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  1. 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. 
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. View File JAV - MIAE-001 - School Girl Accident Leads to Bullying and Sex Title says it all, a couple of vignettes of a school girl desperate to pee, having an accident, and then having sex to prevent witnesses from telling. Cute panties, cute accident scenarios, typical sex. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing  
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  7. 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.
  8. 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.
  9. 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?
  10. 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
  11. 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
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. 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.
  15. 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.
  16. 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.
  17. 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?
  18. 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
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    female Maddi’s Bus Desperation

    Maddi reluctantly rose from her bed. To her surprise, her bladder was already full. She absentmindedly looked at the clock. “Oh no!” She exclaimed, throwing on her school uniform. (A short skirt and long sleeve sweater) As she pulled on her tight skirt, she noticed the bulge in her bladder. “I really need to go...” She mumbled. “I’ve have no time though! I’ll miss the bus! Isn’t that worse?” She tried to persuade herself not to rush into that bathroom. Maddi is a stubborn girl, so she bolted past the bathroom, squeezing her thighs together when she heard her older sister peeing inside. She walked out the door, struggling to keep her pee inside. She climbed up the stairs to the bus to sit alone in the back. “I don’t want anyone to see me squirming...” She thought as she walked down the aisle. She made sure her bag covered the seat next to her. She felt nudges to her bladder, and tried to ignore them by watching the passing cars. Everytime the bus made a stop she had to hold her bladder harder, as the pee sloshed around. After 10 minutes of crossed legs, pressed thighs, and hands in the crotch her school was in sight. Relief washed over her and in that moment of distraction a little spurt stained her skirt. “Cmon Maddi, keep it together,” She whispered. Before the exit to her school, the bus pulled to the side of the road. The bus driver announced that the bus had a flat tire, and that it would be around 30 minutes until we could get back to school. A wave of desperation hit her and she squirmed so much in her seat she could swear she was shaking the bus. “Mnnh... I can make it,” She told herself. Little leaks while the bus had been repaired turned her blue skirt to navy when the bus finally pulled up to school. She tied a jacket around her waist and pushed through the crowd of kids, being careful to avoid elbows to the bladder, which would foil her whole plan. She anxiously dashed through the halls, ignoring the “No running!” from her teachers. She closed her eyes in relief as she walked into the bathroom. She hit something. “Hey, watch it!” Exclaimed the girl in front of her. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Maddi quickly said. Maddi refocused and saw the huge line for the bathroom. She was on the brink of tears. “Today has been awful! I have such bad luck,” Maddi considered peeing in the trash can in the bathroom, but there were too many people for that. She pressed her legs even harder together as her bladder was betraying her. Maddie knew what was happening, and even her large bladder, hand, or stubbornness could stop her bladder from releasing it’s contents. Urine flowed down her crossed legs, soiling her skirt and tall socks. A loud hiss coming from her turned all eyes in that line towards her, some with sympathy, some with disgust. Her face flushed red as she tried to contain the stream, but it was just too much. A large puddle now surrounded her, as her bladder emptied it’s last drops Maddi began crying. Not full crying, just little tears. The girl in front of her stepped in her puddle, not seeming to mind, and put her arm around Maddi. Maddi’s face flushed red. She said, “Hello, I’m May. Do you want me to help?” Maddi was so embarrassed that this beautiful girl had to witness this. Maddi mumbled, “Only if you want to. I don’t want to burden anyone else,”. May smiled and gathered paper towels. She handed some to Maddi. Maddi started blushing hard, seeing May wiping up her own pee. When they finished, Maddi quickly thanked May. “No problem. I would want help if I were in your place.” May said. “That’s true. But still, thank you so much.” May looked at Maddi and said, “Hey, I think you are really cute and nice. Do you wanna go out sometime?” Inside, Maddi was freaking out. But on the outside, she said, “Oh my gosh! I’d love to!” May’s eyes brightened. “And if you’re with me, this won’t happen again,” Maddi smiled. Hey! This is my first story! Feel free to give some criticism and tell me what you like ☺️
  20. A string of partly related short stories in which many of our favorite Equestria Girl characters have difficulty holding themselves in desperation. Will any of them make it? Not very likely, but you never know, could save one or two last minute. Shouldn't have to be an MLP fan to enjoy this. Anyway, just take note as to how each of the Elements of Harmony/Character plays a role in the predicaments of each character. = STORY ONE: FLUTTERSHY, WETTERSHY = Hop, skip, bounce, wobble-wobble. It was a running-late Fluttershy trying to put on her sneaker while stumbling her way through the door of her house. As it closed, the zoo-like commotion of screeches, barks, and hollering quieted. Since the hurricane weather, a number of animals became stranded, separated from their owners. And she couldn’t help but take them in for the time being. But that meant cleaning up after and feeding three times as many animals. She was running with quite a distance to go being on the outskirts of town. She went as fast as she managed, trying to politely dodge and wait on the traffic of people bustling through the streets. An old junky hatchback full of miscellaneous stuff coughed up beside her. Fluttershy took a glance at it and was instantly irritable. Her brother Zephyr Breeze was driving alongside her while blocking traffic. “Heya, sis! How’s it going? Late for school?” “Zeph, I don’t have time for your antics right now,” she said with a huff. “Oh, but you do, you do! Listen, I’d be willing to give you a ride—” “In exchange for gas money. I know, but it isn’t worth it. If you would just—just…” Fluttershy’s voice trailed off as she just realized that she was so busy that morning she had yet to take her morning pee. She considered her options and quickly changed her mind. She sighed. “Alright Zeph. But you better get me there on time without speeding.” “Oh Flutt-ah-shy! Since when did I ever do any bad driving and let you down?” At that moment a piece of his front bumper clattered and hung down low, the twisted metal barely holding on. Fluttershy rose an eyebrow before moving to the passenger side and buckling in. At that moment, he floored the accelerator and the car loudly popped in protest before zipping into the streets. Fluttershy’s eyes became the size of baseballs, pupils beading tiny and she yipped and grabbed the handle above the door with her right hand and the edge of her seat with her left. As the car screeched around the corner, the handle broke off. Her hair flew in her face and Fluttershy had to jam her left hand into her crotch, torturously