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A beautiful African teenage girl wearing an overalls, holding pee the full bladder at afternoon and this is not a gas station but it’s gone and it’s been doing it for the last few hours and it was just the way to go to the bathroom

A Beautiful African Teenage Princess Girl holding pee urge and barefoot holding the dress wetting she cried like a girl dress up on her pissing control

Some pees you always remember vividly. This is one of those and after hearing this story you’ll know why. I was too shy to ask, had to hold hours then found myself in a church ministers house dribbling in extreme urgency… This was the first experience I ever shared on here 4 years ago now on audio for anyone who likes to hear instead of just reading… Longest hold.m4a

Hi everyone! I’ve always thought that a desperation story for Komi would fit well due to her shy personality and I think she is someone who would have a fair share of such experiences. This is my first fiction story, hence please be kind! I’m not sure whether anyone would read this story, but if this story is well-received, after the first arc is complete (i.e. the first day of school at Itan), I would like to develop this story into one where Tadano learns of Komi’s struggles with voicing her need to use the restroom on top of her existing struggles with communication and try to help her out. I’m also super open to other suggestions! It’ll also be quite a slow-burn story if you’d bear with me. Please also bear with me if some of the details such as dialogues that I may attempt to mirror aren’t super accurate, as I’ve watched the anime quite a while ago! ______________________________________ Context for non-Komi Can’t Communicate watchers: Komi Shouko (‘Komi’) is a female student who suffers from extreme social anxiety, but she really wants to make friends and form connections with her schoolmates. Komi is unable to talk at all and form sentences for most of the series, and instead communicates by writing on a notepad. Komi is also canonically extremely beautiful, which causes her to be treated very differently from others (people treat her as they do a goddess). However, she has grown up thinking that people treat her differently as they harboured dislike for her. Komi is also canonically very kind, innocent, and oftentimes oblivious to others’ intentions. Tadano Hitohito (‘Tadano’) is a male student who learns of Komi’s struggles and attempts to help her. He was unable to fit in with other students in his middle school and hence also looked forward to having a fresh start in a new school. He is also Komi’s main love interest in the series. The whole plot of the anime basically revolves around Komi, whom Tadano and a few other classmates try to help her make more friends, to fulfil her goal of making 100 friends. _____________________________________________ Chapter One When a person has extreme social anxiety, they struggle to communicate with others. Bear in mind, they only struggle to form connections. It doesn’t mean that they don’t want to. In the realm of teenage rites of passage, the first day of high school stands a formidable threshold. Itan Private High School was a new beginning for many of the students, those whom in particular were determined to have a reform of their previously not-so-ideal reputation back in middle school. Komi Shouko was one of them, and the day was not just the dawn of a new academic journey; but also a crucible where her crippling social anxiety would be put to the test. That day, Komi Shouko did not need an alarm clock to have waken her up. She had been up all night, tossing and turning, trying with all her might to sleep but failing miserably. Flashes of the many social interactions she would have drew into her mind, and she had been practicing how she would carry herself in every single one of them - for how would she know how to introduce herself to the class, or how to talk to her table partner? She prayed and hoped all night, that she would be able to utter even a word or two. As the rising sun cast its glowing rays in her room and the clock hit 6:30 am, Komi sluggishly, albeit still elegant and graceful, rose to prepare herself for school. She, more anxiously than usual, completed morning routine of brushing her teeth and showering, making sure she was fresh and presentable for her first day and to make a good first impression on her new schoolmates. She put on her undergarments, a matching pink set with embroidered kittens, and donned her school uniform which comprised of a navy blue blazer, a white buttoned-up blouse, a red ribbon at the collar, and a short red skirt for the very first time. Looking in the mirror and feeling a little self-conscious, she decided to also put on a pair of tights to cover up her bare thighs. ‘Much better,’ she thought, as she straightened her clothing one last time before grabbing her school briefcase and stepping out of her room for breakfast. “Shouko! Come, have breakfast! I made you rice balls and a coffee as you looked a little tired today. I bet you haven’t gotten much rest last night.” Komi’s mom, peppy and energetic as ever, voiced. Eternally grateful for her motherly instincts that always met her needs without having to voice them out, and just a little jealous of how she was able to so easily communicate, something she just could not do no matter how hard she tried. She drank up the coffee (even got seconds!) and ate the rice balls heartily, then put on her black dress shoes and left for school. With every step, her heart pumped faster and faster. She envisioned completely humiliating herself in front of everyone, and her fear of social interaction crashing into her in waves. Suddenly, a discomfort in her abdomen had distracted her from her thoughts. To her horror, she realised that she had completely forgotten to use the toilet while getting ready for lessons, and before leaving the house. Komi was faced with a huge dilemma - for if she turned back now to use the toilet at home, she would most definitely be late to class. A horrible impression on teachers and classmates alike! That was out of the question. But, she did really have to go. It was a sudden crash of desperation, a realisation that she had nine hour’s and two cups of diuretics’ worth of pee contained inside her then. While her bladder had been trained to hold for extended periods of time as she had always been too shy to ask to use the restroom, for it not only forced her to speak up in class to ask for permission, but also quite literally caused her to announce her need to pee to everyone in class. That was also out of the question. Not only that, she was also extremely pee-shy and couldn’t pee when others were in sight or within earshot; for it would be deathly if anyone knew that she was performing a bodily function. Fifteen minutes to reporting time. She knew of an alleyway that almost nobody ever used… she could pee there guilt-free since no one would have to clean her mess up, and no one was likely to see her. Gripping at the hem of her skirt, she had no idea what to do. This had never happened to her before, she had always made sure to use the restroom before she left the house and whenever she could, as well as monitor her liquid intake. The first-day jitters had brought her this inevitable fate. ‘I can’t risk having to go in class. I’ll just do it quick, and no one will know,’ she reasoned. Giving herself an encouraging ‘pomph!’, she slipped into the empty alleyway. Hands shaking, she placed her briefcase on the ground far away, far from possible range of her mess, and did a half-squat, resting her back against the wall. Trembling, she lifted her skirt ever-so-slightly with one hand and parted her underwear aside with the other. Seconds passed, then a minute. She couldn’t pee. She’d never done this - peeing in public. It’s no wonder she couldn’t force so much as a stream despite her aching and taut bladder when she could hardly do it in a public cubicle. “Shouko.. please. Just do it, no one’s watching you. Don’t let this mess up your first day,” she gave a rare whisper to herself, begging her bladder for release. Pushing with all her might, she finally felt her muscles relaxing to give way to the litres of urine thrashing against her urethra. Finally, a small stream of yellow pee shot out of her, and just as she was about to let go, she heard a voice approaching. “Hi, my name is Tadano Hitohito. An interesting fact about me is that I’m really good at reading the room. Okay, that should allow me to fit in well enough,” the approaching male voice resounded. Komi immediately pulled her underwear back while trying to stem her flow, resulting in a small wet spot in her underwear. She hid deeper in the alley and tried to wait for the voice to pass, desperately rubbing her thighs together. She couldn’t pee here anymore, not after almost getting caught! After three agonising minutes of bouncing and gripping the hem of her red skirt, when she was sure he would have passed, Komi then made her way to school while trying to keep her regular poised and stoic demeanour. There was no other choice; Komi would have to deal with her urgent pressing need in school.

