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  1. Female

    Hi Everyone! I'm Lily. I'm a 29 year old female who is into omorashi...obviously. I'm 5'7". Approximately 132lbs. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. Today I'm going to tell you about my favorite early omorashi childhood memory. I have A LOT of memories in addition to this one. Some memories are about myself and others are about friends I had growing up. I even have memories during my 20s that I could eventually share. I'm going to start with my favorite, but that doesn't mean the other memories aren't great either! Please reply to this post and share your favorite early memory too! In fact, here's the deal: the more replies I get of people telling me their own memories, the more updates I will add to this post telling additional memories I have. Okay here we go with the first one. This story is 100% true. I tired to recall the dialogue as best as I could. During my elementary school years, I had a best friend. Her name was Charlotte. Charlotte had blonde hair, blue eyes, and an average build. Practically everyday after school, I would go over to Charlotte's house to play. Her house was literally right around the corner from our elementary school, whereas, my house was a good 6 blocks. Also, my mother worked full time when I was a child and she wouldn't get off work until around 5pm and school ended for us around 3:00pm. Because of my mother's work hours, Charlotte's mother agreed to watch me after school until my mother could pick me up. On the day of this particular memory in question, our class at school had a Halloween party. We were in the 2nd grade and both Charlotte and I were 7 years old. Our school parties were also at the end of the day. We'd do our school work until the last couple of hours of the school day and then the remainder of the day would be devoted to eating sugary snacks, listening to music and drinking a ton of liquids (party). It seemed that every party was catered with the same beverage: gallon jugs of sugary orange drink. Thinking back on it, I can recall the sickeningly sweet fake orange taste, but at the time, I loved it and I would drink cups and cups of the stuff during any chance I got. Keep in mind, Charlotte was my best friend, so during the party we naturally were inseparable and during the course of the party hours, I got an eye witness account of her downing about 6-7 cups of the orange drink. Since it was a Halloween party, we were both dressed in costumes. I was a black cat that year; which meant I was wearing black stretch pants and a tight black top (along with a headband with ears and face paint). Charlotte was an angel. She was wearing a cream colored gown with a homemade halo made of wire and Christmas garland. Underneath her gown, her mother made her wear a pair of pink leggings in case her gown flew up as she was playing and running around. She was also wearing a matching pink top to match the leggings. I remember during the party Charlotte kept complaining that her costume was hot. Looking back, I think that's one of the reasons she drank so much of the orange drink. Right before our school party ended and it was time to go home, I told Charlotte I was going to ask the teacher if I could run across the hallway to the restroom to go pee because I had to go pretty bad from drinking so much myself. I asked Charlotte if she wanted to come with me, but she said no. She was engrossed in running around and playing with our other friends, eating candy, and dancing to the silly Halloween music like, "Monster Mash". She told me she had to pee a little, but would wait until she got home and she'd be okay because her house was so close. I said, "fine" and got permission from the teacher to go to the bathroom. I walked across the hallway to the bathroom, peed, and came back to our classroom all right away. By the time I got back to the classroom, the parents were arriving to pick their children up to go home. Charlotte's mother was among them. Charlotte's mother told us to gather our things so that we could leave. Charlotte and I walked over to our desks to gather up all our candy and party favors and I saw that Charlotte was holding her crotch. I asked her about it and she said, "I need to go pee pretty bad now, but I don't feel like going now. I can wait til we get home." I said, "okay." We then finished gathering our things and we left shortly after with Charlotte's mother. During the short walk to her house, Charlotte seemed really animated. She stopped a couple of times to do a little dance and one time when her mother wasn't paying attention (walking in front of us), Charlotte stopped for a second and grabbed her crotch really tight. I asked her if she was okay and she said, "My pee feels like it's about to come out. I need to pee pee so bad now." I just replied that we are almost home and she could make it to the bathroom. When we got to her house and inside her door, Charlotte immediately removed her costume claiming once again that she was hot. She threw her costume down on the floor in the foyer. This left her wearing her pink leggings and pink top only. Right after she took her costume off, she proceeded toward the bathroom on the 1st floor. Before she could make it to the bathroom, her mother called out, "Charlotte, come into the kitchen and look what I bought for