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  1. 1,958 downloads

    Update: EnragedFilia has uploaded a translated version of this game, so you might want to download that version to same some hassle. A new teacher is excited to be starting her new job teaching at an all girls school. The school is famous for it's beautiful waterfall, which turns naturally yellow in autumn. Only upon arriving does she learn that the waterfall has a diuretic effect on the school's teachers and students, and is especially powerfull on those who have not yet been accustomed to it. Play through different story arcs of her first day teaching. See if she can make it through the day without wetting herself. The original game file is in Japanese, so you will probably need a translator (such as chiitrans) to play it. Requirements: -RPG Maker VX RTP -Japanese System Locale -translator (chiitrans) I didn't create this game, but you can read it's wiki page here.
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  2. 1,630 downloads

    Zaida Fiore from ManyVids. I thought this one was pretty great... love that she kept holding for a long time even after she started going. If you have the means to support her, look around her account, she earned my 7 bux with this one.
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  3. View File Wet Jeans Taking an Exam Zaida Fiore from ManyVids. I thought this one was pretty great... love that she kept holding for a long time even after she started going. If you have the means to support her, look around her account, she earned my 7 bux with this one. Submitter Hitman Hart Submitted 10/11/2022 Category Female  
  4. The other day I was reminded of an incident that happened with me and my first girlfriend. While thinking about how I could use it to write a story, I was reminded of another experience I had with the same girl. Unfortunately, these happened what must’ve been 8 or 9 years ago, and I remember almost no dialogue, and little of the context, although I remember the actual events quite well. Therefore unlike my other fictions, this story is going to be much more fictitious, and I’m going to effectively write a story that incorporates what I remember of the experiences, despite the fact that the experiences happened at different times, because I don’t remember enough to give each one their own story that is mostly accurate to what really happened. The actual omorashi bits will be mostly accurate to the real events however, as I remember them much better. Intro: It was the middle of spring, 2009. It was Friday, unfortunately, and I awoke at 7AM for another “boring” day of Primary School. I was only in Year 4, which sets this story far earlier than any of my others. (Obligatory warning that nothing illegal happens in this story because of the ag of the characters, which I am only making so young because that is literally when this happened and I want to keep this accurate as some events only make sense in the context of Primary School.) While I still wasn’t rally that exited for school, I’d much rather stay at home and read, there was an event of interest. We were going on a school trip to a Roman villa, or at least, a museum built upon the remains of one. I still remember some of this trip, it was one of the best school trips I ever went on. I woke up, and got dressed. I made myself a cup of tea, a task I had only learned to do a year prior and was still trying to refine. I remember around this time that I used to try and experiment with the brewing time to determine how long I liked, back then I liked to remove the teabag almost immediately, meaning I liked the taste of the boiled water rather than the tea, whereas now I prefer 5 or 6 minutes. (This is the problem with my memory. I don’t remember almost any dialogue from this, but I do remember how long I brewed my tea for.) I didn’t know how to cook at this age, so I simply got out the book I was reading and lounged about in the living room and read that for half an hour. I was a very different person back then to now. My family were a bit beyond on technology, our prefered physical media format was VHS, despite DVD coming out 13 years earlier, and we still used a huge armchair sized CRT for TV despite everyone else in our neighbourhood converting to LCDs or Plasma a few years earlier. While I didn’t collect retro technology back then, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you mistakenly thought I did. The reason why I spent my time reading rather than playing a computer game like most of my friends did back then was because our most up-to-date computer was a HP Pavilion dv2000 laptop, that was a museum-piece back then, coming on for 8 years old, that I still own somehow despite it being nearly 17 years old. Anyway, enough about me, my mum came downstairs later, made me some boiled duck eggs for breakfast (don’t ask me why I remember what I had for breakfast that day, I don’t know myself.) and took me to school. I entered my classroom, said hello to my friends, and sat down at a desk at the back of the classroom where I usually would sit because it had a computer on it that I would use to write stories on. I chose this one specifically because it had one of those massive old CRT monitors, rather than the much smaller LCD monitors most of the school computers had moved onto. I preferred the older monitors despite the annoying high-pitched noise they made, (I was used to it from at home though, so it didn’t really bother me.) because the LCD monitors of the day were quite fragile and some of the Neanderthals I called classmates would think it was funny to press down the screen until the liquid crystals dispersed, causing large black splotches that never healed. Nowadays that’s not so much of a problem, but back then it was awful. I used to stick with the CRT displays despite them being nearly as old as me even when I was going there because no matter how hard those idiots tried they could break them so easily. My girlfriend at the time, my first girlfriend, in fact, Sam, came and sat down next to me, and we had a conversation before class started. I never learned what Sam was short for, or at least if I did I never remembered it. I think it was probably short for Samantha, but I don’t remember. I used to know her last name too, but I forgot that a couple of years ago and now I don’t know it anymore. End of Intro: That’s the end of this one for now. It’s just the intro, but I’ll write some more later. I plan to finish my other two stories before I work on this one too much, but I want a reminder of this so I don’t forget the idea before I can write any more of this.
  5. I don't know what happened? Did op lose his account? or did this site remove the story itself? It was called "the hall monitor" here is the link to the og story https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/46771-the-hall-monitor/?tab=comments#comment-1547767
  6. Fiction Story - A Wet Pajama Day Everyone knew John liked to wet himself. Throughout the school year, ti was almost certain that at least once a week, he could be caught letting little spurts of pee into his pants, if not outright peeing himself once in a while. So it went, although his best friend Justin never joined in. Justin only ceded once, spurting into his underwear during recess at the insistence of John. He never repeated the act and John never asked, although Justin would never admit how good it had felt. So came pajama day, and in walked John in a pair of rocket ship-themed footed pajamas. He hung up his coat and shucked off his shoes before heading to class. "Hi John, gonna wet your jammies today?" Crissy asked as he settled down at his desk. Most of the other students knew of but didn't care about his wetting, as long as he didn't make a mess. "Maybe," he replied, turning to see Justin sitting a few rows ahead, wearing a blue and grey sleeper, the white soles slightly dirty from having skipped wearing shoes altogether, John knew. Justin saw John and waved. If only he knew my plan, John thought. After lunch, John padded over to Justin and asked him to follow, heading to a single person bathroom, John locked the door. "What did you want to talk to me about in private?" Justin asked, fingering the zipper of his sleeper idly. "I want you to pee yourself.' John said simply. Justin was taken aback, "No.'I can't," he said, although with little conviction. That time he had done it was one of his most cherished memories. "Come on. I know how much you liked it last time. You can't hide that from me. It was written all over your face. I'm doing you a favor." “I don’t know” “Come on, its great. You'll love it and regret ever having refused," he grabbed Justin's leg and pulled it towards him, the non skid sole gripping the floor, causing Justin to stumble, and with that, he straddled Justin's leg and began to pee, a look of pure ecstasy crossing his face as he peed in his rocket-ship footie pajamas, the pee running down his legs, onto the bathroom floor and onto Justin's leg, soaking his blue and gray sleeper in warm liquid. “No…nnnnn…”hiding it…nnnnow” John gasped, still soaking his sleeper with a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Justin felt his friend’s pee soak his own sleeper, cascading over his leg and onto the floor, where it formed a puddle around their feet, soaking their sleepers’ feet as well. He might as well now, he thought gleefully. Justin started to pee, gasping in pleasure as the warm liquid wet his underwear and proceeded to soak his jammies even further, flowing onto the floor with a loud hissing sound. “Aaaahhhhh” he moaned as the warm wetness spread throughout his pajamas, running down his legs and making a pattering sound as it ran over his pajamas’ feet, before leaking onto the tile floor and mingling into the large puddle of pee they were both now standing in. "Oh wow, Oh wow," Justin repeated as his stream subsided. He ran his hand over his soaking crotch, luxuriating in the warm wetness. He looked down at himself, his pjs soaked and his feet standing in a large puddle of pee. "That was great." 'See, told you," John said, splashing over and clapping Justin on the shoulder with a pee-soaked hand. 'What do we do now," Justin asked, only half caring. "We go back to class. You know how I do it." They squelched back to class, leaving pee-footprints in their wake. They reached their classroom and headed in. All heads turned to to them and their dripping pjs. Several students cheered or called out bet res7ults as they padded back to their desks. "Good going, John," Crissy said. John could swear he heard a spurting sound coming from her seat. "What was that sound?" he asked. "Ohh, nothing," she said, bunching her nightdress around her crotch. John thoroughly enjoyed his day in his soaked sleeper, periodically adding to the wet warmth throughout the day, but he knew that Justin had enjoyed it a whole lot more.
  7. Been rummaging through some old documents and a couple of math papers came out, along with unpleasant memories. Took math, failed, took it again, failed again. So, what are your least favourite subjects at school/college? Mine is definitely math and natural sciences in general lol. (I hope I'm not repeating someone else's post, btw)
  8. Carol's Wetting Chronicles Part 1- The Disaster at School Carol woke up, pushing away her blanket, and looking at her alarm clock. MONDAY 8:30 AM, it said. "Oh shit" She said as she jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. The school bus for her high school left at 9, so she had just 15 minutes to have a bath, eat her breakfast, dress up, and run to the bus stop "Well I was wondering when you'd get down here" Her mom said as Carol quickly took a seat at the dining table. Her dad shrugged as he continued reading his newspaper as usual. "Mom you shoulda woken me up! I don't have time for this" She wailed as she gulped down her cereal in seconds. As she finished her bowl and ran back up the stairs she glanced at the clock again- "Shit it's already 8:40!". She knew if she wanted to get to the bus on time she couldn't afford to use the restroom. This was concerning however, since she did feel a considerable urge to pee. "Agh I'll use the restroom at school" she consoled herself and she slipped on her light blue jeans and her white t-shirt onto her slim but fit body. She grabbed her backpack and ran down the stairs. "Bye mom! Bye dad!" she called out as she ran out the door, as she faintly heard her mom cry back to her with a "Have a great day, sweetheart!" The school bus being delayed by traffic certainly didn't help. Not using the restroom in the morning was just a mild inconvenience, but her breakfast seemed to have increased the pressure in her bladder. She still wasn't nearing desperation, but it was becoming more and more urgent as time went by. By the time she reached school, she was already a couple minutes late for her first class of the day. "Well I guess I'll have to wait a bit longer to use the restroom" she consoled herself again as she entered her history classroom. It was an interesting class, but Carol found it hard to concentrate with her need to pee constantly nagging at her. Fortunately, the class ended before she knew it and she rushed to the restroom to use it. But to her horror, she found that all the stalls were already occupied. "Shit" she cursed, now she was really starting to get desperate. She waited for a couple more minutes but it was no use- just as a stall cleared, the bell rang again and she had to go for her next class. T This time though, the class was algebra- which Carol found repulsively boring. Unfortunately this meant there was nothing distracting her from her desperate feeling to pee. "It's fine, just 40 more minutes" She consoled herself yet again, getting less confident each time she said it. 20 minutes in, she felt like bursting. "Hey Carol," She heard her friend Sarah calling from behind. "Yeah? "What's the answer you got for the 4th question?" "41" She said looking at her notebook "Thanks!" Sarah responded But just as she took her mind off her bladder for a second, she felt a small spurt of pee gush into her panties. "Ahh" she moaning as she grabbed her crotch and pulled her thighs together. "Uhh Carol you have to pee?" Sarah whispered again from the back "Agh dammit is it that obvious?" Carol replied "Eh, kinda." "Well I haven't been able to pee since last night." "You didn't use the restrooms at school?' "Nah, they were full" she winced "Damn that's hard luck" Sarah replied with a giggle 10 minutes later, she could barely keep the pee in. She clenched her crotch harder and brought her thighs closer together. She wanted to unbutton her jeans to relieve a bit of the pressure, but she was afraid of Mr. Klein passing by her desk and noticing. Her bladder was throbbing and begged to be released. At times she even thought of just letting it go and feeling the relief, but the shame of a high schooler wetting herself in class kept her from doing that. "Oh my god oh my god" She said as she felt the pee in her bladder surge forward. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it..." "C'mon Carol it's just 5 more minutes" Sarah encouraged her Just then she felt another spurt of pee dampen her panties, trickling for a whole second before she could stop it "Oh shit I'm leaking" she said as her face turned red. She couldn't see any wet spot on her jeans, but her panties were soaking. She now regretted picking light blue jeans in the morning- if she leaked more, it'd be completely visible. She pushed down on her crotch has hard as she could, barely listening to what Mr. Klein was teaching. The only thoughts in her mind right now were making it to the restroom before she had an accident. She risked a glance at her watch. "Just a couple more minutes..." Another spurt of warm liquid escaped her, and this time, created an obvious wet spot around her crotch. Just then the bell rang. Even before Mr. Klein left, she ran out of the classroom, and Sarah was right behind her. Thankfully, this time there was a stall available. But as she rushed into the restroom, she made the mistake of relaxing, and another spurt of pee flowed into her panties. "Ah shit" she said as she reached down to unbutton her jeans, but her button was jammed. "Shit shit shit" "What happened?" She heard Sarah ask from behind the door "My freaking button's stuck!" she cried as she felt another spurt of pee leave her bladder and enter her panties, running down to her thighs and creating another obvious wet spot. "Oh god no no no" Carol said as she tried holding in her pee a bit longer, struggling to unbutton her jeans. But it was all in vain "Ahhh" she moaned as pee gushed out and into her light-blue coloured jeans. First she felt the pee rising up the butt of her jeans, then down her legs and into her socks and shoes. "Shit" she cried as another torrent of pee came out and completely drenched her jeans. She couldn't stop the stream as it continued to run down her pants for at least another minute. First she was hit by a wave of relief as her bladder finally emptied itself. But then the embarrassment came back to her. By the time she finished, her jeans were completely wet- now more navy than light blue. "Oh my god Sarah I just pissed myself" "Oh my-" "I'm 18 years old and I just PISSED myself" "Carol...it wasn't your fault" Carol grunted angrily. She couldn't come out like this- it'd be obvious she wet her jeans. "Sarah can you get me my gym shorts?" "Uhh sure- good idea" Sarah replied. Carol looked down at the mess she made. The whole stall was filled with pee. She pulled down her soaked jeans and placed them on the toilet. Her panties were drenched with pee too, but she didn't have spare underwear. They'd have to do. She rinsed her jeans in an effort to remove the smell, and wore her gyms shorts which Sarah promptly got her. "Does it smell?" Carol asked her, concerned" "Nah it's all good- wouldn't be able to notice a thing!" Sarah smiled comfortingly The rest of the day was uneventful- as Sarah said, no one really noticed anything off with Carol's appearance or smell. When reached home, she told her parents she'd spiled some orange juice on her jeans and that's why she'd changed to her gym shorts, and to Carol's delight, they believed her. Before she walked up to her room, she took out her jeans from her backpack and threw them into the washing machine. Once she did reach her room, she took out her phone and called Sarah. "Did your parents buy the story?" was the first thing Carol said. "They ate it up!" She responded "Ah, good. I was getting worried" Sarah replied "Nope, it's all fine now," Carol sighed as she sat on her bed "On an unrelated note- you feel like hitting the movies tomorrow?" "Well I have a geography test on Wednesday, so I gotta study for that first- but I guess I'd be free at like 6 or 7" "Great! I'll book the tickets!" Carol replied. Finally something to look forward to after the disaster at school today. But unbeknownst to her, her wetting chronicles were just beginning...
