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  1. I'll keep this scenario short and to the point. What if you are one of those girls that is about to pee your pants at school, and the bathroom line between classes is too long? These are the general facts: 1) 50 (maybe 55) minute class periods with 5 minutes between classes. 2) 3 stalls in each girls bathroom. 3) Can't be late and can't go to the bathroom during class (without some consequence) 4) Cutting in line is not allowed without permission (and permission will probably not be granted). 5) You are about ready to pee your pants (possibly 5 minutes away, 10 or 15 minutes at most), and when you reach the bathroom during break time you see that all the stalls are full and there are about 5 girls ahead of you in line. It will almost certainly take each girl at least a minute to do their business in their respective stalls, so if you do the simple math in your head (assuming you can do math), you realize that there is probaby not enough time to wait in line, pee, and get to class on time. The first real big question I will ask is this. What is the first thought you would have if you were to deal with that situation? Next, how would you deal with it?
  2. Amanda's 1st accident in 7th grade Based on true events I personally witnessed with a little extra detail thrown in. This is also my first story so don't be too harsh! Amanda was new at this middle school having moved from just a town over 2 weeks prior. She knew a few people from sports leagues she participated in before moving but other than that was fairly new to most students but quickly made friends. Many of the boys had also quickly developed crushes on her. She had shoulder length golden blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, a tomboyish personality, a heck of an arm to throw the football, slender with a cute medium sized perfectly round butt and the biggest breasts of any girl in the school let alone 7th grade. (I was one of those boys and this is why this event stuck with me all these years). It was almost the end of the school year already and was extremely hot outside. We were all very encouraged to drink plenty of water and stay hydrated throughout the day. These events took place right after lunch. It was 5th period English with Mr. Luginbill, we had 4th period in the same class before lunch which is an important note for how this turned out. The Math and English teachers had agreed for us to have 4th and 5th hour for the same subject on alternating days. Never heard of it before and haven't since. Anyways Mr. Luginbill was a cool teacher who made English interesting and fun (can't tell by my writing I know) but he didn't like to put up with any screwing around during class time. Amanda quickly becoming popular would end up talking and not paying much attention during his classes. You would get 4 bathroom passes each quarter of the year in his class. Amanda knowing the year was almost over used 3 of them before this day, somewhat taking advantage of getting out of class for a little bit. Maybe she was really using the bathroom, but I feel Mr. Luginbill had his suspicions that this was not the case. About 15 minutes into our 4th hour during a poem reading she had taken that 4th pass up to his desk during another students presentation and allowed her to go to the bathroom. She signed out and didn't return for about 20 minutes which is a long time considering how close the bathrooms were to our class. She returned with about 15 minutes left before we went to lunch and a half assed recess/break? Not sure what you would call it, everyone standing around in the heat under trees talking. Sometimes if we were lucky someone brought a football from home. It was over 100 degrees and everyone was drinking plenty of fluids. Amanda especially having a Monster energy drink with lunch and pounding water after throwing the ball around with us guys. She put us to shame with that skill and we were all mesmerized by her beauty while doing it. Her and some of the other girls would play tackle football after school. It was a great excuse for us youngsters to get comfortable touching and flirting I suppose but that's not important in this story, just setting up why the guys liked her so much. We all returned to class sweating like farm animals just getting cooled off when I heard "damn I really gotta pee" I personally have always since I can remember been interested when anyone muttered those type of trigger words. Preferably women but even being straight since day one even when a guy is desperate or mentioned they had to piss I would pay close attention. She immediately without even raising her hand said out loud enough for Mr. Luginbill to hear from the back of the class room "I have to pee really bad can I please go to the bathroom real quick?" Mr. Luginbill responded with "You just got back from break why didn't you go then" Amanda responded with "I didn't have to go until I sat down in the AC, please I really gotta go" Mr. Luginbill told her to hold it and work on her poem. The whole room was silent for about 5 minutes when you could hear a metal on metal clanking sound. Amanda was shaking her leg back and forth, the rivet on her tight blue jeans making contact with the desk more erratically by the second. Her face was turning red as people started paying more attention to her moving around so much. A few minutes later again with the class silent and Mr. Luginbill looking at his computer Amanda loudly without embarrassment said "please let me go to the bathroom or I'm seriously going to pee my pants!" Of course being a fan of this I was intrigued. She had to been overreacting like most girls do I thought but was shocked she would say something like that so soon calling attention to herself without a care of what anyone else thought. She was being over dramatic right? Or she really did have to pee that badly? Mr. Luginbill stuck to his guns and said "No Amanda, do your work we are almost half way through class already". She whined and started doing one of the more memorable pee pee dances I'd ever seen in my life. Opening and closing her legs, lifting her butt off of her seat, and putting her hands between her legs periodically. She kept saying under her breath but so everyone could hear "I gotta peeee, omg I'm going to piss my pants, I have to pee so bad" in no particular order. For the next 10 minutes this went on, I had a decent view being 2 rows over and 3 seats up having an excuse to be turned to talk to my friend behind me as we were working on a poem (song) since we had finished the project most of the class was working on. I just stayed turned in my seat pretending to be looking at a paper and checking the clock as I kept glancing up at her and watching this in awe hoping to see something happen. I thought to myself this is 7th grade and I haven't seen an accident since 1st. There is no way anything will happen, besides the desperation show Amanda was putting on. I might as well enjoy this while it lasted. I had to pretend I was interested in writing this song when all I could think about and concentrate on was her bladder. Class was ending in about 20 minutes and you could see the sweat forming on Amanda's forehead. She continued her desperate dance then out loud one more time asked "please can I go to the bathroom I gotta go so bad I'm really about to pee my pants!" Mr. Luginbill finally decided to give in and said ok bring me your bathroom pass and you may go. Amanda with a whining tone said she didn't have any left. "Please let me go just this once this is really an emergency!" Wiggling her legs constantly she then shot up out of her seat and crossed her legs hard while bending forward bouncing up and down right next to her desk. "You have been here 2 weeks and you have used up all 4 of your passes?" Mr. Luginbill said. Amanda cried out saying "please I gotta pee please I am going to pee my pants I swear I'm not kidding!!" She then hops up and sat on her desk squeezing her legs tightly together placing both hands on her crotch starting to make a scene out of it. "Amanda please sit back down in your seat. We now have about 15 minutes you can wait that long" Mr. Luginbill said "you should have thought about this before you used all of your passes" I was in heaven but I did feel bad because now I could really tell after being on the internet watching videos and reading experiences for years, even at that point that she was not kidding when she said she was about to pee her pants. She was showing all the classic signs. She remained seated on top of the desk holding herself raising her butt up and down bouncing, her breasts moving with the flow getting more of the guys to look Im sure. Everyone was whispering and talking about what was going on. "Just let her go" "she can hold it she is being a baby" "she should just get up and walk out" "this is amazing" last one was me which I didn't say out loud... Amanda then snapped at Mr. Luginbill saying "I'm going to FUCKING PEE MY PANTS DO YOU WANT PISS ALL OVER YOUR CLASS ROOM?!?!" Everyone looked to him for a response after she cursed at him. he said "You should have thought about that before wasting your passes, now I'm going to have to call the principal for interrupting my class and disrespecting me with this outburst" he then picked up the phone as Amanda was sitting on her desk starting to shake and cry. He hung the phone up before dialing seeing her do this and said "Amanda if I let you go will