squeezed by the seatbelt. “Zephyr Breeze! Just what do you think you’re doing?” “I’m not speeding, that’s for sure.” “B-b-but—,” “Don’t have to say it,” he said narrowly dodging a semi-truck blowing its horn, “I know. I’m amazing.” Fluttershy screamed as she shut her legs together to do her best to not pee right then and there. She closed her eyes and clenched her hand in her crotch tightly, hoping and waiting for it to all be over. But in a couple of minutes, the car screeched to a halt. Fluttershy dared to take a peek and saw that they had made it to the front of the school without incident. Now, about the gas…” She stepped out and shut the door behind her. “Money. Pfft. Hey!” Zephyr Breeze shouted, voice muffled behind the door, “you owe me!” Fluttershy burst through the front doors of the school, running for dear life. She contemplated stopping for the bathroom but looking at her watch showed that there wasn’t time. She would have to go to class and hope the teacher would let her go. Being tardy one more time was going to get her a detention—and detentions were issued during the time the Rainbooms had band practice; she couldn’t miss that! She raced into the classroom and walked up to the grime-faced lady at the front. “Miss Harshwhinny? I-I-I know you don’t like it when we leave in the middle of class, b-b-but can I please, pretty please, go to the bathroom?” Miss Harshwhinny puckered her lips to the side. “You should have gone before coming into the class. I’m fixing to hand out a test, and you know the rules: no leaving in the middle of a test for any reason.” She glanced over at Snips and Snails who had previously tried cheating and helping each other during such an move. “But if you are tardy to class, I will issue an automatic failure and you will not be allowed to take the test or enter the classroom.” Fluttershy shrieked while biting her lower lip, stepping one foot on the other. She hung her head and made her way to the desk. She was nervous, very nervous. She had to go to the bathroom; her morning pee from an all-night bladder was waiting to come out, and she was taking a test that she knew would be extremely difficult for her. The tests were passed around and she struggled to focus. It was Algebra, making her have to work out problems and try to find solutions. She was used to the pop quizzes using multiple choice answers, but that was not what she had. She felt her swollen bladder quickly. The seconds passed like minutes, and minutes passed like hours. Fluttershy gripped her crotch as she was making her way down the line of questions, sweaty palms rubbing graphite as she tried erasing. She fidgeted and wobbled her legs up and down rapidly, crossing and crisscrossing. Just before she finished, Fluttershy felt a steaming hot spurt in her light green panties. She clenched her teeth and made a squee. It had been a while since she was this desperate. Of course being Fluttershy, she had wet herself a handful of times before. But she was not interested in reliving the experiences. She did her best to try and stay inconspicuous, discreetly pressing a fist into the top of her skirt. Normally her bladder was used to being emptied over an hour prior. She began to get extra sensitive to her surroundings and sense of touch, a drop of heavy sweat rolled down beside her cheek and her face was flushed hot. But she was finished with the test. She felt like things were ok; she was going to make it. Fluttershy looked around the class and noticed that everyone else was still taking theirs, which was odd since how she usually finished near the end. She looked at the clock and only then realized class was halfway done! She bit her lip and quivered as she looked over her test and realized she only did one side! With an exhaustive whimper, she returned to focus on the test more. But every passing minute made it harder and harder to concentrate. Fluttershy constantly rubbed her sweaty hands on her skirt and readjusted her position. Another hot squirt exited into her panties and she resorted to bouncing furiously in place, legs squeezed tightly together. Her swollen bladder pressed up tightly against the band of her skirt, and she began to sweat so much she was afraid the wetness on her white shirt might make her bra show through. She was exaggerating of course, but it was another worry added to her list as she looked down and checked while fidgeting more and pretending to look uncomfortable to disguise cramping up in adjustment to her desperation. She became fixated on little things like the lead in her pencil, the unevenness of the heavily-used eraser, or the curls of her hair. As the class began to wrap up and everyone else was finishing their test, Fluttershy was extremely desperate. She had to go so bad, she was afraid that the act of standing up and spreading out her legs to walk would cause her to lose control. She looked around the room, nervously wondering who was staring at her and thinking about her odd gestures and movements. Fluttershy’s eyes darted left and right and the stress built up, her legs furiously shaking and her body trembling. It was hurting and stinging in her lower stomach she had to go so badly. Seven minutes. There was seven minutes left. Never mind that there were still four questions left, Fluttershy just wanted to jump up out of the room and head straight for the closest bathroom. Six minutes left. Five minutes left. Four minutes left. It felt like her bladder was rising up to just puke its contents out despite her commanding it not to. She struggled to keep her willpower stronger than it, squinting her eyes, hands gripping the side of her metal and wood chair. She had to raise up her crossed legs to the tiptoes of her right foot and vibrate because even being bent over was too much to bear. She began to whimper quietly, moaning, biting her lip in terrible gnawing. She dared to open an eye and look at the clock. Three minutes left. Then, she opened both eyes and gasped. She could feel a strong lurching sensation, so she raised her legs up higher and higher, her knees touching the top of the desk. She whispered, “No, no, no, please, oh please no, not in the middle of class!” Her light green panties got a little damp in response as another hot spit of pee got into them. Then it dribbled a little; Fluttershy moved her legs sharply left and right. Two minutes to go, just two minutes! A warm, swirling sensation angrily punched out of her young, virgin soft yellow vagina. Fluttershy sputtered her body and dropped her legs as the pee ruptured through her defenses and was hissing strongly into her clothes. Two minutes too late. The steaming hot liquid was pumping without mercy through her light green panties and into the light pink and white-dotted under layer of her skirt before flooding through, easily staining the top layer a darkly green. Fluttershy caved in her eyes and her expression sunk, hands frozen in place by her side in shock as the pee trickled around her fingers along the edge of the seat she was forced to use as a toilet. She could feel the liquid pooling around her crotch and between her thighs as the seat had no cracks or holes to spill through. She moved her right leg open a little, spreading it along the soaking back of her skirt now sticking to her leg. The pool in her lap reached the edges of her chair and began to drip onto the tile below with a loud pitter patter. Students began to look up and at each other upon hearing the sound that soon after became a cascading splashing. The girl to Fluttershy’s left looked at her and realizing that Fluttershy was blushing badly and looking down at the damage being caused by her mess, the other student tilted her gaze downward and gasped. “Miss Harshwhinny? Fluttershy’s peeing.” Fluttershy blushed all the harder and tears began to swell up in her