at another all-time high. She gritted her teeth and winced in pain. The whole class became fed up with her fidgeting. Some felt sorry for her while others just didn’t care. Ashlynn felt mortified she displayed this behavior. But she had to what she could to not have an accident. Ida (18 years old) loved every minute of this and hoped she wet herself. She loved female omorashi. At times, her classmates asked Ashlynn to maintain the pose, which only made her feel more antsy. "I am being calm. Stop telling me to be calm!". Ashlynn would reply in her frantic, irritable tone. The whole class could tell she was about to wet herself but couldn't do anything to help her. Two minutes later a breeze to blow by and bring the chill with it. Oh how that made Ashlynn even more worried. She already spurted several times and now might do it again. As time went on Ashlynn felt the apathetic chill of the leftover winter air. But for those with full bladders and quivering exit dams, shivering was a bad idea. It was as if the cold air loved huffing and puffing, trying to make Ashlynn shiver enough for one long spurt or urination unchallenged. It was 12:15 pm and Ashlynn was shaking from the cold air and fighting a big wave of desperation. Her face winced and expressed worry. She had to go and the class could see it. Two senior boys talked about how long it would be before it came burst out. "Betcha' 10 she won't make it before class ends." "You're on!" At last, Mr. Trumble came back inside for class. One student raised her hand. "Mr. Trumble may I go to the bathroom?" "Sure Ida you can go." Ashlynn's eyes widened and her mouth dropped. Her shock was visible to everyone. Mr. Trumble couldn't understand what troubled Ashlynn. He told the class to continue drawing. Ashlynn couldn't believe what just happened. She was the person bursting to go. She was the person whose bladder ached like h***. She was the one person denied the bathroom several times and still denied. How was this possible? "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" groaned her abdomen. Ashlynn clutched her abdomen in pain as another spasm occurred. Crunch time! Her body was starting to rebel against Ashlynn. Her bladder stopped growing but it was so bloated. You would have thought it ruptured by now. But it didn't. It began contracting and forcing this toxic waste against her poor tortured urethra. "Mmmmmmmm" Ashlynn moaned softly. She was on borrowed time now. Suddenly a gust of wind blew by and bringing a chill with it. The chill was so bad that she couldn't help but shudder. Another 1-second spurt escaped her and onto the floor. She did dribble as her urethra exit hole quivered. Ashlynn blushed big time in front of everyone. The whole class noticed her blushing, hoping to get out before witnessing the flood. Mr. Trumble thought she was just nervous from being at the center of focus for the first time. He had no idea of the impending mess that could occur. Ashlynn just wanted the class to end so she could avoid having an accident. Ashlynn had enough. "Excuse me M-Mr. Trumble I ... I have to go pee badly. I was a-about to go until ... Vice P-principal Shida stopped me b-because of the fire drill. She said she caught me in the bathroom ......... I need to pee badly."Mr. Trumble was astonished and surprised. Mr. Trumble couldn’t fathom this. However, seeing Ashlynn in serious need for the bathroom understood the nature of the problem. “I'm sorry. But only one student can leave at a time. When she comes back just go. Don't wait up on me and the bell. But how is the class doing with their drawings?" He asked. Most said they're almost done. Some said they needed more time. And of course, Ida didn't return. Ashlynn was rocking back forth more visibly. In her frantic state she began biting her fingernails. -------------at the nearby girls bathroom----------- Ida was sitting on the toilet watching a YouTube video about omorashi. Ida finished her business but she wanted to kill more time. She was watching the anime cartoon show Shimoneta season 1 episode 8. (This is a real TV show.) The scene she viewed was Anna holding herself as one of her subordinates held a box of all the toilet paper. This subordinate confiscated the toilet paper under the pretense it was lewd purposes. But one of the characters on the tv show nearby explained toilet paper was used for hygienic purposes Thus, it was declared okay for having toilet paper. Just then Anna is forced to deal with a trouble-making student. In the process, Anna whimpered as she probably spurted or just made her tension worse. She briefly asks for recognition of her efforts before running off for with a roll of toilet. Ida enjoyed the desperation that Anna felt, viewing the scene three more times before wiping herself and pulling up her skirt. Ida took her own sweet time as she left the stall and went to wash her hands. "Oh man I wish more anime cartoons had this kind of stuff. May be hentai has it." Ida said to herself. ---------------------back to Ashlynn----------------------- It was 12:19 pm and Ida still didn’t return from the bathroom. Ashlynn wasn’t looking too good now. Each time she tried to make her urge go away it came back worse. Her dam quivered, buckling a few times under the pressure and allowing small spurts to pass. One spurt was a one-second jet followed by another, and another, and another. Her body was rebelling and telling her it was time to let it go ....... or else!. Some of her spurts fell onto the chair and splattered onto her left thigh, and traveled down as rivulets. Ashlynn wanted to let it go but not like this. Not in front of everyone. She wished she went in the trash pail, went into the bushes outside, etc., but the past was the past. All Ashlynn could do was wait for the bell to ring or Ida's return. The whole class figured by now Ashlynn would have wet herself like a little schoolgirl. Ashlynn blushed a glowing red and a worried look spanned across her face. She could feel the pain from her exit dam as it fluctuated from numb to stinging to numb. It was like a crazy roller coaster with the up and downs. It would be another 30 seconds before the bell rang. In that time, a breeze blew by that sent a big chill throughout the class. Some students had enough while others kept on drawing. Ashlynn felt the chill alright! She shivered again, which allowed another spurt to escape her. This spurt lasted 1.5 seconds, splattering onto herself from the chair. She flinched upwards on the stool (from this last spurt) and whimpered softly. The two students placing a bet thought they were lucky. "Oh she's gonna do it. She's gonna do it. Oh man this s*** show is awesome." "I know. I wish we could catch this on camera and post in YouTube." said the other. A few female students watching Ashlynn were disgusted and annoyed. One thought to herself "What is up with Ashlynn? This is embarrassing for a female to do. She shouldn't be peeing herself." Ashlynn could feel her insides churning, wanting her to let it out. Her bladder kept contracting and putting pressure on her tortured exit dam. Everything felt the pain of exhaustion and screaming for freedom. Ashlynn was about to go crazy if this didn't end soon. Just then, the bell rang which Ashlynn sighed relief. Now she could go find a toilet to urinate into. Ashlynn had to wait for the class to leave before she could.. She sat there more stiff grabbing the hem of her skirt as she fought off another wave of desperation. One by one students left in a hurry before the great yellow flood happens. Except for the two boys making the bet, everyone else left. These two numbskulls kept staring at Ashlynn. Ashlynn felt very uncomfortable by their staring and told them to stare elsewhere. But one of them, named Jordie said "It's just that we've never seen a hot girl piss herself before. We would love to see-" "Okay keep it moving." Mr. Trumble said. Ashlynn was thankful to Mr. Trumble for his help and left. She made a left and down the hallway for her next class. It was gym class, and she was in no mood for calisthenics. She was tired and disgusting. All she wanted was to plop on her bed and sleep. Luckily there was a bathroom and a shower in the girl's locker room. And she had a change of clothes and shoes. She could do her business and wear something new. She had to pass by the minefield of students again and the long queue of students stretching through the hallway. Ashlynn didn't have the time to wait for the queues to finish up. At least the first-floor bathrooms were hopefully cleaned up as per the request of her highness, Camilla. Ashlynn kept to one side of the hallway, keeping her legs close to each other while walking. She breathed heavily to gain more oxygen to hold it. Her fatigued body needed the extra energy boost. While going down the hall, Ashlynn was nudged a few times. The third time was at the side of her abdomen, causing her to whimper. A few drops came out landing on her thighs, one of which traveled down between them a few centimeters. Ashlynn stood there for a couple of seconds swaying her legs side to side trying to hold back the flood. One of the droplets traveled down the back of her right thigh to the back of her knee. She felt so uncomfortable by this shuddered from this feeling. That made her relax a little and urinated for about 2 seconds. Again, she closed the hatch despite dripping urine between her thighs. Ashlynn felt this too which added to feeling her anxiety and disgust with her already unclean extremities. This stream of her urine dampened the insides of her legs and made more rivulets. It also dampened her shoes and made the insides more damaged. Each step she took already felt sticky and wet. Once she could continue to walk without spurting, she felt as though her feet were immersed in an ocean of her urine. It was a miracle there wasn’t squelching. --------------fast forward to main office------------ Melanie kept her crew at work to meet Camilla's demands. During this time, she was met by Camilla and her friends. "So dear Melanie how are things?" "Camilla!" "Do you need reminding of your duties?" "No! The first-floor bathrooms are cleaned. My people are working on the second-floor bathrooms and the other demands you wanted." "Good Melanie, good. And just so you remember your plac-" But Camilla was cut off by someone else. It was Octavia Starr and Gretchen Grayson. "Camilla you've gone too far. And you somewhat allow this Melanie. But making her pee herself was out of line entirely." Octavia was filled with a strong righteous passion concerning the mob queen and her cronies, especially Jade. Gretchen also had enough and dying for a fight with Jade. Both had long standing grudges that spanned years. Now it seemed their time came to settle this. "Well well if it isn't the upstart and the untouchable!" Camilla exclaimed. "Don't worry I have all day for a beat down." Jade said. Just then, Principal Calhoun walked in with an announcement. "We have a school event in the gymnasium and everyone must attend. That includes you Melanie. All work on your end stops. But some of your workers may continue their work. We have to get going. It's 12:23 and next period (12:25 pm – 1:10 pm) starts in 2 minutes." He left Melanie's office thereby yet again prolonging the inevitable. ----------------outside the main office---------------- There was a long line of seniors waiting for the bathrooms in the cafeteria and the nurse's office. As usual, the girl's bathroom took the longest in the cafeteria as with every other bathroom. But the nurse's bathroom had both students from the second and third floors. Currently, the line was held up thanks to the senior girl with germaphobia. She wiped down the seat, the faucets, flush handle, doorknobs, soap dispenser, and of course the handle to the paper towel dispenser. Then, she did her business. These seniors on the queue were heckling at this one germaphobe to hurry. One senior girl (18 years) was crying out for the bathroom in her frantic desperate state. She wasn't just bursting; she was on the verge of a full-blown accident. This girl already wet her panty with a big wet spot and now spurting onto the floor. This stream of her urine emerged from her wet patch several times as it struck the floor splattering onto her shoes and exposed parts of her feet. Rivulets emerged from the sleeves of her panty down the sides of her thighs and down the back. This girl kept moving her thighs side to side, sometimes getting caught in the crosshairs of her urine stream. It only added to her legs getting dirty as they were getting sprayed by her urine, droplets running down her legs and into her shoes. "Come on come on oh please hurry it up!" the senior girl cried out. A few senior guys (18 years old) spurted too and about to have an accident. Their tubes taught and in pain trying to hold it. One guy jogged in place. Luckily, he didn’t spurt yet. One of the students passing by all this was Ashlynn. She staggered passed everyone while holding herself and keeping her legs close together. Suddenly, one staff person opened one of the main doors allowing a burst of cold air to blow by. Ashlynn felt a quick shiver down her spine which almost caused her to spurt. She did shudder allowing a few drops to escape her twice. One person, a boy from behind several yards away, saw Ashlynn's skirt ascend. "Whoa!" said this senior student (18 years). It was Eugene. He couldn't believe it and it was his first time he saw it. He felt elated in ways only a nerd with no future with a hot girl could feel. He ran back to his friend Sid (18 years old). (What he saw will be explained later!) Ashlynn kept going to her next class. She did pass by other bathrooms with their long queues. These queues also had students from the upper floors. "I wish one of these bathrooms was available to get in a quick pee." Ashlynn said to herself. She made the right turn around the corner and towards the gymnasium. As time passed the hallways became clearer to walk through and reach her next class sooner. By the time it was 12:24 pm she made it to the door to the girl’s locker room. A small feeling of relief was in her heart which made her want to let it all out. But she had to remain focused on staying dry. She proceeded to turn the doorknob only to barely move it. She tried the knob again, but nothing happened. "What the? Wait this can’t be right." Ashlynn thought. She became irate pulling and crazily turning the doorknob trying to open it. The gym teacher for this period, Ms. Valdez, came over to what appeared to be a crazy person. "Excuse me Ashlynn. Can't you see the door is locked?" Ms. Valdez said. "I know it's locked, but I .... I .... oh gawd ... what gives? I have to pee like crazy and I don't how long I can hold it." Ashlynn replied. Her teacher seeing the desperation on the student's face replied. "I'm sorry but we aren't having regular gym period. The gym locker rooms are closed off for safe-" Ashlynn was fed up and interrupted her teacher. "If I don't get inside right ..... (eyes widened) .... I just spurted twice and I might spurt more. I'm about to piss myself so bad safety will be the least of your worries." Ashlynn said. Ms. Valdez couldn't allow for this and went to reach for her keys to unlock the locker room doors. “Hurry! I can’t ..... oh gawd I spurted again. Damn it please open this door." Mr. Calhoun came over asking what wrong, sounding annoyed. "I don't know what's going on but its’ time for the in-school meeting. Get inside and sit on the bleachers." "Bu-" "Get inside now. You're holding up our brave men and women in blue." Mr. Calhoun said as he directed her inside and to the bleachers. "Your behavior is atrocious, and I won’t have any of it right now." He walked away and scolded the gym teacher for not being firmer on this matter. Yet again this poor girl was denied the bathroom. This was a travesty. She should've waited on one of the queues. But then again, the students on the queues were told to go to the gymnasium by the Vice Principal. So what good was it? Ashlynn sat next to a bunch of 12th graders (18 years) trying not to attract attention to herself. But yet again, she was fighting another wave of desperation. This time it was incessant and kept coming. Each time she held it back it came back stronger. She couldn't help wedging her hands in her crotch area via her skirt. The meeting proceeded as planned and hosted by the school for discussion about the dangers of drugs. One of the police officers began speaking to the student body. "I am officer Politsky from the 12th police precinct. Your school has been a sighting for drugs. With urging from your school principal, I will discuss the dangers of drugs. Drugs are a criminal offense and punishable with arrest." Ashlynn didn't care about that right now. All she wanted was to urinate into a toilet. Why was that too much to ask for? She already knew not to do it and what happens if you do. To her this was a waste of her time. "Drugs are a gateway to a life of crime and villainy. Don't do it. You all know but I must reiterate it. Don't do drugs! It's simple. The officer continued. "And if anyone tries to pressure you forget it. Tell them no and report it to a teacher or call us. If you see someone using it, selling it, trading it or even seeing lying around, report it at once. Even if it's a (air quotes) from a friend. Such people aren't friends if they're into this stuff. It leads to all sorts of trouble for everyone involved." Octavia and Camilla (plus the rest of the Tri-Royalty Brigade) already knew this. Gretchen kept her head down sleeping through the whole thing. Typical! Gretchen always believed this was an attempt to brainwash people with stupid stuff. First, not all drugs were bad like the medical marijuana. And two; not all drugs were as bad as others. Which was worse-smoking nicotine or overdosing on a methamphetamine? And there was still a debate on whether alcohol or smoking was bad. She felt this was a waste of her time. Octavia still paid attention out of respect. She always believed all drugs were bad, including alcohol. Of course, having one sip wouldn't kill you but it could be a bad habit. And she hated the smell of it. And she also knew not to do drugs. None of this was news to her. And to many of the other students this wasn't news. Many just wanted to urinate into a toilet before they had a real accident. The girl from earlier spurting outside Nurse Talia's office was spurting like crazy coming here and still was. She too was having trouble holding it. At last, (I will name her Athena Ainslee) caved under pressure and began doing her business. She couldn’t stop going but she could slowly release it. That way it won’t puddle so abruptly and spread. Camilla was thankful the police broke up the drug rings and go rid of the (as she saw it) 'trash' permeating society. She hated the support for illegals and their supposed criminal enterprises. She figured it was one of the illegal immigrants brought here by their criminal parents. But she hated the police (certain ones) who didn't do enough and put building bridges instead of putting the law first. To Camilla, without sophisticated laws and a staunch attitude, there was no society. She did not think police did brutality since it was their job to catch and haul away dirt bags. She, like her parents, were Trump supporters wanting things to return the ‘good old days’. Her two cronies Ursula and Priscilla, and other upper-class kids felt the same way. Jade didn’t mind flexing muscle upon the criminals. She enjoyed it when the police did a choke hold or shot the perpetrator. Melanie still didn't feel okay after urinating on herself. It was now 12:36 pm and there was 34 minutes left of the class period. But it was going to be a long, long 6th period. ----------------fast forward 25 minutes--------------- It was now 12:50 pm and the police were wrapping up the meeting. Many students were still either asleep or fell asleep, stayed awake out of respect, glued to their cell phones, or remained desperate for a quick trip to the bathroom. One senior girl (18 years old) bobbing up and down asked her teacher three times about going to the bathroom. Each time she was denied because of the importance of this meeting. "Ooooooh I have to pee sososo badly.” the girl thought to herself. Her aqua-colored panty was in serious danger of a serious flood. Everyone wanted the meeting to be over, especially the pee desperate souls that haven't been able to go thanks to Camilla. But one person in particular really had to go above all else. That person being Ashlynn. She rocked back and forth, fighting her wave of desperation, softly moaning and wincing. She spurted two half-second jets of her onto the bleacher seat and her skirt. What made her bladder so large and desperation so huge? Ashlynn couldn't wrap her head around how a couple of helpings of soda and coffee plus water, orange juice, and Lactose-free milk could do this. What else could be affecting her. Had she finally worn her bladder our or did she have some other ailment that assaulted her. She couldn't tell but she needed the bathroom fast. It didn't help that she gave into temptation around 12:31 pm to drink water from her