this teach you something about being responsible with your time? This is your eduction and time you're wasting not mine" She shook her head yes not saying a word. He then said ok go ahead and go but hurry up and be back before the bell rings. This was the moment I thought, well that was entertaining and will be thinking about it tonight when I get home. I had no idea what was about to happen next would be one of my favorite memories from school. Heck from childhood, even my life for that matter. Amanda started to inch her butt forward on the top of the desk to slide off to get onto her feet and make a mad dash for the ladies room. Many people watching the drama unfold thought the drama was over but then the class all heard her say "I can't move without peeing! I'm going to peeeeeeeee!!!" She cried out "I CANT MOVE!!!" Starting to bawl hysterically as she tightly pressed her hands into her crotch and squeezed her eyes shut while using every muscle in her body. She was shaking frantically trying to hold onto her bladder just a little longer. Amanda got one foot on the floor separating her legs for a split second PSSSSSSSSHHTTHHHHHH Me along with the rest of the class snapped our heads up and looked at her in shock hearing that loud hiss of pee escape her vagina. She immediately got her second foot on the ground stopping the 2 second but extremely power and loud spurt. The butt of her blue jeans turned dark, visibly wet from that intense spurt alone. Droplets of pee splashed on her desk and paper showing the sheer amount of pressure her pee exploded out of her. Her underwear didn't stand a chance seeing the damage already caused. She had to be wearing a thong or was she leaking before maybe I thought? But before I could think a second more PSSHHHHHHT PSSSHHHHHTTTT Amanda was holding herself hard as everyone could hear the loud spurts lasting about 2 seconds each again. Pee started to go down the back of both of her thighs when she regained control and opened her teary eyes for the first time since she first spurted. Seeing the damage and having the realization that she was wetting her pants in the 7th grade at 14 years old caused her to cry harder. Shaking more furiously due to being upset from the shock and her muscles being over worked for the past hour. Everyone was looking at her stunned in silence, no one laughed or said a word. She let go of her crotch, pee pouring out of her cupped hands onto the floor. She then crossed her legs tightly once more in a final effort to get out of the classroom and to a toilet. With her thighs pressed together she inched towards the door as she felt streaks from the previous spurts inch further down her legs. She couldn't believe this was happening 2 weeks in a new school district right before summer vacation. She hadn't had an accident since she was potty trained. Thousands of thoughts running through her head as she is trying not to lose full control of her overfilled bladder in front of the whole class. Amanda reached the door handle and right before she can give it a turn PPPPPPPSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPSHHHHHHTTTTHHHSSSHHSTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIISSSSSSsssssssshhhhhh.....psssssssss Amanda stood there frozen in time, the room silent except for the extremely loud hissing coming from her jeans. The warm rivers of pee covering 90% of the front and back of her pants, soaking her socks and sneakers then pooling on the one spot in the room that was white tile. The light yellow pee was spreading at an alarming rate running over onto the thin carpet. She peed and peed for well over a minute and a half at full force until the stream finally slowed down but still running. She couldn't even tell if she was peeing anymore or not. She felt weak and leaned her body into the corner facing the wall by the classroom door crying loudly. She didn't want to look at the faces of anyone. She wished she was anywhere but in this moment. Humiliated already thinking she needs to beg her parents to switch schools. Her face and ears were hot and red as the stream stopped but her pants still glistening and dripping from the explosion that just took place. In this moment I was so aroused yet felt so bad for her and wanted to give her a hug. Before anyone could do anything Mr. Luginbill went over and put his hands on her shoulders saying he was sorry. She wouldn't look at him as she continued to cry. He told the class when the bell rings in a few minutes move along to your next class. He then escorted her to the nurses office personally. As soon as the door shut behind them everyone started talking about what happened. A few laughed saying she needs to learn how to control herself while most felt bad and basically told them to shut up. I myself kept thinking this wasn't real, I couldn't believe what I just saw. One of my biggest fantasies came true and I couldn't stop replaying each second in my head. When the bell rang everyone made a huge deal of stepping over the lake of pee by the door while I wanted to stick my face in it or something. I didn't know what I wanted to do I had turned as red as she was, flustered by this event. Two more classes then I could go home and think about this more and see if she would get on msn messenger. Unfortunately she didn't and I just fantasized over the weekend. She was back to school Tuesday and when I did talk to her I didn't have the guts to ask about it or bring it up. I never heard anyone talk to her about it until 3 years later in High School when she mentioned she needed to pee in a photography class. Someone who wasn't even there to see the event blurted out "She is serious she will drown us if you don't let her go" she laughed and got up to go to the bathroom. Amanda will never know how she effected me for years prior and years to come based off of one full blown wetting accident. It's better that way.
  3. 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.
  4. Squirtainly

    female (Another) Exam Wetting

    Sorry that it's been a while since my last (and only) post. I've been very busy with revision at the moment. Anyway, I'm writing about another exam wetting, but this time by yours truly. Last year I was doing my AS levels. They're exams you take in the UK age 16/17, and they're a big deciding factor for universities. As such, I was freaking out about my history paper on the European Witchcraze. I'd not been as good on that as I had been on my other subjects, so I was up most of the night before revising. Now, when I get nervous, I drink water. You'd have thought that I would know my limits, but I clearly don't. I'd probably drank the best part of a litre the morning before the exam. I went to the toilet before it started because I'm not a lunatic, but clearly a lot of it was still making its way through me. I walked into the vinyl wood floored exam hall with a litre bottle in hand, ready for the most stressful hours of that academic year. The questions I got weren't too bad, so I relaxed at bit, however, I got quite stuck towards the middle of the paper. Within the space of 45 minutes I drank most of my water, and this went through me very quickly. By the last half hour of the exam, I was fidgeting and bouncing up and down in my chair non-stop (in case you couldn't tell, my bladder is tiny). Aside from disturbing my bladder even more, I'd taken my blazer off because it was a hot day, so my boobs were jumping up and down in my shirt quite significantly, and I was aware of the attention I was starting to draw from a few people. I forced myself to sit still and concentrate, knowing that I couldn't afford to waste time going to the loo. A few minutes into this effort, I had pretty much failed. Although above my skirt, my hand was pressing so hard into my crotch that I was practically fingering myself. I took my hand away to turn a page and leaked. Significantly. Of course, I couldn't just check our my knickers in an exam hall, but I could feel how wet they were. Honestly, I was kind of turned on, but the stress and fear soon drowned that out. I'd leaked less significantly a few more times, focusing on the ticking of the clock in the echoey exam hall as I checked my work. With about five minutes to go, I leaked significantly again. It had gone through my skirt onto my chair, and I was very aware of the fact that I was sitting in a puddle of my own urine. At that moment I realised that, even if I could stand up without losing it, my mess would be glaringly obvious. I was wondering if I could call an invigilator over and ask to stay seated until everyone had left, when my body made that decision for me. I muttered "Oh God, no" and thrust my hands onto my urethra but it was too late. I could feel the piss rushing out of me at an incredible velocity. This speed meant that, when it hit the floor, it hit it hard. So hard, in fact, that my piss echoed. More than 100 people watched and listened as I pissed my pants. The worst part? I moaned in relief. I MOANED. Needless to say, I wasmortified. I stayed seated, tears streaming down me as everyone else exited the hall when the exam was finally over. By the time I could leave, my piss was ice cold, leaving me with soaking wet, freezing knickers pushed virtually inside me. I have to admit, I'm not too fond of the coldness after wetting, so this wasn't great for me. Now, I don't want to jinx anything, but that is hopefully the last time that I will piss myself in public (although, unfortunately, not the first).