eyes. Now the whole class was looking at her, and she wasn’t even finished at all, having been peeing straight for well over a minute. She sniffled and sat there still frozen in place. She then nervously adjusted her legs to the side to try and stand up, but couldn’t move, continuing to relieve herself in front of the whole class. Students around her stood up and stepped away from her as if in fear that the yellowish-tinted liquid puddling around her seat was contagious. Fluttershy exhaled with a stuttering whimper, moaning a little as she stared forward, sad expression as she started to lean over and finish. She spent thirty more seconds of her life drenching her clothes, her makeshift toilet, and the floor around her. A few seconds after her relief was in full, it was still dripping and splashing onto the floor. Fluttershy sat there in her embarrassment a little while longer before scooting forward, scooping and sliding a heavy waterfall of pee onto the floor, her dark pink socks were slurping in her green boots. She laid her head on the desk, wrap her arms around her head, and with pee-soaked fingers on her shoulders, she cried her heart out, hoping she could just die. Just then, the bell finally rang. * * * In a different, empty classroom, dark from the lowered shades, Fluttershy was sobbing profusely, standing there naked save for hot pink bra as her friend Rarity rummaged through a trunk of school play outfits she was working on, along with some other pieces of fabric. Fluttershy sniffled in-between sobs, “I—I want to die! This was—*cough, cough*—this was so embarrassing! I’ve wet my pants five times, now. Five times Rarity! My shyness makes me so childishly pathetic.” “Rubbish! Absolute rubbish!” Rarity said as she sat down and began to sew. “You are wonderfully useful, darling! Taking care of all those poor creatures in your house. Now, why don’t you use the lab sink and paper towels to wash up?” “Oh, what’s the use?” Fluttershy said sitting down on the floor, ignoring her bare and wet backside pressing on the stone-cold tile before wrapping herself with her arms as if to try hiding from the world. She continued with speech muffled. “I can’t show my face in this school again. The whole school probably knows by now.” “Oh, tsk, tsk Fluttershy dear,” the fashionista said, “Almost everyone has a little embarrassing accident of their own sometime in their life. Doughff! It’s just that mean-ol’ Miss Harshwhinny. Just don’t let it bother you and it’ll go away very soon. Besides, you’re not the only one to wet themselves in her class.” Fluttershy piqued her chin up from the den of her arms. “D-d-did you ever—you know—wet your pants, Rarity?” Rarity bit her lip, her gently swinging crossed leg paused a few moments before continuing. She nodded. “Well I, well, um—yes, Fluttershy, I have.” “Really? When?” “Once, when I was ah, uh, little girl.” Fluttershy looked away. “Oh.” Rarity continued sewing in silence, feeling a swelter of guilt, and of something else. She looked at the depressed, moping, half-naked, dreaded heap she called a friend with overwhelming regard. She coughed and readjusted her position. “And another time in middle school.” She nodded her head as if she were listening to some tune. “Actually, a few times in middle school.” Fluttershy adjusted her gaze and fixed it on Rarity. “And—ah,” Rarity sighed. “And in freshman year, and sophomore, and—and this year. And well yes, a few weeks ago—and—and—last week.” As she spoke, she continued bobbing her head gently like an elder woman recalling stories of ye old. She uncrossed her legs and began to bounce her left leg rapidly while wrapping the other one around her chair leg while angling her knees together. Fluttershy’s countenance of dread instantly shifted to shock and interest. “Wow Rarity! It sounds like you’ve peed yourself a lot more than me! But I’ve known you for so long, I don’t ever recall you having any accidents.” Rarity spat a bit and sputtered for words. “Oh well, I um, wouldn’t call them all accidents per say, but…” “Rarity!” Fluttershy said rather flustered as she stood, now much more comfortable to get herself cleaned up. “Are you saying that you’ve peed in your pants on purpose?” Rarity re-crossed her legs and adjusted her angle of leaning and blushed. “I wouldn’t say just on purpose either or well, you maybe… I’m sorry, Fluttershy dear. I couldn’t bear the sight of you in your predicament so I had to say something.” Fluttershy turned the sink on and was dabbing some paper towels in the running facet. Rarity paused to uncomfortably focus on the water streaming free. Fluttershy puckered a lip of dissatisfaction. “Were you lying? When you said those things?” Rarity’s concentration was broken and she lifted her hands up in defense. “Oh, no, not at all! You see, you know what ‘kinks’ are, right dear?” The light-pink haired student froze a moment in bending down, fully exposing her butt to her friend. “Well, I think that’s like funny sex interests, right? Or something? But what would that have to do with you p—pee—peeing…” Fluttershy dropped her cluster of paper towels. She stood up and turned with hard blushing as she saw Rarity fidget in her seat. “You don’t mean that—that peeing in your clothes is a turn on, do you?” Rarity stood up with such fierce rapidity she nearly knocked her chair over. “Oh promise me you won’t tell a soul!” Fluttershy stood still as no sound or movement became of the room except the running faucet water. “Oh Rarity, I don’t have any real reason to tell anybody, for now. But it doesn’t really make me feel better that you pee in your pants all the time and nobody knows about it, and I pee in my pants only a few times and everybody knows of it.” She sighed as she turned the sink off, picked up her paper towel mush from the floor, and continued rubbing her naked legs and groin with warm water. “But I do know of somebody romantically interested in you. They’ve been asking me if I know anything about what you like, you know what I mean.” Rarity was almost in tears. She flew across the classroom and held on Fluttershy’s hands as she got to her knees. “Please dear Fluttershy! Please, I’ll do anything to make it up to you! The deception, your feelings, our friendship!” “You have to go to the bathroom right now, don’t you, Rarity?” Rarity looked up with frightened, worried curiosity. “Ah, why whatever do you mean, Darling?” Fluttershy flashed a wicked, uncharacteristic grin. “I think you know what I mean. Besides, did you say that, I quote,” she put a pointer to the air, “‘Almost everyone has a little embarrassing accident of their own sometime in their life.’” Rarity looked away and sighed. “Yes, yes, well, that I did.” She glanced her eyes up at Fluttershy who was bent down looking at her with a devious grin. Rarity began to cry. “Oh please don’t make me do that! I beg of you! My status and place of interest in the school is, well, it’s…” “Better and more important than mine.” Fluttershy turned away and began to whimper. “I understand.” Rarity, still holding them, rattled her friend’s hands. “Oh, I just can’t bear the sight of you so dreadful. Let it never be said that my Element of Generosity has never ruined me. Just please, don’t make me have it too public or long-lasting?” Fluttershy stepped away to continue rubbing herself to clean up. “Just hold yourself now until you can’t for today. Whatever that means, wherever that leads.” Rarity sighed heavily. “With it only being second class period, that gives me not much chance to make it to the end of the day. But Dearest, please do tell me,” Rarity got on her knees and clasped her hands together. “Why are you doing this to me?!!?” Fluttershy took the soaked glob of paper towels and dropped them in the trash. “Because I have my secret kinks too. Are you done sewing my improvised underwear yet?”