  9. This happened in my senior year of high school. I was 18 and about a month away from graduation. I had a habit of peeing before I left home, and then not going again until the lunch break. Unfortunately (or not?), I also had a long bus ride and drank coffee every morning, so I'd usually have to go pretty bad by the time the break finally happened. My first couple classes that day were fine. I was feeling an urge to pee by the end of the second one, but nothing more than normal. Then I had history. It was the last class before the break, we had a big test, and we weren't allowed to leave until we finished it. I remember getting to the classroom and thinking I didn't need to go that badly, maybe a 5 on a scale of 1 to 10. Turns out I'd misjudged how much concentrating on a test would affect my desperation. The teacher handed us all packets of paper and told us to begin. After only a few questions, I was already getting distracted by my bladder. What started as a manageable urge was quickly growing into a definite need. I shifted around a little and squeezed my thighs together, trying to stay focused on the questions. I continued on through the test, struggling to mentally balance both the test-taking and the pee holding at once. By the time I was halfway done, I was bouncing my leg and squirming in my seat. My desk was in the front row on the right side, only a few feet from the teacher's desk, and I'm sure he could see my desperation. So could anybody else in the room who bothered to pay attention, and my fidgeting was definitely causing a few glances. Minutes ticked by, and the closer I got to finishing the test, the harder I had to try to keep it in. My legs bounced rapidly and I rocked my hips back and forth, pressing my pussy against the hard plastic chair. I didn't care who saw me at this point; I was just trying not to wet my pants in class. I had to go so badly, it was a full-on emergency. The bell rang then, and I hurriedly finished scribbling down something for the final essay questions. I tossed my things in my bag, wincing at the pressure in my bladder as I stood up, and practically threw my test onto the teacher's desk as I walked quickly out of the room. The hallway was super busy, and I had to push my way through a maze of people. It was so hard to not shove my hand between my legs. I was about to lose it. The bathroom was close, but there were still so many people in the way, and the crowd wasn't moving fast enough. My desperation surged, and I felt a small jet of pee spurt into my panties. I braced myself for the flood, blushing and squeezing my muscles tight, but I miraculously managed to hang on and reach the bathroom. A few more drops leaked out as I opened the door, then a few more. By the time I'd rushed into the stall, a slow stream of pee trickled constantly from my pussy. I almost couldn't yank my jeans down fast enough, but I made it, just barely. I peed for what felt like forever. When I examined my clothes, there was a large wet spot on my panties, covering the center of the crotch. My pants were also slightly damp, but not enough to draw any attention. I dried my panties as much as possible and continued with the day. • • 🌸 • • I also got really desperate and almost peed myself during another test! I'd missed class the day it was given, so I was taking a make-up exam after school a couple days later. It was just me in the middle of a small classroom, with the teacher at the front. I don't remember the subject, but the teacher was a middle aged guy, I didn't know him very well. I already had to pee pretty bad when I got there. I'm not sure why I didn't go before the test, when my last class got out; maybe I thought it would be quick and I could hang on a little longer. I did my best to focus and answer the questions, but just like the other time, trying to take the test made my desperation worse. Pretty soon I was bouncing and wiggling around at my desk, very aware of my full bladder. Eventually I was completely bursting. I knew I was about to wet my pants, so I had to sheepishly get up and ask if I could go to the bathroom, visibly squirming as I stood there. The teacher let me go, and I walked down the hall as fast as I could without attracting attention from any people still lingering around. As soon as I got into the bathroom, I grabbed myself tight and starting crossing my legs and bouncing on the spot. Luckily nobody else was there. I managed to make it and get my pants and panties down in time, but it was a very close call. Going back and finishing the test was a little embarrassing too, since I knew the teacher had seen how bad I had to pee 😳
  10. Hi everyone! In the last weeks I've been thinking about an album i saw last year here on the forum's gallery; it was about a girl that was forced to hold it at school by some shitty classmates (it was some kind of revenge I guess? idrk). I remember this moment in art class when she was teased by the spashing of paint's water. I've looked everywhere, searching with tags and all but i still can't find it. If I remember correctly the story wasn't finished and I NEED to see what happens next, so if anyone knows what I'm talking about please help me!
  11. Lily found herself in the middle of a magical arena. The chants of the crowd overwhelmed any other sound, cheering for their champion: Allegra, the Enchanter, a tall blonde elvish girl, standing in front of Lily. Lily stroke a defensive pose, as she prepared to face her opponent. "Allegra!" she said "This time will not be the same as the last time!" Allegra laughed loudly, covering her mouth. "Oh, little Lily, do you honestly believe a puny human like you stands any semblance of a chance?" "I'll show you who's puny!" Lily responded, angrily "Take this! Magic Missile!" Lily's wand pointed at Allegra and shot 5 bullets of light at the elf. Allegra stood in place, not even trying to evade them. "Shield." She put her palms towards the bullets, quickly deflecting 4 of them. However, the last one managed to leave a small cut on her face. Allegra touched her injury and looked at Lily with fury. "Well, then, it's my turn!" Her eyes and hair started to shine with a blue light, as Lily saw an arcane circle forming around her. "Now, how should I punish you for ruining my perfect face?... Oh, I know!" Allegra smirked, as Lily's eyes became blank and her body stiff. "Now... Urinate." Lily struggled to break from the enchanting hold, trying to keep her bladder from releasing. But Allegra's magic was too strong, and she quickly felt the warm liquid spreading through her clothes. "N-no..." Lily mumbled, as the crowd erupted in laughter. The laughter, however, started to turn into a sharp, loud noise. "Riiiiiiiing" The alarm went. Lily woke up suddenly, hitting her head against the top bunk. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" she said, rubbing her head. "Did you have to be so annoying?" she asked. "You can be so obnoxious, Ai" The alarm transformed into a greenish humanoid, a shifter, called Ai. "Obnoxious?" Ai responded, offended. "It's more obnoxious to sleep all morning when today is Magic Demonstration day. You should be thanking me!" "Oh my Grok! I COMPLETELY FORGOT!" Lily screamed. "Why didn't you wake me up before?! This is a very important-" Lily lifted up her covers, revealing a wet patch surrounding the area under her crotch. "Yikes." said Ai. "I didn't know you were a bedwetter." "I-I'm not!" Lily replied, blushing heavily. "T-this never h-happened before. I must be anxious about Demonstration day. Yeah! It was just a one time thing because of anxiety!" "Whatever you say, girl." I'll be in the top bunk working on my transmutation homework in case you need me." They said, before turning into a RC helicopter that flew to the top bunk. "I should clean this..." Lily thought to herself. "But... It's getting late, and it would be too embarrassing to have everyone see my futon drying..." __________________________________ What should Lily do? A. Clean it, it's disgusting. B. Just change yourself and go. What's the worst that could happen? C. Try one of the cleansing spells you learnt last year... Although it might be dangerous... D. Ask Ai to transmutate it somehow. E. Other.