  5. Joey1234

    omo girls high

    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
  6. McLovin1

    Desperate Teacher

    I had a teacher in elementary school who was squirming around on the verge of bursting. Another teacher had to watch the class while she went to the bathroom. The class was a portable btw. Another young teacher I had in high school always had to run to the bathroom before class. I always wished she didn't have enough time to dash to the bathroom, and end up seeing her desperate in class. She wore relatively short, tight dresses other teachers wouldn't wear. A male campus advisor missing his legs below his knees from a car accident was at my middle school, I overheard him saying he was about to explode. Unfortunately, i never saw a teacher wet herself. There are a couple teachers i've had that i wouldnt mind seeing pee themselves. Anyone else seen a desperate teacher?
  7. 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. 
  8. Is using the bathroom a right or a privilege for students? Here in the U.S., I'm really not sure if some teachers are trying to teach discipline to their students, are so insecure that they believe students are lying to get out of their lesson, or are just evil. Most of us have been at the hand of one of these teachers who would not let us go when we really needed to and suffered embarrassing accidents because of it... I personally think it's wrong for a teacher to deny someone needed bathroom privileges because they speculate and assume that a student might abuse it. It's true that bathroom breaks can be abused for the bad students in order to get out of class, cheat, or cause trouble. But should a few bad apples ruin the whole bunch? My Thoughts: - The discipline over learning to control one's bladder should not be taught by the teacher but should be left to the parents or guardians of the students to teach and encourage them in a safer setting. Bathrooms are there for a reason and sometimes, you just gotta go, especially if you drink a lot during the day and younger students have much smaller bladders and lack of self-control. If they are trying to teach, then you don't teach by forcing someone to hold it and have an embarrassing accident in front of their classmates, hoping they'll learn. Even for good and/or shyer students (like myself) who were embarrassed of asking to be excused is torture and such should never be reprimanded by a teacher. - If teachers think it's a disruption for students to go to the bathroom while they're teaching (or assume that everyone else will have to go because they let 1 person leave) does not always apply. The alternative solution goes back to the "potty break/team" line up idea is much better than outright denying access to a bathroom, but is patronizing and rather strange for older students. - If teachers are too insecure and think the students are just making excuses to get out of class, then they need to gain more confidence. Bad students do exist, but this should not be the case in every situation like I've observed in schools. Teachers are smart enough to know who the real trouble makers are and take note. What do you think? Do you have any stories about these dreadful experiences?
  9. So this is one of the times where I’ve deliberately attempted to hold it, and one of the few times where I’ve done it at school. This happened around a similar time as my other story, and while I remember this one fairly well I don’t remember all the details and I’m choosing to adapt this into a fanfiction for the extra creative freedom it offers. I also expect it’ll get read by more people if I put it in this forum, but that’s not the main reason. Anyway, I’m mainly posting this now instead of working on my other stories because I randomly remembered this earlier today when writing Ending 2 of my first fanfiction and don’t want to forget it again, and starting this will serve as a reminder. Intro: *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* The loud annoying sound of an alarm forced me to wake up. I jumped out of bed and ran over to my desk, pressing the button on one of my two 1970’s radio alarm clocks, and checked the time on my iPad. ”6:04. Typical. I guess it’s losing accuracy with age.” I said aloud, and a minute later my other 1970’s radio alarm clock burst into life, playing whatever station I’d tuned it into last night. I awknoledged that this alarm was even more innacurate, having gone off a whole 5 minutes late. I opened my wardrobe, took out my unform and placed it on my chair. I put on a pair of pajamas that I quite liked at the time, and headed downstairs, carrying my iPad and an empty mug of tea I forgot to take down the night before. ”I wish I’d managed to get that Teasmade off of my Nan before she chucked it.” I thought to myself, carrying the mug that I knew I’d have to manually make tea in. (To those who don’t know, the Teasmade was a device that would make you a cup of tea in the morning, that was once very common in Britain. I’ve been meaning to acquire one for quite a while, [since I was 5] but I don’t have one yet.) I walked into the kitchen, and started preparing my breakfast. I also boiled the kettle and started my tea. About 8 minutes later, the tea was ready, and I drank that, started another one and returned to the breakfast. It’s worth mentioning at this point that this story comes from around 6 years ago, when I was 12 and was in Year 9 of my secondary school. I’ve gone into detail about this in my other irl-based story, but Year 9 was an important year of my school life as I turned around things massively after discovering my autism 2 years prior, and finally sorted things out properly and accepted it as part of me. It’s also worth mentioning that nothing really sexual or anything happens in this story, so no laws will be broken. Anyway, about half an hour later my breakfast was ready, I took it and ate it in the dining room with my cup of tea. I drank this mug shortly after finishing my breakfast, and unusually began a third mug. Normally, I wouldn’t have drunk that mug I made earlier until my breakfast was ready, but I felt quite tired that morning and I needed it to wake me up. So, as a result I’d had to make 3 mugs this morning. I wasn’t too bothered by this, although my bladder didn’t really like it. Interestingly, as I’ve elaborated on in my other irl-based story, my morning routine didn’t include a bathroom break until after I set off for school, so I hadn’t been since last night. Strangely enough, even though now when I think of this routine I image how it would to hold it deliberately, but I’m pretty certain back then I only (or at least, I only consciously) did it because I wanted to go before school so I wouldn’t need to go during lessons as I explained in my other post. Now, I expect I subconsciously was enjoying it but didn’t remember this as I thought it was weird. After finishing my third mug, I took it upstairs and placed it in my desk, got undressed, and had a shower. I really had to go in the shower, but on today especially I held it in and focused on washing. I had a plan today. Normally, at school I’d use the bathrooms once or sometimes twice. However, back in primary school I used to hold it all day. I knew the reason for this was because I drank a whole lot more now than back then, but nonetheless I thought it would be an interesting challenge to see how long I could go before I had to pee. Again, I expect that a big part of this was my fetish but at least consciously back then I was just considering it an idea to see how I could do. Of course, I expect subconsciously my fetish was influencing things. After my shower, I brushed my teeth, and then did my hair. I have some lovely long golden brown hair, and I must say it looks very good. It was much shorter back then, but it still felt amazing to brush through it immediately after washing it. I put my panties back on, and I then headed back to my room, checking the time on my iPad. ”7:20. I have about half an hour before school.” I thought to myself, and wondered what to do. I considered playing on my Super Nintendo, but the SCART wasn’t plugged in and I didn’t want to have to plug it in as it was a difficult task due to the constraints of my setup. I also considered