  21. Here are some male desperation sightings that I can recall from a few years ago when I was at school. Our school had quite a strict policy on toilets – they were kept locked most of the time and were only unlocked during break, lunchtime and after school had ended. Teachers would usually let people go during lessons but not always, so it was not uncommon to see desperate students rushing to the loos after lessons had ended. One guy I was mates with (I’ll call him Adam) would put off going for a piss all day if he could. However, sometimes he needed to piss so badly that he had no choice but to relieve himself, especially as he had a long bus journey to school in the morning, and would always drink a lot during the day including a cup of tea before leaving his house. During one morning break, someone was punching him as a joke and he said ‘Ohh don’t, I’ll piss myself’ and reached down, giving his cock a quick squeeze through his school uniform trousers. He held on for a couple more minutes, and just as he turned to head towards the boy’s toilets, the bell rang for the next lesson. He sighed and turned around, walking towards his class in the opposite direction. After that hour-long lesson had ended, I saw him walking quickly to the toilets gritting his teeth. He saw me as I walked past and said ‘Back in a sec, I’m dying for a piss’. He was very tense and red-faced, and looked as if he was close to soaking his pants. He met up with me a few minutes later, looking much more relaxed. Another lunchtime, towards the end of it, we were standing around chatting and I noticed that Adam couldn’t stand still for a second. He was fidgeting from foot to foot, bouncing on the spot, pulling his waistband away from his bladder, and his hand kept drifting towards his crotch, not quite holding himself but he was clearly dying to grab himself through his trousers. He looked absolutely bursting, and after a couple of minutes he obviously decided he couldn’t hang on any longer. He moaned out loud and said ‘I need a fucking piss!’, squeezing his cock for a second before turning around and walking very quickly towards the loos, bent over slightly as he walked. He must have been very desperate to go, as he’d been hanging on for well over 5 hours at that point and had been drinking a large bottle of fruit juice earlier in the day, not to mention his morning cup of tea. One afternoon, we had PE, the last lesson of the day. During the warm up exercises and stretches I noticed that Adam could hardly stand still, and seemed to be absolutely bursting to go. After the stretches, we were told to jog around the gym. I noticed Adam speaking to the PE teacher, who shook her head and told him to start jogging with everyone else. He did as he was told, but was jogging much slower than normal. I asked him why he was jogging so slowly and he said quietly ‘I really need a piss, I haven’t been all day and Miss won’t let me go’. For the rest of the lesson we played volleyball, and at one point somebody tripped over. I saw Adam point at them and laugh, then when he thought nobody was looking, he moved his hand to his crotch and squeezed his cock hard through his PE shorts for a few seconds. He was fidgety for the whole lesson, constantly shifting from foot to foot, crossing his legs and I saw him hold himself a few more times through his shorts. After the lesson ended and we got changed back into school uniform, he had to go and catch the bus and didn’t get chance to go for a piss. He must have been absolutely dying by the time he got home. In another PE lesson, again the last lesson of the day, we were taking turns on the trampolines. Whenever Adam’s turn came, he passed it up and let the next person go instead. We were standing next to each other and I could see him shifting around, dancing from foot to foot and bending forwards with his hands resting on his crotch. He was obviously desperate to piss and hadn’t relieved himself all day, so bouncing up and down was the last thing he wanted to do! People soon realised that Adam kept missing his turn and started telling him to get on. The teacher overheard and told him that he had to take part in the lesson. Reluctantly, he climbed up on the trampoline, bounced a couple of times and did a ‘seat drop’, which involved bouncing on the trampoline in a sitting position, which must have been very difficult on a full bladder. He then climbed off despite only having been on a few seconds, moaning slightly under his breath as he stood back in his position next to me. He quickly reached down and gripped his cock through his shorts for a second, gritting his teeth. He realised I’d seen him squeezing himself and said ‘I’m actually gonna piss myself.’ He had to hang on for the rest of the lesson, but luckily for him he managed to avoid having to bounce on the trampoline again. I also remember seeing someone else desperate during another PE lesson on trampolines. As soon as his turn finished he walked quickly to our teacher, who was mid-conversation with another teacher. As he waited for her to finish her conversation, he was shifting from foot to foot and bending over, occasionally squeezing his cock through his tracksuit bottoms. Some of his mates had noticed this and were laughing at him, and the guy seemed very embarrassed and red faced. Eventually the teacher noticed him and he asked her if he could go to the toilet, struggling to stand still as he spoke. She initially said no, but he said ‘Please Miss I’m desperate!’, stepping from foot to foot and bending forwards. She realised he was genuinely desperate and said he could go, handing him the keys to unlock the toilets just down the corridor. He came back a bit later looking red faced but relieved. During one outdoors PE lesson, we were stood around waiting for the teacher, who had gone to get his keys to unlock the shed where all the equipment was kept. One of the lads I was stood with said ‘I might go for a pee behind the shed’ and gave his cock a quick squeeze, bending forwards slightly. We laughed at him and told him he was bound to get caught, but he said ‘I don’t care, I’m desperate for one, I’ve been holding it in for ages’. He stood fidgeting for a while before deciding he’d have to go for one, but just as he started to walk towards the shed he saw the teacher coming back with the keys. He came back looking