bottle. Unfortunately, she felt thirsty and hot from expending energy, drinking 90% of it. She was breathing heavily and feeling even more sweaty from fighting all her waves of desperation. It worked her way through her system and her body started processing it. Soon it would add to her ever stressed-out bladder. Ashlynn was so tired and ready to crash on her bed. She didn’t care if she was dirty or clean. Her body was plumb tuckered out from holding it for this long. And her exit dam couldn't take it anymore. Ashlynn blushed as her face turned red and warm from all the stress and blood flow to her head. She could feel her one artery pulsate. Ashlynn was ready to let it go. She just couldn't endure this anymore. After another 6 minutes, the meeting was over. But school staff began calling each row of students to leave in an orderly fashion. Seniors with serious desperation, especially, the females whined and complained. The senior with the aqua-colored panty was so frantic, that she tried to get up. But as she did so, her time came. She (I name her Jasmin Jax) started urinating where she stood. Her stream was so strong it looked like that from a high-pressure fire hose. It sprayed everywhere. Everyone around her jumped up grossed out. Those in front who also got sprayed also moved away. One girl (18 years old) sitting directly one row in front of Jasmine screamed from feeling drenched. Teachers and bleacher staff had to remove this Jasmin and take her to the nurse’s office. Mr. Calhoun wasn’t pleased by this and turned beet red. Gretchen was still sleeping and needed waking by Octavia. The Tri-Royalty Brigade were embarrassed to be members of this school. Melanie didn’t want to hear it or see it. Ashlynn, already tired and upset, almost burst seeing this senior girl (18 years – Jasmine) empty her bladder and be removed. It made her spurt 1.5 seconds, creating a puddle underneath her buttocks. Ashlynn tlinched again, feeling so uncomfortable and blushed. One of the 12th graders sitting next to Ashlynn poked her on the left shoulder. "Excuse me you're not going to piss yourself? My friends and I are sitting right here?" A mortified Ashlynn angrily replied "No! I'm not going to piss myself!" Ashlynn bobbed up and down, like as though she was ready to get up and leave. Ashlynn didn’t want to end up like Jasmin or anyone else who’s urinated in public. She desperately wanted to leave. The pressure was getting to her. Suddenly, it dawned on her. She saw the entrance to the gymnasium, her eyes not playing tricks upon her mind. "It's right there. Just get up and go. Just make a break for it. Who cares if you get into trouble." Voice 1 said. Another voice said "If you piss yourself like crazy you can leave too. But just enough to be able to leave." Ashlynn was considering the first option. She just wanted to urinate into a toilet and no one was in the hallways. No queues so the coast is clear. Ashlynn attempted to leave but was stopped by another staff member of the school. Again, she was forced to sit down and wait. Now she was considering having an accident. If it was the only way then so be it. In the midst of feeling rebellious, she accidentally told her tortured exit hole (urethra) to relax a little. It allowed for a small continuous dribble down the middle, and drip down onto the bleacher spot she sat upon. The dampness grew on grew until it puddled a little underneath her buttocks. As soon as she felt the warm dampness, she closed it shut and again fighting to stay dry. Oh how she wished to be free from this torture by simply urinating. As time progressed Ashlynn became more restless and more exhausted, spurting more and more. "When will this be over? Gawd I have to pee so badly and I'm so tired. And so filthy. I want to complain but to whom? Who can help me?" She wondered. ---------in one of the 2nd floor bathrooms------- Melanie's workers continued cleaning the bathrooms along with the custodian. One of them named Luna Lind (18 years old), working tirelessly to clean this bathroom. Luna was fine until now. She also became desperate from drinking hot coffee and water from this morning and gym class. She too began bobbing up and down as she mopped the floors. Just then, she was met by Francesca who finished up with her boyfriend. Francesca didn’t feel right about leaving all the work up to her coworkers. They too suffered and her leaving only added upon the others. Francesca could clearly see Luna needed a few minutes for some toilet relief. "If you need to pee just go. No one is around. And the Tri-Royalty Brigade can't stop what they don't see." Francesca said. But Luna said she should be working hard on shift for a duty not taking frivolous pee breaks. A female should be able to hold their pee." Francesca put her one hand on her hip and asked Luna this. "How badly do you have to go?" Luna replied "I'm desperate and I do need to go. can still hold it but it would be better to let it go now than later." Francesca understood what it was like to want to hold off when it was possible to hold it. But it eventually leads to feeling bursting and frantic. "It's better to go now. Don't worry no one is around. And besides we're females.” Franceaca said. Luna thought about it for a moment and realized no one was around. If she flushes quickly after urinating it won't dirty the toilet too badly. And she can spray air freshener too. "You’re right Francesca. It’s time for me to take a piss break." Luna put aside her cleaning tools, closed the door and removed her underwear down to her lower legs. The seat was disinfected and cleaned so using a toilet seat from paper towel was not necessary. Luna sat down and let out her stream. For a whole 20 seconds she urinated completely, pushing the rest of it out too. She wiped herself and got dressed. Luckily it didn't dribble to both sides of her buttocks. She flushed and washed her hands. She used air freshener and continued to clean. "Thats better. Thanks Francesca." Luna said. "No problem Luna!" Francesca replied. They continued working until this bathroom was clean. ----------------back to the gymnasium---------------- It was 1:00 pm and only 10 minutes left of the period. And the meeting ended around 12:57 pm. The student body continued to empty in an orderly fashion. Ashlynn was forced to stay behind by the gym staff for trying to run out the doors and almost bump into other students. Mr. Calhoun thanked the officers and asked Vice Principal Shida to show them out. Time passed as students left for what was their original destination (the classroom to be in as stated by their schedules). Ashlynn didn’t have to leave gym class but she had to urinate and badly. Her body was rebelling more. She spurted as she got up to make a break for it. Though she got it under control, she still had rivulets going down her legs. A few droplets fell off her. Yet again, she was sent back to her seat and in her puddle. Ashlynn was now in tears. So close and yet so far. Again, she sat in her urine-soaked skirt. She wished she just urinated anyway despite the dirty state of the toilets. And she was about to as well. But someone caught up to her. It was Ashlynn’s angry, apathetic, ruler-in-hand, evil-eyed Mrs. Kay. "Looks like detention came earlier than expected wretched urchin. And don't worry about lunch. You will get it when I say so." Ashlynn was horrified. Not only was she being denied the right to urinate but also to eat food. This was wrong and Mr. Calhoun was a usual no-show to stop this tyrant. Ashlynn got up in protest but sat back down trying to prevent an accident. She was in real trouble and no amount of asking for the bathroom or the cafeteria was going to save her. Ashlynn was also confronted by Mr. Calhoun. “I am done with your childish behavior and sending you to Mrs. Kay’s for detention. As stated, you will have your lunch but you still have detention. That’s it! Mrs. Kay, set her straight.”. Mrs. Kay replied sternly “Ooooo I will!” Ashlynn was picked up and hurried by Mrs. Kay to a nearby classroom specifically for detention. It was the same one where Gretchen sat inside for public urination. During the trek, Ashlynn tried to let go but her math teacher was too strong. Plus, she spurted several times being forced to keep up. She did at one point urinate for two seconds. As usual, more rivulets traveled down her thighs and lower legs into her shoes. Ashlynn pleaded a little as she was brought inside. But Mrs. Kay wasn’t hearing any of it. (It was now 1:05 pm) ---------after 10 minutes----------- It was now 1:15 pm and Ashlynn wrote on the chalk board. She was forced to write on the chalk board several times about how to behave in pre-calculus class. Ashlynn did this bobbing up and down and writing sloppily. If she wrote badly or finished the whole chalk board, she would have to erase everything and write it all over again. Ashlynn wasn’t allowed to rest her tired legs nor take a bathroom break. This teacher finally got the chance to punish her and wasn’t about to spoil a minute of it with mercy. Ashlynn was still desperate as ever. Her fear and anxiety only added to her frantic mind set and her ability to hold was dampened. She wrapped her left leg around her already wet right leg as she winced and whimpered trying to write on the chalk board. At one point, she stopped writing to fight an urge so strong she was about to do it right there and then. Mrs. Kay thundered as she called Ashlynn’s name to remind her she wasn’t to stop yet. Ashlynn spurted onto her legs again. This was bad for Ashlynn as she wasn’t going anywhere. Only her jailer could decide when enough was enough. Mrs. Kay didn’t care if she was hungry, tired, desperate, or if she had work after school. It was her time to drill respect into this young pupil. Ashlynn pleaded again but she was interrupted and told be silent. Then Mrs. Kay told Ashlynn to write "I Ashlynn Avalon will not disrespect Mrs. Kay anymore!" many times over. Ashlynn gave her this 'You're cruel and I hate you' look. But Mrs. Kay didn't care. She snapped at her to continue writing without fidgeting and standing hunched. Ashlynn had no choice but to comply. She just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and hoped that following orders would end this for good. Voice 1 said it was better to urinate right here and become like Gretchen. That way she could leave as this was torture. Voice 2 countered with the argument that it would only make things worse and further upset this teacher. Voice 1 said this was wrong and she should stand up for herself. All this in her mind was too much and she began urinating a 1-second spurt. Again, Ashlynn closed the exit hole shut but she was running out of time. Her bladder was expanding again and paining her too. She couldn't stop fidgeting as she bobbed up and down in one place. The more she fidgeted she had to write three more times. Ashlynn had to stop herself at once to prevent staying longer. She could feel every droplet and rivulet on her skin, some of which still traveled down her legs. Ashlynn couldn't blush anymore. Her face scrunched and her eyes squinted. She bobbed up and down ever so slightly. But this time Mrs. Kay didn't care. By 1:15 pm Mrs. Kay was satisfied seeing a defeated and more obedient Ashlynn. Her next edict was to rewrite chapter summaries by hand using black pen and many sheets of loose-leaf paper. Mrs. Kay was determined to see a well written summarization of the assigned chapters legibly written and with an understanding of the material. Each chapter was 20 pages long and since the time was small, Ashlynn only had to focus on the main points. Just then, Ashlynn's cell phone sounded off due to a text. Mrs. Kay, who already confiscated her phone, checked the text message. It stated that Ashlynn didn't have to come to work today. Her manager chose to give Ashlynn two days off as a reward for her hard work and dedication. Mrs. Kay had this evil grin on her face as she explained to Ashlynn she wasn’t going anywhere. --------------inside the principal's office------------- Mr. Calhoun was steaming from the disrespectful attitude from Ashlynn and other students. But especially Ashlynn. He couldn't figure out what made her so different. At the end of his contemplation, he figured may be Ashlynn was no different than other teenagers in her generation. In the end, the teenager in her finally came out. "Figures. It was bound to come out sooner or later." He thought to himself. It was about 1:40 pm and he was busy doing some paperwork. Just then, a knock at his door took him out of his work zone. "Melanie what can I help you with?" Melanie walked into his office with authority. "Mr. Calhoun I am here to report the Tri-Royalty Brigade. And please don't tell me they are law-abiding members of society. You don't know what they are like behind your back. You don’t know what Jade made me endure earlier today." Melanie exclaimed with passion and conviction. -----------------The Tri-Royalty Brigade--------------- The meeting ended and now they were in their next class. It was now 1:40 pm and in their cooking class. It was on the first floor near the art and painting classes. They were tasked with making a common breakfast dish: pancakes. Camilla along with Ursula and Priscilla weren't too thrilled about making pancakes and getting their hands dirty. They came from households whereby a paid cook and maid did the cooking and cleaning. However, Camilla told her friends it was better than allowing illegals into their homes to do the work for them. This was America and only true Americans knew how to cook and clean like a true sophisticated American could. Camilla had this intense look on her face due to wanting independence and her desperation for the bathroom. She waited too long for the bathrooms to be cleaned. She couldn’t understand how her requests should lead to so many queues. Of course, she blamed it on Melanie. “Stupid Mel can’t even have all the bathrooms cleaned in a timely manner.”. Even her muscle Jade couldn't punch out everyone on these long queues. Camilla began bobbing up and down every so often. But she remembered her father's training lesson. At about 1:44 pm, their teacher Mr. Keane called out to Camilla. "Camilla stop what you're doing. Ms. Reynolds from the Principal's office is here for you. You have to go with her." Camilla displayed her annoyance and left with Ms. Reynolds. They went downstairs and to Mr. Calhoun's office. She was met by Mr. Calhoun and Melanie. She could see both weren't happy. Mr. Calhoun had this upset look and his eyes darkened. Camilla didn't know what to think. "Sit down!" Mr. Calhoun said as he motioned to Camilla to a seat. Camilla had this ‘deer caught in the head lights’ look on her face as usual to appear innocent. Camilla sat on the same seat Ashlynn did. Yikes! And no one knew what Ashlynn did on that seat from earlier. Mr. Calhoun was annoyed as it was. And now another student he thought was a good student was also not so good? Oh boy. -----------------------back to Avana------------------------ It was 1:44 pm and Avana ate lunch along with her friend Ingrid. They were discussing the work to dissolve their respective drug products. "Oh boy that was tough right Ingrid?" Avana asked Ingrid. Ingrid replied "I know. They are working us to the bone these last few weeks. And we can't talk either. Yikes.". They changed their conversation to center around their morning. Avana spoke about waking up at 6:56 am followed by her daughter. From there she got together her mugs and her daughter's mug. Avana explained she brewed coffee for them both. She also set up a glass of Lactose-free milk, water and orange juice for Ashlynn too while brewing the coffees, and while Ashlynn rushed to be ready. Both Avana and her daughter were still tired from yesterday’s work. It was rough on them both working to pay for rent, and Ashlynn going to school. Once the coffee was ready, she poured it into their mugs and let it cool off in the freezer a few minutes. She went to open the bottle of water pills for her morning dose of at least 2 water pills with her breakfast. As usual, opening the cap was a royal pain in the back. It was 7:07 am and time was running out for Ashlynn. Avana knew they needed their morning coffee, especially Ashlynn to stay awake. Finally, she got the cap to open and took out the mugs of coffee from the freezer. She placed the mugs on the table next to the glass of dairy-free milk. Avana went to take from the medicine bottle only to be startled big time. A loud banging on their apartment door startled a still sleepy Avana. She became startled flinching upwards by surprise. She had a mini heart attack every time that jerk of a landlord banged on the door for rent money. In the process of flinching, her hand holding the open bottle of water pills flinched upwards. Avana ended up spilling the pills over the table. They rolled all over the table and a few onto the floor. Avana put the bottle down to catch her breath. "Open up I want my rent money." shouted Mr. Dewey, their landlord. He was a jerk with a sore disposition. He knew it would help him get the money. "Coming!" Avana called out while cursing under his breath. She got the money, opened the door, and politely greeted him. But the landlord snatched the rent money and left. Avana shut the door and moved on to breakfast. She proceeded to gather all the water pills before Ashlynn came out here only to trip on them. She knew there was a total of 20 pills in the bottle before the spill. Now there were only 9 pills left after the spill. She saw 5 were still on the dining table, and 2 on the floor. Avana recounted to Ingrid that while she collected 5 on the table (which she put back into the bottle) and the other two she threw away, she couldn’t find the other four pills. She wondered where they went. But time was running out and she had to act fast. She took the quantity of the diuretic pills and put it in her mouth. She drank her coffee and proceeded to make her breakfast. By now, it was 7:10 am and Ashlynn finally came out in a hurry. She drank her coffee and Lactose-free milk. The did this while jogging in place and occasionally holding herself. Then, she ran out the door with her books and left for school. It was 30 minutes away, even by foot and the bus already left. Avana was nowhere near ready to leave yet. She didn’t have her morning coffee. Avana did ask if Ashlynn was ready and to have a great day. But Ashlynn replied “Gotta go mom!”