playing on my Mega Drive, it was plugged in, but the only game I could access without moving a bunch of stuff was my copy of Sonic the Hedgehog, but it lacked a save feature and I knew I’d need more than half an hour to beat. My PlayStation wasn’t plugged in either so I ignored that. After some thought, I just grabbed a VHS off the shelf, placed it into the VCR and turned on my television; watching that instead. Now, you are probably wondering what on earth I’m writing: “VHSs, a Super Nintendo, a Mega Drive, and a Playstation, but at the same time you have an iPad? What year are you setting this in?” Well, actually I’m still setting this in 2012, 6 years ago. It just so happens that I have a collection of obsolete technology. Some people have described me as an eccentric collector for this, others consider me some kind of “Old-Technology Otaku”, but really I just have an appreciation for older technology and love trying to find out how it works and just generally enjoy it. My collection includes a number of old things, an old but high-quality Sony VCR, 2 Vinyl Record players, one of which works, a Super Nintendo, a SEGA Mega Drive, a Playstation 1 & 2, a ZX Spectrum, a massive amount of old VHSs ranging from late-70’s to mid-2000’s, a few cassettes and other tape formats like MiniDV, and the pride of my collection: an old CRT television. I use it for playing my old consoles and watching tapes, but I plan to upgrade it soon as it’s just an old shadow mask TV-VCR from 2000, and it’s getting very old. As such, unlike basically everyone else on the planet pulling a VHS off of a shelf and playing it is still a perfectly normal thing to do. End of Intro Chapter 1: As the tape played I drank my third mug of tea and I started really wishing I hadn’t had that first mug of tea upon going downstairs. I was feeling quite uncomfortable by now but I didn’t want to go because I knew if I went now I wouldn’t be able to go before I left. I tried to take my mind off of things by focusing on the tape: an old recording of an old anime, I think it was actually Kanon (2006) rather amusingly, as I’ve been writing an omofic about that exact anime. I don’t remember exactly how I got a hold of this recording, as I don’t think it actually was from 2006. Instead, I think it was a test recording I’d done and kept because it worked perfectly. You might be wondering what on earth I was doing even back then watching a VHS when 1080p .mp4 files exist, and you’d be right that they are superior, but there’s just something magical about that feeling you get upon inserting the tape, plus the warm feeling you get from the rich colours of the CRT that glow from the phosphorescence and the slight flicker as the electrons are fired into the phosphors through the shadow mask create a lovely nostalgic experience. You’d be surprised how brilliant a tape can look when played through high-quality equipment. Enough of my old technology, as the minutes ticked down until when I would leave for school and I could finally use the bathroom my need felt worse and worse. I started to fan my legs, putting my hand between them occasionally. I tried to distract myself, which helped a little. By 7:30, 20 more minutes until I could go, I was dancing in my seat, and within 5 more minutes my legs were crossed. ”Ugh... why did I drink so much...? I shouldn’t have had all that tea, and I’ve been holding onto all that juice since last night...” I said, putting a hand between my legs. I managed to endure it until 7:45, which left me with a mere 5 more minutes until I was going to get and finally relieve myself. I could feel my 3 comically-oversized mugs of tea pressing against me, making my bladder feel like an overfull balloon, and when I got up to rewind my tape and put it away I could feel it all sloshing inside me. Despite my growing desperation, even back then part of me wanted to cross my legs even tighter, and try to see how long I could possibly hold it in for, and nowadays I probably would, but back then, just before I had school I drowned out this part of me with thoughts of how much I wanted to go when it was time to leave. Getting up had helped, but I still felt desperate. ”I have to keep holding... just for another few minutes... come on... come on...! I feel like I’m going to explode...” Luckily, just as I was about to spurt a bit my clock ticked over to 7:45 and I stopped squirming in front of my VHS shelf and ran out of my room towards the bathroom. In the doorway, feeling my bladder bulging painfully and the liquid within sloshing like water in an overfull bucket; about to overflow. I made it in, and stood by the door briefly. My mind was conflicted, do I hold on a bit longer and see how much more I can take, or do I sit down and finally empty it out? In the end I removed my panties and sat down, after a sudden urge caused me to nearly lose control of my bladder, and I felt it all come pouring out. I then pulled back up my panties and walked back into my bedroom, and got dressed into my uniform. Feeling amazing after such relief, I grabbed my bag and set off for school, looking forward to seeing the results of my plan. End of Chapter 1: So I know a lot of that was just explanation about myself, but this is only the first chapter. The real story doesn’t get started until number 2, when I begin my challenge of holding it until I can get home. Hopefully you guys enjoyed that look into myself, and I hope you enjoy the rest of this when I post it, which will probably be after at least one of my other stories are completed.
  10. 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.
  11. Tina Forenson was wearing tight butt-length jean shorts and a tight tight tank top which showed off her toothpick body. In 5th period, the junior began having the urge to pee from her 20 oz bottle of lemonade. Just after lunch the liquid filled her micro bladder. Her butt wiggled and her hands stayed at her sides, not raised. She was a honor student who prefered to listen to what the teacher is saying. Never asking to leave is what a premier honor student does. Finally class ended and walking to the nearest bathroom the stressed bladder saw that it was being cleaned. Walking up to the second floor bathroom, Tina saw that the line was 40 girls long, mainly due to the third bathroom having four of six stalls broken. Most girls who didn't care about school stayed in the long long long line. Tina decided to go to class, she figured she could just squeeze her legs together or dance in her seat if need too. 30 into the 55 min 6th hour class, Tina began to doubt herself. She was putting so much effort into stareing at her teacher. Tina's legs were swaying a lot and switching positions. She lost more focus, but barely survived with a couple of wet spots on her panties. Tina knew that if she did not get to go inbetween classes, the urge would become unbearable. Before her last class, she went to the 1st floor, bathrooms still being cleaned, than the second floor with a line. The line was shorter, 17 girls in it with 3 minutes left in passing period. She decided to try to pee. The line moved fast, but there were still 2 girls ahead of her at the point were she had to head to class to avoid a tardy. Tina did not believe she would make it another hour and 10 minutes were she could use her own bathroom. She was leaning forward in her seat struggling. The sensesation was so intense in her bladder at this point. She saw the clock, still twenty min left. Her legs kicked and kicked. Other students stared into her eyes. Boys that liked her gave the girl their full attention. Finally, the poor youngster had enough, she raised her hand and the teacher granted her permission to use the restroom. She ran up a flight of stairs to the top floor bathroom. Her back was hunched over hands between her legs. She hopped while at the back of a four teenager line. She let out a screech or two. By the time she was the next in line, it was too much for tiny Tina. She let loose all over her tiny shorts. Post width streams ran all down her. Tina cried a little but went to the nurse who gave her clean clothes, and went on to finish her school day.
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  14. 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.