you." Charlotte stopped midway in her tracks and ran into the kitchen instead. I followed her. When we arrived into the kitchen, we saw that what her mother wanted to show her was a new dress she'd bought for Charlotte that day. She told us the dress was what she wanted Charlotte to wear to an upcoming party their family was going to for one of their family friends. She told us to take the dress up to Charlotte's room and place it on the dresser and she would be up in a little while to have Charlotte try it on. The whole time we were in the kitchen, Charlotte couldn't keep still very well. She kept jumping up and down and doing little dance moves. She refrained from holding her crotch though. My assumption is she didn't want her mother to know how bad she had to pee because her mother would have scolded her for not using the restroom before leaving school. Her mother made no comment on Charlotte's movements. I guess she assumed she was hyperactive from all the sugar at the Halloween party. After leaving the kitchen, Charlotte and I immediately started to head up to her bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, Charlotte dropped to her knees dramatically, made the sound of sucking air with her teeth and started to whimper. I was ahead of her on the stairs. I heard the thud of her dropping to her knees and the sounds she was making and stopped to look back at her. She looked up at me wide eyed and said in a shocked voice, "I peed a little bit." I replied shocked as well, "You peed your pants?" She said back hesitantly, "Not really. Just peed a tiny bit in my panties. My leggings don't feel wet." I told her that she better get up and get to the bathroom before she peed more. Her comeback was, "Hold on a sec, Lily. I just need to sit here a minute and hold myself." I then watched her proceed to position her leg so that she was sitting down hard on her ankle. She sat on her ankle and rocked back and forth, sucking in air the whole time. She did this for a good while and then all of a sudden she took both her hands and grabbed onto her crotch and held on for what felt like a whole 30 seconds. The whole time she was sitting there rocking and holding her crotch she was looking down at herself holding herself. She was also making little whimpering noises here and there. Then finally she said, "Okay. I'm better now." Charlotte raised herself from the stairs and continued to climb up to the 2nd floor. When we got to the 2nd floor she grabbed herself again really tight and said almost panicky, "Come on, let's hurry up and put this dress in my room." We walked into her bedroom and she frantically threw the dress on top of her dresser. Immediately after that, she stood up straight and got really ridged and grabbed her crotch again very tight. She then crossed her legs and did a sort of dance where she was walking backward clumsily and called out to me in a voice that sounded like she was on the verge of crying, "I'm going to pee pee in my pants. Lily, I'm going to pee my pants. I can't hold it anymore. I have to pee too bad. Lily, what am I going to do? I'm going to have an accident." I thought for sure she was going to pee her pants right there on the spot, but she gained control after a minute. She kept standing there though holding her crotch. She seemed unable to move for awhile. Finally, she started to walk toward the bathroom with her hand in her crotch. She walked a few paces and then stopped. She crouched down, sucking in some more air. She stood back up, walked some more, and stopped again. She looked at me pleadingly and said, "I don't think I can make it to the potty, Lily. My pee is starting to come out again." I replied with, "Maybe if you run, you can still make it." She looked at me and said, "Okay." Charlotte ran out of her room while holding her crotch. I followed her as she ran to the 2nd floor bathroom. I walked out of her bedroom and halfway down the hall toward the bathroom myself. I saw Charlotte run into the bathroom and collapse on the bathroom floor. She did not close the door because she was in such a hurry. She was sitting on the bathroom floor on her knees with her legs sprawled out behind her. She was wiggling furiously and whimpering as she was wiggling. Then all of a sudden, Charlotte got extremely still and I heard a faint hissing sound and the sound of her start to cry. I yelled out to her and asked her what was wrong and between sniffling she called back, "I'm peeing in my pants and I can't stop." And she couldn't stop indeed. The hissing was so loud and so strong and the puddle was growing so big that I was standing there in silent awe watching it happen. Charlotte continued to pee and pee. She didn't say anything more, but looked down at her lap watching herself flood her leggings. Finally she was done. She stood up and her pink leggings were soaked in the back and the front. There was also the biggest puddle I'd ever seen on the bathroom floor. Her face was also bright red and tear streaked. She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. I had to pee so bad and it just came out. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't." I just shrugged. Soon after that, she changed and we told her mother what happened. Her mother was understanding because well...accidents happen. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay. Now let's hear your memories!