  12. Hi all! Leaking/wetting tags are for a later chapter. This one focuses on setting up and building some of the desperation. If you couldn't tell from my last story or if you didn't read it, I'm a much bigger fan of holding and desperation/leaking than of any wetting itself, but I'll try to do right by both parts. Also all characters are 18 and are comfortable with each other. This chapter will likely be shorter than the next, as I'm just starting out. I hope you enjoy! Anna had a lot going for her. She was tall and pretty, with blonde hair and tan skin. Boys seemed to like her well enough, and she never had trouble staying thin. Unfortunately, she was a completely average student. She zoned out in class a lot and hadn't joined any clubs or activities, aside from being on the JV cheer squad in her freshman year. Most of the time her grades were C's with the occasional B sprinkled in, and that had been fine with her. But now she was a senior, which meant that she had to get her act together if she wanted to get into a good college. That meant joining clubs and getting better grades. Luckily, the school had a way to accomplish both of these: tutoring club. Tutoring club was a club for people who wanted to help others, but also for students who needed help in some subjects. Unluckily, the club only met in the hour before school started, as that was when the most students were available to participate. Anna had woken up late that day and had needed to rush to get to club on time. That meant no time for any real breakfast, though she did grab a nutrition shake on her way out. It also meant that she'd forgotten to use the bathroom before she'd left. She hadn't realized this until the nutrition shake was long finished and she was packing up her notebooks as tutoring club ended. A dull ache pulsed in Anna's lower stomach as she zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulders. Her water bottle made a sloshing sound as it jostled around in the bag, and she groaned internally at her own stupidity. Anna hated using public bathrooms, not only because they were gross, but also since she tended to pee very loudly and didn't like it when other people heard. She glanced at her phone- there were five minutes until the bell. She could duck into a bathroom while most people were on their way to classes and relieve herself in private. Just as she was about to leave for a bathroom, someone tapped her on the shoulder. It was Matt, Anna's best friend. Like Anna, Matt didn't do well with school and had joined the tutoring club. "Nice job today, A," Matt said. "I'm sure they'll teach you to read in no time." "Ha ha." Anna rolled her eyes. "Big words from someone who can barely spell his own name." "I'll get there someday," Matt responded. "Want to walk to math together?" Anna hesitated. She had really wanted to find a bathroom, but she didn't want to say it. Besides, their math teacher liked it when people showed up early. She could hold it for one class. "Sure," Anna said finally. "Let's go." Anna was already doubting her decision by the time class started. Her nutrition shake had started to make it's way into her bladder, and she kept shifting around in her seat without realizing it. She had forgot that today was double math, which meant that the class would be twice as long as usual. As the minutes passed, Anna grew more and more uncomfortable. She clenched rhythmically to keep herself in control. "Miss Frederick," the teacher called. Anna snapped to attention. The teacher was pointing at a problem on the board. He held a piece of chalk out to her expectantly. "Would you please come up here and solve this?" he asked. From the desk next to hers, Matt gave her a sympathetic look. Neither of them was very good at math. Anna knew that she didn't have a choice. Carefully, she slid out of her seat, feeling the full weight of her bladder press down against her crotch as she moved to the front of the room. As she read the problem on the blackboard, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to keep her fidgeting as discreet as possible. Her bladder was fully ready to be emptied now, and it wasn't letting up. Anna scribbled some calculations under the teacher's writing before attempting an answer. She looked at her teacher hopefully, but he shook his head. "You're close," he said. "Remember to convert your units." Anna glanced back over her work. Luckily, this kind of math was something she'd worked on in tutoring club last week, so she had some idea of what she was doing. As she inspected her calculations, a strong wave of urgency washed over her. She froze, tensing all of her lower muscles. Her butt cheeks clenched as she bore down on her urethra. After a second, the wave passed and Anna rushed to write another answer. "Very good," the teacher said. "You may return to your seat." Quickly, Anna darted back to her desk. Once she was seated, Matt gave her a weird look. "What's wrong with you?" he asked accusingly. "You looked all tense up there." "Nothing," Anna said. "Shut up." Matt kept going. "Seriously, you kind of looked like you had to pee." Anna glared at him. "Don't be an idiot." Matt's eyes widened. "You totally did, didn't you?" he asked teasingly. "No," Anna denied, but Matt was already grinning. "I said shut up!" "How bad is it?" he asked. "When was the last time you went?" Anna grit her teeth. "Last night." Matt laughed out loud, grin widening. The teacher shot him a glare, and he held up his hands in apology. Anna turned away from Matt, deciding to keep her mind off her bladder by focusing on the class. For a while, it worked. But then she heard a quiet sloshing sound from next to her. She turned her head slightly and saw Matt shaking his water bottle back and forth, surpressing a grin. The sound of the water splashing against the edges made it impossible for Anna to focus on anything but her worsening need for relief. "Matt," she hissed, "stop it." But Matt kept going. Some students turned to see what the sloshing noise was, but nobody seemed to catch on. The sound was driving Anna crazy. She crossed her legs subtly under her desk, gripping her pencil hard in her hand. "I'm serious," she whispered to Matt again. "Seriously about to pee yourself," Matt responded. The sloshing continued, and Anna felt herself grow hot from the effort of holding. Her bladder felt like an overfilled water balloon, slipping all over the place so that it was impossible to contain. After what seemed like ages, the bell rang. Doubles of first period meant that everyone went straight from their classes to lunch. Anna burst from her seat in anticipation of finding a bathroom- then she almost burst in another way. A whole night and morning's worth of urine was now boiling inside her bladder, and she had to twist her hips sharply and squeeze her thighs together to keep it all in. She could feel Matt laughing at her as she squirmed in place, fighting against the ocean inside of her. It seemed to take forever for the aisle to clear, but finally Anna was able to escape the classroom. She was so ready to make a beeline for the bathroom that she didn't even look where she was going, and ended up running straight into someone. The impact jolted her bladder and she had to fight to keep her hands away from her crotch in the crowded hallway. "Whoa," the person said. Anna looked up to see her boyfriend, Taylor. "Easy, babe," he said. "Where's the fire?" Anna scrambled for words. "What are you doing here?" Taylor shrugged. "I wanted to walk you to lunch." he looked past Anna to see Matt. "Hey, bro." "What's up?" Matt joined the little group. "So we're going to lunch?" The two boys looked to Anna, who was conflicted. On one hand, she was dying for a toilet. But Taylor and Matt were ready to go to lunch, and she didn't want to hold them up. Besides, there was a bathroom by the cafeteria entrance. She could probably slip in while the boys got in line for food. "Sure," Anna said. "Let's go."
  13. So it was raining this morning (it's been raining across all of Southern Ontario for the last couple days and counting) and when I got up it was still pretty dark, maybe an hour before sunrise, when I decided to go for a bit of a jog and swung by my old high school next to the Civic Centre. I felt strangely reminded of an experience from my senior year of high school as I was pretty much wearing the exact same outfit and the conditions were the same what with jogging in the morning rain by my old high school. Here are the details (names have been changed to protect the innocent 😉😞 I was a senior in high school and 19 at this point (I had spent some time dropped out and came back to finish so I was older than one would expect for grade 12). I went for a jog before school wearing a loose grey tank top, burgundy 3/4 joggers (pictures included below as I wet the same outfit this morning), white preppy shoes with white ankle socks. As I was walking towards the school I started to feel my socks get a little wet in my shoes so I stopped to take off my socks, put them in my pocket and continue barefoot. After a lap of the school and civic centre I stopped at the pond beside the civic centre to admire the rain hitting the water. I hadn't planned on wetting obviously as I was about to start school shortly and so I didn't have any change of clothes but something just came over me. I had been saving up my load for the last few days again and I was feeling super horny and naughty and adventurous. It was my last year of school so why not take some risks, right? I relaxed and let a nice hot jet of piss flood my joggers and I grabbed my crotch to move my dick around. I stopped the flow after a few seconds and took in how stimulating everything was. I was hyper sensitive from not orgasming for days. My toes curled and the sensation of my bare feet inside my shoes made me tremble. I let out another hot stream that filled my pants as they started to overflow with the liquid and drip down. I was able to shift side to side so that the pee dripped on the ground just beside my shoes. I was careful not to fill the shoes with piss as I would be wearing them all day. I let myself pee for a good 10 seconds this time and cut myself off before I was completely empty. I knew we had a good 5k run during my fitness class today at second period so I wanted to save some for a good wetting during the 5k. I stood there for a minute rubbing my dick around in my wet joggers getting kind close to orgasm, close enough to get a couple spurts of precum but stopped before tipping over the edge (I was commando which I often loved doing at school if I wasn't cross dressing) but the wet cotton of the joggers against my dick felt amazing and being commando at school always adds to the naughtiness. It was about an hour until classes started and I continued my jog with a couple more laps around the school. About half an hour before class, my girlfriend at the time, Taylor, called me to meet her by the smokers corner. By the time I met her the wetness of my pants had pretty much blended in and I wondered if she would notice. I leaned in to kiss her and she grabbed my cock through my pants. The discovery shifted her tone to one of excitement, "Did you piss your pants?" This was a fetish we both have and had already shared with each other, we actually pretty much shared all of our fetishes. Instead of answering her I let out a spurt of pee I had been holding onto and let it gush through her fingers. A huge grin came across her face and she leaned back in to kiss me even more vigorously. "What about your classes?" she asked. "Are you just going to play hookey today? Don't you have that 5k test in fitness though?" I took a step back so she could see my pants, "You can't really see it and I thought I would have some fun. I'm pretty well hydrated so it shouldn't smell. You should try it with me, we can make a game of it. See who is more wet when we meet for lunch. You're already wearing black so you don't even need to worry about anyone seeing." Taylor was wearing a tight red Hollister shirt with super short sleeves, some aqua coloured boy shorts with black lulu lemon athletic shorts over top and the same preppy white shoes and ankle socks. We bought 2 pair and we often traded our shoes. I leaned in to kiss her again while reaching my hands down behind her to spread her legs wide. I squeezed her butt and reached my finger towards her pussy and continued to squeeze while kissing her. Within a few seconds I felt the familiar warmth of her piss bursting through my fingers, soaking her athletic shorts and making a nice puddle on the ground that blended in with all the others from the rain. It may be worth noting that it was one of those light rain all day kind of things and there was never really a downpour so everyone was still out and about doing their business. Taylor and I were positioned a little ways away from everyone near some trees for our greeting. Taylor's torrent of piss flooding her shorts obviously got me quite excited and I felt we were under enough cover that I could whip my dick out and stick it between her thighs to get drenched in her hot piss while she emptied her bladder. I thrust rhythmically as the wet spandex of her shorts enveloped my cock. I continued to kiss her and let my arousal build but this was still just a tease. I wasn't ready to blow this load I had been saving for days just yet. I got stimulated enough to let out some precum again and this time I pulled her lulu lemons and boy shorts back to let my precum drip into her panties. Taylor always enjoyed wearing my cum in her panties, especially if she could do it at school for the added naughtiness. In doing this I got to enjoy the contrast of her aqua boy shorts with wet dark blue near the crotch and the much lighter aqua of the still dry sides. Taylor fingered herself for a few seconds before one of our friends started walking over to say good morning. I quickly put my cock back in my pants. "You two up to no good already?" Alex said while pointing at the obvious bulge in my pants from my still quite erect penis. We made casual conversation until the first bell and we all headed to class. It didn't seem like Alex noticed my wet pants and if he did, he didn't say anything. My first class was English, when I sat down in my wet joggers I also took off my shoes to dry and put my socks back on. It wasn't long into class before I started to have to pee again pretty bad. I had drank so much water from the jog this morning. I tried to ignore it but as we got about 3/4 of the way through the class I wasn't sure if I was going to make it to the gym change rooms at the end of the period. I tried to play with my dick in my pants a bit to get hard and hopefully distract from the need to urinate which helped for a bit but with 10 minutes left in the class, my need was insatiable. I let out a couple controlled spurts and rejoiced in the fresh warmth and wetness around my crotch and the arousal was just enough to get me to the end of first period. When the bell rang I made a b-line for the gym change rooms. The hall door was locked and I had to go in through the gym, by this point a spurt was shooting into my pants every few seconds. By the time I got in front of the toilet I was full on pissing my pants uncontrollably as I whipped my dick out to finish in the toilet and not get my shoes and socks soaked. The relief was so amazing that I thought I might have been having an orgasm from peeing but after maybe 20 seconds or so I snapped back to reality and cut off my flow once again. I still wanted to have a wetting during the 5k run while just out around the neighbourhood and maybe even with Alex who was in my fitness class (or at least with Alex watching). As I walked out of the stall in my soaked joggers the change room was still empty. I got out my black gym shorts (which had like mesh underwear