  15. So, while I was reading some stories earlier, I was reminded of an experience I had a few years ago at secondary school. I don’t remembered the original events perfectly, but I know most of what happened. However, over the past few years I’ve forgotten a lot of the interesting details, (although I still remember the useless stuff like the fact that there were only girls in the queue and what lesson it was) and what’s left doesn’t make a great story. It was very early days for my fetish back then, I didn’t truly understand it, nor did I know there was a whole community of us, and my memory is pretty bad in general. Therefore, I’m taking the original idea and writing it into a fan fiction so that I can create an interesting story and others can enjoy my experience. So basically, this is a fan fiction adapting some real events from years ago. Intro: I was a third year at my secondary school, otherwise known as a year 9, and on this particular day was waiting by the toilets to use them. My school had (and still do, from what I’ve heard) an incredibly stupid rule where the main toilets are locked during lessons. This rule was in place because they were regularly vandalised, and to be honest I can understand them implementing it, however as I campaigned for during my entire time at that school there were far better ways of solving the problem. As a result of this rule, there quite a few people (unusually, all girls.) in front of me waiting to use the single cubicle they kept unlocked. This didn’t worry me, as I could manage it for long enough I thought, and had a backup plan that will become important later. But, as a form of protest for this rule, I always waited until after break or lunch had ended to use them, so I was always wasting lesson time, and I had no regard for how much time I was wasting. I considered it the school’s time that I was using as I was supposed to be doing work instead of having fun at break. It was lesson 4 now, and it was about 20 minutes in. End of Intro Chapter 1: I wasn’t expecting anyone to come and join the queue, as most people would simply hold it and wait until lunch; the reason why I was there was since I needed to go at the end of lesson 3 and decided that I shouldn’t have to be uncomfortable for an hour because of the school’s rules. I went to my 4th lesson, English, and did the first few tasks so I’d have something to show in my book, then asked the teacher if I could leave. The teacher, being terrible at her job, and to be honest a complete and total pillock, said no. So me, being the teenager I was said I didn’t care and walked right out like I normally would in that situation, and like how I encourage anyone else to do. While I waited for the line to go down, I was surprised to see a girl a few years younger than me come down to the corridor, looking uncomfortable at the sight of me and the other girls. She looked like she was trying not to show how bad her need was, and started walking around the corridor as if trying to take her mind off of things. I don’t actually know this girl’s name; or even if I found out what it was back then. I expect I did, but as I am astronomically terrible at remembering names (seriously, I was once friends with someone for 4 years before I learned their name.) I expect I simply forgot it. Becaude I don’t know her actual name, I’ll assign her one for the sake of this: Maya. Maya seemed alright for a while, although she looked uncomfortable when she stopped occasionally. However, after some time her need began to show more. She stopped walking around as much, instead pressing her legs together. She also started to fidget a bit whenever she stood still for too long. I was sat a distance from the bathroom, on a large radiator that was made of a strong metal that could easily support the weight of multiple people and was the perfect size for a bench, even having a wall behind it that acted as the back part of a chair. Even the teachers used it as a bench, so it was basically accepted that you could use it as one. Maya came closer to me, most likely because all the other girls were in a line near the cubicle chatting fairly quietly amongst themselves, and it seemed easier for her to mange in the quieter corner where I was. Up close, the strength of her urge was more noticeable. She almost danced a little as she moved, squeezing her legs closer, and then apart quickly. I did something I very rarely do, and got up and started to talk to her. ”You can go before me, if you want.” I said to her, something I say even less often than I actually talk to someone. ”Huh? O-oh! Thank you so much!” Maya said back, surprised that I was actually talking to her after sitting silently for about 5 minutes. Her face turned a bit red at this, but she then returned to her holding. End of Chapter 1: Hopefully this is interesting to you guys. Most of what’s happened so far I remember better then some of the later developments, so this is one of the bits I have to modify the least. Nevertheless, I think this is gonna be a fun one to write. I should hopefully get some more of this and some of the endings to my other story up tonight, as well.
  16. Okay, I was debating whether to do an interactive, or just a straight out fiction story, and I'm going to try an interactive first and see what happens. If this doesn't get much interaction, I'll go to a straight up fictional story. We will use a middle school or high school where there are 6 or 7 class periods 50 minutes long apiece with 5 minutes between classes. You can't be late to class without some type of consequence, and you can't go to the bathroom during class either without some type of consequence. Based on the results of my a few weeks ago, I have decided to go with a 5 minute passing period and 3 toilets in each girls bathroom at this school. The basic rules are: 1) You can only be late to each class one time per semester without some type of detention or suspension, and can only use one emergency restroom pass per class per semester without being counted late. 2) Five minutes between classes and three toilets in each girls bathroom. 3) You will notice in my scenario a little later that there are multiple girls desperate to pee waiting in line about ready to pee their pants. 4) It will take each girl a minimum of one minute from start to finish do their bathroom business in the toilet. 5) Although some may have to do #2, we'll keep it simple and say everyone has to do only #1 (pee). Scenario: There is a girl named Elizabeth that is very smart, and nice and sweet to everyone, and is tall and skinny. But she does have bladder problems from time to time, but it's not enough of a problem yet to justify having a doctor's note on file to let her use the restroom whenever necessary. One day, she is even more desperate than usual, and tries to sneak a bathroom break between second and third periods after she makes a locker stop to get her books for third and fourth periods, but when she reaches the bathroom, she sees a line of 3 ahead of her, so she has no choice except to wait another period. Because of her bladder problems, she has already used up any free tardies and emergency bathroom passes in all of her classes at about the halfway to two-thirds point of the semester. So in third period, she is really struggling to pay attention in class because she has to pee so badly. She asks the teacher about halfway through class if she can use the restroom, and the dialogue is about like this. Student: May I please use the restroom Teacher: No bathroom breaks, you should have gone between classes Student: But it's an emergency Teacher: Do you think you can wait another 20 minutes and go after class? Student: Not really Teacher: Well, try to do so, and if I can sense a genuine emergency, we'll deal with it then So Elizabeth struggles, but is able to hold it in, but has to ask again with about 5 minutes before class ends, but this time the teacher said "I'm sure you can wait 5 more minutes." It was a struggle, but Elizabeth did survive the class period without peeing herself. When the bell rings at the end of class, she makes a beeline dash to the nearest bathroom, which unfortunately for her is on the other end of the building, which means she doesn't get there until about the 2 minute mark (meaning there are about 3 minutes to go before her next class). The good news is that it's relatively close to her next class. The bad news is that all 3 stalls are occupied and there is a line of at least 4 girls ahead of her (might be 5, 6, or 7, and I'll get more into that on the next interactive part). The other bad news is that asking her teacher to use the bathroom before class and not be counted late will not work because she's already used up her emergency bathroom passes for the semester. So as you can imagine, poor Elizabeth (and maybe some of the other girls in line) have a huge problem. Her bladder is almost at 100% capacity and she's about ready to burst, meaning her desperation on a scale of 1 to 10 is at least 9.5. This means she is very close to peeing her pants, and if she waits in line, it will take at least another minute and a half just to get into the stall, and at least another minute to pee, which means she will almost certainly be late. So before I go any further into the story, these are the first group of questions (if I don't get interaction in a few days, I'll decide the answers). 1) What should be the grade configuration of this school (6th-8th, 9th-12th, 6th-12th, or something else)? 2) Should cutting in line be allowed if the girls ahead in line say it's okay? 3) Is peeing on the floor, trash can, sink, water bottle, desk, chair, etc. allowed?