anxious, realising he’d just have to hold on until the end of the lesson. He spent the rest of the lesson looking increasingly desperate, wishing he’d gone for a pee while he had the chance. At the start of lunchtime, I was dropping my bag off in our form/homeroom classroom when two classmates walked in, I’ll call them Jack and Alex. Jack was fidgety and in a hurry, and was stepping from foot to foot quickly. ‘Come on I need a pee!’ he said as he put his back down, and Alex said ‘So do I but I don’t have time, I’ve got to go to a detention’. Alex stepped from foot to foot once and they both walked out. Later on that afternoon, I was sat next to Alex in a geography lesson. He was clearly still in need of a pee as he looked flustered and red-faced. He was bouncing a knee rapidly up and down and I could tell he was desperate. He somehow held it through the rest of the lesson and eventually must have got home and had a very relieving piss. I also saw Jack desperate once during a science lesson that was the last lesson of the day. Half way through the lesson he mentioned that he ‘needed a pee’. A few minutes later he stood up and his bladder must have been fuller than he thought, because he had to hold himself for a few seconds through his grey school uniform trousers. I laughed and he jokingly hit me. ‘It’s not funny, I need a pee!’ he said, looking anxiously at the teacher. Another guy in the class called Michael noticed this and told us that he needed to go as well, but our teacher wouldn’t let him. A little while later, Jack and Michael were both standing around waiting to get some equipment from a cupboard. Jack was shifting from foot to foot, bursting for a pee, and Michael asked him if he was desperate. Jack said he was ‘really desperate’, and Michael said ‘yeah me too’. As they waited, Michael made a frustrated ‘mmmmmgghhh’ sound and gritted his teeth, pushed his thighs together tightly while leaning to the side. Both of them were very fidgety all lesson, and towards the end Jack could barely sit still, constantly bouncing his legs under the table. When the bell finally rang, Jack stood up and gave his cock a quick squeeze before hurrying out of the room to the toilets, closely followed by Michael. After a long assembly just before lunchtime, we were stood around chatting when Jack came hurrying up to us looking very red-faced. 'I need a fucking pee but the toilets are locked!' he said laughing, bending forwards and holding himself before dancing from foot to foot. He stood around fidgeting for a couple of minutes before hurrying off back to the toilets to wait for a teacher to come and open them. During an afternoon IT lesson, a guy in the class (I’ll call him Sam) asked our teacher if he could go to the toilet. She refused, as Sam was known as a bit of a troublemaker and had been caught wandering round the school before when he should have been in lessons. He pleaded with her, saying he was desperate and really did need to go, and that he’d come straight back, but the teacher was having none of it. Sam looked really frustrated and ended up wandering round the classroom, complaining to anyone who would listen that he was ‘bursting for a piss’ but he wasn’t allowed to go. At one point he wandered towards the door, but the teacher got there first and told him to sit down. He shifted from foot to foot, asking her again to let him go for a pee as he was desperate, but she refused to let him leave. He ended up sitting back down, complaining to the girl sat next to him, who had been watching all of this with amusement, that he wasn’t going to do any work because he was ‘desperate for the toilet’. As soon as the bell rang for the end of the lesson, Sam hurried towards the door before the teacher had dismissed us. She told him to go back to his seat, but he just said ‘Sorry Miss I can’t wait!’ before hurrying out of the room.
  22. Helloworldiwea

    female Experiences heard during English

    Story 1: this one girl in my college class was talking about mace and pepper spray. She had many funny stories including one about a snchoolmate who confused pepper spray with cheese spray. But the best involves a group of girls setting themselves. One guy brought in a bunch of pepper spray (school was in a bad part of town). Somehow, it got released into the cafeteria fans during lunch. This was a small school, with fans instead of electric cooling. They were circulating the pepper spray. A group of three girls was close to the zero point, and they all three peed their pants. No one in class could think of a connection between the two happening. The professor, Prof. frank, asked some follow up questions, such as if the had ever done it before (no), if they seemed afraid (no), or if anyone else in class had ever heard of the link between “a girl wetting and pepper spray fumes.” No one had ever heard of any connection. Finally, thoug, it was revealed that they were coughing during the incident. I wonder if he is going to test his theory (thou probably not :(). His questions, though, did make me wonder if, maybe, he was into it more than he appeared. Especially with the next story told another girl commented that she had a story as well usually Prof. Frank does not let anyone comment during this time of class. He seemed intrigued, this time, tough, so he let her continue her story. She talked about her incontinent high school best friend. Apparently, this friend would pee whenever she would laugh. And she would not just dribble. Many times it would be show up on her shorts/jeans. The classmate, Layla (not real name), continued her story. She went on to tell the class her awkward experience of buying a special bead sheet so that, when her friend slept over, she would not ruin Layla’s bed. She also mentioned how the friend would ask Layla sometimes if she ever had any extra pants (no, she did not). Mr. Frank, at this point, jumped in with questioning her why her friend didn’t bring extra pants with her. While Layla didn’t know, Prof. frank hypothesized that she did have extra pants (and panties), but that she had already used them all. I wonder what the friend did after that. I was going to ask why she didn’t use padding or diapers or maybe what happened next; however, I did not want to reveal myself. Prof. Frank asked if anyone else had a funny wetting story to share and then returned to normal class.
