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desperation sighting in school


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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

 

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I don't remember any desperation (apart from my own) when I was in primary school.  Maybe at that age my fetish was only just developing, so I wasn't so aware.  

I do remember some boy suddenly exclaiming "Kirsty's wet herself".  

Immediately the mood in the classroom changed.  Some of the boys, myself included, got up and went over to where poor Kirsty was sat, sobbing.  On the floor near her was a big pee puddle.  It turned out that as Sir was out of the classroom, she was unable to ask permission to leave and go to the bathroom.  Her friends told her to "just leave" but she refused to leave without permission.

Sir came back shortly afterwards.  He shooed us boys away from the puddle and knelt down to comfort Kirsty, saying that it was all his fault.  He also mentioned that she should not have sat down.  He stood her up and checked the back of her dress, but it was dry.  I don't remember much more after that.  Presumably she was given fresh knickers from the spares cupboard.

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On 2/24/2019 at 11:02 AM, Mbgpeelover said:

As a female I recall lots of boys desperate but you may not want to read those either. 

Coming from an all-boy family and going to an all-boy school, most of my school 'sightings' were male, and this is still a turn-on for me as it was seminal to my omo fetish development. OK by me then!

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On 2/26/2019 at 1:20 AM, Mbgpeelover said:

I was shy and reserved but didn’t want to miss a moment of James so held off coming down to the carpet a little so I could get to see where he sat

I recall similarly changing position while sitting on the floor to 'check' the laps of others for unusual hand movements from early schooling years.  A genuine wiggle was pure gold.

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3 minutes ago, Golden Queen said:

I was sitting in English class with a girl (we'll call her Kirsten) sitting in across the isle from me. I noticed her squirming and bouncing her leg, but didn't say anything for fear that i would scare her into not fidgeting. We still had an hour left of class, and 15 minutes in, she leaned forward with one hand on her bloated bladder. I stared, admiring her control, and watched as she wriggled her butt in her seat. She then straightened and glanced over at me, face etched with concentration. I quickly looked away.

10 minutes later, i managed to steal another look at Kirsten. She was constantly moving, rocking and bouncing, her hand resting on her upper thigh. Her bladder was so big, and i imagined running my hands over it and giving it a nice push. She squirmed some more, crossing her legs and trying her best to tune into the lesson.

I know i should have felt sorry, but i was to turned on to really notice my pity. At one point, she moaned, reaching down and rubbing herself slightly through her panties. I knew then that it was serious, and watching her touch herself only increased my arousal. I imagined how much she was holding, how all that wee felt sitting in her bladder. Later, I saw her double over out of the corner of my eye, one hand balled and pressed firmly into her crotch. I watched, wide-eyed, as she opened her legs, flashing me a look of her panties from under her skirt. They were wet, and i wondered if it was from the pee of something else.

With her legs now parted, she moaned even louder, though still not enough for others to notice. A small squirt came out, puddling in the seat and soaking the cloth even more. We still had 20 minutes left in class, and Kirsten was obviously dying for a pee. She continued to hold herself, rubbing and pressing into her pee hole to keep from spurting.

It was 15 minutes later that she burst.

Hot liquid came gushing from between her bare legs, shooting out onto the floor in front of her. By now, everyone was staring as Kirsten wet herself right then and there. Some people laughed, others looked on in pity. I just stared, feeling my own pants grow wet for a different reason.

Anyway, it was an incredible thing to witness, and Kirsten and I have become quite good friends. When i asked her about the incident, she told me that she had felt so much pleasure in holding her pee, that she didn't want to ask for the restroom. That's how we both started doing omorashi stuff together. 😉

Amazing story :) What kind of stuff did you do together with her?? would love to read it :3

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5 minutes ago, daisyduke said:

Amazing story :) What kind of stuff did you do together with her?? would love to read it :3

We have holding contests, and sometimes we will tease each other while desperate. 90% of what I write she's read and given me feedback on.

One of my favorite omorashi memories is of her wetting herself with her hands tied behind her back and legs splayed open. The sound of her moaning and her stream hitting the floor was enough to tip me over the edge. ;)

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When I was a sophomore in high school, most of the teachers were fine with letting students out of class to use the bathroom, but the students were afraid to ask them. Others gave a certain amount of extra credit that decreased each time you left class. There was only one teacher who didn’t have an extra credit system that the students were okay with asking. That led to several pretty hot sightings.

The best one I can remember is from the lenient teacher’s class. He would never say no to someone who asked unless it was a test, but he did have to comply with the school policy to only let one person out at a time. One day, I got into the class fairly early, which was typical because I didn’t stop at my locker during that particular class change. Directly, a student, who I’ll call John to protect his identity, comes into the classroom and asks to go to the bathroom. Being the first person to ask, the teacher says yes, and he leaves class. Soon after, another student comes in. I’ll call her Jane. She immediately announces to the class that she really has to pee and asks to go to the bathroom. She is told to wait until John gets back. The class change ends, and roll is called. The teacher then has to go to the office for something. We’re a pretty good class, so he just gives us a worksheet and leaves us alone. It’s been probably five minutes since John left class, and Jane is starting to complain incessantly about how long he is taking and how badly she needs to pee.