  17. I've seen a lot of topics about desperation sightings in school but most of them are dead now so I've decided to start one of my own so feel free to post tour own desperation and wetting sightings here one I saw in primary school my memory of this is a bit hazy but I'll do my best where im from we do this thing called world book day where we go to school dressed as characters from a book can't remember what I was dressed as but one girl was dressed as a princess. on this day in the afternoon she asked to go to the bathroom and was denied I think we were 9 or 10 at the time long story short she started crying and announced that she peed herself and I looked down and saw a puddle at her feet bit her costume for surprisingly clean. the teacher then told her to go down to the office and she ran crying out the class. I then found out a year later that she purposely peed herself cause she was mad about not getting let out of class bit I now have no idea why she cried if it was purposeful. these next ones take place in high school the first one I remember is a girl who was denied access to the bathroom in technical drawing class (teche we called it) anyway we had a sub that say and he told her to wait five minutes she returned to her seat and saw that she was bobbing in her seat and holding herself slightly luckily she nevernsaw me looking the whole time cause I was in nearly all of her classes and it would've have made it quite awkward another scenario was with the same girl and like two of her friends we were at a cross country running compition and after we ran our race all three or maybe two of the girls were visibly desperate for the toilet and luckily for me and not for them the toilet at the place we were at was locked as it normally was or some one was init after the competition ends all three of the girls headed back up to school to use the toilet and I followed behind partly because I'm a perve and partly because I had a a sports club to go to unfortuneatly the girls made it to the toilet but at least I got a good show
  18. BENAir01

    Gym class shenanigans

    Hey all! So as you may know I am still in high school and today, I had a fun experience in my gym class. So I drank a lot last night, just because I was thirsty, so today throughout the morning I have had to pee. But interestingly enough, although I have to pee a lot and when I do use the restroom I pee a lot, my urges are t very strong. They're just always there. Anyway when I got to gym class, I had to pee, but not very badly. So after changing into my black basketball shorts, I went to the bathroom stall and relaxed, honoring to pee just a tad into my pants. However, although it was hard to keep a streak going, I just kept peeing. After like 30 secs I stopped and put some toilet paper in my pants. I peed for another 2 mins before I was empty. My pants were very wet and my I does were absolutely drenched. I spent the remainder of the period in very wet shorts hooding no one realized they were and it was quite exilerating. I also left the class at one point to do some more as I had to pee again FInally at the end of the class, I went to change, but my inderwear were too wet. So I went back to the stall and took off my underwea and put in y pants commando. And the put my wet underwear in a pocket of my bag. Thats all, have a good day! -Ben
  19. she has to pee more and more and add additional movements to her holding repitior. She is a 14 year old freshman at an all-girls high school wearing a green elbow length blouse, a periwinkle skirt rising three inches above the knee, and knee high socks which is the required uniform. In 1st period, the need just started and switching crossed legs sufficised. 2nd class, she crossed her legs, switched them, and had her left hand in her crotch. In 3rd period, she crossed legs, had her left hand between them, but also was leaned far forward in her chair. During 4th period, she leaned even further forward, had both hands on her crotch, and closed legs tight together. At lunch, she did all of the 4th hour movements but she had really began to bounce a little bit and crossed her tightly closed legs at the ankles. During 5th period, she bounced around in her seat a lot, crossed her ankles, and had both hands pressed firm in her female parts. In 6th class, she was literally about to DIE OF URGENCY, bent as far forward as possible, bouncing, wiggling her butt, switching positions every 2 seconds. In her 7th and final period, she rocked, wiggled, bent, constantly changing leg positions constantly as she cursed her mom for making her go to a all-girls school built in the 1800's with inadequate bathrooms. The reason why she got herself in this mess was because she drank 4 glasses of liquids to wash down dry oatmeal and that the school has only 3 bathrooms with 3 stalls each for over 760 girls. The lines are always so long. She tried to go between each class and before lunch, but each time a line of around 10-40 girls greeted her. Each time she waited but never got to go. In the end she always potty danced her way back to class. She tried to go again after last class but the queue was even longer, so she got on the bus and shook furiously having hands between squeezed legs hoping to make it home. Wolga's bus stopped and she ran past her mother rudly into the bathroom. She fiddled with the loop on her skirt dancing and finally pulled it down, letting out a few minute stream. She felt like she had let go of a three-ton rhino. Sorry that there is so much detail, wanted to build her desperation periodically.
  20. Rather than post the same content twice, I thought I'd include a link to the topic on interactive here and give some you an opportunity to post your opinion on that thread. You can respond here, or on that other thread. if this interactive doesn't work out, maybe I will do a fan fiction later on with minimal interaction.
  21. I made made a scenario earlier involving girls being desperate to pee in a long bathroom line at school during passing time, but I thought I'd give the opportunity to others to make up a scenario that is just as interesting, or more so. The general idea should be about the same (line at the girls bathroom between classes), but some of the actual details may be different. It's up to you to make up the scenario. If can be a real scenario you have personally been involved in, or a fictional scenario. I am looking for these main items: 1) How long is each class period, and the passing time between classes? Optional: How many class periods and how long is lunch hour? (You could make it two minutes between classes, or you could make it 20 minutes between classes, but something in between would probably be more realistic.) 2) How many stalls are in each girls bathroom, and which one are these girls heading towards? Also, between which class periods (ie 1st/2nd, 6th/7th) will this scenario occur? (You could make it 1 stalls, or you could make it 100 stalls, but something in between would probably be more realistic.) 3) How strict are the teachers about being late, or using the bathroom during class? (In other words, how many tardies before disciplinary action is taken, and how many restroom passes are allowed per class per semester?) 4) What is the age and grade classification at this school in question (preferably somewhere between the 6th and 12th grades, where any combination of grades (ie 6th/7th, 7th/8th, 6th through 8th, 9th through 12th, or even 6th through 12th). 5) How long is the line at the bathroom? What are the names of the girls in the line (can add age or grade if you want), and how desperate is each particular girl to use the toilet? (The length of the line could be interesting depending on how long the passing time and how many stalls are in the bathroom. In other words, a line of 6 in an 8-stall bathroom with a 10-minute passing time is not the same as a line of 6 in a 3-stall bathroom with a 5-minute passing time). Other variables you could add (or not add) to make it interesting could be: 1) What if one or more of the toilets is stopped up before or during this bathroom break between classes? This can significantly alter the flow of the line and might make a difference people arriving to class late, and will there be an extra time allowance for situations like that? 2) Girls are (or are not) allowed to pee in the sink, trash can, floor, water bottle, desk, chair, or somewhere else. You could allow any or all (or none) of those possibilities, or go with my scenario where each girls either pees in a toilet or can't make it and pees in her pants. 3) Should "cutting in line" be allowed? Probably not, but it's your call. The idea is for you to make a scenario where at least one girl within the line has a full bladder that is about to burst and is very close to peeing her pants and certainly cannot wait another hour. But yet there are too many girls ahead of her in line for her to be able to pee and still get to class on time comfortably. Most likely, she'll be late, or just barely get there on time. In other words, the scenario should at least make it "somewhat difficult, but maybe not necessarily impossible" that "X" minutes (whether the X be 3, 5, 7, 10, or whatever) is enough time to 1) make it to a restroom (takes time) 2) wait in line (takes time) 3) pee (takes time) and 4) get to class on time (takes time). That doesn't even count locker time or time to wash and dry hands either. If you can make up a scenario, I'll tell you what I would do, and also what I would fantasize the girls doing. After I see a few scenarios, I might even pick the scenario I find most interesting and ask another round of questions about some of the girls in that scenario. I might make a poll, but I don't know how well it will work, because I don't know if it will show the individual voter results (example: one voter might say there is a passing time of 4 minutes, 3 stalls, and a line of 6). I'll give the poll about 3 weeks and check the results then. I currently have it set to reveal the names of the individual voters for each option, and I don't know if that's a good idea because I've never done this before. My personal vote on the poll was 5 minutes passing time, 3 stalls in the bathroom, and 6 girls ahead in line. However, if you don't think the poll is sufficient, you are welcome to add in any answers to the questions in the replies down below. I want to see how interesting these answers might be.