sewn in kind of like a bathing suit), black tank top and black nike track shoes (also a picture below). I also felt in my gym bag I had left my cock rings in there and since I was feeling so naughty and I was still standing there alone in the change room and completely naked, I decide to pop the rings on. One around my entire package and another smaller one just to tug at my nuts. I had just finished pulling up my shorts when the other guys in my fitness class started to flood into the change room. I slipped my shoes on (again no socks as to keep them clean for after) and threw my black tank top over my head. I took my time packing up my bag and waited for Alex to get there and made small talk half-heartedly while trying to inconspicuously scope some of my hotter classmates changing. Alex whispered to me, "I have a surprise for you during the run. Stick to my pace." Something mischievous in his tone told me this surprise was going to be somewhat sexual in nature and I started to get hard. I winked at him and patted his ass. Alex was fully gay and everyone knew it. By senior year everyone was so comfortable with their sexuality that the guys in fitness took it as a compliment if they caught Alex checking them out. Same with me but I always tried to be less obvious just because it is good form. Anyways, we got out to the gym, did our warm ups and then our instructor got us started on the 5k. For the first kilometre or so Alex and I kept pace with most of the rest of the class until he started to drag behind a bit and I slowed down with him. In not too long we were coming up on a path that cut through the route but also led to a park and Alex took us down that path to the park. I was already needing to piss again pretty bad as I had never properly emptied my bladder yet today. To compound things my bladder muscles were starting to get weak from all the holding. When we got to the park, Alex brought us over to where there was some good tree cover and we had a decent amount of privacy. "So what's this surprise?" I asked. "Something naughty, I'm sure." Alex pulls out a metal butt plug. Quite a fat one too. "You're gonna finish the rest of the 5k with this in your ass," he tells me. I pretend to refuse to make myself seem less eager but I was too excited to hold up the charade for long. We were well hidden behind some trees and Alex pulled my bum out of my shorts, lubed up the butt plug with his spit and gently started forcing it inside me. About halfway and I clenched my sphincter and pushed it back out. It was a REALLY big butt plug. Bigger than most I had ever taken before. "I really have to pee," I tell Alex. "So just piss in your gym shorts. You already pissed in your joggers this morning." he replied (shit, I guess he did notice, lol... I wonder how many other people noticed and just didn't say anything?). "Just take it slow," I said. Alex continued pressing the butt plug deeper and deeper into my ass and I felt my dick bursting with piss but my shorts still felt dry. "I'm peeing!" I shouted. The butt plug finally slid into place. My entire body trembled and became overwhelmed with pleasure. It felt like I was pissing in waves, harder than I had ever pissed before. "I'm peeing..." I gasped. "No you're not," Alex laughed. I opened my ears and felt my crotch... just a handful of slimy, stick cum... wow... I was lost in such pure ecstasy from that orgasm I couldn't even tell the difference. "You just came, didn't you?" "Ye... yeah," I managed to get out while catching my breath. "Must have been a good one if you thought you were pissing." "I honestly couldn't tell the difference. I've been holding my nut for days and that butt plug just sent me over the edge. Thanks for the 'surprise' (I air-quoted as I continued to catch my breath). We should get running and catch up to the rest of the class." "Don't you still need to piss?" "I will piss my shorts while we're running. You should join me." We made our way through the park to reconnect to the 5k path further ahead. Once we were back on the sidewalk I let loose and basked in the rain while my legs were warmed with piss and that sweet, sweet release of finally letting my entire bladder empty. Noticing the liquid streaming down from between my legs, Alex started a deluge of his own and we each gave the other a slap on the ass while we were running and pissing our shorts. Our gym shorts were both black so no one noticed as we got back to the gym. The teacher recorded our 5k times and said we could take the rest of the class off so Alex and I headed into the change room. I had hung my joggers up to dry during the run but they were still a little damp when I put them on. I gave them a whiff before slipping them on though and to my delight they didn't smell, according to plan. When Alex pulled down his shorts he revealed a drenched pair of grey boxers and said, "I guess I'm going commando the rest of the day." He slipped on his tight ripped jeans, a girls grey american eagle top (similar style to the one Taylor was wearing) and some converse. "Was that the first time you wet yourself?" I asked Alex as I had never heard him mention that fetish before when we talked about sex and he obviously knew about my fetish. "Yeah. It felt pretty awesome. I can see why you enjoy it. I will have to experiment with it some more." "Be sure to include me," I responded. We hung out for a bit outside by the smokers corner until the end of period. Alex had another class but Taylor and I shared 3rd period lunch. I couldn't afford to let her be more wet than me when we met as per our little game so I squatted down and gave my joggers a nice fresh soaking. When Taylor got there and we kissed she could tell instantly I had busted a nut. I told her the story of what had transpired with Alex and she made me promise to filled her ass with the butt plug tomorrow morning for school. We both checked each other's wet spots and agreed to call it a tie for now but the contest was back on for end of the day. We both made each other drink a litre of water at lunch and promise to hold until the end of the day and we would wet on our walk home. By the time we met up after school my bladder muscles were too sore to hold out much longer. Taylor wanted to see who could hold the longest but I told her she had already won and I was pissing again as soon as we started walking but she didn't wait much longer. We went back to her place because her parents were always away on work and we fucked, showered and got changed. I spent the rest of the night in Taylor's clothes as I didn't bring any of my own. We did the laundry so I could have fresh gym shorts for the next day and the next morning it was Taylor's turn with the butt plug as promised. But that was it for the omo fun on this particular adventure. Alex and I would get into many other adventures in the future. Some of these adventures will be shared in future stories. It's crazy the scandalous shit we get up to when we let that sexual energy build up for a few days. We get way more risky. All the most fun omo adventures and interesting, scandalous sexual experiences I have had were a result of holding out for a few days while I got really horny and willing to do all sorts of crazy things I would never normally think of. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed reading this. It's crazy when you've been rubbing one out to a spank bank memory for so long that the details all get really intense in your mind. It's like a massive load off to get it out of my head and into words so thank you to the entire community for this outlet. This one ended up pretty long in the tooth. I'm going to try to get some shorter stories in over the next little bit. As always, if anyone has any criticism on the writing style or types of things to leave out or focus more on for future shares, then please share freely. I definitely get off on other people getting off on stories of my past experiences so if there is anything I can do to be more arousing in the writing style, I'm all ears. I love all you guys! Thanks for reading. (the grey jeggings were just the pants I was wetting while writing this post, the shoes and joggers were the same ones I had from high school)
  14. I wondered what the problem was; I mulled over this thought in the same way I contemplated the pressure in my bladder, as if it were some distant concept instead of an actual issue I needed to worry about. Desperation, as far as I knew, was not a “normal” sensation, hence there must have been a problem since I was feeling that way. The question, then, is what the problem was. It was drizzling outside, but that should not have been a problem, as it was the last lesson on a Thursday afternoon, and after that I would be free. Psychology should not be the problem either; it was not exactly my favourite subject, yet it was a discipline I did enjoy. No, something else must be stopping me from relieving myself. I knew I should have planned better, but I was a terrible planner, as one could tell from my unintelligible notes and messy folders. It had been a humid day, no sunlight but the temperature was bringing out enough sweat from you to remind you that late spring, or early summer, was there after all. I had been keeping myself hydrated and had not bothered to use the toilet, or indeed do anything at all, the entire afternoon. My bodily functions were secondary to me these days, as my thoughts were on somewhere else, constantly, a nagging sensation no less distracting than my aching bladder at the moment. “......And if you don’t start practicing planning your essay now,” his voice came from the front of the classroom, “I guess you’re gonna pay the price when you sit the exam less than two months from now.” I recrossed my legs and shifted in my seat for the umpteenth time. Guess I’m paying the price now, I thought. It had started as a moderate need to use the toilet when class started, only to increase steadily as time crawled forward, as the pressure gradually built up to a level that was enough to distract me from what he was saying - the last thing I wanted. Letting out a little sigh I made an almost physical effort to pay attention to the lesson. I hated the fact that I was desperate in his lesson; I resented it, in fact. Not that I had always been the kind of no-nonsense diligent student who work their ass off; one simple fact was that I had not done my Psychology homework yesterday, and he had already told me off earlier in the lesson when he was walking around the classroom checking our work. I glanced at his figure again, and bit my lip hard. He would not be here for long. We all knew. We all knew after the news leaked that he, one of the most popular teachers at our school, would be moving on to pastures new after the school year was over. Well, the school year was not far from over, and here I was, letting a lesson of his slip into the dark unfathomed realm of desperation. That stupid mind of mine was still trying to work out what the problem was, though. A drop of sweat fell onto my Psychology textbook and I realised that my forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat; I was definitely at a stage where I would have asked to use the toilet had it been any other teacher’s lesson. I did not, though, and I wondered why. Although I enjoyed Psychology it was not exactly my favourite subject, and although I admired and appreciated him a lot, I did not have what people call a “crush” on him (as I did on another teacher; that was another story though). Something was stopping me from raising my hand, and god knows what the heck it was. He made a funny comment on something, and the class roared with laughter. I managed to use their mirth as a form of protective fog I was able to retreat into and regurgitate on memories, memories that seemed to flood my mind as urine flooded my bladder. I once sat beside him, early in the morning, on the bench next to the pond in the schoolyard, squirming uncomfortably for completely different reasons. He was one of the few people at school that found out my mental health issues, and decided to take the time that morning to talk about it with me and tell me that he had seen my potential. It took me by surprise. Utterly. I sat in his classroom three times a week and never really greeted him when I met him on the corridors, and had never expected him to pay attention to such an average, even slightly below average, student. When we ended the conversation he was smiling, the same warm smile on his face when he said something funny in a lesson or said “well done” to you after a test. And now he was leaving. My need to use the toilet pulled me back to reality. Leaving for the Philippines, I had heard - a country I knew as much about as I knew about quantum physics. I never was a hardworking student, and now I wanted to bang my head against the wall for every time I messed around in his lesson. I hated to be desperate at the moment because I wanted all my attention on the lesson, on Psychology, on him. I stubbornly refused to ask for permission because I did not wish to leave the classroom, no matter how loudly the lower half of my body was screaming at me to do so. What a paradox. I actually laughed a little as I worked the problem out, or thought I did. It suddenly came to me how quiet the class was; it turned out that he had put up a question on the board for the class to work on. I stole a quick glance around the room, made sure no one was watching, before hesitantly raising my hand. He walked towards me and asked what I needed, his voice gentle as ever, or as before, since there would not be a future. “Sir can I go to the toilet please?” I heard him say something about not having done my homework the previous day. I swallowed hard. “I......I didn’t do my homework yesterday because I’m on some new medication and I slept for eleven hours straight last night. I’m sorry.” He paused, and I thought I saw him swallow as hard as I did. “Yeah you may go. Be quick.” I stood up and rushed out. It was still drizzling, not hot, but not cool either; I felt myself leak a few drops into my panties not because of the chills the rain brought, but because of a surge of sheer lack of control. I got to the toilet, pulled down my pants, and as the torrent gushed out from my bladder, instead of the relief I was expecting, I felt calm. The kind of calmness that was powerful enough to engulf anything, even the relief of emptying a full bladder. I sat there, long after my stream had died down. Yeah - I had at last found what the problem was. I chose to suffer because I was scared, scared to voluntarily end something because I had been too engrossed in the anguish I felt from endings that were out of my control. But if ending something voluntarily marks the end of suffering, then why not - no matter it was relieving oneself or stopping oneself from being unable to let go of others and move on on one’s own. For a split second I felt like I could have burst into tears right there in the cubicle, but miraculously I did not. I went back to the classroom. The door was closed. I knocked, and he opened the door. Before I slipped into my seat he tapped my shoulder and whispered to me: “Next time if you need special consideration for your homework just let me know - it’s alright.” “Thank you.” I muttered. Shortly afterwards class was over. I did not bother to pack my Psychology textbook into my bag, held it close to my chest, before putting on my earphones. Still was the rain falling; it was just another drizzling Thursday afternoon, one day in the life of mine and him, of ends and beginnings. As I walked past the toilets I realised that the song in my earphones was one of my favourites, “Remember Your Smile” by Enya, and it had just reached its final lines: “Each one has a journey, That’s how it goes. Sometimes we’re together, Sometimes alone.”