. Avana just wanted to say hello and tell her to have a great day. She barely gets to spend time her daughter. She hated this dump but what could they do? Where else could they live? Ingrid gave her sympathies and told her morning. Ingrid wasn't rich but she and her family lived in a decent house with stability. Avana wished she and her daughter had that. That's why she saved and saved plus pushing her daughter to do well in school, to get a good paying job, and pay for a good home. After a few minutes they changed the subject to something else. It was 1:47 pm and their conversation topic changed to what was new in the pharmaceutical industry. "I hear that GlaxoSmithKline has come out with a new diabetes drug." Ingrid said. "Oh really? That sound nice." Avana replied. ---------------------back to Camilla----------------------- "But there is no proof. That is her word against mine. You know my father owns this school. He won't tolerate you". Camilla couldn't finish her sentence cut short by Melanie. "You always resort to your father or Jade to threaten other students. It won't work this time. You want proof. My witnesses are the unbiased staff who work for me. They will tell the truth if you ask." Mr. Calhoun was very serious about what he heard from Melanie say about this Camilla. Just then, Francesca walked into the room. She came to resign from her position only to find herself walking into what was a heated meeting. Melanie was relieved to see that someone from her staff showed up, and a witness too. “Mr. Calhoun, this is Francesca. She works under my administration and witnessed what Jade did to me. I can’t expect her to vouch for me after the way I treated her. But she will tell the truth if you ask Mr. Calhoun.” Melanie said. Mr. Calhoun turned his attention to Francesca. Camilla, now angry, retorted “This is a witch hunt to try to ruin my credibility. It is a set up! She’s just blaming me for how her administration has failed this school. I am being treated like President Trump has been treated.” Francesca wanted to walk away but Mr. Calhoun spoke his question to Francesca. "Excuse me Francesca. Tell me the absolute truth. Has Camilla bullied or pressured you or the class president in any way?" Mr. Calhoun asked her. Francesca thought about this for a moment. She wasn't prepared to get into a fight with Camilla and end up facing a knuckle sandwich from Jade. Plus, why should she stick up for Melanie for the way she was treated? She didn’t feel she owed Melanie anything anymore. It would mean getting revenge against Melanie. But Camilla and her cronies would go unchecked. And besides, she didn’t to be pressured to keep silent until the end of the school year just to protect Camilla. She didn’t feel she owed this rich brat anything. Francesca replied "I don't see why I am on the hot seat and I don't care to help Melanie right now." Camilla smirked as she knew she would get away with it. Mr. Calhoun was annoyed as it was. He didn’t want more nonsense and didn’t want her taking anyone’s side. Melanie responded “You don’t have to help me. You’re not asked to help me. You’re just being asked for the truth about what Camilla and her friends did. Francesca replied “Because of you I ended up pissing myself cleaning up your accident. It is your fault. I hate you and I came to resign from being on your staff.” Camilla whimpered in excitement and vindication. Everything seemed to be going her way. But that was short-lived. Francesca wasn't done speaking. "If you must know, Melanie wasn’t forced to piss herself in her office by anyone. However, Jade tried to scare Melanie by pretending to try to hit with a sucker-punch. Melanie, like most people in this school became afraid and out of fear, went where she stood. I know how embarrassing and hurtful that was, but you treated me horribly. I told you I had to go and you wouldn’t let me. So I eventually couldn’t hold it and I went. However, Jade does use her strength and fear tactics to make people fall in line with what Camilla wants when things don’t go her way. And of course, she can be absent when Jade does this to say she has an alibi. Both Jade and Camilla were appalled by this and protested about their innocence. “I beg your pardon” and “That’s not true. How dare you” came from their mouths. But Francesca, who had enough of being a lacky, continued. “Camilla and the Tri-Royalty Brigade do this stuff all the time. They have the dirt on many seniors and lesser grade students in this school. They know how to use this to their advantage to get what they want.” Camilla heard enough. “Mr. Calhoun, I am nothing like what she describes. I am a law-abiding citizen who had always done my best to navigate life in this school of lawless, incompetent, and uncaring …. Urchins. And yet, I am being called down here being put on the stand for what? Tell me. Yeah that’s what I thought and you know something? You aren’t a very grateful principal. The top donor to this school entrusts his daughter to you and this is the way such people are treated? Disgusting! The bathrooms were terrible, the students have no manners or class, and I have to suffer being around such urchins? I have held my tongue for too long. I will tell my father about and have him straighten you out (fist punching his desk). It’s time for new leadership and finally get this school whipped into shape!” Mr. Calhoun heard enough and immediately replied "Tell your father I serve this school not your father. Camilla you and the Tri-Royalty Brigade are done. And so is Jade. From now on you will no longer have a say in what goes on here. And don't worry about Melanie. She has been fired and a new class president will be chosen by special election. I'm going to have a talk with your father. Don't go anywhere. Francesca and the rest of you can leave. And I want the rest of the Tri-Royalty Brigade to remain here down here too.” -----------------------back to Avana------------------------ It was 1:53 pm and in the last minutes of their lunch break. They were enjoying their conversation about drug pharma news. But two minutes later, Ingrid thought of something crucial. "Hey Avana?" "What's up Ingrid?" "You said you didn't know where the other four pills went right?" "Yeah?" "Where did you say you were standing when you spilled the diuretic pills?" "I stood nearest the mugs I of coffee on the table. Why?" "Isn't that where you said you put Ashlynn's mug of coffee?" ........................ "Uuuuh yeah? And?" "What if that's where the other four pills landed? After all you said it wasn't on the table, the floor, or the chairs." ---------------------back to Ashlynn----------------------- It was 1:56 pm and Ashlynn was in the middle of summarizing the first chapter. She had to read and summarize each section topic while bursting. She was tired and desperate, and just wanted to be free from this bondage. Ashlynn tried to read each chapter and write legibly. She swayed her knees back and forth, unable to hold herself. Her urge to go kept rising as the pressure rose. Her bladder was still filled up a little more and aggressively contracted in rebellion to holding it. She felt bloated and full in her abdomen as her kidneys were doing everything to remove as much liquid as possible. Ashlynn was starting to dose off. At one point, she dosed off for a second, only to abruptly wake up. During that second, she began urinating. It took her about a second and a half to close off the tap. Some of her urine came close to falling off the chair. Again, she found herself sitting uncomfortably. Her arms and hands shook with fatigue as she tried to write. She moved forward and backward in her seat. Her urge at times became so intense waves of desperation she had to stop. But as usual, Mrs. Kay would thunder as she called Ashlynn’s name. “Wake up. You’re not here to sleep. You’re here to learn respect!”. Ashlynn almost spurted as she jumped in her seat. In addition, she exhausted much of biological energy in her system she started to feel hungry. Mrs. Kay continued her vulture like stare ensuring her quarry couldn't leave for any reason. Ashlynn knew she couldn’t write everything down and resorted to only the main points in each chapter section. During this time Ashlynn found it very hard to not fidget. Her urge would come back even stronger as soon as it briefly subsided even if she didn’t feel a wave of desperation. At times she had to put down her pen for the sake of holding herself, wincing in pain and fight her urge to go. Mrs. Kay would smack her desk to shake her out of it and scold her to finish the work. She threatened Ashlynn with writing these chapters again on top of her assignment. Mrs. Kay was determined to make an example of her and whip her into shape. Ashlynn had to urinate so badly and this anxiety from her teacher only added to her woes, steadily increasing her desperation. Ashlynn kept shifting her feet and legs where she sat. Currently, she wrote like a possessed person desperate for escape and relief. It was now 2:00 pm and Ashlynn was shifting her feet while standing them on her toes. She did sway her knees a little, but she was so focused on her work to eventually escape. And worse, she just missed her lunch period! “The slope of a line can be found using derivatives in the form of y=mx+b.” she mumbled to herself in a shaky tone of voice, writing frantically. Her breathing was loud and heavy. Two minutes later, she spurted yet again followed by dribbling. The dribbling kept going for another two minutes. She could feel it pooling underneath her and strained harder. Again, she faced another strong wave of desperation. She winced, her hand shaking trying not to hold herself. Ashlynn turned around and began pleading for the bathroom. “Please let me pee. I’m sorry for the lateness and …” She was cut short by her detention teacher. Mrs. Kay replied “FINISH THE WORK. NO MORE EXCUSES!” in a loud, angry manner. Ashlynn couldn’t take it anymore. Ashlynn yelled back "Stop it. Just stop it." "No. I won't until you get your act together and finish this assignment! Do as your told and learn some respect!" Mrs. Kay roared." Ashlynn continued to hold herself and fighting this wave of desperation. "You are a waste child. You can't even find the time to empty your pitiful bladder since this morning. It is atrocious. I don't know what you do in this school. But I am through with you. I am reporting your behavior and having you thrown out. Some other set of poor fools can deal with you." Mrs. Kay left the detention room and shut the door behind her. Ashlynn was finally alone and could leave without anyone noticing. She carefully got up and staggered over to the door. She did drip urine off her underside and a few rivulets traveled down the back of her thighs. Ashlynn didn’t notice this. At the entrance to classroom, Ashlynn shakily grabbed the doorknob and proceeded to turn it. Ashlynn froze. Her eyes widened with the realization of what her teacher had done. She was locked inside this classroom by her evil math teacher. Ashlynn couldn’t believe it. How could this monster do this? Why? How badly was this teacher going to punish her she wondered. Suddenly, she let go of the door. Suddenly she was overcome with another wave of desperation which was so powerful it wasn't going to subside. Her body was giving its final push. Her tortured exit dam was on over overdrive sending signals beyond belief to her already burdened brain. "Ah ... ahssss ahhh oh gawd I have to pee! Ooooooommmmmmm!" Ashlynn moaned. She stood their stiff and somewhat shaking. This urge was the worst it has ever been and massively powerful. It took a lot of her remaining will power to hold it. She winced in pain and distress. Her heart raced like crazy as it pounded pumping more blood to give more oxygen for energy. Poor Ashlynn leaned against the door standing hunched. Ashlynn couldn’t strain her poor tortured urethra muscle. It was so exhausted and drained of energy. From the roller coaster of pain and numbness, it couldn’t obey her command to strain more. "Nnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" She cried out. "I can't do this anymore. I can’t. I just can't." And it came true. Time was up. Her tortured exit dam finally buckled, causing her to spurt jets of her urine. "No nonononononononononononooooooooo (gasp) ......................". Ashlynn's body finally gave way from spurts that lasted half a second, a second, two seconds, three, and at last full-on urination. At last, she was urinating everything that remained built up in her bladder. It all came out as a stream of urination followed by several small streams and droplets striking her thighs and legs pressed together, her feet and shoes, and the floor. Because she kept her legs pressed tightly together, the insides of her legs faced the onslaught of the flood. Her urine sprayed out a like a fire hose. It was a combination of a powerful central stream surrounded by smaller streams and droplets falling outwards. Her central stream drenched the insides of her legs. Rivulets emerged from all around her. It traveled down to her shoes and feet, and the ground. Her shoes were filling up with her urine and traveling down the sites of her shoes. Some of it overfilled from the sides of her shoes. Some rivulets snaked down her thighs to her feet. Some even went down the front or the back, and/or around her legs. Where her stream struck the skin of her thighs splattered as droplets bouncing off in all directions or as smaller streams falling onto the ground. It was a mess that lasted for three and a half minutes. The puddle was huge and some of it stretched outwards as a river traveling away from Ashlynn. By the end of the ordeal her legs were not just sullied but stained with several rivulets and spotted with droplets of her urine. Her urine stream had slowed to a trickle that lasted another two minutes. It slowed from a fast trickle to a medium trickle. Then it slowed to very slow, and then one or two every several seconds. They felt onto the ground, splattering onto her shoes or feet. Some of her rivulets kept traveling down to a point and some droplets did too. She was dripping like crazy. She sobbed against the door because she didn't want this. Not only that, but her evil teacher wasn't going to hear any of it and bring down more h*** upon her. There was nothing she could say about what's happened here. And all because she was denied several times plus being locked in this room by an evil teacher. Who would believe her word against that of a witch like Mrs. Kay? There weren't witnesses. She was all alone. It would be seen as all her fault. And Mr. Calhoun would take the side of her evil precalculus teacher. Just then, she heard the doorknob jiggle. She could hear a voice on the other side and some keys being shuffled. Then, the sound of the doorknob being unlocked and opened. Ashlynn was filled with so much fear and looked away, thinking it was her evil teacher. But instead, it was Vice Principal Shida. What they witnessed was a total shock to them. They looked at the ground and then at Ashlynn. Ashlynn stood there shaking in fear, looking down at the floor. "Ashlynn what happened? What is this?" asked the Vice Principal. Ashlynn couldn't speak. "Ashlynn why were you in here? And with the door locked? And is that pee?" she asked Ashlynn again. Ashlynn couldn't speak. "Miss Avalon, what happened? What is this?" V.P. Shida said. Ashlynn was too afraid. She chose to approach this from a different angle. V.P. Shida remembered the lockdown drill and figured perhaps whoever was the teacher did this. "Ashlynn who was your detention teacher?" Ashlynn stood their silent and afraid. V.P. Shida assured she wasn't in trouble but only if she told her what happened. Ashlynn took a moment before speaking. "It was Mrs. Kay. She wanted to punish me for being late and not always doing well in her class because I work after school, sometimes so late. I asked permission to use the bathroom, but she denied me the use of the bathroom and lunch" "Wait what?" V.P. Shida asked with surprise. "Okay don't worry about ..." V.P. Shida heard a pitter patter and realized it came from Ashlynn. She was urinating again. She tried to stop it, but she couldn't. Again and again Ashlynn tried but her nether region wouldn't budge. "I ... I ... can't stop it. I have been holding it since" but she was cut short by the V.P. "It's okay. I get it. And it's not okay for her to lock a student in any classroom." Her current urination was 20 seconds long by which point now it went to a trickle. Then it went to dripping every second. As with her previous spurts and full-on urination, there was splattering off either her feet or the floor and onto herself. The Vice Principal came back with a roll of paper towel for Ashlynn to wipe herself up. Behind her was the custodian who had to clean up the mess. V.P. Shida understood the situation but asked why Ashlynn wasn’t able to make it. She caught her twice in severe desperation. Ashlynn explained the whole ordeal and why she was denied the bathroom. She did say she didn’t understand why she was so desperate. She felt something was wrong. She has felt desperate before but always had a chance to urinate. This time was unnatural and so unbelievably bad. Just then Mr. Calhoun and Mrs. Kay came in only to see this spectacle. "So now she can't even hold her pee. Juusssst wonderful! Absolutely ridiculous. I am dealing with an infant." Mrs. Kay said. "Mrs. Kay you have fault for this! You knew this student was in danger of having an accident and you choose to lock her inside this classroom. Abhorrent! I had to unlock the door to see who was in was inside. No student is to be left unattended during any emergency drill. Period! Mrs. Kay-“ V.P. Shida was cut off by Mr. Calhoun. "This student has been nothing but disrespectful and now I see she did this?". The Vice Principal was surprised by his position. "Excuse me this door was locked and lord knows how long. And you mean to tell me she is at fault for this?" "IS SOMEONE GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ... THIS ... THIS ...... I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO CALL HER!" Mrs. Kay shouted. V.P. Shida replied “You mean a student who hasn’t been able to urinate under your watch and also went without lunch? This is unacceptable. I knew you had anger issues but this is enough! Mr. Calhoun, I did find this young girl in here by herself. No one was here with her and during the whole lockdown drill. Who does this? Why was Mrs. Kay not here? You said she had been disciplining a student. By now, the detention should be over and it’s passed her school schedule for being in this building. How is this possible?" But Mrs. Kay already began berating Ashlynn in a fit of rage. She even spilled her guts about locking Ashlynn inside this classroom as part of her punishment to teach her a lesson. She even claimed Mr. Calhoun would take her side to take further action against Ashlynn. V.P. Shida interrupted and told Mrs. Kay “Mrs. Kay back off. You need to calm down.” Mrs. Kay thundered back “I WILL NOT REST UNTIL SHE IS CORRECTED AND CORRECTED SEVERELY!”. V.P. Shida couldn’t believe what she heard and the context of this. She turned to Ashlynn. “Miss Avalon you’re done here and I’m taking you to the nurse’s office. Mrs. Kay, we’re finished.” Mrs. Kay turned beet red and attempted to put Ashlynn back in her seat. Mr. Calhoun stopped Mrs. Kay. “That’s enough. Don’t touch another student. You’re done here.” Mrs. Kay lost all control and had no say at all whatsoever. It was 2:15 pm and Ashlynn was examined by Nurse Talia's office. Ashlynn got a chance to explain her circumstance and was allowed to use the bathroom for getting cleaned up. Ashlynn didn't have a change of clothes on her and needed a friend to get her clothes from the gymnasium locker rooms. Luckily, her best friend Octavia was called down to retrieve them for Ashlynn while she showered in the bathroom inside Nurse Talia's office. Her skirt and shoes were put into a garbage bag and put next to Ashlynn's book bag. Octavia brought some gym pants, sneakers, and socks. Octavia was allowed to wait outside the office to take Ashlynn home. During her shower Ashlynn did urinate for a few seconds. But Nurse Talia told her it was fine. Not to mention, Avana called the main office of the school. She couldn't call Ashlynn by cell phone thanks to Mrs. Kay. Although it was during work hours, she felt she had to call the school. She was able to leave early stating it was an emergency. Ashlynn would eventually get her phone back thanks to the Vice Principal. Avana’s phone call was transferred to V.P. Shida and Nurse Talia. They explained what happened to her daughter, which only led to Avana turning beet red too. She did her best to remain calm for the sake of her daughter but didn’t hesitate to express the appall in her heart about the numerous times her daughter wasn’t allowed to use the bathrooms, especially by Mrs. Kay. However, she did explain what caused Ashlynn to have to urinate so badly. Avana was glad the school was taking action against Mrs. Kay. But this wouldn’t stand and considered removing her daughter from this high school. After about 20 minutes, Ashlynn finished her shower and dried herself off. She proceeded to get dressed into her gym clothes and walked out of the bathroom. However, again she felt an urge to urinate and immediately sat on the toilet. Her urethra muscles were too tired to contract, and she couldn’t hold it. Once outside, Ashlynn was greeted by her friend Octavia. Octavia was dying to see her this whole time. Ashlynn wanted to go home immediately, but them she remembered she needed to get notes from some of her classmates from some of her classes. Octavia assured her it was better to do it tomorrow. Octavia drove her home and helped Ashlynn to her bed. Octavia said her good-byes and went for her job place. Ashlynn already called in sick to her manager. A couple of hours later she was awoken by her mother Avana. "Ash it's me. I heard what happened in school and I'm so sorry for what happened?" Ashlynn didn't want to talk about it. She felt a dampness between her legs and removed the covers to find out. She noticed her crotch area had a dark spot. The odor smelled of urine. She urinated in her clothes again which meant another shower. Ashlynn was in no mood, but she had to get up for dinner. She got cleaned up and put on .... well she didn't have anything else. She had only one pair of jeans and a short sleeve shirt. She didn't have much in the way of pajamas, shorts, shirts, lingerie, and only one pair of shirt and skirt for school. You see with all the working late and very little time, the Avalon women didn't get much time for laundry unless they stayed up really late. That means risking poor work performance and perhaps a car accident. It is why this morning, both mother and daughter took a quick shower and put on what they had left. This morning and the whole day Ashlynn spurted easily onto herself for this reason. She didn't have any undergarments for between her legs. She went commando because of this. It is the spectacle the senior named Eugene saw. Mrs. Kay was fired and never returned to the school. Also, the Tri-Royalty Brigade were expelled, and Mr. Calhoun stepped down as school principal. Kirika Shida became the acting school principal with Ms. Reynolds as acting Vice Principal. Octavia Starr, Gretchen Grayson, and a few others ran for class president. In the end, Gretchen won the election and ran things her way with Octavia as her advisor. At the end of the school year, Gretchen confessed her respect for Octavia's courage and intelligence. And she learned to respect a certain rule and policy, as well as talking things out. Ashlynn suffered from incontinence for the next few days after her ordeal. She never allowed herself to be in this situation ever again and finished her 12th grade education with a B-.