  22. An original short story I decided to write. Simple young female unintentional desperation and wetting with humiliation. She is 14 so if that or any of the other is not your thing, turn back now. There is no sexual content in this fiction. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My first day of high school was pretty average I guess. Mostly just met our teachers, got our school IDs and textbooks and whatnot. Did I make any friends? No, but that’s okay. I can worry about that later. Right now I just want to get home after a quick pee break that I really need right now. I make my way to the bathroom but instead I'm met by caution tape over the women’s restroom door with a sign saying “closed for maintenance”. “Crap!” I mutter, frustrated as I bounce in my spot. What the hell, they were just fine when I walked by them before my last class an hour and half ago! A janitor comes out with a mop bucket and sees me standing there. “Sorry kid, someone thought it would be funny to put firecrackers in the toilets.” He says, as he walks by. “Excuse me.” Great, just great. My average day got worse. I groan as I leave the school and just head straight for the buses. Fine, it’s whatever, I should be able to hold it until I get home. Hopefully. I sit down at a bench, cross my legs, and hug my backpack in my lap. Thankfully the bus doesn’t take too long to come. Bus 363 stops in front of the curb and I quickly get on and find a seat near the middle. I curl up against the window, set my bag on the seat and try to not think about my almost full bladder. As the seats fill up, another girl decides to sit next to me. I turn my head to look at her. The first thing I notice about her is that she has much bigger boobs than I do. Not that I’m jelly or anything. I’m perfectly fine with my… a cups. Yep. “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” She looks over to me as she set her bag down at her feet. I shake my head no. Her clothes are more fashionable than my red shirt and jeans. She has a really pretty sparkly light blue sweater and white pants. Her boots match her top, and my old converse shoes have fresh gum stuck to the bottom. I lift my foot up and try to scrap it off on the floor. My bladder aches in pain as the bus starts moving again and I shift in my seat. “I’m Sarah Chester.” She introduces herself as she sways her long strawberry blond hair behind her head which was beautifully styled compared to my boring short brown hair. Wow, are we already on a last name basis? “Allie.” I reply. “Oh, I think you were in my homeroom!” Her face lights up. “Oh, cool.” I say, not so enthusiastically. It’s not that I don’t want to try to make friends with this girl, it’s just I have to PEE SO FREAKING BAD that I literally can’t concentrate much on a conversation right now. Every bump in the road makes this stupid bus bounce which is only making my bladder scream. She stops talking for a few minutes, probably because she thinks I hate her. I shove a hand between my legs and wiggle them. I hope Sarah doesn’t notice, but of course she does. “Are you okay over there, Allie? You look… uncomfortable.” She asks, concerned about me. “Um... yeah I’m fine.” I give a sheepish smile without making eye contact. You’re not going to get a lot of info out of a shy girl, especially about her bathroom needs. Sarah shrugs and turns away for the moment. She keeps talking about her school day every couple minutes but I could only give short answers. I can’t think about anything other than how much I urgently need a toilet. “Oh my god, I can’t believe how much homework-” Sarah stops mid-sentence when a loud popping sound came from outside the bus. I jump in my seat, startled from the sudden noise and I immediately start to leak in my pants. It took every ounce of my strength to stem the flow as I grab my crotch and hold myself tightly with my legs crossed. I feel a small wet spot under my hand. “What the HELL was that?!” She says loudly as the bus wobbles and pulls over the to side of the road. This isn’t happening… this is NOT happening. Dammit, now what? The bus driver stands up. “Tire blew out, guys. Sorry but it looks like we’re going to be here a little while.” He says over the intercom before he begins calling someone over the radio. “No.. please no.” I mutter as tears began slowly welling up in my eyes. I continue holding myself. On a scale of 1 to 10 on how badly I need to pee, I am at a solid 9 and it’s only climbing higher. 14 year old me starts crying in her seat because she’s about to have an accident in her pants. Sarah looks over to me, and places a hand on my shoulder. “Wow, are you okay, what’s wrong?” She looks down at my lap and her mouth opens as she seems to have put two and two together. “Oh no. That’s not good. Are you going to be alright?” I take a deep breath. “I don’t know…” I reply softly, my voice cracking from desperation. Sarah wraps her arm around me and supports me with her other hand. “Don’t worry, Allie, you’re going to be okay. Just hold on tight!” Yeah, what do you think I’m doing? This is so embarrassing! I hate that I have to hold myself like this. Everyone that looks my way will know I really have to pee but if I remove my hand I’ll wet my pants for sure. Having Sarah there makes me feel better, emotionally at least, but I can’t help but think I’m just putting off the inevitable. Every minute feels like an hour, and every minute I feel like I'm going to lose it completely. I clench my eyes shut as tears flow down. Sarah hugs tighter. “Do you want me to see if I can get something for you to pee in?” I couldn’t reply so I just shrug. Pulling my pants down and peeing in a bottle on the bus is not what I had in mind but at this point I feel like I don’t have much of a choice. In the back of my mind, I’m positive that I’m not going to make it home without having an accident but I can't think like that. I can't pee my pants, I just can't! I cry as the pain from my bladder grows stronger. My body shakes with desperation. Sarah asks around for a bottle or anything. Thankfully she didn’t give any details, but it still got people to look our way. I felt stares. I look up and saw the boy in the adjacent seat glancing at me. I turn my head away and shot from a 9 to a 10. I begin leaking more in my pants every couple seconds. I place my hand on Sarah’s shoulder and she turns to me. “Sarah… I’m not going to make it.” I confide in her and began sobbing. She hugs me again and pulls her backpack up to the seat. “Allie, it’s okay. I’ll block the view.” I’m so glad she does, because right at that moment, I can’t hold it anymore. My bladder gives up and pee gushes out, drenching my jeans. Relief comes quickly, as does utter humiliation. I close my eyes tightly and drown out the world around me as I wet myself like a little girl. I don’t believe it. This is a nightmare. I can feel my pants soaking with pee with my hand still tightly clutching between my legs as it flows under me. “Stop staring at her, asshole!” She shouts. I could feel her pushing her bag closer to me. As I finish peeing my pants, I hear some guys outside the bus talking. I look out the window and saw they had changed the tire already before I look over to Sarah. “I’m sorry, I can’t believe this happened.” My voice still shaking from the sheer embarrassment. I look down at myself. I had completely flooded my jeans from my crotch, all the way down my legs and into my shoes. A large puddle is underneath my feet. “Don’t apologise. It’s not your fault. It’s just an accident.” I felt her hand on my shoulder once more as she hugs me again. This time I hug back. I want Sarah to be my new friend. Maybe a best friend. “Sorry about the delay folks, we’re back up and running now.” The bus driver announces over the intercom before sitting back down. Sarah kept me blocked from peering eyes as the bus drives off. “Thank you Sarah.” I look to her and smile. “Can we be friends?” I ask, hopeful. “Definitely.” She smiles back. I start to feel much better now. Still embarrassed. But at least i made a new friend. I just hope I can get home before my parents so I don’t get a talk. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Thank you for reading if you got this far. Please let me know what you think.
  23. Would anyone be interested in seeing a story where it's a girl from high school? I would take suggestions for character ideas if you want to do it, and I'll try to update frequently, at least once a day. If you guys are interested (At least two people), then you can probably give me some ideas for what you want the character to look like. Hopefully this goes well, it's my first time trying to do something like this.
  24. Boys, did you ever need to pee badly at school so you were going to get the bathroom pass, but another boy got the bathroom pass first, and got to pee first before you, and after the boy was done peeing in the bathroom with the bathroom pass did you make it to the bathroom in time?