  23. Not too long ago, I had created a topic about bathroom lines in school between classes, as shown here. https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/46836-desperate-girls-bathroom-line-at-school/ I want to try a similar scenario, but tweak it a little. In this new scenario, there is a girl with the name of Emily that is wearing this: A shorts with suspenders with a loose-fitting tee. Something like this: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OaIhwe8rZs/TJdcU_qXAiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-qW-7e2oKxY/s1600/B5DB4DB6.jpg 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 and emergency restroom passes, if you even had any in the first place). Next time she is late (or has to use the restroom during class) is a 30 minute detention (or in some cases, a 60 minute detention). 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. VII) She 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). 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, etc. They are not there to write passes for those who are waiting in line to pee. They can let the girls know how much time is left to get to class (like say one minute left), but they don't really force anyone out of the restroom at that point in time, or when the bell rings. XII) This is the way the toilet queue looks with three minutes to go before class, and three toilets in this restroom. A) Girl 1 (Elizabeth)—18 year old senior, desperation about 4 out of 10 (consequence if late—warning_ B) Girl 2 (Brandi)—17 year old senior, desperation about 5 out of 10 (consequence if late—warning) C) Girl 3 (Michelle)—17 year old junior, desperation about 6 out of 10 (consequence if late—warning) D) Girl 4 (Jennifer)—16 year old junior, desperation about 7 out of 10 (consequence if late—warning) E) Girl 5 (Tina)—16 year old sophomore, desperation about 8 out of 10 (consequence if late—30 minute detention) F) Girl 6 (Nicole)—15 year old sophomore, desperation about 8.5 out of 10 (consequence if late—30 minute detention) G) Girl 7 (Tiffany)—15 year old freshman, desperation about 9 out of 10 (consequence if late—60 minute detention) H) Girl 8 (Emily)—14 year old freshman, desperation about 9.5 out of 10 (consequence if late—60 minute detention) 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, and if worse comes to worse, if they are late, they just get a warning because they haven’t been late before), 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. 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 receive a 30 (or 60) minute detention (or fight it if they think it’s unfair) 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 30 (or 60) minute 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
  24. Quackduck

    Drug Test Desperation

    Kara is helping five people pass a drug test by taking them herself, meaning she needs enough urine to fill five cups with pee. Her goal throughout the day is to hold as much urine as possible, but she has to get through seven periods before she can find relief! Will she make it? - - - - - - - - - - - - It was a free period, and Kara sat in the back of the library, chewing on the back of her pencil and watching a group of girls talking and laughing. They were charismatic, and much more outgoing than she was, and she envied their friend group. They were the popular girls: Emma, Sophie, Genesis, and two other girls she didn't know the names of. Kara wished she was friends with them. She would get invited to parties, have a boyfriend, go out every day... Emma looked up and noticed Kara staring at her. She immediately looked down at the paper on her desk, heart filling up with embarrassment. 'That was so stupid of me,' she thought, 'I'm so fucking stupid. Why did I do that? It was so obvious...' A shadow grew over her desk. She looked up to see the five most popular girls in school standing over her. She let out an awkward "Hi." "Your name is Kara, right?" Emma asked. "Y-yeah, I'm Kara. What- uh, what's your name?" "You don't smoke, do you?" she asked, ignoring Kara's question. That's a weird thing to ask, thought Kara. "What, you mean like cigarettes?" "Weed. Or anything, I guess. Do you do any drugs?" "Um... No, of course not." "Bet," Emma smiled, "sorry if this is weird, but we really need someone to take a drug test for us." "We really don't want to be kicked out of volleyball this year," Sophie added. "S-Sure, what do I need to do?" "We can meet you outside the gym before seventh period tomorrow," Emma said, "that's when gym is. DON'T be late. Seriously. I really can't have you be late. The test is for all of us. I'll give you the cups there." "Cups?" Kara asked. "You have to pee in a cup," Emma clarified. "Five cups," Genesis told her, "make sure you have enough," she giggled. "Enough what?" "Pee," Emma said. Kara felt stupid. "You'll do it, right?" "Y-Yeah, of course. Totally." "We're counting on you." The five girls left. Kara's heart was beating fast with nervousness. Could this be the ticket into the friend group? All she has to do is pee in a few cups and she'll be cool with them. Nervousness was mixed with excitement for the whole rest of the day. When Kara woke up the next morning, she realized she didn't really know what she was going to be doing for the test. She knew there was a cup to pee in, but was there anything else that she needed to know? Did each cup need to have a certain amount of urine in it? There's going to be five cups waiting for her tomorrow. That's a lot of cups. She decided to skip her morning pee, which proved to be a rather difficult task. She pulled on her cutest jeans and closed them painfully around her full bladder. She didn't care, though. She thought it showed off her ass pretty well, and Emma's friend group were all drop-dead gorgeous. She ate her cereal watching TV while fidgeting and squirming. She fanned her legs, crossed and uncrossed her ankles constantly, and rocked her hips back and forth. It felt like she might leak at any moment, but was in no danger of wetting. She drank the milk from her cereal bowl out of habit, something she wouldn't have done if she'd given it a second thought, and set out for the school bus. The ride to school was the most uncomfortable bus ride Kara had ever had. She was sitting alone, grabbing her crotch as discreetly as possible, trying not to let everyone know that she was bursting to pee. She wondered if she had five cups worth inside of her at that moment. When she got to school, she walked quicker than anyone else there and plopped down in her seat, accidentally jarring her bladder. Her friend, Terri, sat down next to her. "Hi," she greeted, then looked down at Kara's crazed sitting tap dance. "You okay?" "I really have to pee," she said, giving herself a quick squeeze. She was perfectly fine with showing her desperation to Terri, but she wanted to keep the information from her other classmates. "Why don't you just go?" "See, the thing is, Emma and her friends asked me to take this drug test for them, and---" "Wait, hold on. They did what?" "I'm gonna take a drug test for them. It's--" "Kara, that's ridiculous! Why are you doing that for them?" She shrugged. "I just want to be a nice person-nnn!" She lurched forward when a leak nearly escaped, burying her hand in her crotch. Terri sighed. "Nevermind, I know exactly why you're doing it. But do you know how much trouble you can get into for that? Those girls are stupid and cruel. They'll rat you out as soon as their places on the team are jeopardized." "They aren't making me do it, Terri. I just... like helping people," she said, as steady as she could. The whole bottom half of her body was moving like crazy. Throughout the entire class, she couldn't sit still. She was constantly squeezing herself, lurching forward, and tapping her feet. There wasn't much conversation between her and Terri. Her friend was mad at her for trying to impress to popular girls again, but she didn't care too much. They came to her this time. That's a completely different situation. Nearing the end of the period, it was getting really bad. She was dragging her butt back and forth in the chair, and she couldn't keep her hands away from her crotch for more than five seconds. A few other kids around her noticed her situation, making her turn red in the face. She found herself counting down the seconds until the end of class, but she knew she'd still have to wait until seventh period to release. 