At this point, I should probably say a few things about Jane. She is half black and half white. She has nice-sized breasts, a big butt, a flat belly, and toned legs. She was a varsity cheerleader all four years of high school. On the day of this story, she wore dark jeans that were extremely tight and a loose dark pink top.

Anyways, back to the story. A couple minutes after the point where I left off, Jane is still complaining. At this point, she says, “I can’t hold it anymore without unbuttoning my pants.” As she says this, she does just that. I had no idea how much of a treat that was going to be. As soon as she unbuttons her jeans, her bladder pushes into the now-available space. I didn’t get too good of a look because I didn’t want to seem creepy, and the loose top fell over her bulge, but from what I could tell, her belly stuck out at least two inches. A little less than ten minutes later, John arrives back. Jane decides that leaving the room with her pants unbuttoned is a bad idea, so she squeezes all that pee back in the confinement of her jeans and leaves for the bathroom. She comes back a few minutes later and says that she feels a lot better and that she really needed to pee that time.

I have a couple more stories about Jane from that class that I can share if there’s interest.

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I remember one time in first grade, a girl asked to go the the bathroom. As she approached the door, she began wetting herself. She was wearing light colored pants, so it was obvious. I dont remember why it happened, as we had a particularly sweet teacher.

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On 3/6/2019 at 4:59 AM, Will8724 said:

When I was a sophomore in high school, most of the teachers were fine with letting students out of class to use the bathroom, but the students were afraid to ask them. Others gave a certain amount of extra credit that decreased each time you left class. There was only one teacher who didn’t have an extra credit system that the students were okay with asking. That led to several pretty hot sightings.

The best one I can remember is from the lenient teacher’s class. He would never say no to someone who asked unless it was a test, but he did have to comply with the school policy to only let one person out at a time. One day, I got into the class fairly early, which was typical because I didn’t stop at my locker during that particular class change. Directly, a student, who I’ll call John to protect his identity, comes into the classroom and asks to go to the bathroom. Being the first person to ask, the teacher says yes, and he leaves class. Soon after, another student comes in. I’ll call her Jane. She immediately announces to the class that she really has to pee and asks to go to the bathroom. She is told to wait until John gets back. The class change ends, and roll is called. The teacher then has to go to the office for something. We’re a pretty good class, so he just gives us a worksheet and leaves us alone. It’s been probably five minutes since John left class, and Jane is starting to complain incessantly about how long he is taking and how badly she needs to pee.

At this point, I should probably say a few things about Jane. She is half black and half white. She has nice-sized breasts, a big butt, a flat belly, and toned legs. She was a varsity cheerleader all four years of high school. On the day of this story, she wore dark jeans that were extremely tight and a loose dark pink top.

Anyways, back to the story. A couple minutes after the point where I left off, Jane is still complaining. At this point, she says, “I can’t hold it anymore without unbuttoning my pants.” As she says this, she does just that. I had no idea how much of a treat that was going to be. As soon as she unbuttons her jeans, her bladder pushes into the now-available space. I didn’t get too good of a look because I didn’t want to seem creepy, and the loose top fell over her bulge, but from what I could tell, her belly stuck out at least two inches. A little less than ten minutes later, John arrives back. Jane decides that leaving the room with her pants unbuttoned is a bad idea, so she squeezes all that pee back in the confinement of her jeans and leaves for the bathroom. She comes back a few minutes later and says that she feels a lot better and that she really needed to pee that time.

I have a couple more stories about Jane from that class that I can share if there’s interest.

Could you please write more stories about Jane.

She must have had a large bladder and a good ability to hold it, if she was able to hold it until her bladder was bulging out two inches from her flat belly.

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On 2/23/2019 at 6:02 PM, Mbgpeelover said:

True but you might prefer sightings. As a female I recall lots of boys desperate but you may not want to read those either. 

I’ll add some tomorrow if I get a chance. 

i would love hearing you tell about the boys that were desperate for a piss. 

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9 hours ago, miamiclubkid said:

i would love hearing you tell about the boys that were desperate for a piss. 