  25. There are some interesting scenarios where girls (or anyone) can be desperate to pee in a long bathroom line. But one particular interesting example could be the bathroom line at a middle school or high school between classes. You have those scenarios where you need to use the restroom, but can't go during class, and time between classes is kind of tight, so here is an interesting scenario. This is a variation of the scenario I had done in another forum, but I wanted to eliminate some of the interaction and get right to the point. Factors to consider: I) There are five minutes between classes, and 50 minute class periods. II) Can’t be late, and can’t use the restroom during class (already used up any free tardies or emergency bathroom passes, if you even had any). If you are late or have to use the restroom during class, you either get an after-school detention, in school suspension, or a day of Saturday school. III) Asking teacher to use restroom before the bell rings won't work, since she already used up her restroom passes, and will probably only make her later. IV) There are three toilets available in each girls bathroom (and there are three total sets of restrooms in the building, not counting the nurse's restroom or the gym locker rooms). V) There are at least 1,000 students in this school (and at least 500 of them are girls). VI) A girl named Emily needs to use the restroom with a desperation of about 9.5 out of 10 (meaning about as close as you can come to peeing your pants without actually doing so) between third and fourth periods. She is sitting in class right at the end of third period shaking almost to tears because she has to pee so bad, but can't leave the classroom until the class is over. Meanwhile, girls in other classes are in a similar predicament (we'll call them Tina, Nicole, and Tiffany), and have a ways to go to get to the restroom, but are able to get there a little bit ahead of Emily (like the 1 to 1 1/2 minute mark after the previous class is over), because the restroom is closer, and they do need to pee, they aren't "quite" as desperate, so can probably walk a little faster because they aren't as worried about having a full-blown accident right then an there. VII) Emily arrives at the restroom closest to her next class with about 3 minutes to go before the next class (took here about 2 minutes to get from previous destination to here). She couldn't run or walk faster because she had to focus on not losing control of her bladder before getting to the bathroom. VIII) Peeing on the floor, trash can, sink, water bottle, chair, or desk are not allowed. Each girl either pees in a toilet, or can’t make it and pees in her pants. IX) Cutting in line is not allowed, even if those at the front of the line are not as desperate as the ones at the back of the line, because there is a line for a reason, plus no one is allowed to be late. Basically it’s a “first come, first serve” type of queue line, regardless of how desperate you are. However, it is possible that maybe one or more of the girls “gives up” on the situation if she’s not that desperate and figures she can wait another hour, which may in essence make the line a little shorter where Emily has a better chance to pee and get to class on time. But for the purposes of this topic, we’ll assume that is not going to happen. It’s also possible in theory that one or more may only need to apply makeup, which is not really part of the “pee line”. But again, for these purposes, we’ll assume everyone is in line to use one of the three toilets. X) Each girl will need a minimum of one minute of time in the stall before exiting. It may take longer, and may take a lot longer is somebody needs to do #2. But for the purposes of this topic, we’ll assume everyone only has to do #1. XI) There may be a bathroom monitor present, but only to make sure things there is no line cutting, or that nothing gets out of control like horseplay, smoking, stuffing toilets with paper towels. XII) This is the way the toilet queue looks with three minutes to go before class, and three toilets in this restroom (all three stalls are currently occupied). A) Girl 1 (Elizabeth)—18 year old senior, desperation about 5 out of 10 (arrived about 45 seconds after previous class ended, and there was already one girl ahead of her in line) B) Girl 2 (Brandi)—17 year old senior, desperation about 6 out of 10 (arrived about 50 seconds after previous class ended, and there were two girls ahead of her) C) Girl 3 (Michelle)—17 year old junior, desperation about 7 out of 10 (arrived around the 1 minute mark) D) Girl 4 (Jennifer)—16 year old junior, desperation about 7.5 out of 10 (arrived around the 1 minute mark) E) Girl 5 (Tina)—16 year old sophomore, desperation about 8 out of 10 (arrived around the 1:30 mark) F) Girl 6 (Nicole)—15 year old sophomore, desperation about 8.5 out of 10 (arrived around the 1:30 mark) G) Girl 7 (Tiffany)—15 year old freshman, desperation about 9 out of 10 (arrived around the 1:45 mark) H) Girl 8 (Emily)—14 year old freshman, desperation about 9.5 out of 10 (arrived around the 2 minute mark) FFor what it is worth, the first three girls (Elizabeth, Brandi, and Michelle) are able to finally get into a stall and start doing their business at the 2:10, 2:30, and 2:50 marks, respectively. Naturally, the ones that really have to pee the worst are the ones that are at the back of the line. So as you can see, the first three or four girls probably could wait another period, but would prefer not to. They are in a position to where they probably have enough time to pee and get to class on time, but can also hold it for another hour if need be. They decide to go ahead and pee now since they have the time to do so (their classes are right near the restroom), because you don’t know what might happen after the next hour, because their desperation might be closer to a 9 out of 10 by then and then have to deal with a longer line. As a result, the last four girls in line are in a bad situation. These four girls pretty much have to pee within the next 15 minutes or so, which means in essence they need to pee during this particular break. Unfortunately, they don’t have enough time to wait in line, pee, and get to their next class on time, because it was a 5 minute passing period, and there are currently 3 minutes left. Also unfortunate for those girls is that if they are late, they get a 30-minute detention because they may have been late a time or two before (or their teachers have a no tolerance policy on tardies). And they can’t go to the bathroom during class, and clearly can’t wait another hour. This could be the dream scenario for those hoping for an accident, and a nightmarish scenario for those 4 girls involved in that predicament. F Now, the first question you might ask, is if the last four girls had to pee that bad, why didn’t they get into the bathroom sooner before the line got so long. Maybe their previous classroom was so far away, and this was the closest restroom they could find and the soonest they could get there. So here are a few questions: Knowing how desperate Emily and the others are to pee and how many girls are ahead of them in line, what should they do? Wait in line, pee, get to class late and deal with the consequences (or fight if she thinks it’s unfair) End up wetting herself before getting to the front of the line, and have to deal with an accident, and possibly being late to class anyway. Go to class without peeing, and pee all over herself (her pants, seat, or whatever sometime during her next class) Other (remember the line-cutting, peeing on the floor, sink, trash can, or water bottle is not allowed). If she is late and receives a detention, what should she do about it? Have parents sign it and serve it, and don’t make a bad situation worse. Talk the situation over with her parents, and have them talk to the school administration about the whole mess. Don’t talk to her parents, and don’t serve the detention, and possibly get a misconduct and in-school suspension or Saturday school instead, in which case the parents will have to get involved anyway. Other. If she realizes she doesn’t have enough time to wait in line and get to class on time and decides to try to wait it out, what should she do? Try to hold it as long as possible through her next class, and maybe relieve a little pressure from time to time by peeing in her pants just a little bit at a time and hope the wet spot isn’t too noticeable and that she can get to the bathroom after the next class. Hold it as long as she can, and eventually have a full-blown accident. Miraculously be able to hold it through the whole next period, against all odds, and then start the cycle all over again at the next break. Other. If she does end up peeing her pants because she can’t go to the bathroom, what should she do? Ask to see the nurse. Ask to call home for a change of clothes. Ask to leave school to go home to change clothes (unless it’s the last period of the day, when it’s pointless) Ask to talk to the principal or assistant principal about the situation right then and there. Ask to call her parents about the situation. Other