  15. (Artist: zerink of tumblr.com) Zelda's Late Night It was the end of another fine day in Skyloft, as the sun began to set behind the distant clouds. The sunsets are always so beautiful, Zelda thought to herself as she sat upon her favorite hill, overlooking the Skyloft Academy. She giggled inwardly as she found herself wishing that her childhood friend, Link, were here with her. She had been hiding up there all day practicing The Ballad of the Goddess in preparation for the annual Wing Ceremony the next day. The Wing Ceremony consisted of a race to determine who would graduate and become a knight. This year, Zelda had been chosen as the maiden who would enact the role of the Goddess in the final part of the ceremony, while the victor would be enacting the role of the Goddess's chosen hero. She blushed again as she thought of Link being the victor, it would just be so perfect for her to be the one to do the ceremony for him. I will need to remember to make sure Link gets his practicing in tomorrow and doesn't sleep in! She thought to herself. Finally, she decided to get up and return to the academy. Dusting herself off, she took one last look back at the sunset, she wanted to stay and watch it till the end, but she didn't want Pipit, or any of the other senior class knights to give her a hard time for missing curfew again. Later that evening, Zelda was safely in her room at the Skyloft Academy, getting in some more late night practice. She already had the rhythm of the harp down, but was still struggling with a few of the lyrics. So she sat at her desk with a cup of water to keep her whistle wet in one hand, and a lyrical score sheet in the other. Hoping that no one else would hear her, she had been singing quietly to herself, practicing the verses. After awhile, she grew uncomfortable sitting at her desk, so she moved over to sit on her bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her boots, then stood up again to remove her white tights and other adornings. Feeling a little more free now, she sat back on the bed with her legs folded, still wearing the cute pink dress she had made for the upcoming ceremony. After a few more minutes, she rolled over on her stomach, and held the paper out in front of her. As she did this, it put more pressure on her bladder, and she realized that she had to pee. Deciding that maybe a little break would be good anyway, she rolled out of bed, slid into her slippers, and exited the room. (Artist: moxie2D of Deviantart) Zelda walked daintily down the hallway, hoping that none of the boys would see her in a partial state of undress. The short time laying on her stomach had really put a strain on her bladder, much more so than she realized, but fortunately, the restroom was only just down the hall. Upon reaching it, she discovered that the door was locked. "Hello, is anyone in there?" she said softly, as she lightly knocked on the door. There was no response, but she could hear the sounds of water running, someone was clearly taking a bath. Zelda sighed, and stood by the door, waiting. Several minutes passed, and she could still hear the water, whoever was using the restroom was taking their time. The sounds of the bathwater became too much for her, and she decided to return to her room to wait it out. After about fifteen minutes of pacing about her room, her need to go had become quite urgent, so she returned to the hallway to check on the restroom. Surely whoever was in there would be done by now! She thought to herself. Approaching the door, her heart sank as she saw that now, Karane, one of the upper-class girls, was also waiting in front of the restroom door. "Oh, hello, Karane, your waiting for the restroom too?" Zelda asked. "Oh hi! Yeah, I am. Whoever is in there, they've been at it for a looong time." Karane responded. "Oh dear, I was waiting earlier and went back to my room because they were taking too long. That was nearly half an hour ago!" "Really, that long? Surely they must almost be done by now. I need a bath before tomorrow, what about you?" Zelda blushed at the question, not wanting to admit that she needed to pee. "Oh, y-yes, me too. I want to have a good bath for my part in the ceremony tomorrow..." "Oh yeah, you were chosen to play the Goddess this year, right? I'm so jealous! I always wanted to be picked for that. Congrats to you!" "Yeah, I was picked. I'm sorry that you never were, Karane." Zelda said, wincing as the pain in her bladder became worse. Noticing the look on Zelda's face, Karane asked, "Hey, you sure you're okay?" "W-what? Oh yes, I, I'm fine. Just uh, a little nervous about tomorrow, I guess..." Zelda replied. Though in truth she was a little nervous about the ceremony tomorrow, she was mostly only nervous that Link would not be the victor, and they would not be able to do the ceremony together. The reality of the situation was that her bladder's desperation was what was actually causing her to look, 'nervous.' Finally, after what felt like eons, Zelda's father, Gaepora emerged from the restroom, wearing only his bathrobe. The girls both screeched and covered their eyes, Gaepora's face turned red. "Oh, uh, terribly sorry girls, I uh.." he said, fumbling with his words. "Daddy, just go!" Zelda yelped, still covering her eyes as her face burned hot with embarrassment. Why did her father always have to embarrass her like this? He merely nodded at this and shuffled down the hall in his much too short bathrobe. The girls exchanged glances. "Can we just agree to never speak of this again?" Zelda said, her cheeks still red. "Fine by me, it's not like I ever want that image in my head again." Karane replied. "I love my father so much, but he really can be embarrassing sometimes." "Yeah, dads are like that. Anyway, sorry that you still might have to wait a bit, I'm going to need to run some new bathwater, I don't want to reuse your father's water...uh no offense though!" "Oh, uh, yeah, none taken! I wouldn't want to either!" Zelda replied sweetly, though Karane's words were killing her on the inside. She wasn't sure if she could wait long enough for Karane to draw a brand new bath and fully bathe herself. She was considering asking Karane if she would let her go first, but that would be rude, especially since she still didn't know the real reason that Zelda wanted to go first.She sighed as Karane shut the door behind her, leaving Zelda waiting in the hallway again, alone with her full bladder. As soon as Zelda heard the water flowing again, her need to pee became even more desperate. Her bladder twinged painfully, and she had to put one of her hands between her legs to keep her muscles from releasing. The water in the restroom was still flowing, and it was making her pain worse by the second. Before long, a small dribble of urine escaped her failing muscles, and leaked into her pink panties. She squealed, and put her other hand between her legs, straining with all her willpower to keep it from going any further. Deciding that the sound of the water was too much, she began to pace up and down the hallway, while staying out of earshot. However, this was only a short term solution, as the pressure in her abdomen was growing at an alarming rate every second, soon walking was too painful. Fortunately, the water had finally stopped running, so she was able to go and wait in place by the door again. Suddenly, she heard a door open, and looked up hopefully, but it was not the restroom door. Zelda froze in place as she realized that it was the front door, Pipit had just come inside from his nightly patrol. Using every ounce of strength she had, she straightened her body, and removed her hands from between her legs. She didn't want anyone to know that she was so desperate, especially not any of the boys. "Oh, uh, evening, Zelda." He said, blushing and averting his gaze. "E-evening" she stammered "w-what's wrong?" That's when Zelda remembered that she was no longer wearing her tights, and that her lower legs were visible. She quickly put her hands in front of herself, and hung her head in shame while Pipit hurriedly moved past her towards the other end of the building. Suddenly, she realized that there was a warm sensation in her panties, while she had been attempting to appear normal, a very small stream of pee had began to escape into her underwear. She squealed again, and shoved both her hands between her legs once more, stopping the flow. She felt up under her dress, it wasn't bad, her panties had a good wet patch on them, but nothing more, nothing that anyone else could notice. Unfortunately, she was only holding off the inevitable, at this rate, if the restroom didn't become available right at that moment, there would be no way that she wouldn't have an accident. The restroom did not open at that very moment, so Zelda began to lose her battle. Bit by bit, more spurts of urine escaped from her burning urethra and into her undergarments. She could now feel it beginning to leak out of her panties, and through her fingers, with tears welling in her eyes, she clamped them shut, and pressed her hands against her womanhood even tighter, attempting to hold back the flow. It was no use though, her muscles completely gave way, and her bladder started to fully empty into her already saturated panties. Understanding that the flow couldn't be stopped, and not wanting to accidentally brush up against her ceremony dress, Zelda removed her hands from her pee flow. Hot streams of urine were jetting straight through her panties, running down her legs and soaking into her slippers. Before long, there was a large puddle forming at her feet, the pee running down her legs was rivaled only by the tears streaming down her face. As her accident was drawing to a close, she heard the lock turn on the restroom door, as Karane emerged. "Alright, sorry for the wait, it's all your-" Karane gasped. "Oh no, Zelda, are you alright? You had a uh...shoot, I'm sorry!" *sobbing* "I-I..waited a l-long time" *sobs* "P-please don't tell Link!" "What? No no, it's okay, why didn't you just tell me? I would have let you go first. Don't worry, Link will never know, I won't tell a soul." *sniffle* "Promise?" "Yes, I promise. I'm no bully like Groose and his cronies, I wouldn't get anything out of publicly humiliating you. Now why don't you just go ahead and get in there to clean yourself up. I had clean up duty tonight anyway, so I'll grab a mop and take care of your- uh...yeah, I'll take care of it. Sorry, didn't mean to bring it up." Without another word, Zelda shuffled into the bathroom, and closed the door. Her eyes still stung hot with tears, and her underwear were still wet and warm. She wiped the burning tears from her eyes, and stripped out of her clothes. She tossed the soiled clothing to the side, and folded her ceremony dress up neatly on the counter. While she waited for the bath basin to fill, Zelda inspected her slender body. Her inner thighs were still moist to the touch, and her girl parts smelled strongly of fresh urine, this caused a pang of shame and humiliation to shoot through her stomach as she thought about it. She felt so childish, and was glad that Link didn't have to see her this way. She wasn't quite sure why she couldn't stop thinking about him, sure, Link was her best friend, and would be so unconditionally, but why would it have bothered her more for him to have seen this than anyone else? She blushed again, realizing that Link's opinion of his friend really mattered to her because..... (as per usual with Zelda games, the answer to that can be up to your own interpretation😉) Once her bath was over, Zelda put her dress back on, having no clean underclothes, and prepared herself for the walk of shame. She cracked the door open and looked out into the hallway. No one was around, and, as per her promise, Karane had cleaned up Zelda's accident from the floor, her face turned red again at the thought of this. Determining that the coast was clear, she slipped out from the restroom, and hurried down the hallway back to her room, carrying her pee-stained clothing in a little bundle under her arm. As she went down the hall, she prayed that she wouldn't run in to anyone, so no one would see or smell her ruined clothing. Her prayers were answered, she made it back to her room unnoticed, it was after hours, afterall, so most of the students and instructors were in their chambers. Once she was finally back in the safety of her room, she began to relax and come to the realization that everything would be okay. She did still have the ceremony to look forward to tomorrow. I should become closer friends with Karane, she really had my back, and was so understanding. She thought to herself. But for now, let's just worry about Link, I had better hurry and get some sleep so that I can remind him to get some practice in the morning, I know he will probably sleep in otherwise. Still feeling a bit ashamed and childish, Zelda finally crawled into bed and slid between her sheets. As sleep began to overtake her, the worries of her humiliating accident began to drift away. Written by: High Meme-Overlord
  16. A little background information is needed before we start. I am looking to create a story where a girl, or multiple girls are desperate to pee in a school setting, like middle school or high school, and the school rules are set up to where you can't be late to class and can't use the bathroom during class. (One exception: If one of the stalls is non-functional during one of the breaks, and that is what causes a line, the girls that need to use the facilities will get a tardy pass to their next class to get the tardy excused). But under any other circumstance, any student that is late or has to leave class to use the bathroom will receive a 30-minute after school detention the next day, and it will be an "office" detention, with one teacher in charge of all detentions for the day, so the detention may not be with the teacher whose class the student was late to. The class periods are 50 minutes long, with 5 minutes between classes, and lunch is between fourth and fifth periods, and school is over after 7 periods. There are three stalls in each girls bathroom, and there will probably be a line in the bathroom at most of the passing time periods. Each girl will need at least a minute in the stall to do her business before exiting. At a later time, we can decide whether cutting in line, peeing on the floor, sink, trash can, water bottle, desk, chair, etc. will be allowed, but that's not the immediate concern. If a girl gets a detention, the situation will be where the parents have to be notified of the detention before it can be served, and the detention might interfere with another after-school activity for the student (like basketball, volleyball, or cheerleading, but I haven't gotten that far into thinking what it is yet). And if the student misses a practice because of a detention, she might very well be kicked off the team depending on how many other practices she has missed. But, before I get to the meat of the story, we need to make a few decisions. The main character's name will be Jessica (14 year old freshman, and the school is grades 9 through 12), and there may be other characters to introduce later. We will assume for the sake of argument that she does her morning pee when she gets up in the morning, and when she eats breakfast, she'll eat toast, cereal, and drink some juice, and that may or may not come into play later on. 1) What should this girl wear for the day? A) Standard (shirt and blue jeans) B) A skirt or dress (one piece or two piece) C) A cheerleading outfit (or sports uniform if she is on a sports team) D) Other (please list) 2) How does she get to school A) Parents take her B) School bus C) Walks D) Bicycle E) Other (but she's not old enough to drive) 3) How long does it take to get to school A) Less than 5 minutes B) 5 to 10 minutes C) 10 to 15 minutes D) Other (please list) 4) What kind of special clubs is she on (if any) A) Volleyball B) Soccer C) Cheerleading D) Other (please list)
  17. Once again I bring you a tale from yet another friend of mine. This story is told from their perspective, with some minor edits by me. Posted with permission. The break shows where the omorashi part starts, so you don't have to read before that. I will be sharing your comments/questions with to person who told me this story, they would love to hear them and respond. ---------- The day started like any of my other normal days. I wake up on a Monday morning at sunrise to have breakfast and get ready for school. I was 17 and it was my last year at my high school, which was a catholic all boys school. I had my usual breakfast of toast before getting ready. Due to sleep deprivation I also drank a large mug of coffee in my favourite special mug, which really helped me get through the day, but the mug was basically a small bowl with a handle. I hopped in the shower to have a quick scrub and shave what little facial hair I had before I got dressed. The shower probably lasted longer than it should have, I typically take way too long in the shower, found it helps me to wake up. I hopped out and scrubbed myself down with a towel and began the chore of getting dressed. Winter uniform consisted of a long sleeve button up dress shirt, underwear, black socks, grey pants, black leather shoes, belt, tie and finally the blazer. I grabbed my laptop, schoolbooks, phone, headphones and wallet and shoved them into my school bag along with my grey wide brim bucket hat. I fill up my water bottle before leaving and place it into the little slot for it on the side of the bag. Parents woke up just as I was beginning to leave to lock the door behind me and get ready for work. Saying goodbye, I walk into my driveway and begin walking to the train station. Grabbing out my headphones to listen to music, since the walk was about 15-20 minutes usually. I liked to get the exercise and groove along the sidewalk of my suburb to relax. The walk was uneventful but it was still a little exhausting. As I arrive at the station around 7:30, I take a swig from my water bottle and wait for the train to arrive. It takes a little bit of time but the train finally arrives and I hop on. Even though it was early, it was impossible to find a seat on the train, it was packed full of people travelling to the brisbane CBD for work and schoolkids. After about 10 minutes of commute, the train arrived at the station closest to my school, despite still being another 10 minute walk away. I walked up the stairs into the main courtyard towards the building with my locker. I opened my locker and shoved my bag in, grabbing my school diary out to check what subjects I had today. The first two periods were taken by a school assembly. I closed my locker and walked upstairs to the second level of the building looking for my friends. I saw one of my best mates Ariel, he was a short filipino, as I walked up the stairs. Looking at my watch to check the time, 8:10, no wonder no one else was here. "Ariel, how are you doing?" I say walking up to him. "Yeah im doing alright thanks." We proceeded to chat about things that we did during the weekend, which was probably about what happened in our Dungeons and Dragons session the previous day for a laugh. Slowly, the rest of our friends would show up and join in the conversation. First was Daniel, a white south african, followed by Chris and James, which were typical high school students and basically interchangeable. ---------- As the first bell rung, we ended our conversation and began moving towards the school assembly building, which was just the indoor basketball and netball courts. Slowly, all ~1200 students made their way inside the building and sat in their designated areas based on school house. My friends and I were all in the same house, but in different tutor rooms so we had to split up. I sat down next to other seniors from my tutor room and waited for the assembly to start. Assemblies were always boring, they talked about so much sports shit that I just didn't care about like cricket or rugby. Most of the time I just leaned forward and put my head in my hands and tried to not fall asleep. This assembly started off a little differently though, the first 15 minutes was designated to charity in East Timor. Once the sports announcements started, I was off in my own little world. Time seemed to move to a crawl, and slowly the urge began. Completely neglecting that I hadn't gone to the bathroom before the assembly started. At first the feeling was typical. I just tried to not think about it about get through the assembly before running off to the bathroom. I glanced at my watch to check the time. I still had to sit in the hall for another hour. Over time the feeling gets worse and worse but I try my best to hold it and weather the storm. The pressure builds and every minute feels slow. Constantly glancing at my watch hoping to see time speed up so that I could get relief. Sitting there I could do nothing but think about going to the bathroom just to pee. The feeling had built over time. I resorted to using tricks to stop myself from experiencing the feeling. Purposefully getting an erection to stave off the feeling. Unfortunately, the urge was overwhelming and my erection didn't even last 5 minutes before disappearing. I had waited for 45 minutes since I first need to go before I finally had to do something before I pissed myself. Thankfully, I was seated by the sides of the hall and stood up to make my way to the bathroom. There was a bathroom located behind the main stage of the hall by the entrance and I moved towards it, barely able to hold myself in. Just outside the front of the bathroom, I push on the door to enter. Locked. Holy fuck. I calmly walk to the front entrance of the hall to not make much noise. I walk outside and close the door behind me. I proceed to run as fast as I can to the next closest bathroom. Every single step causes legitimate pain and I'm sure that I'm not even gonna make it. The only thing keeping me from pissing myself is the reassurance that I'm already so close to another bathroom. I ran across the courtyard to the next building and booked it to that blocks bathroom. As I was running there, I was leaking small dribbles into my underwear. I run inside and find a stall. I close the stall door behind me, unzip and lower my pants to my knees. I'm immediately going before I have time to grip myself and aim. I feel the best feeling of relief I have ever felt in my entire life. I have never spent more time peeing in one go than I did that day. I was peeing a solid stream for at least a full 15-20 seconds and it continued for over a minute longer, my eyes were watering. After the feeling of euphoric release, I shake my dick and absorb the droplets of piss in my underwear with toilet paper. Looking down, the entire crotch of my underwear was wet. I pull my pants back up and redo my belt. I sheepishly walk back to the hall and take my seat in the assembly. Sitting through the last ~10 minutes, just happy that I was able to pee.