A beautiful African girl not holding peeing on the floor but it looks like upset while she cried so she didn’t want to go to the bathroom but she was just saying to cry

An African adolescent girl who make a dress while her peeing herself to cry in her eyes, face and hair. When she getting wetting she will have to go to the bathroom again in this afternoon

Shy Guy Sweet and shy Luke finally had a date. Much to his surprise, and delight, his beautiful, bold lab partner, Suzan, had asked him if he wanted to go disc golfing while it was still warm enough to do so. Luke had blushed and stammered, but managed to accept, and Suzan had laughed, her long, coal-black hair shinning blue under the fluorescent lab lights. Luke had been too shy to look in her eyes at that moment, but he knew they were an ice blue, which made him think, in a not-unflattering way, of Siamese cats. She looked amazing, and Luke was so happy she had asked him. Although Luke knew he was attractive, he also knew his shyness around girls, and overall softness was often mistaken for, well, being gay, and thus disinterested. He couldn’t help it, but he had a very strong feminine side. He was a very pretty boy, clean-cut, few tattoos carefully hidden in public at nearly all times. He had sandy-blonde hair and hazel eyes. He fancied he bore a resemblance to Brad Pitt, a younger brother, maybe. The big date was set for Thursday, a day when neither of them had classes. Suzan suggested, and offered to supply a picnic lunch, and the music, and asked Luke to bring the Hoo shik. Wednesday night he took care of that, picking up an eighth from his guy, and an oversize chocolate cupcake from a specialty cupcake shop. Since Luke had no car since making the move from up north to go to college in the city, he offered his roommate and new bestie, Chad, a couple bowls in exchange for use of his car for the date. Chad, who knew how much his dear friend’s shyness was mistaken for other things, was really excited and supportive of him, and gladly gave him the keys and smoked the bowls with him before he had to leave to pick up the lovely Suzan. He also helped Luke select his outfit for the date: his American Eagle khakis to be casual, but not a scrub; a polo by the same maker, borrowed from Chad; his newest and best boxer briefs and socks. He gave Luke as many tips as he could, but he didn’t think Luke heard much; he was too nervous. One of the tips Chad tried to suggest to Luke was You might want to pee before you leave. He knew Luke hadn’t heard that, though, because he left their off-campus apartment without making a bathroom stop. He just nodded when Chad said good-bye and wished him good luck and told him he’d be fine for the fifteenth time. Chad watched him walk out the side door from their kitchen window. Luke went into the garage. Moments later, Chad heard his car start. When Luke successfully backed the car down the drive without hitting the house, or any cars or people in the street, Chad decided his friend would be okay and went back to his essay. * * * * Luke managed to pick up Suzan in front of the off-campus apartment she shared with two other girls. She had the promised picnic lunch with her, and her discs, and she smiled her whitening-bleach smile and chatted vivaciously as he drove them to Rainbow Park. From the lot, she led him on a short hike uphill, where there was a nice view of the acres and acres of colorful fall park. Most of the leaves had not yet fallen, and Suzan had no problem finding a place to spread the blanket that was free of leaves, still warm, green grass. She turned on her iPod to a song Luke didn’t recognize, but he liked it. Nice rhythm. He hadn’t said much, but he hadn’t stopped smiling either. He had been a little worried his nervousness would embarrass him in some way; he had wet his pants at a dance at the rec center back at home, something he hadn’t even told Chad. He had been in the process of asking a girl to dance. He still had to hear about it years later back home. It was one reason why he opted to go to a school five hours south in a much larger city, where none of his former classmates went. Everything seemed to be going great. Over a picnic lunch of chicken salad, Triscuit crackers, slices of cheese, and a large thermos of homemade sweet tea, music played softly the background, and Luke actually found himself comfortable enough to laugh out loud, and talk about things other than chemistry lab with that TA who was really a DA. He found out that Suzan hadn’t yet decided on her major either. He found out she was an