  9. View File Pissing in the park This video has 3 girls desperately peeing in the park in different scenarios. The first girl desperate to pee sits on a bench and has to wait for people passing by to leave before pulling her panties to the side to pee. The second girl tries to get some much needed relief on a pathway but has to stop mid stream and wait for people passing by to leave before she can fully empty her bladder. The third girl tries peeing in the bushes but has to quickly get up and look for a more private place. As she searches for another place she loses control and wets herself. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 01/09/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  10. Summary: A female high school student arrives home the next morning bursting for the bathroom. However, she finds herself locked out and her mother awake in the house. She tried to find a way inside without being seen to no avail. Eventually, her desperation wins out and she can't hold it anymore. Main plot: It was 7 am on a Saturday morning in June. The birds chirped in anticipation for their breakfast and what the day has to offer. The sun was already up brightening the aqua-colored morning sky. The clouds were the usual spread of various shapes and sizes plastered across the morning sky. The weather was peaceful and calm as the gentle winds caressed the vegetation. The waters nearby were just as peaceful meeting the shore without making a single noise. The flowers bloomed and the trees covered on their leafy coatings while dropping pollen for the growth of new trees. It was a peaceful morning amongst the residence of Noxbille Village. Most were sound asleep while others got ready for the weekend day. There was no need to awake just yet as the day awakened slowly. But some people were returning home in a hurry as soon as possible. A wild party occurred last night which raged on for hours until everyone crashed due to being drunk and tired. Many now suffered from fatigue and low blood sugar while others were just tired. A few vomited while others tried to get a sense of where they were. Those that realized what time it was for school or work hurried off or tried to but couldn't get far. One such partygoer was 18-year old Elissandra Alderidge. Currently, Elissandra was in a frenzied state of mind trying to work through the immediate issues plaguing her at the moment. Elissandra awoke very late and was now trying to come home without being seen. She knew if her mother caught her, she would be punished for life. Elissandra planned on leaving by midnight but she was enjoying the party way too much. Plus, Elissandra ended up with a boy and spent the night in bed with him. When she awoke and viewed the time on her phone (6 am), Elissandra immediately jumped out of bed and called for an Uber using app. It was 15-minute wait just for an Uber to show. Once, the driver showed up, she hopped inside the car and told the Uber driver to get her home asap. Elissandra didn't want to explain to her mother why she was out and where, let alone what she was doing. And worse off, she did those things in a very sexy, racy outfit. She knew her mother, always about responsibility and good morals instead of with boys and sneaking out. Her mother Moira was a single mother struggling to make ends meet and heavily relied on her children obtaining good grades in school. Elissandra had a younger brother in middle school. He like to pick on his sister and annoy her. In front of their mother, he would come off as an angel but behind her back be an annoying runt of a brother. If he was awake too, he could catch her and as usual tattle on her to their mother for selfish reasons. (Her dress is as shown below): (The top as depicted in the top image and the skirt depicted in the last two images. The thin undergarment in the fourth image and the strappy shoes from the last image on the bottom. She got these from one of her friends from school. She smuggled them into her home via her backpack. She stashed it underneath some of her clothes in the closet.) It was a 45-minute drive home from the location of the wild party and she desperately wanted to come home. She didn't just want to avoid being seen, but also wanted two things. One was to plop on her bed and sleep for the whole day. She didn't care if she never woke up at all. She figured if anyone asked, her response was illness or exhaustion from studying for exams. The other thing she wanted was to take a massive pee into her toilet. She drank way too much punch and indulged in too much beer. Elissandra was in a whole new world and in a world of her own. She was loving the party nightlife that she forgot to ditch the party and come home while her family was asleep. In addition to the partying, she was having a blast being free and wild with a boy she liked. Elissandra threw caution to the wind and allowed the boy to deposit a few times inside her. Elissandra was enjoying herself for the first time since she was a child in elementary school. Her mother was always pushing her to do better and restricting her from hanging out with the other school children, dating boys, and having time to herself. She always had to babysit her annoying brother and take on more responsibilities due to their mother being single. Last night, she unwound and felt on top of the world. And being with the boy she liked was amazing. For once, she hot to know what's sex and how it works. Of course, she asked him to be nice and respectful which the boy was. And they both didn't care for anything pornographic but they enjoyed the final climaxing of sex. But now she wanted nothing more than to forget the night and take a big piss. She was holding in two huge payloads. And she was afraid of having to tell her mother she was now pregnant. And she didn't want to marry for the sake of a baby. Furthermore, she wanted to take a headache reliever immediately. During the drive home she looked out the window every so often hoping and pleading for her home to show up already. She desperately wanted to get home without being seen. In her mind, she pleaded with the powers that be to ensure everything aligned a certain way. "Please let my family be asleep please let them be asleep. O where is it where is my house?". Moira was usually an early bird but sometimes she slept late, and so did her brother Brady. If she woke up and noticed she wasn't home forget it. Oh how would never be allowed to live it down for being so deviant. And lord knows if her brother would find out. He would never live it down as he loved whaling on her. And let's not forget the house cat named Gertrude. Gertrude might as well be the guard cat to signal when something was wrong. One time Elissandra went to get a midnight snack and the cat growled at her. It scratched her then woke up her mother. The Moira was so annoyed and took it out on Elissandra. Brady knew how to make Getrude back off. He could get away with lots of things. But this time it was her turn to get away with something. At the same time, she was cursing for not using the bathroom. "I should've gone to the bathroom but time was running out and it looked like garbage." The ride home was a killer. She kept her hands in her crotch as the urge to go kept surging and throbbing. It came and went quickly, and each time the urge came back it came back just a little stronger. Elissandra scrunched her face, worriedly looked out the window to see if her house came into view. The desperation of her lower region was so bad her mind was being flooded with neurotransmitters galore. Everything about her from her face to her feet spelled frantic. She knocked both her knees together every second, shifted around her seat, shook both her legs up and down rapidly, and even wrapped one leg around the other and vice versa. All of it was done to curb this terrible urge but to no avail. At one point, she asked the driver to go a little faster but the driver stated he could get pulled over if he did. This only made Elissandra more agitated and added to her frantic behavior. She wished she could just teleport back home but no one was an X-Man. (P.S.: Please pardon the change in text size. I don't know how to fix it. I will finish the rest of the story. I hoped you liked my last two pee fiction entries from last month and like this one.)
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    This video has 3 girls desperately peeing in the park in different scenarios. The first girl desperate to pee sits on a bench and has to wait for people passing by to leave before pulling her panties to the side to pee. The second girl tries to get some much needed relief on a pathway but has to stop mid stream and wait for people passing by to leave before she can fully empty her bladder. The third girl tries peeing in the bushes but has to quickly get up and look for a more private place. As she searches for another place she loses control and wets herself. Enjoy
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  12. 呃,我曾经在一个网站上看到一个女生尿,她憋着尿的姿势真的很好,可惜那个网站不是完整版的…… 今天我在另一个网站上找到了完整版,我很兴奋,因为我终于可以看到她的完整版了。 当我看到完整版的时候,我很不舒服,因为她脱了内裤没有湿,二来我的释放量非常小,大约有十次…… 如果你想看看她的容貌,我很想把这个视频出现在你身上。 女孩撒尿.mp4
  13. "Come on move it damn it! Move!" cried Constance while blaring her horn. She shuffled in her seat constantly as her anxiety and frantic behavior rose. She was in a hurry, desperate and severely so. But her protests fell on deaf ears by the traffic light ever determined to stay red for Constance while allowing the perpendicular traffic right of way. Today Constance was in a hurry to meet a client all while holding her ever growing ocean of gold. Her bladder was contracting and imposing its will to release the payload downwards, against her tortured exit pee hole. It quivered as it tried to hold back the ever growing ocean. The pressure and pain was felt ever more with each passing second. The waves of desperation becoming unbearable and all she wanted was relief. This whole week she had been forced to take on more clients and over time due to the influx of new people to the area. Plus, the workplace building was undergoing renovations and only one bathroom was available. And since she was the best real estate agent at her firm, she was being sent on numerous assignments by the higher ups seeking to make a killing this month. Clients were asking for the best of the best. Who better than Constance, the best in the county. She enjoyed being trusted and reliable but now that fame was overworking her. She barely had any time to greet and talk with her trusty maid. Gayle always showed up at an empty house this week. She did her job as required but she felt a little nervous about being inside such a quiet home. Life just went on as usual. But for now, Constance was in a major rush. Her heart raced and sweat emerged from her forehead, her face turning rosy red, and scrunching from trying to hold it in. She blared her horn for the light turn green a dew more times, shifting around her seat, shuffling her left foot back and forth. The pain was uncomfortable. Every time she went to go for the bathroom, her boss intercepted or called her for another rush job to meet a prospective client. All of them were urgent and had to be seen on the double. There was no room for stopping for even a moment. The company reputation was on the line. And since she was the best, she HAD to go see the client and the property in question. This whole week specifically was a killer on her both physically and mentally. Sometimes, she had to stay up with coffee or soda, crashed in the middle of the night, then awake bursting to use the bathroom in the morning (not go for the whole day), drink lots of coffee to stay awake plus more insisted upon by her boss to be in 100%++ shape, and only go once she came back to the office at last, or when she came home, just spurting in her undergarment. Yesterday, she came home running to her front door, struggling to properly open it, and becoming more antsy with the door, started to spurt jets of her golden nectar. She struggled a bit more until she opened it, ran inside and finally undid her pants and sat on the toilet (all while spurting more jets of her piss until fully on the toilet seat by which she had already began urinating a small stream) and relaxed herself. It was spraying out what was the pressure inside a fire hose. She felt so drained and hated this feeling. She felt overworked and tired. Even after explaining to her boss, it didn't change anything. She couldn't understand why her boss was putting her on over over drive. He did pay the over time of course but that wasn't the point. And of course she cleaned up the mess on the toilet seat and the floor, followed by a shower. She left her damaged panties and work trousers neatly folded with a sticky note for Gayle. Afterwards, she began eating dinner but midway, she got a call to meet with another client. It was as another closing which pissed her off. She tried to explain to her boss it was passed her work schedule but her boss vehemently insisted she go and he couldn't take back his word to the client. She was booked for this and had to go. Her dinner wasn't even half done and now she had to go back to work. The closing was another 3 hours by which point she was tired and didn't even change her clothes. She went straight to bed when she returned home. The next morning she awoke very late and had to get to work. She washed up, flossed and brushed her teeth, quickly brushed her hair, and ran out the door. She drove 15 miles passed the speed limit and arrived 10 minutes late to work. Her boss was furious but said he would talk about it later. Right now she had to meet with a client at the client's house. Constance tried to ask for the bathroom but her boss didn't get a chance to speak. He hurried her over to her car, shoved some paperwork with an address and name, and the key to the house. She was to meet the client in an hour and the drive was two hours away. The client was returning from a business trip and set to return in an hour too. The client was a well respected member of the top richest residence and expected the very best. He was also friends with the man who ran the real estate agency firm Constance worked at. That being her boss. She tried to get in one word about taking a trip to the bathroom but alas her boss made it clear bathroom breaks were off limits until the client was satisfied. So Constance made the drive making good time driving at 80 miles per hour on the freeway. She bypassed the rush hour morning traffic and took the exit for the client's home. But after 2 minutes she encountered traffic galore and every traffic light she approached turned red. Each time it turned red it took forever to turn green. One after another was a traffic light turning red, or drivers slowing down traffic for making a turn or allowing traffic to enter the turnpike. For Constance it was maddening. She was now bursting even more now. When she awoke she didn't make a trip to the bathroom and at work she didn't get a chance too. Her boss did have her drink another large coffee and the strongest ones ever to keep her awake. But that coffee was now starting to affect her already bursting bladder. Currently, Constance remained stationary at a traffic light behind a bus for disabled elderly and shifting around in her seat while fighting her urge to go, and still another 10 miles away. But the turnpike was crowded now and she was behind the bus which road at a slow speed to arrive at each and every pick up. This was going to be a doosey. She blared her horn to make the light turn green put of frustration and desperation. The traffic from the perpendicular avenue had right of way and spent two minutes going in both directions. Each and every second that passed was torture for her as she witnessed the traffic able to move while she was forced to remain stationary. Her mind was flooded signals about relief. Suddenly, the perpendicular traffic came to a stop and now the traffic making a left turn had right of way but her and other traffic waiting to move forward still couldn't move. This was agonizing. "Damn light turn-ohnononononoogawdno!" Constance cried out inside her car. After 30 seconds, the light turned red, then green. Finally, the traffic could move. But the bus in front didn't move yet as a passenger was getting. Other cars behind kept blaring their horn but the bus driver didn't budge. After 29 seconds, the bus began to move and Constance followed right behind. Her heart raced along with her mind to get to the property and take a toilet break. It was only another 30 minutes away but she had 15 minutes left. She overtook the bus driver and picked up speed. Luckily no cops were around. She sped past several stores, homes, and traffic lights. No one stood in her way now. Fast forward 12 minutes later, she was almost at the intersection to make a left. However, another obstacle appeared. It came in the form of a huge moving truck. She came to a screeching stop and she blared her horn to make the trucker move. The trucker moved clever so slowly. Constance was on the verge of having an accident as she was fighting a wave of desperation that wouldn't go away and fighting to hold it back wasn't working. All that coffee was now making itself known pounding on the exit door for freedom. Constance couldn't take it anymore. "Moveitmoveitmoveit!" she cried like a school girl. She had to go so badly. The trucker finally made the turn and Constance made the right speeding down the street to the client's house. "Whereisitwhereisitwhereis-ah here it is!". Outside was the property of 400 Gates Boulevard. It was a huge mansion with Corinthian pillars made of pure white, surrounded by a wash of navy blue for the shingles covering the outside. The windows were a marvelous clear, transparent material that displayed the design of the curtains covering them. The client was a very private person. She got out, taking the key to the property, and made her way to the front door. She hobbled while running to the front door, trying to stay dry. At one point, she stopped and held her crotch which she never did in her life. Not even in her youth or as a child. She bobbed up and down, then stopped while gritting her teeth as she squinted her eyes closed to fight off the urge to pee. She had to go and now, and waiting wasn't an option. She couldn't wait. She just couldn't wait. Her exit hole was about to burst open under the pressure. She had to act fast. She sucked in air and contracted her muscles to hold it in. She made her way to the front door, and attempted to put the key into the door key hole. As she put it inside, she noticed resistance. "What?" Constance thought. She giggled the key in the hole but it didn't move further nor come out so easily. It dawned on her the key didn't fit. But how was this possible she wondered. Her boss gave the key and certainly he wouldn't give the wrong key, or did he. Constance became even more annoyed and called her boss. She took her phone shakily from her pocket, opened her phone screen, opened up the contacts app, clicked on her boss and called his number. "Hello yes I'm a-at the p-property for one ... Mr. Jameson. The k-key doesn't fit in the doorknob-" She was cut short by her boss. "I was just about to call you and tell you the client handed us the wrong key. Unfortunately the client has it somewhere inside the house." Constance was flabbergasted and more annoyed. The client didn't even give the right key to the house? How is the person supposed to get inside? Her boss continued. "The client changed the locks a few days ago due to a burglary and gave us the wrong key by mistake. Also, the client said he was going to be late due to traffic at the freeway. He is on his way within 20 minutes. So just sit there and wait for him!" Just as Constance was about to ask for the bathroom, her boss said he would be in a two-hour meeting and would have his phone turned off. Then he hung up. Constance cried "Wait!" But it was too late. He was off the phone. She was left stranded and bursting. She was about to have a pissing accident and it couldn't be stopped once the flood was unleashed. Constance threw her phone in anger and went back to her car. She couldn't believe it. The wrong key was given to her and now she was in the middle of waiting for the client. This person could show up anytime and if she left for the bathroom while he showed up forget it. Plus, if he showed up she could use his bathroom quickly. She waited for the next several minutes hoping he would show up so she could take a piss. She needed it so badly and sitting down wasn't enough for relief. She shuffled her feet and rocked back and forth in her seat. She hadn't felt this desperate in her life. Not even that time she was locked out from her bedroom and almost struck by lightning was she this desperate.