  18. In my high school I was in a specialized class, people who had not had their BACs. For most people it was because they had done a CAP before. (Sorry, I do not know the name of these graduates in English.) In my class the age range from 17 to 22 years. In my class I was next to a girl, who will be called Z for the story. Z often complained at the end of class that she wanted to go to the bathroom. Because often in the middle of classe, teachers do not want the left go to the bathroom. They said we had to be able to hold ourselves back more than 2 hours. When she told me that she wanted to pee, I told him that it disturbed me. And so I would repeat it and sometimes overplay envy, thinking I was disturbing myself. While in real … 😉 Hanging one afternoon she wanted, more than usual because the last 15 minutes she bounced on his chair pressing his hands on his crotch. So I decided to tease her a little to make her talk a little." Do you still want to pee ? again." With a jaded tone to make sure that she tries to provoke me. But, surprise. She stayed serious and told me that she really wanted to go to the bathroom. So I told him that she had to ask to go.The teacher will let her go. She replied that he would never let her go in the bathroom, that he did not care. So I told him that it cost nothing to try and that it was better to piss in your pants. After 5 minutes she asked sharply the words to the teacher. "I have to go to the bathroom now." The teacher juste replied "No". She answered him; "I'm going to pee on myself !" She sighed and I told her to stay only 10 minutes. I also told him to bend his legs and not to press his bladder. Pendants 5 minutes to bounce on herself even the teacher ended the classes earlier. And Z hurried to the toilet. 1 week later, the day after a day when I was not there. I learned that Z had piss in her. She said she had done so because the teachers never let her go and that moreover at this time she can hardly stop herself. Sorry for the mistakes, my English is not very good. If people have questions do not hesitate I did not tell everything in detail, I preferred that the story remains simple and short. And if some French want to ask me questions in mp he does not hesitate. It will be easier for me too.
  19. Hi this is my first story ive ever written so I dont know how it will be but this is a challenge I decided to do today . I decided to do a hold today during school and this is how it went. (btw i have block scheduling so i only have 4 classes) I didnt go to the bathroom at all the night before and on the bus ride i drank one bottle of water(16oz). On a scale of 1-10 I would say im about a 5 now. The bus ride was not the best actually, it was really bumpy and long. By the end of the bus ride i was at about a 6-7 and I didnt drink any more because i didnt want to have an accident in school (even though that would be the best). I went to first period and I tried to make it unoticable and i dont think anyone noticed, I had biology so we did a project. After that i went to second period which was lifting and it was by far the hardest, I felt the pressure on my bladder every time i went to pick up a weight or even do anything. I Somtimes had to give my bladder a couple seconds to rest before i could begin. Next up was flex (free period), which was surprisingly the easiest, little urges here and there but nothing too strong. After that was trigonomatry which was pretty boring so all i could think about was that fact i needed to pee. religion was next and was pretty bad by the time class ended It felt so good to go to the bathroom finally. Maybe next time I will try to be around an 8 and even hold it when i get home
  20. I had tried this topic before, but something happened like some of my responses wouldn't post until after others had replied, so I'll try this one more time. This may not work because I don't know how realistic this scenario really is, but it's worth a try. As some of you may know, boys can generally get in and out of the bathrooms pretty quickly (sometimes as quickly as 20 or 30 seconds), but it's not as easy for girls because there might be a long line and you don't know what's going on. They have to undo pants, and don't know if they have to do #1 or #2 or both. At the very least, you can pretty much guarantee that it will take each girl a minimum of a minute to get into the stall, do their business, and exit the stall. You may also know that some schools may not let people be late to school or a given class, or use the bathroom during class. So, I thought I'd spell out the general rules before asking questions for the interactive story. 1) There are five minutes between classes, and 50 minute class periods. 2) Can’t be late, and can’t use the restroom during class without some sort of disciplinary action, and asking the teacher to use the restroom before class will not work. 3) There are three toilets available in each girls bathroom (and there are either two or three total sets of restrooms in the building, not counting the nurse's restroom or the gym locker rooms. Exact number will be determined later). 4) There are at least 800 students in this school (and at least 400 of them are girls). There may be more depending on what we decide the grade distribution is (see below). 5) There is a tall, skinny blonde girl (probably more than one) that really needs to pee during one of the passing periods between classes. 6) This girl in question arrives at the restroom closest to her next class somewhere between the 1 and 2 minute mark (probably closer to the 2 minute mark) of break time (meaning there are about 3 or 4 minutes to go before the next class). Here is the first group of questions for the interactive part: Now, this is the first group of questions for the interactive part. 1) What should this girl's name be? 2) What is the age and grade of this girl (should be between 11 and 18 years of age, and between grades 6 and 12)? 3) What is the grade range of this school (for example 6th grade only, 7th/8th grade only, 9th through 12th grade, or even 6th grade through 12th grade)? I think the grade range should be at least 2 or 3 grades. 4) What is she wearing on that particular day? 5) On a scale of 1 to 10, how desperate is she to pee (or to put it another way, how full is her bladder)? 6) How many girls are ahead of her in line, and how desperate do they look? (Remember that there are only three toilets available in each girls bathroom. Also remember that there are only five minutes between classes and that they can't be late and also can't use the bathroom during class). Later on, I can get into other decisions, such as whether or not she has a spare set of clothes, or whether cutting in line is okay, or to pee in a trash can, sink, or on the floor. But these constraints and questions should make for a good starting point.
  21. A story I wrote a few years ago that I recently found on my hard drive, hope you enjoy! It involves two 18 year old final year British secondary school students, Alex and Amy, who are part of the school council (a group of students who are elected to represent the views of all pupils and to improve their school), and find themselves in a rather desperate predicament during a council meeting, along with their teacher. “Alex, are you coming or not?” Alex looked around to see his friend Amy calling him over. She was, of course, talking about the school council meeting, the last one of the term, scheduled to last until at least 5.00pm that evening. He sighed inwardly, he’d been on his way to the toilets just the other side of the hall, but he was too shy to admit to Amy that he was badly needing a pee. He could probably hold it until the meeting finished, he reasoned as he followed her up to the classroom, it’s not that bad. But it was. It had been a warm day, and he’d had a couple of cans of coke as well as downing a large water bottle. It was just after 3.30pm and he had not been to the toilet since he woke up early that morning. All that liquid had made an impact on his bladder, which was uncomfortably full, and although he hated using the school toilets and would rather wait until he got home, he’d urgently set off towards them as soon as the bell rang at the end of the school day. That’s when Amy, a friend he’d known since Primary School, had called him over, and he’d reluctantly joined her, trying to forget his discomfort. Little did he know, Amy was far from comfortable herself. Unlike Alex, she would usually use the school toilets at lunchtime, but today she had not had time to go on account of an urgent meet-up of the yearbook committee, which she was dragged along to by a friend before she could protest. Now, as she climbed the stairs next to Alex, she felt her bladder throb slightly with every step she took, but it was too late to go back and pee now, and besides, she didn’t want to annoy Alex, who seemed troubled by something. She’d just have to bite her lip and wait it out. As they entered the classroom, they were both surprised by how hot it was. “Sorry folks” said Miss Stelfox, the attractive young teacher chairing the meeting, “the windows in here don’t open, but there’s nothing I can do I’m afraid. It is warm, I know, but there’s plenty of water to go around”, and she placed the last few water jugs on the tables. She was dressed in her usual outfit of tight fitting shirt, skirt, black tights and high heels, and Alex admired the curves on her perfectly shaped body. They found a couple of empty seats to the side, and sat down next to one another, noticing how few people had turned up, and after a few minutes of chit-chat the meeting started. Alex had some points he wanted to raise, and he temporarily forgot about his need to relieve himself as he concentrated on perfecting the arguments he would put forward. It was 45 minutes into the meeting, and as Alex drained his glass for the second time, he felt a twinge of discomfort in his bladder, the feeling of fullness much more pronounced than before. He crossed his ankles under the table, and sighed quietly as he saw how long he still had to wait. Miss Stelfox was pressing them eagerly for new ideas or solutions to the proposals they had put forward, quite the slave driver, and Alex was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on the task in hand. He looked around, and noticed that Amy had her legs crossed quite tightly, and was jiggling her foot around. She must have sensed his eyes on her, because she looked at him, smiling sheepishly. “I really need the loo”, she whispered, and Alex noticed the anxious look on her face. He just smiled sympathetically, as he was too nervous to tell anyone about his own need, which was growing by the minute. He bit his bottom lip, crossed his ankles the opposite way, and jiggled his knees. It was no good, he was really bursting now, and would have to find some way of easing the pressure on his bladder. Despite his need, Alex was thirsty again, and took hold of the jug, trying not to wince as the water trickled into his glass. He briefly considered asking if he could quickly go to the toilet and come back, but he was embarrassed just thinking about it. No, he could hold it. 15 minutes of the meeting left to go, and now he wasn’t so sure. All he could think about was the relentless, throbbing ache in his bladder. By now, he had lost all track of the meeting, and kept glancing up at the clock every few seconds, appalled at how slowly time seemed to be ticking by. He looked across at Amy, and noticed the way she was leaning forward slightly, onto the table. As he watched, she crossed her legs the other way, then back again, frantically bobbing her knees and tapping her feet on the floor. She looked up at him, and Alex saw that she had placed her hand between her tightly crossed thighs, squeezing it between them, so high up that she was almost reaching up underneath her short school uniform skirt. She had been drinking several glasses water throughout the meeting and was clearly just as desperate as he was, if not more so, and he felt a strong sympathy towards her plight. Amy whispered ‘I’m so desperate for a wee… I don't know if can hold it, aah oh noooo!’ She gave a little squeak, so quiet that only Alex heard it, and thrust a hand deep into her crotch, and leaned forward so far that her head was almost touching the hard wooden surface of the table. Alex looked up and noticed Miss Stelfox giving him a questioning look, and he lied ”Pen, she’s er, dropped it under the table.” The strain in his voice was obvious, but the teacher didn’t seem to notice. The discomfort Alex was feeling was merciless, and it felt like his bladder was the size of a balloon. He reached down, and discreetly as he could, he loosened his belt, squeezing his dick through his grey school trousers for a second, relishing the temporary relief it gave him. Forgetting his embarrassment, he whispered to Amy “There’s ten minutes left. I need to go too, really badly, it’s not long now’. She looked up at him, and nodded, glancing up at the clock and bobbing up and down in her chair. ‘Thanks for that, by the way, what you said to Miss’ she whispered, drawing in a tight breath through her teeth.. Alex could only nod, his mind focused on holding on for the final few minutes. All this went unnoticed by Miss Stelfox, of course, as she was also totally desperate to pee. Like Alex, she had meant to use the toilet before the meeting, but she had got caught up in conversation with the head of department. She had been drinking plenty of water all day to stay hydrated in the hot weather, and had drunk a cup of tea at break, and two cups at lunch. She would normally have used the lady’s toilets at any chance she got, but as she was covering lessons for a couple of teachers who were away on maternity leave, and had been in a rush all day, she hadn’t emptied her bladder since 7.00am that morning. Having a teacher’s iron bladder helped, and she was used to holding her pee for prolonged periods of time. But now, incredibly desperate, and was struggling not to break out in a full blown pee-pee dance. Whenever she got a chance to sit down, she would pretend to smooth down her skirt, secretly pressing a hand against her crotch, crossing her legs tightly. Just as she was addressing the remaining couple of points, she had to stand up and write something on the board. As she rose from the chair, she felt a small jet of pee leak out into her panties. She gasped, and bent forward, hands pushed into her vagina. She heard muttering and giggles behind her, and, blushing furiously, she turned to face the room. Crossing her legs tightly, she leant forward, one hand resting against the desk and one on the front of her skirt. There wasn’t a wet patch, but there would be one soon if she didn’t release the ocean of urine inside her tortured bladder in the next few minutes. ‘Guys, we’re gonna have to finish. I’m sorry, I need a wee, I haven’t had a chance to go all day, we’ll pick this up next meeting, sorry but I have to go right this minute. God, I need a wee, I need a wee, I need a wee’. She muttered this to herself as she packed up her laptop, stepping from foot to foot in a frantic effort to halt the flow of urine aching to escape. Alex and Amy both jolted up, immediately making for the door. There was a scrum of people, all