'I wonder what my limit is,' she thought, 'I should have done some measuring with how much I actually pee yesterday. This is getting bad. I really don't know if I can make it to seventh period...' The bell rang. Terri got her things and left without saying anything to Kara, who had accidentally spilled the contents of her bag on the floor. She was frantically trying to get her things together, giving herself a squeeze every couple of seconds. A small spurt escaped her, making her tense every muscle in her body. Kara left in a hurry, every step putting more pressure on her poor bladder. She leaked again, then again, then again. She was walking as fast as she could through the sea of people in the hallway, trying to get to class so she could at least just sit down. She passed the bathroom, and her bladder begged for her to use it. The harsh pulse of her urine-bloated organ was almost too much to bear. A particularly strong contraction made her leak again, but this time it didn't stop. She immediately spun around and went as fast as she could to the bathroom, but the hall was so crowded she was barely getting anywhere. She was going against the flow of people while she slowly and involuntarily leaked pee into her pants. She felt the warmth gradually spreading down her leg, her eyes tearing up from embarrassment and bladder pain. It didn't seem like anyone was noticing, but she felt like a little kid. She sprinted into a bathroom stall and sat down on the toilet. Without dropping her pants or taking her book bag off, she let go, releasing a torrent into her jeans. Her butt was soaked with urine. She wiped some tears from her eyes and sighed, but she remembered something that made her feel a little bit better. She skinned off her jeans and underwear and put them in her bag. She still needed to pee a little bit, but she was saving some for the drug test. She pulled on the black leggings she brought for gym class and left for class, drinking from the water fountain on the way. She drank until her belly felt like it was going to explode, then walked stiffly to her next period. She did fine through second period. Though it was definitely noticeable, her need to pass water was kept under control. Third period got a little worse; she spent the whole class fidgeting and tapping her foot. She drank some more water, and by fourth period, she was desperate again. She was hoping none of her friends at her table would notice her scooching back and forth and squeezing herself when they weren't looking. When they were, she was discreetly crossing and uncrossing her legs under the table. It felt weird wearing leggings with no underwear. It kind of made her urge worse, since that extra layer of fabric wasn't there. Once fourth period was over with, it was time to go to lunch. Although Kara really didn't want to pile anything on top of her bloated bladder, she was really hungry. All she had to eat that day was a small bowl of cereal. She had a cheeseburger and some fries, plus a small carton of chocolate milk to wash it down. She was wondering if she was drinking a bit too much. There was still a little less than two hours until seventh period, and she was spending the entire lunch fidgeting. Once fifth period rolled around, she was sure she drank too much. 'At least I don't have any friends in this class,' she said, making a beeline to the back of the class so she can hold herself. She somehow made it through without any leakage, though her need had increased considerably. She was completely unable to sit still through the whole class, constantly squeezing herself and crossing her legs. No one seemed to notice, though. 'Only one more class to go,' she said to herself, stepping in place as she gathered her things. 'Only one more class and I can pee.' She hurriedly went to her next period, sitting down next to Terri, who, upon seeing her change of pants, scoffed in astonishment. "Okay, I know you're not just preparing for gym early," she said. "What do you mean?" "Kara, you peed yourself for them! Is it really worth it?" her eyes traveled down to Kara's hands, which were buried in between her frantically tapping legs. Terri only shook her head and gave her the silent treatment again. After twenty minutes, Kara was even more desperate than before. She was watching the clock count the seconds by, but time seemed slower than usual. After another twenty minutes, she was dying. When she wasn't scooting back and forth, she was tensing every muscle in her body trying to contain the massive amount of pee inside her. Her bladder, which was on the verge of exploding, was constantly pulsing and throbbing like a continuous wave of desperation. She didn't care who saw her fidgeting. All she cared about was keeping her pee inside her until seventh period. As soon as the bell rang, she leapt out of her seat and rushed to the gym. As she stood by the door waiting for the girls to show up, she was jumping around, squeezing herself, and marching in place. People were shooting her glances, but she truly couldn't hide her need. 'Please, Emma where are you?' She thought, 'hurry up...' A particularly harsh wave hit, and she dropped to one knee, keeping as still as possible. They finally arrived less than a minute before the late bell rang. "Finally!" she said, getting off the ground to greet them. She was hopping from foot to foot, her fists clenched at her sides as she resisted the urge to hold herself in front of them. "Where are the cups? This is really getting bad." "They haven't given it to us yet," Emma said, "we're getting it this period." "When this period?" Kara asked desperately, clutching the sides of her leggings. "I don't know," was the annoyed response. Kara felt stupid again. She waddled into the gymnasium after them and went straight to the mat in the back, dreading what was coming next. Once the bell rang, the teacher went to the front of the class. "Alright everyone, you know the drill. Sit down in your spots and touch your toes." Kara didn't move. Her hands were buried in her lap and she was scooting back in forth. She planned on skipping the warm ups until she received a bone-chilling glare from the teacher. She sighed and begrudgingly leaned forward to touch her toes. She was a very flexible person. In fact, she'd been taking gymnastics for three years. At the moment, though, she wasn't so limber. Her bloated organ was a painful bowling ball in her belly. She filled her cheeks with air and scrunched her face up in agony, her shaking fingers not even making it all the way to her toes. She internally begged him to blow the whistle already, before she burst all over herself. The pulsing in her bladder had turned into a constant, screaming pain pressing against her lap. After an eternity, she heard the whistle blow, and she released. "Sky reach, everyone." The poor girl had to get up and reach towards the sky. Her face was contorted in strain and misery, her overfull bladder being tightened on by her belly's stretching skin. Her legs kept involuntarily tensing, her body obviously telling her it can't take much more of this. Her urethra evidently decided that it was going to take charge, and she let out a sudden and strong spurt of urine into her leggings. She immediately swung her arms down to hold herself to stop it, but the urine was plentiful enough to leak down both legs, soak her crotch, and dampen a little bit of her butt. The teacher thankfully didn't see this embarrassing display. "Alright, let's run! Chop chop!" This was by far Kara's least favorite part of the class. Though she considered herself a decent gymnast, cardio was not her strong suit, and it didn't help that she was on the verge of exploding. They needed to run three laps around the gym. As soon as she took the first few steps, she knew this was going to be bad. Urine was sloshing around inside her as she struggled to keep up with the rest of her class, each step feeling like a drop on a roller coaster. She noticed herself falling behind, so she picked up the pace. Once again, she leaked a little in her pants. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her hands were closed tightly in fists at her side. It took a few seconds to stop, since she was still running. She thanked the lord she was wearing black leggings, but with no underwear to help soak up the moisture, liquid was now streaming down her legs and into her shoes. It hurt so bad that she was almost crying. Each step let a little bit of pee out, and her entire lower half felt sticky. She saw the teacher call the girls over and hand them the cups. "Finally!" she said to herself, but she couldn't find relief yet. As they left the classroom, she discreetly slipped out of one of the exits and went stiffly to wear they were. She couldn't stand up straight, and if she untensed her leg muscles she would leak more into her pants. She was shaking from pure desperation, her tired urethra threatening to open the dams at any moment. "I'm ready, I need to go right now!" she said, coming upon the group. "Okay, chill the fuck out," said Emma, handing her the cups. She had to hold them all in her arms, which meant she couldn't hold herself. "We'll wait out here." "Is there a certain a-amount that needs t-to be in here?" Kara asked, leaking a tiny bit. She was answered with a look of disgust. She would have rephrased it, but her leak was getting stronger and she absolutely could not hold it any longer. She waddled to the bathroom stall and tried to close it with one hand, but a surge of desperation and urgency caused her to lurch forward and drop the cups. Luckily, they were plastic, so they couldn't break, but she had to retrieve them as they rolled across the bathroom floor. She bent over to pick one up, the pain nearly making her cry. She scooped them all up as fast as she could and put them gingerly next to the toilet, her legs fidgeting madly. As soon as she could, she squeezed herself hard with one hand and locked the stall with the other. She yanked down her pants and sat down, her dams immediately bursting and letting a stream out into the toilet. She had to squeeze herself with her bare hands to stop it, pee getting all over her hands. Kara's bladder was absolutely screaming now, her contorted face genuinely producing tears. Her fingers were cold against her pussy, but she barely noticed. She picked up a cup and put it against her labia, urine immediately spraying out like a garden hose. It filled up in no time. She stemmed the flow and put the cap on with shaky fingers, her bare legs fanning, fidgeting, and scooting. The second one was the same. The third cup began to grant her some relief as her rock-hard bladder became more of the squishy organ it naturally is. After she filled all the cups, she couldn't believe how much she still needed to go. After filling five cups with pee, she still urgently needed relief. She didn't go right away. She sat there for a moment fanning her sticky legs, noticing how overboard she went with this. As if waking up, she realized what she was going through for these girls that were so obviously using her. Terri was right. Terri was her true friend. A wave of desperation hit, making her habitually tense her legs and butt, but then she released a torrent, hissing strongly into the toilet. It felt amazing. She sighed and relaxed, leaning back against the wall, as the pent up urine finally evacuated her body. It slowed to a dribble, then nothing. She felt absolutely refreshed. She used the toilet paper to dry her legs, pussy, hands, and butt. Then she wiped down the cups and brought them to the girls, who absentmindedly thanked her. After school was out, she met up with Terri and sheepishly apologized, then went home. Kara would never do anything like that again.
  25. A long time ago, I wrote a series of short stories in the post "Unforgettable, Wettable Sister" which included stories my sister "Lily" had told to me and a few I witnessed. But I forgot one. Also will write the last 2-3 stories from school and one other that happened (different girls) in later replies. . Brief overview, Lily had short hair most of the time, brown hair and eyes, and has been pretty skinny her whole life, she's a year and a half younger than me. When I was in 2nd - 3rd grade and just before 4th, we had two other girls, next door neighbors, sisters, one my age and the other 3 grades older, both who became endearing childhood friends of me and my sister, though mostly her. Sometimes we'd have sleepovers and our mothers would babysit for each other. On this day in particular the sisters were sleeping over and due to limited room, they all slept in the same bed. Now it was unusual that Lily would get up in the middle of the night to pee, but when you're staying up late drinking soda, I guess it makes things different. She recalled to me (I asked for a lot of details since I was into omorashi) having a dream about trying to find a toilet that wasn't broken, going to different rooms and entire buildings full of toilets in wide open areas but none would work or were private enough. Eventually, she woke up, with each friend of hers on either side. Lily stiffened up after quickly realizing she had to pee in real life. Laying on her back, she gently slipped her right arm under the sheets to grab herself over her light pink, fleece night gown. As her desperation grew, she clamed her hand with both legs, trying to squeeze shut. Lily didn't want to get up since doing so could wake her friends. She started trembling while trying to lie very still. She could feel her bladder lurching, ready to leak it's contents. She got tired and then, after awhile, her urge disappeared. She just stopped feeling the need to go. Triumphant, she let go and feel asleep. Once again, she woke up awhile later, but this time, she woke up to straining pain down below. She could feel her swollen bladder fill to high capacity, bulging like a balloon ready to pop. She reached her arms under the covers and crossed her legs over both hands burying down to clutch tightly. She hoped that either the sun would come up, her friend on the edge would wake up, or she could just wait it out like earlier. Lily fidgeted, feeling a steaming spurt lick her flowery, silken, bluish-teal panties. She began rubbing a wrist to dig in and hopefully hold it back better. Another, slightly longer leak. She pinched her face, rubbing her legs slowly together. Then Lily felt another spasm bleed into her night gown around her wrist, she hissed a little, it sputtered and spit out a little more, and again, she kept regaining control, but it was a losing battle. Lily finally told herself she couldn't stand it anymore and was going to try sliding down to the foot of the bed to leave. She scooted a little and stopped to see if either friend noticed. Then she felt it suddenly spear through her, spraying into her panties, soaking the bottom of her thick fleece pink night gown, and begin spreading out on the bedsheets. Her wrist and fingers uselessly kept their ground against the tide, pressing the top folded-in part of her gown into the flow to be drenched with the rest. She felt the warmth crawl up her back and spread around the back of her legs. She laid there, on her back, breathing hard and steady. After peeing seeming forever, she lifted her head to check and see if it was visible on the blanket. It didn't seem bad, if at all. She hoped that maybe she would be the only one who would feel it, and so she went back to sleep. I remember waking up and walking by her room with her two friends and my sister there laughing while looking at the sheets, though by then thry had all taken a shower and changed. "Oh my gosh!" the girl my age exclaimed. "I can't believe you peed!" "What happened?" I asked. "Your sister like, totally wet the bed last night. It was like a water fountain in there!" Luckily they only did light teasing and weren't mad about it, but the other two girls did certainly notice, and both got a little wet in the process.