  14. Prologue, context Giang Huynh, or Jan, as she likes to be called, is a freshman in college. She was born in Vietnam, but immigrated to America when she was too young to remember. Growing up, she was a bit of a troublemaker. She barely got into college due to all the antics she was up to during her high school years. It’s safe to say that Jan could be considered attractive. Both conventionally, stylewise, and personality wise. She’s an extremely sociable girl who makes friends with just about anyone she talks to. Though she loved being part of large gatherings and social circles, she loved using class, and her apartment just off campus as her little me-time hideaways. She always sat in the somewhat unpopulated rear of the lecture hall, after all. However, unbeknownst to everyone around her, Giang had a side to her she swore to never show. Beneath her peppy, socially harmless exterior, she held multiple strange, obsessive fetishes that lead to her leading two lifestyles at the same time. In one, she projected the appearance of a quirky, cheery, people pleaser girl. I’m the other, she lived in constant agony to feed her masochistic desires. She lived a double entendre. Her clothes were not light just for looks. Chap 1. Rationing and Retaining Giang sat in the back of the class as usual, her patience being tested. She had spent the last week making plans with a bunch of her friends. Her day would pan out something like this; 7:00 AM - 12:00 PM - Classes 12:15 PM - 1:00 PM - Coffee with Paige 1:15 PM - 2:45 PM - Boba tea with Ana 3:00 PM - 6:30 PM - Mall trip with the group 6:30 PM - 9:30 PM - Dinner with the group Giang knew that such a plan would be completely impossible for her bladder to survive. Despite her forcing it to stretch and expand to accommodate her desire to hold more urine, her bladder, especially at its current state, would already be at its capacity before she reached the coffee shop. She had thought of a proper solution though. She had come up with the idea to pee in small increments to keep her safe just long enough that she could pass it off as regular bathroom breaks. Her plan was foolproof, Giangproof, even. Despite her distracting discomfort from her bladder, she still smiled to herself, knowing tonight would play out flawlessly. Giang sat with her legs doubly crossed, and both her hands knifed deeply in her crotch. She wore a white suspender skirt over a white frilly tube top, white nylons, and a pair of white over-the-knee socks. She had a comically large white bow in her hair, the ribbons from it ran to her calves. She looked at the clock on her laptop, 11:57 AM. Just about time to leave. She took a second to mentally prepare, she was certainly at her limit. All she had to do was make it to the bathroom before all of the other girls jammed it up, and act as natural as possible doing it. Easy. She stood up with utmost confidence, her bladder was so bloated that it propped the font of her skirt up a little, much to her amusement. Standing up had sent chills, sweats, numbness, and pain through Giang’s entire body, a feeling she had long become used to. She slid her laptop in to her handbag, and kept up her composure all the way to the door. She checked her watch while stealthily clasping her thighs together. Right as she checked it, the bell rang. She marched out of the classroom, and almost jogged her way to the bathroom. Luckily, she had made it in time to steal the last stall. Closing the stall door was like closing the door to a fallout shelter while hordes of hopeless refugees cry and beg to be let in. Giang pulled her stockings and underwear down, and let out just enough to feel somewhat more confident. Good. She swiftly turned around and opened her bag. She had a change of clothes for her night out this afternoon. She began to change into her new outfit. A pair of white high-waisted dolphin shorts, a white lacy bra, a pair of white thigh high socks with garters to stretch them up, and a pair of white 14cm pumps to replace her casual sneakers. She opted out of wearing underwear, because she wanted the extra risk of a leak being seen if she had one. She ran her hands over her bladder bulge. It hadn’t gotten any smaller, just a little less firm. She felt warm and fuzzy all over, aroused by the feeling of all her pee pooled up inside her. Giang picked up all her stuff, and promptly left the stall. The coffee shop wasn’t far, she could already see it just down the road. Giang considered what she should do. Logically, she shouldn’t have anything considering her bladder was already stretched and in severe pain. But her desire for a worse time was greater than her social obligation to not be a weirdo, so she already knew what to have. She heard the fast stomping of combat boots, and turned around, and saw Paige frantically sprinting towards her. “Oh my god, am I late? I must be so late! Ohh, I’m so sorry, I think I got my schedule wrong.” She complained as she approached. “No, no, you aren’t late.” Giang consoled, “We’re actually ten minutes early.” Giang always used an extremely high pitched, somewhat whispery voice to sell the idea that she was a living anime character. Paige sighed and bent over, exhausted from running. She used Giang as a support since the two had such a height difference. Paige wore a dark green thick knit sweater tucked into a pair of oversized jean shorts, black nylon stockings, and a pair of black combat boots. “Hoo.. That’s good, that's good.” She stood up and pulled up her shorts. “Let’s go, I am craving coffee so bad right now.” They went in the store, and after a surprisingly short wait in line, went up to order. “I’ll have an iced triple espresso, trenta.” Said Paige. “Could I please get whatever tastes the most vanilla like? Extra vanilla, Decaf please. Medium” Giang ordered. The thought of fluid immediately made Giang’s bladder fight back with multiple strong waves of intense pain. Giang was more than used to it, her bladder had been just like this every single day for years. Giang stood with Paige, waiting for their coffees. “I love your outfit today, slaying the look with the all white, tall socks.” Paige commented. “Thank you so much, I really like your outfit too.” Giang responded. They continued making small talk for a minute until their drinks came out. Once they got their drinks, they left the coffee shop to go walk around on campus. Giang took a sip of the coffee, and just as it hit her tongue, her bladder reacted with an incredibly sharp pain pulsing through her body, it felt like she was being stabbed all over. Still, she maintained composure and kept herself proper. Despite the somewhat chilly environment outside, the stress of her hold was causing her to sweat a little. “Hey Jan, I also have some time open tomorrow, if you want to come after class.” Giang nodded and hummed affirmatively. She noticed that her drink was almost empty. Had she been walking for that long? She didn't remember drinking this much of her drink. She checked her watch, it was already 12:50. “Oh my goodness!” Giang exclaimed. “I'm gonna be late for my appointment!” Paige looked confused, “Really? I hope I didn’t keep you for too long! You really shouldn’t be late.” Giang started jogging towards the boba place, quickly drinking the last of her beverage. She turned back for a second and waved at Paige. “See ya tomorrow!” she exclaimed. While Giang walked to the boba place, she reflected upon her bladder. She had decided to stop using the bathroom when she felt the need to pee some time after dinner the night before. She stayed awake all night, feeling as her bladder filled up. She then spent the whole time at school retaining her urine. Years of holding had gotten her well equipped against her bladder, and she was ready to abuse it to no extent today. “Good afternoon, Jan.” Whispered Ana. Giang looked around, seeing a girl dressed in what seemed to be an incredibly elaborate victorian era dress in all black. Along with it, she wore an extremely tight corset, a pair of long leather gloves, a black bride’s veil over her eyes, and behind her, and a black hat with a rim large enough to shade most of her exposed skin, which would just be her shoulders, neck, face, and some of her upper chest. Ana is quite the character, she is as mysterious as she is gorgeous. Her skin looked bleached, albino, a perfect paper white. She never spoke louder than a murmur, and the distinct tapping wherever she walked implied she wore ballerina shoes, and only walked on the very tips of her toes. Giang held her hand out for a hand shake, Ana grabbed it, slid her veil out of the way, and kissed Giang’s hand. “It is such a pleasure to see you here. It has been so long since I last went out, so I greatly appreciate the invite.” Giang smiled, not phased by Ana’s strange mannerisms. “I’m happy you decided to come.” The boba place, being farther off campus, was nowhere near as packed. The two ordered their drinks, and Giang walked to a seat. Ana shook her head. “I’m sorry, Jan, I cannot sit today, this dress was not made for that. Giang looked surprised. “All day?” “Yes, I must stand the whole day, but don’t dwell on it, we only have a short time to enjoy our tea before we must part.” At that very moment, Giang went into conversational autopilot. Her consciousness, self, and soul had been dragged into a different state. She was suddenly hot with the sudden stab of her bladder as she took her first sip of the tea. She held her handbag in front of her crotch to stealthily use her hand to assist holding. She was sweating a little more than before, and despite the fact that she was smiling, nodding, and could feel her lips giving proper, thought out responses to Ana’s conversation, she herself had gone completely deaf. And felt nothing but agony from her incredibly strained bladder. Giang continued pressing her urethra. She awkwardly shifted her weight where she stood, and could never stay perfectly still, always moving her hips or fumbling her handbag a little. Was this what happened during the coffee meetup? She didn’t know. Her bladder kept trying to discourage her from holding and drinking with more and more sharp, pulsating pains, but it was nullified, since she only felt pleasure from pain. Giang finished her tea, and Ana waved goodbye, much to Giang’s confusion. Giang then checked her watch. It was already 2:40! At least this time, she wasn’t late. She tossed the empty cup in a nearby trash can, and began her way towards the mall. Giang stopped immediately and held her hand to her bladder, bulging more than it had before. The weight of all of the fluids in her had made her feel much more sluggish and heavy, walking at her normal pace would be strenuous and tiring. Giang stepped forward, and began walking at a fraction of her normal pace. Even then, her bladder felt like a bowling ball held up by a rubber band. It heaved up and down and made anything it touched ache. She held one hand under her bladder bulge, admiring it like a pregnant belly. Suddenly, her high heel got stuck in a sidewalk gap, and she rolled her ankle. When she caught herself from falling, she let out a spurt into her shorts. It not only caused a noticeable, dark wet spot, but shot through her shorts with such incredible pressure, that when it hit the ground, the upsplash darkened her socks around the ankles. It was at this moment that she realized she needed to find a way to release more pressure immediately, because there was no way she could make it home, let alone the mall without wetting herself. Giang frantically looked around, was anyone looking? By some measure of luck, the street was empty of both pedestrians, and cars. Not a person in sight. She was split, should she wet herself more? Or should she find a place to pee? She weighed the pros and cons of each option. On one hand, if she wet herself, she would have huge wet spots on her shorts and stockings, but would most likely not smell like anything due to how watered down her urine is, plus, it would most likely dry before she got to the mall. If she peed somewhere, there would be no cons. She looked around again, nobody. She took off her heels, placed them beside her, and crossed her legs tightly to ensure her stockings weren’t safe. Slowly, she put both of her hands on her bladder. It felt like a ball of solid steel, even her skin had been stretched to the point where it was solid, and had no give. She breathed in heavily, and simultaneously pushed her pee out, and pressed on her bladder as hard as she could with both hands. A jet of pee shot out of her with unimaginable force. Everything that could have possibly been wettened by it, was. She used her hand to cover her urethra and stop peeing after about 5 seconds, and quickly put her heels back on. Realization dawned upon Giang. How could she be so stupid?! There may have not been anyone here, but there was a whole city’s worth of people that could see her after this! She quickly covered her face with both of her hands, and fell to the ground, struggling to not cry. She kept looking around to make sure nobody was around her, and still, the street was empty. It was at that moment that she realized she still had a change of clothes in her bag. She unzipped it and looked inside. Perfect. She could wear this, run to the mall as fast as she could now that her bladder was taken care of, and then wait for it to dry, just in time for her appearance to her friend group. Right in the middle of the empty street, Giang stripped down completely, and changed into her previous outfit, she swapped her heels for sneakers, and after being dressed, she pointed herself in the direction of the mall, and ran like hell. Luckily, years of Giang holding unyieldingly all the time led to her inevitably training herself to keep a full bladder steady, even when she played her high school sports. Giang still plays all sorts of sports in her off time, including, but not limited to; basketball, baseball, soccer, volleyball, and golf. After only a few minutes of running, she had already made it to the mall. She went into the bathroom, and into the disability stall. She took her wet clothes from her bag, and began drying them off under the electric air dryer. Her bladder felt like shattered glass rustling around in her body whenever she looked at the toilet right behind her. It didn’t take long before the clothes were dry enough for the wetness to not be visible. They still felt wet to the touch, but they were certainly wearable. Giang’s phone rang, it was Paige. Giang’s friends had arrived at the mall. Giang declined the call and texted Paige to let her know she was already there. Giang changed as quickly as she could, and calmly walked out of the bathroom like nothing had ever happened. The bathroom hallway was perpendicular to the food court, so she could see her friend group standing in the dining area. She waved at the group, Paige saw her and waved back. “Aww, you got to use the bathroom? Lucky..” Paige lamented, to Giang’s visible confusion. “Why don’t you just go, then?” “I never use public bathrooms, they’re nasty.” Giang shrugged in agreement, even though she never used any bathrooms. “Ugh.. That iced coffee is gonna make me pee my pants.” She mumbled, followed by a short giggle. “Oh well. Life’s life.” Paige bent over a little again and again. She also casually stood with her legs crossed, swaying her upper body side to side a little. Giang was very attentive. Though Paige was a very intelligent girl, she was a very careless klutz herself, and rarely ever planned ahead in the short term. This was the first time it had come back to bite her in a language Giang understood, though. The group, besides Paige and Giang, was all huddled up, discussing something. They suddenly split apart. “Guys, let’s all split up and go shopping separately. We’ll get back together at 6:20 sharp to start going to the restaurant.” A girl announced. Everyone nodded at this, and people began assembling into little groups and quickly leaving to go to shops. This soon left Paige and Giang as the only two girls of the group in the food court. “Is the bathroom nasty? I might go..” Paige asked “It was fucking rancid.” Responded Giang. Paige groaned in annoyance, “Fuuck.. I have to pee so bad.” “Don’t worry about it.” Giang assured Paige. “By the way, can you give me a ride home?” Paige seemed distracted by this, and nodded, smiling. “Of course! Oh- and I gotta get new nylons. I ripped a bunch of mine.” Giang nodded, and held out her hand. Paige took it, and they walked together to the shop Paige needed to visit. Paige hunched forward a little as she walked. Her breathing was a little bit nervous, and it was obvious that her bladder was bothering her a lot. They walked in to the store, and towards the left wall, where the nylon tights were. Paige stood cross-legged, twisty, and a little bent as she picked a few packages off the racks. “What shade should I get?” She inquired. Giang thought about it for a second, “Get both. Wear the lighter ones over the winter, and darker ones in the summer.” “Okay, that’s a good idea.” “Oh, and you need to get stockings with garters!” Giang exclaimed. “Where? I will buy them right now if you can find them.” Giang shrugged, so Paige began walking around, still hunched over a little. Eventually, they found the aisle where such garments were. Paige got a bunch of them, some solid, some transparent, some lacy, and a few fishnetted. At the checkout line, Paige asked the cashier if the store had an employee’s only bathroom, to which he broke the news that he used the mall’s restrooms. Paige thanked him for his assistance, her voice shaky. Giang suggested looking at some shoes, to which Paige instantly agreed. It seemed she was trying to make it look like her bladder wasn’t bothering her. Giang tried out all sorts of crazy tall high heels, while Paige tried on combat boots, platformers combat boots, and heeled combat boots. In the end, Giang bought a pair of closed foot white 15cm heels, and Paige bought some 12cm platformed combat boots. They left to go to the restaurant early, and sat at a bench while they waited for the reservation to open. “Oh my god… I have to pee, I have to pee!” Paige sobbed quietly, “there’s four hours before I get home and I’m gonna pee my pants!” Paige sat with her legs doubly crossed, and bouncing, both her hands were covering her face as she cried. Giang ran her fingers through Paige’s hair, and consoled her. “Shhh.. Calm down, you’re strong, you can make it.” She said, “Chin up, the others are coming now.” Paige gasped, and both of her hands shot into her crotch. Sure enough, when they both got up, Giang could see a little dark spot towards the front of her shorts. She held Paige’s hand as they walked in. Paige looked pale, and terrified. Her hand shook a little. The two sat beside each other, still holding hands. A waitress walked up to the table, clipboard in hand. “Can I get you all something to drink?” She asked. Paige seemingly immediately forgot about her current state, “I’ll have a tea, sweetened, no ice.” She ordered. Giang nudged her head towards Paige, “Ill have what she’s having.” Giang immediately pulled her phone out, and began to text Paige. “Are you doing alright?” She asked over text. Paige felt her phone vibrate, and pulled it out. “I think I’m going to pee my pants” she responded, “like right now” Giang seemingly ignored Paige’s cry of dispair, and tried to distract her, “I love your outfit so much” She texted. “Thank you I got the sweater last week” “You should wear the nylon tights more often, they look really good” “Thank you, I would but this is my only pair” “Let’s get you some more. Are you free tomorrow?” “I’m always free” “Nice” Paige takes a large gulp of her tea, but then quickly begins pressing down tightly with one hand on her shorts where her urethra would be. She calmly puts her phone down, freeing up her other hand which she then used to press harder. Giang noticed the dark spot in Paige’s shorts growing substantially, albeit slowly. It spread to her tights, causing them to become shiny and reflective. They were already partially through their meal, and Paige had finished her drink. The waitress returned with a refill that Paige immediately started drinking. Paige quickly picked up her phone in a panic, and started texting Giang frantically. “Jan if i don’t stop drinking im going to pee all over myself” “Stop drinking then.” Giang responded Paige laughed audibly, then texted Giang, “I would but im so thirsty” Giang sent a shrugging emoji, Paige sent a crying emoji in response. “It hurts so much I have to pee so bad” Paige texted, before downing half of her tall glass of tea. “We are leaving soon so you can get home” Paige nodded, and slipped her phone into her wet back pocket, she had spent the past few minutes leaking and spurting, slowly darkening more and more of her shorts and making her leggings shiny. The restaurant lights were dark enough that it wasn’t visible at a glance. Slowly, members of the group paid and left, eventually leaving Giang and Paige as the only two at the table. Giang got up, and Paige quickly followed, revealing the sheer damage her leaky bladder had caused to her clothes, everything above her knees and below her belt was dark and shiny with urine. She stood heavily hunched, one hand stuck between her legs to hold better. Giang pulled out her cell phone, and giggled. “This looks so embarrassing, I’m gonna take videos of you and blackmail you with them.” She said. Paige laughed in return. Her smile looked genuine. Even she found her situation comedic. She looked up at Giang, who had already begun recording her slow attempts at walking to the car. “Oh my god, stop! This is so embarrassing!” Paige laughed. Giang stopped recording. “I’m putting that in my blackmail folder” She joked. They both eventually made it to Paige’s car. “Giang, can I please pee at your house when I drop you off?” She complained. “Sure!” Giang cheered, “but I think we should get you more tights at the pharmacy first.” Paige looked at Giang, and pointed at her. “Jan, you are a genius.” Giang smiled gleefully. “Thanks!” Paige calmly started driving, seemingly completely forgetting about her bladder. Giang watched as every little bump made a slight spurt of urine run down the center seam of Paige’s shorts. They soon made it to the pharmacy, and Paige stepped out of the car, practically folded in half and legs double crossed in an attempt to keep herself in check. She hobbled into the store with her legs crossed, and Giang led her to the aisle with all of the tights and stockings, and let Paige grab what she liked, while recording her all crossed and bent for her blackmail album. Paige quickly checked out, and hurriedly hobbled back to her car. “Come on, Jan, I’m literally this close to peeing myself!” She whined. Giang got in, and Paige rushed to Giang’s apartment. She hopped out and hobbled to the front door, waiting for Giang to open it. Giang took her time, and lied to Paige’s face. “The elevators are out of order this month.” She claimed. Paige believed her, and immediately rushed to the stairwell, leaving a quickly increasing trail of drops and wet boot prints on the black tile floor of the lobby. She tried getting up the first flight of stairs to incredible difficulty. She took even longer to climb the second. Once they made it to the third floor of the building, she was leaving small puddles where she stood while working up the strength for each step. Giang held her room card to her door lock, and held the door open for Paige. “I love your apartment.. it’s very..” Paige suddenly gasped, then squealed. She started hyperventilating, she sounded incredibly pained and on the verge of a breakdown. Her dripping increased to a small stream, which just kept going and going for what felt like centuries, her puddle of pee growing bigger and bigger. She desperately tried to stop it the whole time, but this only stressed her further. Eventually, once it was all over, she quietly cried where she stood, her knees weak from holding. Giang put her hand gently on Paige’s shoulder, and used the other to push up her chin so they could make eye contact. “Hey, hey..” she coo’d, “it’s alright, Just mop up the puddle, okay?” Paige nodded dejectedly, and left to go find a mop. Giang followed her. “If you’re tired, you can stay the night.” Paige sniffled and nodded, mopping up her massive pee puddle. When she was finished, she put the mop away, and went to look at the damages in the bathroom mirror. Everything from the buttocks down was completely drenched. Her tights shiny, her once pale blue denim jeans now nearly black, and her combat boots sloshing about with her pee. Paige didn't have the energy to remove the clothes. She was exhausted past the point of caring. She yawned, and wandered into Giang’s room. “I’m going to sleep now, are you?” She asked, peeking her head out of the doorway. Giang shook her head. “I’m pulling an all nighter tonight.” “Work?” Paige asked. “Nope, just don’t want to sleep.” Paige shrugged and went back into Giang’s room. “Goodnight!” She shouted. “Night.” Giang replied. Giang stood around for a few minutes, not particularly caring that Paige was sopping wet in her bed. She thought about the prior night, Paige seemed to be the type of person to be incredibly easily distracted, and seemingly had no considerations of what her current actions meant for her future. She was also a total yes-girl, and far too trusting. Giang considered taking advantage of this, she pulled a bottle of water from her pantry, and as soon as she pressed it to her lips, was hit with the overwhelming feeling of nausea, and the intense urge to vomit. Her body was hit with a pain so sharp, it made her almost fall to the ground. She looked down at her belly, her bladder made it look like she was almost a month pregnant. She could feel her ureters, stiff as rods from how much pee had been condensed into her urinary system that night. She contemplated holding it longer, on one hand, she loved how her bladder looked and felt when it bloated, filled, and backed up as much as it did then. On the other hand, she was beginning to worry about the danger of holding much longer.. While she rubbed her bladder contemplating whether or not to hold, she suddenly gagged out of reflex to the pain. Yep, yep. It was definitely time to pee. She got up, and immediately hobbled to the kitchen. She had a 5 liter party pitcher that she had never used for anything besides measuring her bladder. She knew that it wasn’t really possible, but she yearned to one day have a bladder that could fill it completely. She knelt down over it, and just let go. 2,700 milliliters.