trying to get out at the same time, and they had to wait a few more agonising moments. Now that they had stood up, they began to feel the effect of gravity on their heavy, sloshing bladders, and the pain rose to an almost unbearable level. Amy crossed her legs, and gave a moan of frustration, bending forwards with her arms crossed over her bladder. ‘Hurry up, come on, come on’ she moaned quietly, but Alex, conscious of Miss Stelfox only a few paces away, could only give himself a quick grab when he thought nobody was looking, and stood with one foot out in front of him. Seeing that the crowd had now dispersed, he beckoned for Amy to follow him, and with gritted teeth, he headed out of the door. They walked quickly (or as quickly as they could in their current desperate state) down the stairs, into the small lobby where a number of corridors in the main school block met. The other attendees had all gone straight out, and it was very quiet, as the cleaners had already been and gone. He was about to open the door leading to the corridor which housed the boy’s toilets, when he saw a sign taped to the wall: Notice: If you are using these corridors in the evening, please remove your shoes before entry. Footwear may leave marks on the floor surface as the new varnish has just dried – Maintenance Staff. Sighing with annoyance at the delay, he bent down to untie his school shoes, and Amy, reading the sign, gave a little squeak of frustration, but did the same. It had been a very warm day and Alex's black socks were a little damp with sweat, and as he struggled to take off his shoes his bladder pulsed agonisingly. He had no choice but to stop for a moment to hold himself, hoping that Amy hadn't noticed. Eventually managing to kick his shoes off, he let go of himself and opened the door to the corridor, turning to Amy as he did so. “Meet you back here” he stammered, and, letting the door close behind him, he hurried down the corridor in his socks. Now he was on his own, he finally undid his belt, letting it hang loose in front of him. Grappling with his fly, he unzipped his trousers and thrust a hand down his pants. Gripping his dick tightly, he felt a couple of drops leak out as his bladder screamed in protest, expecting a chance to release the torrent of urine forcing its way out. After what seemed like an eternity, Alex reached the door to the Boys toilets. He breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed. It didn’t move. He pushed again, and briefly wondered why it wasn’t opening. His bladder throbbed hard, and the pain in his urethra was excruciating now he was so close to relief. Suddenly, a thought hit him like a physical blow. The cleaners… they’d finished for the night. And part of their job was to… ‘Clean the toilets, oh fuck, no, arrrrgh’ he groaned in frustration. They’d locked the toilets up for the night, and Alex swore out loud in annoyance, stamping his foot before bringing it up quickly behind him, then doing the same with the opposite one. Relief had seemed so close, and now he was helpless, unable to move for fear of wetting himself. He stood there for a minute or so, bending almost double, one hand on the toilet door, the other gripped tightly around his leaking dick, legs crossed under him. Grunting with the effort, he twisted himself around, leaning back against the locked toilet door, the only thing preventing him from finally satisfying his urgent need to urinate, pressing his thighs together. He slid down until he was in a crouch, and sat there, breathing heavily, shuddering as he desperately waited for the wave of pressure to subside. But it didn’t. Shaking and gasping in pain, he felt his bladder give one last pulse, harder and more urgent than before. He could feel the drops leaking from the tip of his cock turn into a trickle, and he barely had time to stand up and whip out his leaking dick before a mighty stream erupted from him. He aimed directly at the toilet door, and his golden urine arched in the air before hitting the door with a heavy splash, gushing down it and gathering on the newly varnished floor in a rapidly growing puddle of warm piss. The feeling was incredible, the never-ending gushing flow forcing its way down his urethra and out into the open, drenching the corridor. Alex didn’t notice any of this, however, as he had his eyes closed, in a world of bliss. Meanwhile, Amy was having problems of her own. Hampered by her overfull bladder, she had kicked off her shoes and hurried slightly bent-over along the quiet corridor, taking small steps while trying to keep her thighs pushed together, her navy blue knee-high school socks sliding over the slippery floor as she walked. The girls' toilets were right at the other end of the corridor and several times on the way she had to stop to reach underneath her skirt and give herself a hard squeeze through her knickers with both hands, bending over while crossing her thighs tightly over her hands, but eventually she made it to the toilet door. She held herself one final time; it would be all over in just a few seconds, and pushed into the door with her body. She bounced back away from it, and in her surprise, another spurt of piss had soaked into her underwear. ‘Oh for God’s sake please, not now, please not now, oh!’ she muttered under her breath, desperately clamping off the flow. It was locked, and Amy briefly considered rushing off to try the other girls' loos situated in the same building, but the thought of running made her tremble as she imagined her bladder bouncing around inside of her. She was bent double, both hands forced down between her legs, dancing frantically from foot to foot. 'Ooh I'm gonna wee myself, what do I do, what I do?' she whined. Suddenly, she gave a gasp of alarm, feeling more warm pee trickling out, soaking her fingers and soaking her underwear even more. She couldn’t believe she was even thinking about what she was planning on doing next, but there really was no other option. She was right on the brink of completely wetting herself right outside of the locked toilet door, with absolutely nowhere to wee. She glanced quickly up and down the corridor as another spurt of wee trickled out of her, longer this time, and began to dribble slowly down her thighs. She gave a loud sigh, and in one swift movement she squatted down and relaxed. She felt a pleasant, warm sensation as her knickers quickly dampened then a quiet hissing sound as her pee trickled through her underwear and slowly puddled onto the shiny floor beneath. She moaned out loud with relief as her piss flowed out of her, absolutely drenching her underwear and trickling steadily into the ever-expanding puddle around her feet. She thought about stopping the flow, after all, surely she had released enough pressure, surely she could wait now until she got home. But she couldn't stop it. She wouldn't have stopped it for the world. She closed her eyes and smiled and she continued to noisily relieve her bladder, the sound of her sighs, moans and the steady trickling and hissing of piss filling the quiet corridor, not even caring that the puddle had reached her feet and the bottom of her socks were quickly becoming drenched in her wee. As the slow waterfall of urine escaping from her resided slowly into a trickle, a massive puddle of warm pee surrounding her and covering a fairly large section of the corridor outside the girls' toilets, she couldn’t help but give a shiver of pleasure and moan softly again, muttering 'Ooh that's so much better'. She looked around again, smiling contentedly, and stood up before walking slowly back down the corridor, stepping through her puddle carefully and leaving a trail of wet footprints on the varnished floor behind her. The soles of her socks were drenched with pee and her knickers were soaking wet, clinging to her uncomfortably, and she was slightly sweaty and red faced, but that didn't matter to her at all. After hours and hours of desperately holding on, she had finally relieved her bladder, and it felt amazing. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the building, Miss Stelfox hurried down the stairs as fast as her heels would allow her to, her footsteps echoing loudly, making a beeline for the women's staff toilets. As soon as the few remaining students had left the classroom she’d thrust a hand in between her legs, pushing against her vagina, feeling the dampness of her underwear, and grabbing her bag, she’d hurried out the room, dancing frantically from foot to foot, struggling to lock the door behind her. Presently, she reached the bottom of the stairs and hurried over to the corridor where the staff toilets were located as quickly as she could. She skim-read a sign about removing footwear, the same one Alex and Amy had seen just further down the hall, and sighed as she stepped quickly out of her heels and bobbed down to pick them up. She threw open the door and padded down the corridor in her tights, trying not to slip on the floor, and just as she reached the women's loo she gasped at the sign taped to the door, at the same time involuntarily raising her right foot up behind her and stamping it down. Out of Order – Please Use Toilets in Technology/Geography buildings ‘Oh you’re joking me’ she said out loud, looking around. But there was nobody about, and she tried to push open the door anyway, but to no avail. It was firmly locked and wouldn’t budge, despite her pressing her body against it and pushing it as hard as she could, several times. Her desperation had tripled now she was so close to relief, and she couldn’t help but do a little pee-pee dance, her black tights rasping loudly against her skirt as she tried to subdue her aching bladder. Taking quick shallow breaths, she leant back against the wall, her right leg raised behind her ass, cupping her crotch tightly under her skirt through her tights. She moaned out loud in frustration. What was she going to do? She couldn't remember ever being this desperate to pee, ever having to hold her achingly full bladder for so many hours, ever being this close to letting go and totally soaking herself. She didn't know if she could hold on long enough to walk across the school to the tech block, and even if she did manage to get there without peeing herself, would she be able to get in now that most of the school was locked up for the night? She wasn't even sure that she had the key, as she never usually taught any lessons in that building. She would have to think of something on the way, standing around wouldn’t help. Sweating slightly with the effort, she hurried further along the corridor towards the exit, her feet slipping and sliding over the shiny surface of the floor, before eventually reaching the end of the corridor, where a doorway led into a small foyer, then out onto the school yard. She put down her heels and stepped into them carefully, gave her crotch one last hard squeeze under her skirt, took a deep breath and set out across the concrete, struggling to keep her thighs pressed together as she walked. Her heels clicked erratically on the ground, her legs all over the place, and she had to stop suddenly, feeling a few trickles of wee running down her tights, dribbling down slowly towards her feet. ‘Oh god, oh god, please no, oh god, no, please’ she muttered under her breath, and she bent over, pretending to be searching for something in her bag. Hoping against hope that nobody could see her, she thrust her free hand under her skirt, feeling the dampness of her tights, and glanced around for somewhere discrete where she could finally squat down and relieve her rock hard, throbbing bladder. But there was nowhere nearby, and she had no choice but to bite her lip and straighten up, carrying on slowly towards the tech block taking small steps, in the hope of finally reaching a loo. She had only been walking for a few seconds before she had to stop and cross her legs, feeling herself leaking pee again, just a few more dribbles at first, slowly soaking her underwear and trickling down her tights, before a sudden waterfall of piss exploded from her, quickly soaking through her already wet knickers and steadily pouring down onto the concrete below her, as well as down her legs towards her shoes. She moaned quietly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, and realising that there was just no way she could hold on any more, she hurriedly uncrossed her legs and kicked her heels off, letting the feeling of relief slowly wash over her as she spectacularly emptied her bladder right there in the middle of the school yard, absolutely soaking her knickers, tights and skirt with warm piss that she had held back for so many hours. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t do anything but stand and sigh quietly with relief as a never-ending torrent of urine escaped her and pooled steadily around her feet, the puddle underneath her spreading out impressively far across the concrete. After a couple of minutes, the last few drops dribbled out of her, and she looked around, blushing harder than she ever had in her life but relishing the feeling of finally being able to relieve herself after an entire day of holding on. There was nobody around, and she felt a little better knowing that her very public accident had not been witnessed by anyone else. She glanced at the huge puddle of pee she was standing in and actually felt a small sense of pride, as she couldn't believe that she had managed to wait for so long or hold such a huge amount inside her bladder. She walked over to where she'd left her heels and picked them up, happy that she had at least avoided peeing all over them. Unfortunately though, her underwear, skirt and tights were absolutely soaked with pee, which were starting to feel quite cold despite the warm evening air, so she hurried to the car park, leaving a little trail of pee footprints behind her. Luckily for her, she made it to her car without being spotted, and was able to discretely take off her sodden tights and put them into a plastic bag in the back of her car. She left her soaking wet skirt and underwear on, and put down some more plastic bags to protect her car seat, driving home barefoot. After she arrived back home, she put her clothes in the wash, and had a long, hot shower. Despite the embarrassment she was still feeling, as she let the hot water run over her body she couldn't help but think back to the moment when she had lost control and pee had finally exploded out of her, and how incredible it had felt to relieve her bladder after being absolutely bursting to go for so many hours. She dried off, and lay in bed, naked, waiting for her fiancé’s imminent return from work. Fortunately for her, Alex and Amy hadn’t noticed Miss Stelfox at all. Still tingling with the pleasure of their relief, they had met back the entrance to the corridors, each assuming that the other had found the toilets open and emptied their bladders in the usual way. They walked home together, not saying a word of what they had just done, but each secretly thinking about it for the rest of the night. Over the weekend, the various puddles around the school slowly dried up, and nobody else found out what had happened. The following week, Amy had asked “When’s the next council meeting, is it the first week back after the holidays?” and Alex couldn’t help but laugh.