Well one particular time in high school that really sticks in my mind was in computing class. It was second period after lunch and we had to sit in pairs at a computer to do our work. I was paired with a quiet boy I will call Fraser. He was tall and sporty but gently and quietly spoken. 
around half way through the class I noticed he was a little fidgety when it was my turn to work on the computer. He was doing subtle things like changing position, tapping his foot and changing position on the seat. After a while of this I asked if he was ok and initially he just quietly said he was fine but then around ten minutes later he put his hand up and when the teacher came over he shyly asked if he could go to the bathroom. 
The teacher checked his wrist watch and said as the class had just ten minutes to go could he wait and go at class switch over? Fraser wasn’t the type to argue with a teacher and nodded his head before turning back to work again. 
I didn’t feel it was right to comment but did sort of watch him as he tapped his foot more and shuffled on his seat. 
Then suddenly the fire alarm went! At first we thought it was the bell for class ending but the bell continued and the teacher told us to leave everything and line up quickly. We were escorted outside to the playing fields in our classes and lined up. It was a large high school with over 1000 kids but each area of the school had different areas to line up in. The register was taken and I happened to be standing right next to Fraser who was silently shifting from foot to foot like he was cold. 
The alarm continued on and the kids were all chatting excitedly when I heard Fraser mutter something to himself. I asked if he was ok and with his head down and shifting about he whispered that he was ‘bursting for the toilet’. 
The fire brigade arrived and time passed. It turned out there was a small gas leak in one of the buildings and we would have to spend the rest of the afternoon outside until we could leave at 3:45 as the office staff couldn’t get inside the school to call all the parents and mobile phones weren’t as common then. 
That meant an hour standing outside and Fraser groaned when the news of this reached him. 
Over that hour I watched as he became more and more desperate and got to a point where it was very obvious how badly he had to go. He had hands in his pocket, crossed and uncrossed his legs, moved around loads and squirmed. At one point he sort of said to no-one in particular ‘I really really need to piss!’ Which was incredibly hot to hear! 
He even walked up to the teacher and begged to be allowed in to the toilets but the fire brigade were still inside and he was told he would have to wait.

By the time 3:45 arrived he was frantic to pee and unfortunately as soon as we were told we could go home (we were to collect our coats and bags the following day) he literally ran in the opposite direction to where I was heading and I have no idea if he made it or not. 

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that is really hot! im guessing he had a lot to drink at lunch and he had not gone yet as he was in a hurry to get to lunch before the line became long then had just enough time to get to class by the time he was done eating. maybe he normally held it at school but this time had more to drink then usual so was not able to hold it all day. Must had been really fun being next to him as he had to hold it for the fire alarm for that long a time. I am guessing he went like a firehouse when he got to the bathroom. or if he could not get into the school he ran all the way home busting for a piss the entire time. 

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On 8/17/2020 at 3:58 AM, huberp76 said:

Could you please write more stories about Jane.

This story probably isn't going to be as good because over the year and a half since the last post, the memories have faded, but here goes. This one happened before the last story I told. The plot is fairly similar to the other one except for the actions Jane took as a result of her desperation.

 

I arrived fairly early in class like normal. Shortly thereafter, John walked in, asked to use the bathroom and was given permission. About 30 seconds or a minute later, Jane comes in and says she really needs to pee, asks to use the bathroom, and is told to wait for John to get back. The teacher then goes to the office (this time before the class change ends). Jane got out of her seat and incessantly complained about her need to pee and was dancing around the back of the classroom. A few minutes later, the teacher comes back and asks how everyone's doing.

"Awful, I'm about to pee my pants," Jane replies. The teacher gestures out the door, allowing her to leave despite there already being another student out.

 

Sorry for the lack of detail. Like I said, the memories have faded since the last post. Plus, with the bulge sighting happening after this story, I stopped caring as much about remembering this one.

 

On 8/17/2020 at 3:58 AM, huberp76 said:

She must have had a large bladder and a good ability to hold it, if she was able to hold it until her bladder was bulging out two inches from her flat belly.

After we graduated and started college, I was chatting with her on Snapchat about our experiences with John (I had plenty of bad experiences with him because we rode the same bus and he was an all-around dick constantly arguing/fighting), and the bulge story came up. That led us to discussing our drinking and peeing habits. She said that she drinks a lot of water, so she pees a lot despite having a big bladder. She told me that she frequently pees for at least 40 seconds. Despite this, she doesn't get bulges very often because she doesn't hold her pee to the point that she gets bulges very often. Makes me wonder how long it takes her to pee when she does hold that much, but I didn't get the chance to ask because the conversation moved on to something else.

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In my (girls-only) school, there were a lot of desperation scenes as going to the toilet was more difficult than going to the moon. After few lesbian couples were caught in toilets, we were allowed to go only during the breaks, and never during or between lessons. When everyone goes during the break, there's a huge queue, and everyone can't do it within very limited time period given for break. So I almost never go to school toilets. Thanks to my school, I developed a big bladder, and learnt to even go to extreme holding. I have had some wetting experiences as well, which I wrote in similar threads before.. 

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43 minutes ago, HoldingPrinces said:

In my (girls-only) school, there were a lot of desperation scenes as going to the toilet was more difficult than going to the moon. After few lesbian couples were caught in toilets, we were allowed to go only during the breaks, and never during or between lessons. When everyone goes during the break, there's a huge queue, and everyone can't do it within very limited time period given for break. So I almost never go to school toilets. Thanks to my school, I developed a big bladder, and learnt to even go to extreme holding. I have had some wetting experiences as well, which I wrote in similar threads before.. 

How did the other girls? Were they able to hold it all day?

There must have been a lot of desperation and wet panties?!

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