  15. So rather than fill up the board with new threads for each image dump, I thought it prudent to consolidate all future posts/image dumps to one mega thread. So boom, here be thread. Just as I thought I was done with this barely working mess, Novel A.I. actually fixed its issues. Now the site actually works reliably. Every time I think I'm out, they pull me back in. But before I just dump another batch of images, some people have asked that I give some sort of basic tutorial on Novel A.I., or at least what I've learned. So I'm going to post something here that I recently posted on another thread. I hope this helps. ============================= NOVEL A.I. Basic Omorashi Tutorial ============================= EDIT: THERE IS NOW A MORE UPDATED/CONSOLIDATED VERSION OF THIS TUTORIAL POSTED TO PIXIV LINK --> https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=18609737 This is what I've learned and rendered in my first week with this crazy new sci-fi shit. Yikes what a week. Below I've posted my first attempts at "Landscape" mode, and it was definitely harder and took longer. Going forward I'm gonna try and work on clothing stains/saturation and getting the pee right, so it doesn't look like melted gold half the time. Maybe some of you "scientists" can figure that out, now that you have my mountaintop temple teachings. All of these new images along with the older ones are also viewable in my albums if that's easier. (link below) https://www.omorashi.org/profile/2305-duffman/?tab=node_gallery_gallery And the rest.
  16. "Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).
  17. Part 5 of my series! This one contains a lot of everything.. wetting wise and overarching plot wise! Hope you enjoy this one as always! ♥️ Dont forget to leave your feedback as it really helps 🥰 ———————————————————- - - - “Subjects 7, 9, and 13 have become corrupted.” A scientist in a white lab coat said to another female scientist. “I have noticed.. i almost pissed myself at the sight of them turning. Did you inject them with element 115?” The female scientist asked as she looked at the growling subjects. “Yes, it was even fresh.. just arrived from the meteorite collision site.” The male scientist said. “Doesn’t matter. We need to get rid of them. We.. uhh.. Armix.. already fucked up by accidentally opening the rifts to what people call the backrooms. We cant fuck up again. Our reputation is deteriorating with all these rumors people are accusing us of.” The female scientist said angrily. “Very well, what do you suggest?” The male scientist asked. “Teleport them away. To a secluded area where they can’t hurt anyone.” The female scientist said. “Right away.. How about these woods? They seem abandoned, there’s only a cabin there that apparently no one had set foot in.. in decades.” The male scientist said as he scanned through his monitor. “Right. Send the zombies. Hopefully they’ll stay inert or get attacked by a bear or some wild animal that’ll rid them off for us. We can’t get rid of them in here, and we can’t alert our superiors in the tower that we fucked up again. We need to be discreet. Best solution is to teleport them to where you suggested.” The female scientist said worryingly. “Alright, setting coordinates. Sending in 3.. 2.. 1..” The male scientist said then pressed a red button after his count down. The room flashed in white and suddenly the 3 zombie subjects had disappeared from their holding facilities. “It is done.” The male scientist said as he left the lab followed by the female scientist. - - - On an empty quiet road at night, a car was moving fast. Three girls were inside, ironically dancing and singing along the song ‘Highway to Hell’ loudly. They were heading to a cabin in the woods to spend the weekend. Natalie was on the wheel, she was the mastermind of the weekend plan and the cabin key holder. It was passed to her from her great great grandfather, no one had ever set foot in it since then. So she thought it might be exciting to actually explore and have a cool adventure with her friends. She was 20 years old. She was wearing a navy blue blouse and light blue jeans. Sitting on the passenger seat beside her was Jessie. She was also 20 years old and she wore a beige crop top and Khaki cargo pants. Behind them in the backseat sat Emma. She was a year younger than her friends. She was 19. She wore a white shirt and blue denim short shorts. “Are you sure it’s safe there Nat?” Emma asked her friend from the backseat. “You scared Emz?” Natalie asked with a sarcastic smile. “Uh.. huh.. a little bit. It’s just no one has ever been there since your great great grandfather.” Emma said worryingly. “Pfftt.. Don’t worry about it! It’s gonna be fine!” Natalie said confidently. “I am a little bit worried too Nat, but i have no doubt it’s gonna be a lot of fun! That’s why we chose to go at night in the first place! Scary but more fun!” Jessie said as she looked back at Emma with a smile. “Right.. well are we close yet? I really need to pee and being so nervous is not helping hehe.” Emma said blushingly. “I think we’re like five minutes away! Just hold it girl don’t ruin my car hahaha.” Natalie said with a smirk. Five minutes later they arrived at the cabin. Natalie parked the car and looked at the old wooden cabin. It was intact, but old. “We’re here girls. Go on ahead Emma, i have seen in the old blueprints that there’s a bathroom inside to the left of the entrance. We’ll grab our things and follow you. Take these matches and candles to light up the inside.” Natalie said as she handed Emma the keys and matches. As soon as Emma left the car and started approaching the cabin Natalie looked at Jessie and smiled. “Hey, I have the masks in my backpack! We’ll proceed with our plan! Quickly grab them!” Natalie evilly whispered to Jessie. Jessie grabbed the backpack and took out two realistic zombie masks. She handed one to Natalie and wore one. “Okay what’s the plan Nat?” Jessie asked with an evil giggle. “Listen there’s a backdoor to the cabin, i’ll sneak from behind and you slowly go behind Emma from the main entrance, we’ll scissor her inside and give her the scare of her life!” Natalie said excitedly. “Are you sure it’s a good idea while she’s needing to pee like that? She might piss herself.” Jessie asked. “Well! That’d be even more funny! Come on Jess don’t be a party pooper lets go go go.” Natalie said as she wore the mask then sneaked slowly behind the cabin. Jessie left the car and waited for Emma to open the cabin door so she could follow her inside. Meanwhile, Emma stepped on the creaking wooden porch and unlocked the dusty door with the keys. It was dark and dusty inside. She became more nervous and her need to pee escalated at the sight of the dark cabin. She quickly grabbed her matches and lit a few candles and placed them around so the place would be well lit. She then held her crotch and squirmed a little bit as she looked around for the bathroom door to relieve herself. She made her way towards a closed door thinking it might be the bathroom when suddenly she heard a creaking sound coming from the back. Fear overwhelmed her and her bladder quickly twinged. She decided to ignore the sound for now until she pees. But the sound did not ignore her. The creaking sound became louder. It turned into slowly approaching footsteps. Emma started hyperventilating and started backing up step by step to the front door, still trying to make out what is that sound. Suddenly and quickly out of the dim lit hall of the cabin Natalie came out sprinting and screaming at Emma with a terrifying zombie mask. Emma immediately ran the other way with a loud scream as her bladder began leaking piss into her denim shorts in fear. She immediately bumped into Jessie who just came in from the front door with yet another terrifying zombie mask screaming at Emma as well. “AHHHHHHH GET AWAY FROM MEEEE!!!!!” Emma instantly screamed and cried with her bladder now fully releasing as she stood in the middle between her two zombie friends. She profusely pissed herself in terror as she stood on the cabin floor. Urine extended into a wet dark patch across the front of her denim shorts and quickly flowed down her bare legs and into the old wooden cabin floor creating a dirty puddle. As she uncontrollably wet herself she slowly started realizing the zombie screams were turning into hysterical laughs. Both her friends took off the masks and started laughing hysterically at the sight of their friend Emma pissing herself in fear. “Omg! We’re sooo sorry Emma hahahahha omg i cant believe you pissed yourself! Hahahahaha!!” Jessie said between her laughs. “I told you it’s gonna be good Jessie! Hahahahaha! That was sooo funny!! You should’ve seen your face while you were peeing yourself!! Hahahahaha!” Natalie said while laughing. Emma groaned and started hitting both of her laughing friends playfully “YOU BITCHES!! YOU MADE ME PISS MYSELF!! UGHHHH!!!” Emma said angrily but soon started laughing with them. “Okay i gotta admit.. that was a good prank.. well you know what? At least i am relieved now! Hahahaha.” Emma said as she calmed down and started joking around with her wicked friends. “Alright Emma just head for a warm shower then we’ll continue our spooky night when you come out!” Natalie said as she pointed at the bathroom door. Suddenly the three girls heard growling and creaking sounds coming from around the cabin. The door started banging loudly. The girls shuddered and huddled together. “Girls stop! If you’re still in on the prank it’s not funny anymore!” Emma said between her breaths. “Emma i swear we don’t have anything to do with this.” Jessie said in fear. “WHO’S THERE!?” Natalie yelled as she huddled with the others. There was no audible answer. Only loud growls and bangs. Suddenly the old cabin door got broken down. The three girls screamed in their fear as they saw 3 disfigured silhouettes entering the cabin. Slowly dragging their legs behind them and growling. Their hideous faces started to show as they came into the light of the candles. Blood trickled from the side of their mouths. Their eyes were white and pale. They looked very ugly and deformed. They looked undead. They were literal zombies. Two female ones and a male. The three girls were mesmerized in their fear as they screamed their lungs off. Natalie immediately pissed all over herself soaking her blue jeans at the sight of the growling zombies. The damp patch grew pretty quickly with urine dripping off her jeans adding to Emma’s previously made puddle. Emma and Jessie heard the hissing and trickling sound of Natalie’s urine and looked down at her crotch to find out she was soaking herself. “Nat..” Jessie whispered. Natalie immediately started to realize the warmth at her crotch and looked down over hers and Emma’s puddle. She instantly started tearing up. “EMMA IF THAT’S YOUR REVENGE PRANK PLEASE STOP!! I PEED MYSELF TOO! WE’RE EQUAL NOW PLEASE EMMA I AM SORRY!” Natalie yelled in her shock. “I swear i dont have anything to do with it!!” Emma said between her sobs. “Girls! Focus! They are slow! We can outrun them if we split up and meet back outside at the car so we can get the hell out of here!” Jessie calmly said with shallow breaths. “O-ok-okay.. okay!” Emma and Natalie said stutteringly. “Alright on my go, Emma to the right, Natalie to the back from where you originally came from the backdoor, and i’ll head to the left.. 3.. 2.. 1.. NOW!” Jessie said then the three girls ran through their designated directions. The three zombies split up too each following a different girl while picking up the pace a little. Jessie managed to easily go through the front door while swiftly avoiding the zombie on her side. She ran as fast as she could for her life to the car. She opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat locking herself quickly inside as she waited for her soaking friends. As she waited, her zombie arrived at the car and started hitting the window slowly. Jessie started trembling and crying and buried her face into the palms of her hands hoping that her friends would quickly join her. Although her bladder was strong enough that she hadn’t wet herself until now in fear of the situation, it finally gave way. No matter how strong one’s bladder is the situation she was in would be unbearable. Jessie started to uncontrollably wet her cargo pants over her seat as she cried. With each bang on the window a spurt of piss left her vagina and soaked her pants and the seat under her until the stream went steady completely soaking the car seat and her entire butt. She quickly felt the warmth and could vividly smell the urine odor in the closed car and instantly started wailing and crying harder. Meanwhile back at the cabin, Natalie was trying to get out of the backdoor. But an old wooden shelf had apparently fallen in front of it blocking the way. She immediately crawled and hid under the stairs beside her. She sat down in fetus position with her knees up to her face as she trembled in fear, the odor of her urine filled pants hitting her nostrils. The zombie that was following her dumbly started looking around for her. Its leg which had a bone popping out of it was obvious from Natalie’s perspective. She quickly put a hand over her mouth and nose in order to hold the sound of her breath and sobbed. It stayed there for a while with its growls growing louder. Natalie closed her eyes and started wetting herself again. The tense situation was too much for her bladder to handle. Her sphincters relaxed once more and the already damp patch started to grow darker again. Urine extended into a puddle on the ground, soaking her butt and flowing away from the stairs she was hidden under. The puddle had reached the zombie’s feet. It started walking on it without realizing it was splashing it everywhere. Natalie’s heart sank, her only thought was ‘I am gonna die because i couldn’t control my bladder! I am gonna die in soaked pants!’. But to her luck these zombies were dumb and ignorant of their surroundings. The zombie walked right past it and went in an entirely different direction. Natalie sighed then collected her strength and made a run for it back to the car were Jessie was locked inside afraid of the zombie at the window. Natalie noticed what was going on and quickly grabbed a stone from the ground and threw it at the zombie’s head distracting it. Then rapidly ran to the driver’s seat as she banged on the window for soaked Jessie to open the door for her. Jessie unlocked the door between her sobs and Natalie went inside the car and closed the door again. “Emma’s not here yet!?” Natalie asked in shock. “N-no..” Jessie answered between her sobs. Natalie looked down at Jessie’s car seat and realized that her friend had wet herself as well. She put a hand over Jessie’s shoulder and caressed it. “It’s gonna be okay. Emma will get here now and we’ll drive off quickly and never return to this place.” Natalie said trying to reassure her friend and herself. Meanwhile, Emma still inside the cabin was hiding inside a wardrobe. As soon as her zombie started moving away giving up on finding her she made a run for it to the front door. On the way out she bumped into Natalie’s zombie hardly dodging it before she finally went outside. The shock of that made her leak all over herself while running. Making a urine trail on the wooden perch behind her and watering the grass before reaching the car. Natalie quickly unlocked the car door for Emma and she quickly jumped in the backseat. “GO GO GO!!!” Emma screamed. Natalie immediately turned the car keys to turn on the engine but it wouldn’t start. She tried several times while screaming “Come on! Come on!!” But it wouldn’t work. By the time she couldn’t start the engine the three zombies had circled their car. They started hitting the windows forcefully. The three girls screamed and cried, and with no exceptions the three of them leaked the final content of their bladders into their car seats. The three of them pissed themselves in terror again simultaneously realizing their inevitable fate. Not all of them had heavily leaked. It was based on how much was left in their bladder. Jessie pissed the most while Natalie and Emma leaked the least. The car’s smell quickly turned into a public urinal. With a final scream Natalie strongly turned the car keys and the engine finally roared. She instantly hit the gas pedal with her feet at full power and the car accelerated forcefully away from the cabin with the 3 zombies falling to the ground. The girls finally drove off out of this wicked cabin sitting in pants and car seats full of their urine. They will never forget that very wet terrifying day and decided they will never return to that old cabin. - - - A few moments after the girls’ car drove off a white door-like portal opened in front of the cabin. Two men in black coats and black hats stepped out of it. Mr. Omo and Mr. Rashi. “The girls are safe?” Mr. Omo asked. “Yes. This was already in the original timeline, i knew they would survive.. if we were under different circumstances i would have been recording them right now.” Mr. Rashi said. “Right, we just need to get to Armix now. We’re here because these zombies were directly teleported from the Armix tower. We can extract the teleporting particles out of them and teleport back to the same point they came from. Thus; we’ll be able to infiltrate the tower unnoticed by directly teleporting inside it.” Mr. Omo explained. “Wait but why do we need the zombie particles? Why didn’t we directly teleport there from our base.” Mr. Rashi confusingly asked. “Mr. Rashi focus. Remember. We were banished! Overthrown! We can’t teleport inside unless there’s a direct point.” Mr. Omo said. “Oh.. i am sorry. You know i am recovering from amnesia.. since that.. uh.. incident.” Mr. Rashi stuttered as he tried to remember. “Yes. Just remember. We were the creators of Armix we were the original founders so long ago. We even originally named it Omorashi Corporation based on our names before we were overthrown. Remember?” Mr. Omo tried to remind Mr. Rashi. “Oh.. yes.. it’s vaguely returning. Any how. Lets get done with business now.” Mr. Rashi said. The zombies were already approaching Misters omo-rashi as they spoke. Mr. Rashi unsheathed a futuristic looking glowing sword from the side of his coat and swiftly cut off the three zombie heads in one slash. Mr. Omo leaned down and extracted the zombies’ blood with a strange device. He then opened another portal and slowly entered followed by Mr. Rashi sheathing the sword. Armix awaits.. - - -
  18. From the album: Iincogneko's art folder

    A picture I drew of a mouse girl leaving a trail while leaving her bedroom.