  22. I don't know how if anyone has seen or heard of a situation of girls being desperate to pee in a long bathroom line at school between classes, but this is the scenario I am about to describe. Suppose your middle school or high school school has a strict bathroom policy that says that you can't be late to a class more than once or twice per class per semester, and are only allowed maybe one or two bathroom passes per class per semester. So you are to use the facilities between classes, at lunch, before school, or after school. Depending on how many facilities your school has and how long passing time is, the bathroom lines may be too long to wait in line, do your business, and get to class on time, especially for the girls. What do you do? This scenario assumes that you are a girl and if you are late to your next class, you will get a 30 minute detention. Also, you can’t go to the bathroom during class or you’ll get charged with a tardy and have to serve a 30 minute detention. Asking the teacher to use the bathroom before class won’t work either, because you already used up any emergency bathroom passes you had during the semester (probably only had one or two anyway). This scenario assumes that class periods are 50 minutes long, there are five minutes between classes, and three stalls in each girls bathroom. There are two or three sets of bathrooms, but trying to navigate from one bathroom to the next if the line is too long probably won’t work because it will take time to get to the other bathroom, and the line may be just as long there. Also assume that you can’t use the boys restroom because the line is too long in the girls restroom. In addition, also assume that you can’t pee on the floor, in the sink, in the trash can, in a bottle, on the desk or table. Also, if there is a line, cutting in line is not allowed unless everyone ahead of you in line from the place you are to the place you want to cut into says okay (not very likely to happen). So basically, it comes down to waiting in line to pee (and probably being late), or possibly peeing your pants at some time within the next hour. Although doing #2 is a possibility, most of the focus is on #1 (peeing). Assume that it will take each girl at least a minute to do their business in each stall. 1) What would you do if you had to pee in the middle of class and your teacher told you couldn't leave, and you said it was an emergency and the teach told you it was a 30 minute detention if you left class to go to the bathroom? 2) Suppose your name is Tiffany and class periods are 50 minutes long, and you have 5 minutes between classes. You enter the girls bathroom about 2 minutes into the passing time, so you have 3 minutes left. Your next destination is probably about 30 seconds away. When you get into the bathroom, you see that there are 3 stalls all in use, and there are about 5 girls ahead of you in line. You are really desperate to pee and are probably about 5 minutes away from peeing your pants (10 minutes at most), because when girls have to pee, they usually can't hold it for ridiculously long periods of time the way boys might be able to. If you are late, or have to go to the bathroom during your next class, it's a minimum of a 30 minute detention. And asking the teacher first to use the restroom won't work. What would you do? (Note: Trying another bathroom probably won’t work because you’d have to come back down this way anyway to get to class, and the line is probably just long there). 3) Suppose your name is Emily and you are the girl right in front of Tiffany in line for the bathroom. Tiffany is practically in tears and asks you if she can cut in line. You could probably wait another minute or so, but it could be the difference between being on time or being late for class. You do kind of need to pee but could probably wait another hour if you have to. However, you’ll probably be very desperate towards the end of next period. What would you do? a. Let Tiffany cut in front of you in line, realizing that it might be the difference between her peeing her pants vs not, but also might be the difference between you getting to class on time vs late. b. Tell Tiffany that you can’t let her cut in line because you were there first and you have places to get to as well. c. Give up on waiting and go to class and hope for better luck next hour. In that scenario, you’ll get to class on time, but might be very uncomfortable halfway through the next period. Tiffany will have a slightly better chance of getting to class on time or not peeing her pants since you decided not to go. d. Other I'll stop right here and see what happens, because I only want to ask two or three questions at a time. 
  23. I think I tried to create this topic the other day and got a couple replies, but somehow it got deleted (maybe because I edited it too many times which created confusion). So I'll try this one more time, and if it gets deleted, or I don't get replies, then it's just not meant to be. Your middle school or high school school has a strict bathroom policy that says that you can't be late to a class more than once or twice per class per semester, and are only allowed maybe one or two bathroom passes per class per semester. So you are to use the facilities between classes, at lunch, before school, or after school. Depending on how many facilities your school has and how long passing time is, the bathroom lines may be too long to wait in line, do your business, and get to class on time, especially for the girls. What do you do? This scenario assumes that you are a girl and if you are late to your next class, you will get a 30 minute detention. Also, you can’t go to the bathroom during class or you’ll get charged with a tardy and have to serve a 30 minute detention. Asking the teacher to use the bathroom before class won’t work either, because you already used up any emergency bathroom passes you had during the semester (probably only had one or two anyway). This scenario assumes that class periods are 50 minutes long, there are five minutes between classes, and three stalls in each girls bathroom. There are two or three sets of bathrooms, but trying to navigate from one bathroom to the next if the line is too long probably won’t work because it will take time to get to the other bathroom, and the line may be just as long there. Also assume that you can’t use the boys restroom because the line is too long in the girls restroom. In addition, also assume that you can’t pee on the floor, in the sink, in the trash can, in a bottle, on the desk or table. Also, if there is a line, cutting in line is not allowed unless everyone ahead of you in line from the place you are to the place you want to cut into says okay (not very likely to happen). So basically, it comes down to waiting in line to pee (and probably being late), or possibly peeing your pants at some time within the next hour. Although doing #2 is a possibility, most of the focus is on #1 (peeing). Assume that it will take each girl at least a minute to do their business in each stall. 1) What would you do if you had to pee in the middle of class and your teacher told you couldn't leave, and you said it was an emergency and the teach told you it was a 30 minute detention if you left class to go to the bathroom? 2) Suppose your name if Tiffany and class periods are 50 minutes long, and you have 5 minutes between classes. You enter the girls bathroom about 2 minutes into the passing time, so you have 3 minutes left. Your next destination is probably about 30 seconds away. When you get into the bathroom, you see that there are 3 stalls all in use, and there are about 5 girls ahead of you in line. You are probably about 5 minutes away from peeing your pants (10 minutes at most). If you are late, or have to go to the bathroom during your next class, it's a minimum of a 30 minute detention. And asking the teacher first to use the restroom won't work. What would you do? (Note: Trying another bathroom probably won’t work because you’d have to come back down this way anyway to get to class, and the line is probably just long there). 3) Suppose your name is Emily and you are the girl right in front of Tiffany in line for the bathroom. Tiffany is practically in tears and asks you if she can cut in line. You could probably wait another minute or so, but it could be the difference between being on time or being late for class. You do kind of need to pee but could probably wait another hour if you have to. However, you’ll probably be very desperate towards the end of next period. What would you do? a. Let Tiffany cut in front of you in line, realizing that it might be the difference between her peeing her pants vs not, but also might be the difference between you getting to class on time vs late. b. Tell Tiffany that you can’t let her cut in line because you were there first and you have places to get to as well. c. Give up on waiting and go to class and hope for better luck next hour. In that scenario, you’ll get to class on time, but might be very uncomfortable halfway through the next period. Tiffany will have a slightly better chance of getting to class on time or not peeing her pants since you decided not to go. d. Other I'll stop right here and see what happens, because I only want to ask two or three questions at a time.
  24. View File JAV - MIAE-001 - School Girl Accident Leads to Bullying and Sex Title says it all, a couple of vignettes of a school girl desperate to pee, having an accident, and then having sex to prevent witnesses from telling. Cute panties, cute accident scenarios, typical sex. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing
  25. This story is based in an all girls high school where for some unforseen reason makes girls (and teachers) constantly need to pee. thus the school had to install more toilets to deal with the overwhelming amount of girls needing to pee going so far as to install squat toilets to save money. funny thing no one acts any differently at the school and there is still a bathroom policy meaning students may not always have permission to pee. these story's will follow a girl called Amy who has recently just transferred to this school and has no knowledge on the effect it has on girls. chapter 1 Amy was hesitant as she walked through the gates of her knew school as she had not really met any students when she had gotten shown around and she almost felt a chill down her spine as she walked through the doors and headed towards the rectors office (rector being what a principle would be referred as in the UK) whilst she walked around the school towards her office in her school uniform she noticed there were quite a lot of bathrooms in fact there was nearly one on every floor much different than her old school which only had two large bathroom one for boys and one for girls in fact a she doors swung open she saw a lot of the bathrooms were occupied even though it was still early in the morning she thought they must have missed their morning pees at home as she arrived at the office and knocked at the door. The door then was opened and standing their was a tall slim woman in with almost frizzy black hair greeting her with a smile "hello you must be Amy I'm your rector Mrs May" Amy greeted her with a hello and she was lead into her office which already had a pupil waiting for her an average height slim girl with brown hair who was introduced to her as her guide to the school who's name was Jasmine. They shook hands and Amy was given her time table by Mrs May and they were on their way together as they shared all the same classes "Mrs May seems nice" said Amy trying to make some conversation "oh she is" she replied. she continued by saying she would show her around as the day went on as they shared the same classes it was at this moment that Amy was feeling a small need to pee in her bladder. she thought to herself that it was strange as she went to the toilet before she left the liquids she drank shouldn't be making it down their already she shrugged it off as they were nearly at class and she didn't want to announce her need to pee in front of a girl she just met. slowly they both prodded into class which was maths and she was introduced to her maths teacher miss johns and took a seat at the back with Jasmine helped her understand what the heck that teas her was talking about but as the class went on her need to pee grew which caused her to be slightly uncomfortable. when the class was near over jasmine told Amy she had two other friends called Danielle and Mary who would be cool with her hanging out with them. the bell for the next class rang which then made them both go to their next class which luckily for her was biology which she was good at.the class started with the teacher going on about animal parts and such, standard biology stuff. but at the same time her need to pee was growing faster than usual by her standards and halfway through the class she was forced to cross and uncross her legs to relieve the rapidly growing pressure in her bladder and by the end of the 50 minute period she had to place a hand in her crotch to relieve the pressure. the class ended and her and Jasmine headed towards her final class before break luckily for her this class was close to a bathroom bad news being she had to go so bad that she could barely focus but when she glanced to jasmine she noticed she had her hand at we crotch and was staring at the door Amy thought to herself "she must have to pee too it seems like forever but the final bell finally went and when it did both girls ran out of class and ran for the nearest bathroom Amy burst in first hand in only to see all three stalls taken and one girl with her legs crossed grabbing her skirt saying "hurry up and finish I'm about to leak!" Amy then heard the girl from inside the stall reply with "be patient I'm emptying gallons here ive had to since before I left home Jasmine then ran in the room also holding her crotch and saying " oh hey Mary " she didnt get a response Amy guessed the petite brown haired girl at the front was Mary the stall the door opened and standing inside was a tall developed girl who Jasmine referred to as Danielle Mary pushed and past her and ran in the stall locking it behind her leaving Amy and Jasmine out holding their crotches listening to Mary's loud stream of pee hitting the toilet bowl followed by a moan another stall opened with a girl walking out of it Jasmine gestured to Amy to go in and She ran in locking the door behind her she then raised her skirt lowered her leggings before sitting on the toilet and releasing a thick powerful stream from her pee hole she sat on the toilet puffing and panting while her stream kept on going it was well over a minute before it stopped. she then wiped pulled up her pants and leggings and then walked out of the stall to find Jasmine bolting past her into the stall to leave her outside with Mary and Danielle both girls stared at each other before Danielle said to her and said "Jasmine didn't tell you this school secret did she " Amy looked at the both and said "what secret" to be continued
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