only child (of a preacher, at that!). Luke boldly laughed and ventured a joke about preachers’ kids and cops’ kids, and luckily, she laughed. Luke was beginning to relax, but as he assumed a more casual pose, stretching out on the blanket as they got ready to smoke a joint, he realized his bladder was getting full. Oh no, Luke thought. He was far to shy to excuse himself. He hoped he could wait to pee until after the date, but he could already feel how distended his bladder was. He tried to adjust the waistband of his khakis subtly, but he soon realized that to have any relief, he’d have to undo them, and his belt, too. He sat up and leaned back on his palms, trying to assume a casual, model-like pose. His bladder throbbed. The weed wasn’t helping him hold it either. It was harsh, and made him cough. Whenever he broke out into a coughing fit, he had to squeeze his legs together, his overfull bladder threatening to give. He knew then he wouldn’t be able to wait until he was back at home. He would have to wait until Suzan excused herself, then he could sneak a pee in the bushes. He hoped she would do it soon. But she seemed pretty comfy, stretched out on her tummy, messing with her iPod. She found what she wanted, apparently, because she put her sunglasses on and turned over, on to her back. Luke didn’t recognize the music. It didn’t even have any words, just weird, abstract sounds. He didn’t like it. Or, Luke thought, maybe I’m just getting irritable because I really, really, really have to pee. Suzan sighed and stretched her arms and made a comment about perfect days and followed it with a silly chortle. Luke didn’t respond. He was trying hard not to squirm. He turned over on to his side, and got a little comfort. His bladder cramped, and he winced, but felt better after it passed. Suzan looked at him. “Are you okay?” Luke hoped he wasn’t blushing, but it felt like he was. “Uh-huh.” “Did you want to go toss the discs around?” She asked, as she started repacking the remnants of lunch and gathering their trash. Luke had taken advantage of her diverted attention to carefully loosen his belt and unbutton his pants, and he was startled enough when he heard her speak to make his bladder cramp again, and he nearly couldn’t stop it from emptying. He wanted to hold his cock so bad, but he knew he couldn’t, not in front of pretty Suzan. He focused all his energy in not wetting his khakis. He cursed himself for wearing khakis. Then, a spurt of pee gushed into his boxer briefs. He looked down in dread, but it didn’t show on the khakis. “Luke?” Suzan asked. Now all of her attention was focused on him. She could see he was sweating, and blushing. “Yeah?” His reply came fast and breathless, and suddenly, he knew it was over. There was no more holding it. He leaped up and began to pee dance frantically, holding his crotch. “Oh, noooo…” Luke moaned, as the long-held, hot pee gushed from his cock and poured into his soft cotton boxer briefs and preppy khakis. He couldn’t stop it. The pee ran through his cords and through his fingers, down his legs, and dripped all over Suzan’s blanket. The sound of him wetting his pants was very loud in the quiet of the soft autumn afternoon, and soon he could hear water on water, he was soaking the blanket, making a puddle, and filling his skate shoes with piss. But his body had taken over, and he was powerless to move until his bladder was empty. When he stopped, he couldn’t even look at Suzan. It was like reliving the rec center dance all over again, only this time there were far less people around to witness what had gone down. There was only one witness, but she was one he had to face the rest of the semester, every Tuesday morning from eight until nine-fifty. At least she wasn’t laughing. He turned away, and struggled with his emotions, and how to explain what had just happened. He was torn between sheer relief he no longer had to pee, shame, embarrassment, and panic about Suzan’s potentially negative reaction. Suzan was quiet for a long time. But, when she spoke, her voice was soft. “Oh, you poor sweet thing…it’s okay, Luke.” Her hands caressed his shoulders, and she stood on tiptoe to kiss the back of his neck. “You’re just shy…and probably pee shy.” There she laughed, but it was really more of a sweet, playful giggle, and quite suddenly, she grabbed him tight and swung herself around him in a tight hug, completely ignoring the wet khakis! She planted a big kiss on his surprised mouth, and gave him a big, happy grin. “And, lucky for you, I love that, and I think it’s totally adorable!”