  19. From the album: Grown Women Peeing

    Date: 8/26/1993 Jessica Rabbit in her Trail Mix-Up outfit. The bathrooms in the forest needed cleaning, and she couldn't hold it for much longer. So Jessica squats and pees behind the bushes instead and is feeling relieved. Jessica Rabbit from Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
  20. Hey guys! Here’s part 4.. few details, yet still to the point like the previous one. Enjoy and don't forget the feedback! ♥️ ——————————————————— It was past midnight in the city of Lustral. Everything was calm and quiet but Leylah was still up finishing her impossible college research assignment. The research was about Armix. One of, if not the most powerful company in the world. It was specifically about the Armix tower sonic explosion that happened a few months back downtown. It was difficult to find information as Armix was known for its secrecy. “It’s past midnight and i cant even find enough information. I really need to get to bed. I am baffled as to why the professor had assigned me with such an obscure research.” Leylah thought to herself as she sighed. She turned her laptop off and got up while putting a hand over her bladder and scrubbing it a little bit. “It’s been a few hours since i got up! I Really need to pee and head to bed for the night. I am so tired..” Leylah thought as she made her way to her bathroom. She was wearing her pajama top, gray pajama sweatpants and was barefoot. She went through her hallway and opened the bathroom door. She closed the door behind her then quickly took off her gray pajama sweatpants and rose panties. As she was squatting down on the toilet and before she could even release her pee everything suddenly and peculiarly shifted around her. She immediately fell butt naked on a sandy floor rather than her relieving toilet with a loud squeak. The impact on the sandy floor and shock of the unbelievable situation made her immediately release short sporadic streams of urine from her bare vagina on the sand as she screamed, wetting the sand and darkening it a bit under her. She tried so hard but managed to seize her uncontrollable stream as she looked around her surroundings. She found herself in a sea of sands, the moon and the starry night above her was the only source of light. The white full moon reflected a little light on the sand which made it look beautiful. Leylah was terrified, yet mesmerized by the incredible landscape and the glowy dark sky above her. The sound of the wind rustling the sands around her soothingly. Her hands and bare feet were sunk in the sandy land as she sat down with her sweatpants and panties still down, still trying to realize what had happened. She suddenly snapped out of it and instantly stood up and pulled her pants and panties back up. She looked under her bare feet where she stood over the sand she dampened a few seconds ago with her urine. “Oh.. my.. goddddd!! I just peed myself on a sandy ground!! How!! I was just sitting on the toilet!!! WHERE THE HELL AM I!?!?” She screamed her lungs out but her voice only echoed in the gloomy emptiness. She started to slowly shuffle her bare feet on the sandy environment as she looked around. Only the vastness of the dune seas as far as her eyes can see. “Am i dreaming?” She thought to herself. She then looked back down at her crotch as she began to regain her senses and feel the need to pee again. She just let out a little of her pee after all so she was still as much desperate as she was before entering the bathroom. She held her crotch and started to look around the sands, noticing that there was obviously no one but her. She had this wicked idea of just relieving herself right there and right now on the desert sand. She hesitantly pulled down her pants and panties again while still looking around and squatted over the sand. Pee trickled a little bit from her vagina before stabilizing into a steady small stream. Her urine hit the sand with a splash getting some on her bare feet. It dampened the ground turning the sand’s color darker and it even became a little muddy. Suddenly as she was relieving her self she heard a loud clicking sound. The sands began vibrating loudly and the ground shook hard under her feet making her urine spray everywhere around and onto her clothes. She shuddered and swiftly pulled her pants and panties back up in her fear while she was still peeing. Wetting the inside of her pants and panties profusely. She stopped peeing once more before fully relieving herself as she explored the terrifying sound and the peculiar earthquake. She witnessed sand rustling and starting to grow higher, something was digging under and moving fast through the sands. It was huge. The waves of moving sands started to move very quickly towards Leylah with the clicking sound getting higher and higher. She screamed and immediately ran the other way. She looked behind her while running to witness something she never thought she’d ever imagine seeing in her entire life. A gigantic magnificent gray sand worm shot up from the sands like a rocket where her pee puddle was. Its red mouth; which was circular and had hundreds of sharp teeth, was filled of the vacuumed sands it sucked into its cave like hole. It was obviously attracted to the smell of pee that Leylah had left around the sand since she landed on this mysterious desert. The worm was pretty long and wide but flew like a bird through the air and then dove down mouth first into the sands once more. It started moving underground again quickly towards screaming terrified Leylah who was still running away. Leylah’s bladder gave up and uncontrollably voided the rest of her unrelieved urine into her gray sweatpants in her fear, dampening and darkening her sweatpants with a wet patch while also creating a muddy trail behind her as she ran while pissing herself in her terror. The huge sand worm followed that pee trail quickly as it created waves of sands that flew around everywhere with its clicking voice screeching and growling louder and louder. Unfortunately Leylah trampled and fell face first on the sandy ground. She immediately looked back with teary eyes behind her as she laid on her back while sobbing. She witnessed the gigantic sand worm flying up off the sand only meters away from her again into the air with a loud clicking noise, and then diving right above her. The starry night and the moon above her went out of sight as she laid under the worm’s shadow.. the only thing that Leylah could see now was the hundreds of sharp teeth diving very fast towards her to the ground. She raised a hand over her head and closed her eyes tightly as she accepted her inevitable fate to become worm food while relaxing her bladder uncontrollably one final time into her pants and sands under her. A few moments had passed, her eyes was still closed. The sound of the quiet desert was replaced with loud honking car horns. She quickly opened her eyes and looked around to find herself on a busy sidewalk on the street in a bright sunny day.. it was apparently a rush hour as many people were moving around the side walk. They all stood around Leylah gasping in awe. She looked down at her crotch to find that the sidewalk under her had a growing pee puddle rather than being dampened on sand, and her sweatpants were completely drenched. She stood up and looked around her in disbelief with urine still dropping off her clothes. She looked at the people’s faces in shock and then instantly started crying out loud in both shock and embarrassment, yet relief. Many people were helpful and quickly helped her, after all this was not the first time a girl appears out of thin air in recent days. - - - “MR. RASHI WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?” Mr. Omo rushed inside the office shouting. “I saved Leylah, Mr. Omo.. and teleported her away from Apophis.” Mr. Rashi said. “Apophis? The ancient Egyptian mythological worm beast?” Mr. Omo asked confusingly. “Yes sir, it appears that rifts teleporting monstrous entities into our world is not the only problem we’re facing. It appears that the anomalies are large enough that they could even teleport random people to any time, and to any where. Hence; teleporting Leylah back to the ancient Egyptian desert where Apophis was still roaming the sands.” Mr. Rashi said. “Things have gotten out of hand.” Mr. Omo grunts. “Yes. Everything is becoming more difficult by the second. I managed to miraculously locate Leylah. But with deviations all around the timeline we know.. i am afraid the random events will grow much higher in number in the upcoming days.” Mr. Rashi said. “But Mr. Rashi.. we made an oath that we will never intervene into human affairs, we cant save, neither kill anyone along the timeline we follow. We’re just observers!” Mr. Omo said angrily. “Mr. Omo with all due respect, the universe had been thrown out of balance. All the rules we’ve been following had been bent. Leylah should never have been there in the first place if it was not for that anomaly. I haven’t ruined anything. I am fixing it. With all due respect sir, we cant be just mere observers and recorders of human bodily malfunctions along the timeline anymore. We have to intervene and rebalance the universe. We’re the only ones who know.. who understand.” Mr. Rashi said. “You might be right. We must fix it before we can practice observing once more.” Mr. Omo said then started scrolling through a futuristic touch screen. “Armix..” Mr. Omo nodded. “Yes, Mr. Omo.” Mr. Rashi agreed, as they both looked at each other with a poker face. - - -
  21. Hello guys! This is the second story in my series! This is a bit longer and a bit more detailed than my previous one, focusing on the lore of the backrooms. If you’re familiar with the backrooms you’ll really enjoy the details i describe in each level, if you’re not then no worries i gave a brief description of what it is in the beginning of the story. Might also add that the level numbers, names, descriptions, and entities are all canon to the backrooms. I did my research before i wrote this story! And fun fact even the level number you’ll see eventually in the story is canon! I swear i didnt come up with it 😂 ENJOY!! And dont forget to leave a brief feedback so i can fix my mistakes and take your opinions to continue to provide good ‘episodes’ in this series i am creating.. THANK YOU! ^_^ ———————————————————- Amy walked out of her university campus with two of her friends; Anthony and Jane, after a long day at college. She was a beautiful long haired brunette wearing a simple dark blue chemise that had its front tucked inside of her white jeans. She was sipping the last of her grape soda can before throwing it directly into the litter basket. “Bullseye! Haha.” Jane said shoving Amy’s shoulder playfully. “Oh i’ve been practicing since last time!” Amy said with a smile. They walked a little bit and sat on a wooden bench overlooking a park with the city view behind it. Anthony was scrolling through his phone, he didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings as he was indulged on a certain topic he was reading. “Hey guys ever heard of the backrooms?” Anthony suddenly asked. “Yeah i’ve scrolled through a couple of topics.. many people explain how people just ‘slip’ into another reality, and that it has levels.. thousands.. some say they are infinite, some has unearthly creatures and monsters and there’s no way of going out once you go in! Except if you reach the final level, which is practically impossible.. you might get a chance though if you find a certain shortcut that gets you to the final level immediately from an early stage.” Amy said. “Wow, you certainly know your info! Well it became trending recently. The subject just popped out of nowhere one day.” Jane said. “Yeah true but well the subject started to pop up exactly 3 months ago.” Anthony said. “Yeah so?” Jane asked confusingly. “Well do you know what happened 3 months ago?” Anthony asked. “Oh, do you mean the Armix tower explosive sonic wave downtown?” Amy asked. “YES! I bet that Armix is behind it.. that sonic wave was certainly.. peculiar. They never said anything about it publicly. But i am certain they have something to do with it! The concept of the backrooms started after that particular explosion! They might have opened rifts or portals to other realities by accident!” Anthony said. “Oh you and your conspiracies Anthony! I don’t even believe that they really exist, it just might be an internet hoax!” Jane said while blowing raspberries. “Oh shut up Jane. Well what do you think Amy? What will you do if you accidentally slipped into the backrooms ha? Hahaha.” Anthony said with a laugh. “Well i am not sure if it actually exists but if i happen and get thrown in there i will certainly be so scared i might piss myself in fear! Hahahaha.” Amy said jokingly. Followed by her question to Jane; “What about you Jane?” “Oh i’ll definitely fully soak myself as well, from what i read it certainly is too scary! Hehe.” Jane said with a silent giggle. “Since we opened the subject of peeing, do you guys remember the video that trended back then 3 months ago when the tower sonic boomed?” Anthony asked. “You mean the one that was anonymously shared of the soaked girl coming out of a faulty elevator inside the tower after the explosion?” Jane asked. “Yes. That video trended even more than the explosion itself! Must have been pretty embarrassing for that girl.” Anthony replied. “Yeah the poor girl, i cant imagine being in her place, it must have felt so humiliating for everyone to see her like that. It certainly was too scary for her when the elevator was falling that she just let go all over herself.” Amy said. “Yeah well there was also an obvious huge puddle on the elevator floor. Well they certainly couldn’t sue the company.. they had a fail safe and the girl was saved because of their technology. Besides no one knows the origin of that explosion! Oh well, they’re Armix after all, the most powerful company perhaps in the entire world?” Jane said. They all looked at the tall Armix tower that was far off in the distance, standing like a gigantic rocket in the middle of their city. The city was called Lustral. “Well forget about Armix.. something else is trending on the internet right now. Have a look guys this is very weird.” Anthony said while passing his phone to the girls. The post showed a 20 seconds video, the thumbnail was a naked girl sitting on her knees with her face facing down on the floor of a walkway of a public park of a city called Lasix in a foreign country. The girl had a long brunette hair that covered her facials and she was sitting over an expanding puddle of her own urine in the middle of the park with bystanders surrounding her. The title of the topic was ‘Mysterious Naked Pissing Girl Appears Out of Thin Air in Lasix Public Park.’ It was posted two days ago. “Press play already!” Anthony yelled at Amy. She immediately pressed play and they all watched confusingly. - - - **VIDEO PLAYING** The camera was filming an empty walkway in a park. Suddenly a naked girl appears out of thin air from what looks like an expanding energy filled orb. The orb disappears quickly within itself in a silenced blast leaving the girl on her knees on the floor audibly crying. The camera zooms in as a puddle started to expand under her.. filling the walkway with her urine. She was trembling and facing down with her long hair covering her face. Suddenly the voice of a yelling man appeared in the background of the video; “STOP FILMING HER YOU IMMORAL PIECE OF SH—.” Then the video ended abruptly. - - - “WOW!” Jane exclaimed. “This is weird.. didn’t you guys notice something? It seemed like the man who filmed the video knew exactly where the girl will appear. The video started before she even appeared.” Amy said confusingly. “Well i agree but i noticed something else.. call me crazy but this girl looks exactly like you Amy..” Anthony said as he looked at his confused friend. “No way..” Jane said. “That’s impossible haha! First of all this video was posted two days ago, Monday 16th of March, today is Wednesday 18th of March! Two days ago i was with you guys at college remember?? Secondly, this video was literally filmed in a city called Lasix located on the literal other side of the planet! There’s just no possible way it’s me!” Amy said confidently. “Well yeah you’re right.. it’s just that she has exactly the same hair style and skin color as you.” Anthony said. “Her face is not obvious though, it’s probably just a coincidence and her body just looks like Amy’s, nothing more.” Jane said denyingly. “You’re probably right, it’s just me and my conspiracies again.. Ha!” Anthony said sarcastically. “Exactly! Haha!” Jane said laughing. “Alright guys time to head home, i really need to pee i have been holding it since we came out of campus.. that grape soda filled me up haha!” Amy said as she got up from the bench. “Alright see you later Amy!” Anthony said as he waved good bye. “Bye bye bestie! See you tomorrow.” Jane said as she gave Amy a quick hug. Amy waved at them and started walking through the park towards her home on the other side of the park. She squirmed a little bit on her way home as her bladder filled, but kept moving nonetheless. She suddenly noticed a weird tree, it appeared like it was glitching in and out of reality. It just stuttered in a weird way as if it was a malfunctioning hologram. Amy confusingly but carefully approached the tree, she unwittingly reached her hand out to touch the flickering tree, and to her surprise she ‘slipped’. Her whole body got sucked into the tree as if it was nothing but pure air, she started falling through the endless dark void losing all her senses in the process. Amy had just no-clipped out of reality. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 0: THE LOBBY* Amy started to gain her consciousness slowly, she was laying on a musty yellow carpet. The carpet was a bit damp and smelled moldy. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around to find herself in an empty yellow room. The walls were covered with yellow paint, and the lights were fluorescent and gave out w constant buzzing noise and flickered every few seconds. The buzzing noise was certainly annoying and monotonous. Amy immediately put her hands over her ears as she began to slowly regain her senses. She looked around the room in her shock. She immediately realized that she was literally inside the backrooms. The very one she and her friends were joking about a few minutes ago. “It’s real.. omg it’s real! No no no!” Amy started talking to herself as she sobbed. Her bladder ached in her fear. She felt like her bladder will give out in her fear and surprise. She immediately put her hands on her crotch and crossed her legs in order to try and hold it in. She instantly remembered the conversation with her and her friends about ‘peeing herself’ if she ever made it to the backrooms. “Oh no i am gonna pee! Im gonna pee myself! Please don’t pee.. please don’t pee.. please don’t pee!” She kept repeating to herself as she cried but to no avail. She started to leak a little bit into her panties and white jeans and through her hands. It left a small wet spot around her crotch but surprisingly she managed to hold it in as she calmed herself down a little bit. “Oh nooo i wet myself! I really need to find a way out of here before i fully soak myself! I cant take it anymore!” She said while sobbing. She relaxed herself a little and then started exploring slowly with tears in her eyes, a wet dark spot on her white jeans and a large amount of urine in her bladder. She moved slowly out of the room to find dozens of similar yellow rooms. She kept moving and looking around as her need to pee intensified. But there was nothing new. It looked like a maze of empty yellow office spaces that seemed to be endless. The constant buzzing of the fluorescent lights was driving her crazy. She wanted to get out anyway she can now, and most importantly she needed to relieve herself. After what seemed like an eternity of walking in an endless yellow maze, the monotonous hum of the yellow lights was suddenly interrupted with a landline telephone ringing. The sound startled Amy which made her put a hand over her bladder and leak a bit in her panties again, but it also gave her a glimpse of hope. She started following the ringing phone with a fast pace hoping that this could be her way out of here. The ringing started getting higher and higher as she finally arrived in a room that looked exactly like the other rooms except that there was an office desk on the middle of the room with a black telephone ringing above it. She slowly reached the phone and answered with trembling hands. “He-he-hello?” Amy said stutteringly. Nothing answered but a loud static noise like a bad frequency coming from the other end of the phone, and among all the static noise a voice faded in and Amy tried to make out the words. “It’s - - behind - - you.. RUN!” The voice said as she finally deciphered it. The words gave her chills and goosebumps. She suddenly dropped the phone and put a hand over her mouth as she slowly turned around to look behind her. To her surprise she found a dark inhuman silhouette standing in the distance, making a terrorizing screeching noise as it twitched in its place but appeared to be idle. Amy stood still but in her shock the small wet spot on her crotch started expanding into a full wet patch along both sides of her white jeans darkening it all into a gray color. The flow extended towards her shoes and started dripping off over her shoes and into the moist carpet. The sound of urine hitting the ground caught the creature’s attention and it suddenly started sprinting towards Amy with its screeching voice getting louder. Amy screamed and immediately started running the other way with her urine still spraying into her jeans in her terror as she ran for her life. Her adrenaline pumped up which put her in the natural fight-or-flight mode, possibly her body voided her bladder for her to be lighter to give her a chance to run faster and escape the danger she was facing.. ironically her bladder was voided into her jeans which practically made her feel heavier and made it more difficult for her to run. Nonetheless; she ran into the same yellow empty spaces for a couple of minutes not looking back but still hearing the chilling voice of the creature. Surprisingly she noticed a trap door in the floor in one of the rooms she ran into and decided that this would be her best bet to try and hide from the creature. She sprinted with all her power towards the trap door with the creature tirelessly sprinting behind her. She managed to pull the handle of the door and open it. She looked down to find a partially dark concrete area, no more yellow in there.. as she was going down the hole the creature immediately grabbed both of her feet and pulled her on the ground away from the trap door. As she was being dragged she definitely let go of some more of her urine and pissed all over the carpet. Her chemise got wet from her own piss this time as she was being dragged on her stomach over her own urine. She kicked so hard that finally both of her shoes came off her feet into the creature’s dark hands. The creature lost balance and fell backwards as Amy crawled rapidly back to the hole and climbed down quickly shutting off the trap door behind her. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 1: HABITABLE ZONE* Amy came down into a chilly area. It looked like a sprawling gigantic warehouse that had concrete floors and walls and a dim light. Fog was hanging in is the air with no discernible source. It underwent the process of condensation which formed large random puddles of water on the large cold concrete floor. She looked down at her jeans and shirt to find all her clothes soaked, smelling of her own urine. She slowly walked a little bit and stepped over the random water puddles which soaked her white socks and immediately after she gave out an audible cry and sat down on the floor to take her breath in disbelief after that frightening situation that made her lose total control of her entire bladder. She sobbed and hyperventilated for a few minutes until she took back control of her body. She calmed a little bit and then proceeded to take off her damp socks because who likes the feeling of wet socks on their feet? She stood up slowly and started moving through the vast endless warehouse, stepping on the cold water puddles with her bare feet now. She was pretty scared but at least there was no creatures to be seen around, and the monotonous buzzing and endless yellow are no more. It might drive anyone insane. The warehouse seemed to be expanding forwards, it wasn’t a maze like the previous area. Amy kept walking in a straight line for what might have been a couple of hours before finding a small door on the side of a concrete wall. She carefully opened the door hoping it will lead her out of this nightmare but to her surprise she found a supply cache. It was mostly empty except for a few random fruits and two unopened bottles of ‘Almond Water’. She quickly reached for one of the water bottles, opened it and started gulping it down. She needed to rehydrate, she hadn’t drunk anything in what seemed like hours. She was super tired and dehydrated but the almond water gave her energy. It tasted sweet and refreshing. She threw the empty bottle away and then grabbed an apple. She voraciously ate it and then grabbed the other almond water bottle and chugged it down in one go. “Ahh.. that felt good. Now i can focus on getting out of here.” She said as she came out of the supply cache room. Her bladder definitely starting to fill again after she chugged two bottles. She ventured through the endless warehouse again after a good refill. The sound of water puddles under her feet triggered a reaction in her bladder again. It had been a couple of hours since she had her accident, in addition she just chugged two entire water bottles. The dark patch on her jeans was visible but it was dried in but still a bit damp making her feel colder. She finally reached a tunnel that looked a bit different than the rest of the warehouse. It was becoming tighter and tighter. She moved in nonetheless to find herself in what seemed like a maintenance tight tunnel filled with pipes running along the walls. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 2: PIPE DREAMS* She started moving carefully through the tunnel. Black liquid could be seen oozing out of some malfunctioning pipes. Of course she didn’t touch it and tried to avoid it as best as she could. There were doors on the right side of the wall, she tried opening a few but none of them responded. They were all locked tight. Amy kept walking trying to open every door she comes across to no avail. Her need to urinate was growing larger. Eventually she saw someone standing still in front of her in the tunnel with his back to her. He looked humanoid. Could it be another human who was lost in the backrooms like her? She carefully approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hello? Are you okay?” She asked naïvely. In an instant the humanoid quickly turned to face her, and to her surprise it was faceless. It had no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no ears. Nothing. Amy immediately squealed and fell backwards on her butt and started to back paddle away from the creature while crying. As she did so, of course, she started urinating in her jeans again in her terror. Rewetting the already dried gray patch. The patch grew larger and leaked under her butt this time. It left a trail of urine as she continue to back paddle while uncontrollably pissing into her jeans. She quickly noticed that the creature wasn’t moving. It stayed in its place standing still only it was facing her. It made sense she thought, the creature doesn’t have any senses. It should be harmless. She stopped back paddling but kept her eyes locked on the creature. The final drops of urine leaving her vagina into her jeans as she sat still for a moment. She slowly stood up again and put a hand on her butt to notice how much her buttocks were soaked. They were completely drenched and still dripping, leaving a huge patch on her butt. “Oh no.. not again!” She thought to herself. She was lucky the creature couldn’t see, or smell her urine. After a moment of collecting herself she decided to move past that creature slowly. She stuck her back to the pipes and started moving slowly past it. She held her breath and sneaked on her barefoot tip toes very close beside it in order to continue on her way. She leaked a little bit more as she moved past it from the fear of the situation she was in but continued on her way nonetheless. Suddenly a pipe burst beside her and the creature immediately turned to face her again. This time she picked up her pace and started running with the last of the content of her bladder finally releasing into her panties and jeans. She started to slow down after a couple of minutes of running when she made sure the creature wasn’t sprinting behind her like the other one. She bent down putting her hands on her soaked knees as she took her breath. She started slowly navigating the tunnels again when eventually she found a small hole in a very fragile cracked wall. It looked unique and different from the same pattern she had been walking in for a while now. What was stranger is that there was a sledgehammer perfectly placed in front of that hole. Is this the way out? “This could possibly be my way out of here. I have to break the fragile wall. It can’t be a coincidence!” Amy thought to herself as she grabbed the sledgehammer and moved towards the wall. It was heavy but she managed. She slammed the wall as hard as she possibly could and it surprisingly instantly shattered like paper in one blow. The hole was revealed to be a circular tunnel that she could crawl through. She collected herself and hesitantly started crawling through that tunnel until she reached the light on the other end. Unbeknownst to her, this was actually a hidden short cut that took her right into level 5. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 5: TERROR HOTEL* After jumping down from the tunnel Amy found herself in a vast lobby of what looked like a hotel complex. Light seemed to be shining from the windows. One might think it was finally the sun but there was nothing but white light. The architectural style seemed to go back to 1930s, with furniture dating back to 1920s. Jazz music was playing in the distance with whispers and voices of the chatter of people but there was no one there but Amy. She started to move through the reception area and found stairs in the middle leading to the hotel rooms. She carefully reached the hallway and found what seemed to be infinite rooms left and right of her. She started moving in and trying many of the room doors but none opened until she reached the end of the hallway after about 30 minutes of walking. It was a dead end, but not quite. There was a larger door at the wall in front of her, refraining from the same pattern of left and right doors. She thought this might finally be it. The door had room number 207 embedded into its wooden body. Hopeful, she turned the door knob slowly and it finally opened with her, the door wasn’t locked. She carefully entered to find a magnificently designed luxurious room. It had a huge bed in the middle and looked like any fancy room she can’t afford back in her own reality. She felt a bit excited yet still fearful. She entered the room and sat on the huge bed realizing that she felt uncomfortable wearing her wet pants. After all she pissed herself twice in it and she was wearing it in that state for god knows how many hours. She finally decided that she needed to relax. Maybe sleeping would be the way out of this level? She thought that while she’s at it she might as well definitely take a hot shower in the massive bathroom that was complementary to her room. She started difficultly pulling her sticky urine filled jeans off but she managed. She was already bare foot since level 1. She then pulled off her blue panties and took off her chemise and blue bra. She was completely naked now. Her body was a bit sticky from all the urine and she definitely smelled like a urinal. She kicked her ruined clothes to the side and rushed to the shower so she could finally shower and relax then sleep on that comfortable bed so she can regain focus or possibly get transported to another level. As soon as she reached the bathtub she stood inside of it and started turning all the valves, but there was no water coming out. She felt frustrated and started to smack the shower head a few times. While doing so the bathtub under her suddenly dissolved. She was pulled down under and into another dark void. She looked upwards as she levitated forcefully downwards to see that she no-clipped out of the hotel seeing her bathroom moving out of distance as she was being dragged down. She had accidentally found a secret entrance to the final level of the backrooms. She finally settled on a dark ground to find a gray looking huge spiral staircase in front of her. - - - *ENTER LEVEL 9223372036854775807: THE END* Naked and scared Amy had no choice but to approach the gray stairs in front of her. As soon as she stepped on one of the steps the door she came from shut behind her. The stairs was incredibly tall, dark, spiral and surround by walls. The steps in the staircase were floating, metal square slabs that gently shifted around. “All i wanted was just some sleep i cant! I cant! I am too tired and too cold for this! And now i am all naked!” Amy said while sobbing. Nonetheless she collected her strength and started climbing the stairs slowly. Amy found occasional locked doors as she ascended the creepy staircase. She kept climbing as she trembled in the cold to no end. She occasionally sat on the steps to take a break from climbing. It took about two hours until she finally reached the very top of the stairs. She found a door with a letters electronic pad beside it. She tried opening it but it was locked. She knew then that it needed a password. She was frustrated as she tried different combinations of names and letters to no avail. But finally she got the bright idea of putting her name in. A . M . Y . The door beeped and unlocked. She opened it to find a dark hallway but saw a very bright light at the end of the tunnel. She started walking towards it when suddenly dozens of decayed hands started coming out from both sides of the walls and tried to grab her. She screamed and started running and kept hitting the hands away. “Have to reach the light at the end of the tunnel! The light at the end of the tunnel! The light at the end of the tunnel!” She kept repeating to herself while taking the hands off her.. and finally she reached it after a struggle. - - - *THE FRONTROOMS* Suddenly she fell on a solid ground. It looked like gravy dirt. Her face was fixated on the ground with her long brunette her covering her facials, she sat on her knees and as she did so her bladder finally gave in once more from all the pressure and fear she just faced. The puddle started to extend on the ground she sat on as urine flowed from her bare vagina. A mysterious man with a black hat and a black coat was standing there with a peculiar type of phone. He was filming the incident on a live feed under an anonymous name since before Amy even appeared. While he was filming a crowd began to gather around Amy. One ethical man saw the mysterious man filming her and ran towards him shouting; “STOP FILMING HER YOU IMMORAL PIECE OF SHIT!!!” The mysterious man started running away from the scene and vanished. Which interrupted his video. Amy snapped back into reality when she heard the man shouting. She looked back up and looked at the crowd of people surrounding her, realizing that she was naked and that she had pissed herself on the floor. The bystanders had witnessed that. She looked around in panic to find herself in a park she’d never been to before. Amy started to slowly realize that she is the very same girl she had watched on Anthony’s phone. It was really her. A woman took off her coat and covered Amy immediately with it as she helped her to stand up. “Whe- where am i? What is th- the da- date?” Amy stutteringly said as she asked the helpful lady in order to confirm her suspicions. “What do you mean honey? It’s Monday the 16th of March. You’re in Lasix. Come you need help and medical attention i’ll take care of you.” The helpful woman said confusingly answering her as she walked with Amy away from the scene. The woman’s answer had confirmed to Amy that she was indeed the girl in the video. She had traveled back in time two days prior to when she first entered the backrooms and it landed her in Lasix, a city in a country on the other half of the globe of where she lived in Lustral. She didn’t quite understand what had actually happened. But what was confirmed that the backrooms did actually exist, a reality or a bunch of realities defying all known laws of time and physics filled with monstrous entities. But she was relieved. After all Amy was one of the lucky very few who managed to survive the backrooms and live to tell the tale. - - - The video was nonetheless shared by the mysterious man and it started trending on all platforms with the headline “Mysterious Naked Pissing Girl Appears Out of Thin Air in Lasix Public Park.” - - - “WOW!” Jane exclaimed. “This is weird.. didn’t you guys notice something? It seemed like the man who filmed the video knew exactly where the girl will appear. The video started before she even appeared.” Amy said confusingly. “Well i agree but i noticed something else.. call me crazy but this girl looks exactly like you Amy..” Anthony said as he looked at his confused friend. “No way..” Jane said. “That’s impossible haha! First of all this video was posted two days ago, Monday 16th of March, today is Wednesday 18th of March! Two days ago i was with you guys at college remember?? Secondly, this video was literally filmed in a city called Lasix located on the literal other side of the planet! There’s just no possible way it’s me!” AMY SAID CONFIDENTLY. - - -
  22. Hey guys this is the third story in my series. It’s much shorter and more to the point than previous ones! Enjoy! ♥️ ——————————————————— Caitlyn was collecting her things, preparing to leave the bar she was spending the night at with her friends. “Hey are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home, Caitlyn?” Her friend asked. “Oh noo! I am totally fine don’t worry about me! My apartment is near i’ll be there in a flash.” Caitlyn said. “Well you had much to drink, and besides there are rumors that a monster lurks in the dark alleyways after midnight and preys on solo venturers. And it’s half an hour past midnight now. I just wanted to keep you company and make sure you’re safe.” Her friend said putting a hand on her shoulder. “Ohhh it’s probably just a hoax, i don’t believe any of that none sense! Monsters don’t exist!” Caitlyn said waving her hands dismissively. “Yeah you might be right.” Her friend said nodding. “Alright excuse me now i am gonna run! I really need to pee too i drank too much! I can’t believe the bar’s bathroom is under maintenance at a time like this!” Caitlyn said with disappointment in her eyes. “Alright take care, Caitlyn. And just text me when you get home.” Her friend said worryingly. Caitlyn then rushed out of the bar door and began walking towards her home. She was wearing pretty tight short denim shorts, a white blouse and white sneakers. She started shuffling towards an alleyway that she’s supposed to go through to reach her apartment at the other side of the street. It was pretty dark and she instantly remembered her friend’s words. She looked around carefully but there was nothing. “Pfftt.. what am i doing! There certainly isn’t a monster lurking around here.” Caitlyn said sarcastically and started moving slowly through the dark alleyway. Suddenly she saw the manhole in the middle of the alleyway slowly opening. She stopped her advance feeling goosebumps all around her body. Her bladder seemed to have ached harder for a release in her nervousness. She immediately grabbed her crotch. “Uhh.. probably someone doing maintenance in the sewers.” She said dismissively in order to calm herself down. With a hand over her crotch she started to resume her advance slowly walking close by the opened manhole. She peeked inside but it was dark and she couldn’t see anything. As she finally seemed to relax and shake her head denyingly while proceeding through the alleyway, a giant hairy hand with black claws emerged from the manhole immediately grabbing her leg. She started screaming in her shock and what scared her even more is when she looked down at her feet and realized what’s holding her down. A giant ambiguous hairy clawed hand. Without any warning her bladder began leaking its contents into her shorts. She started uncontrollably wetting her denim shorts in her fear. A small wet dark patch started expanding on the front then quickly expanded around her butt. She screamed some more as the urine stream grew stronger and it started leaking from both sides of her legs; Flowing down her bare legs and onto the monster’s hairy hand. The monster didn’t budge and kept holding her legs pinning her down. She looked around quickly and reached for a broken pipe on the wall. She grabbed it and started hitting the monster’s hand while screaming. The monster finally let go, and as soon as it did Caitlyn trampled on the ground. She immediately looked behind her to find the monster somehow squeezing out of the manhole like a cat. She was mesmerized and couldn’t move a muscle in her fear. The monster finally came out. It was gigantic standing tall and wide over poor Caitlyn. Its entire body was covered with thick gray hair. Only a pair of red eyes appeared in that mess of a hair. Its dark claws growing longer and longer as it growled at Caitlyn. Somehow something this big as this monster could fit through something as small as a manhole. Caitlyn couldn’t hold her bladder anymore in her terror, profusely pissing the remainder of her urine in her shorts and all over the ground beneath her creating a puddle that expanded to the monster’s hairy feet. As soon as the monster looked down at Caitlyn’s puddle touching its feet Caitlyn made a run for it. She crawled backwards quickly and somehow stood up and gained her balance running outside of the alleyway and screaming for help. She heard distant sirens and started screaming for them to stop. “HELP PLEASE!! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!” The police car pulled over and saw Caitlyn running out of the dark alleyway with urine soaked shorts and a urine trail behind her as she screamed and cried. They quickly pulled her behind them and looked towards the dark alleyway. “What’s wrong? What are you running from?” The policeman asked. “A.. a.. a monster!” Caitlyn said between her sobs. Both police officers looked at each other and laughed. “A monster you say?” One policeman said sarcastically. “What’s the situation.” A voice over the radio said. “Uhh not much, we found a girl running soaked in her own urine saying that she was chased by.. a monster ha.” The policeman said. “Oh it’s one of those days ha.” The voice over the radio said. “Yup she’s probably drunk, we’ll have a look and then get her back home.” The policeman said then pointed a gun towards the alleyway as he walked slowly inside looking around with his partner. There was nothing. No sign of anything around. They pulled Caitlyn with them to have a look. She found nothing and even the manhole was closed. “See anything here that says monster?” The policeman asked. “Wha..what.. that can’t be! I swear there was a monster here! It was hairy and had these terrible eyes and giant claws!” Caitlyn said in her disbelief. “Ehh.. you probably had too much to drink tonight. It’s obvious from that wet patch on your shorts.. seems like you already expelled that liquid.” The policeman said as he looked down at Caitlyn’s wet shorts. Caitlyn was embarrassed and immediately covered her shorts with her hands. Was she actually really hallucinating? The policemen took her to the police car and put her in the backseat to give her a ride home. “I.. i am sorry i made your seat wet..” Caitlyn blushingly said. “Eh it’s fine, you’re not the first. This seat had seen a fair share of wet pants. Mostly drunk people like yourself and other people who are too afraid when they get arrested that they just piss themselves.” The police officer said. Caitlyn then looked one last time at the alleyway to confirm that there was nothing as they drove off to her house. And there really wasn’t. She believed that these were hallucinations after what her friend had said. She drank too much after all and it was probably the after effects. ‘I am home and you wont believe what just happened to me! I totally just soaked myself in fear! I think your story got to me and i imagined a monster grabbing me in an alleyway. You wont believe it but two officers found me and escorted me home. I sat in my wet shorts the whole ride it was really embarrassing!’ Caitlyn texted her friend and then went for a hot shower to relax. - - - Two men were standing in what seemed like a futuristic office. They both wore black fedoras and black coats. One of them was bald and he seemed disappointed. “Could you explain why didn’t you record the incident at the alleyway near the bar Mr. Rashi?” The bald man asked. “Well.. i am afraid it didn’t appear on the timeline i am following, Mr. Omo.” Mr. Rashi said. “Elaborate.” Mr. Omo sharply said. “It seems like when Amy came out of the backrooms she unknowingly created multiple anomalies, being the sole survivor of the backrooms the realities couldn’t apprehend it. Multiple rifts started to appear all around the globe unleashing different backrooms entities into the world. Thus the monster in the alleyway case.” Mr. Rashi explained. “Hmmm i see.” Mr. Omo said while nodding. “I believe that we will have much more random fear wetting incidents right now that deviates from the original timeline. This will make our work much harder. I no longer have an established solid map of the original timeline.. there are a lot of deviations happening even right now.” Mr. Rashi said. “Fine. Come Mr. Rashi. There is much work to be done.” Mr. Omo said as both men leave the office in a haste. - - -
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