  2. When 23 year-old Rose Manning first got into teaching, she was warned about various aspects of the job. The pay isn't good enough, the workload is overwhelming, the kids are bastards - all warnings which Rose was all too familiar with. Fresh out of university, she had been lucky to find herself a job helping out with music lessons at a comprehensive school in south London. As a student teacher, she didn't expect to take many classes to start with, however she was excited about many of the opportunities for her to improve her skills, for instance, she had been put in charge of running the lower school choir for the upcoming term. She finally felt like an adult, working a full time job, living in a small flat with one of her best friends from school, eating properly cooked meals rather than the diet of Pot Noodles and takeway curries she enjoyed at university. She woke up on the morning of her first day feeling like she was ready to begin her new life. She'd finally got out of a fairly miserable fourteen month relationship with a guy who studied music with her at uni, and she felt free to meet new people, to start enjoying herself again. Rose had never been much of a morning person, but the adrenaline got her straight out of bed once her alarm rang at 6:00. Of course, the fact she was bursting for the loo also helped quicken her decision to climb out of bed and into the bathroom. She sighed as she emptied her bladder into the toilet, whilst doing the normal check of all her social media profiles at the same time. Wiping herself, before flushing the toilet, she began to shower, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on her barely blemished skin, as she ran shampoo through her luscious blonde hair. Though Rose was too modest to admit it, she really was beautiful, with her long blonde hair and stunning figure. She often found herself being cat-called on the streets by perverts, and leered at by 17 year old virgins, while she'd also been warned not to tolerate any of that sort of behaviour from the pupils she would be teaching in the upcoming months. Feeling sufficiently clean, she turned the shower off and began to dry herself. Rose opted for a tight black skirt, black tights and a smart white shirt, eager to make a good impression on the first day. After she finished getting ready, Rose headed downstairs, made herself a coffee and put the radio on. Dancing along to the music as she buttered her toast, her housemate Ellie came into the kitchen. "Someone's in a good mood!" Ellie exclaimed, wearily rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "I'm just so excited, I really feel I can make a difference to these kid's lives!" Rose answered, taking a long slip of her coffee afterwards. "Fuck off Rose, you sound like an advert for the clinically deluded," Ellie moaned, running her hands through her long brown curly hair, still messy from the night's sleep. Rose just lifted her middle finger in response, as she swigged some more coffee. Rose loved Ellie, she really did, but her pessimistic attitude didn't half irritate her. But then again, maybe that's just what she needed, someone to keep her grounded. Ellie had spent the last two months telling Rose how much she'd hate teaching, which she had managed to ignore for the most part. Of course there was an element of nervousness for Rose, but she was determined to flush out that feeling with positivity. Finishing her coffee, she gathered her things together, and headed towards the door. "Have a good day at work Ellie!" Rose shouted. "I won't," Ellie replied. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" Rose tried to press her housemate for some words of encouragement. "Don't cry on the first day," Ellie sarcastically responded. Don't cry on the first day. Solid advice, Rose thought to herself, as she closed the door behind her. It was still just about summer in England, so the walk to the tube station was perfectly pleasant, as Rose began to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead. Okay so it's assembly this morning, then Year 8 music first two lessons, then choir at lunch. God, I wonder what the Year 8's will be like, they were always the worst year when I was younger. Rose continued to think through the walk, before she found herself at the tube station. She heard the train coming in, so she quickly ran towards the platform, and jumped on a tube packed with commuters. This wasn't how she pictured the start of her new London life, crammed into a small metallic train with 50 other sweaty strangers. After twenty minutes she found herself at the right stop, so she ungracefully elbowed her way out of the carriage, and onto the platform. Rose found herself swept up by the sea of commuters, heading towards the exit door. As she slowly moved out of the station, her eye was drawn towards the sign for the ladies toilets. Ooh, I could really do with a wee, she thought to herself. However she didn't want to be late, and besides, she wasn't going to pay 30p for the privilege to do something she could do for free in less than half an hour. After a short walk, she found herself at the gates of her new school. She took in her surroundings, the faint smell of weed, the five Year 10 kids aggressively hitting a football against the wall, the worn down school building in all its glory. It wasn't exactly Hogwarts, but shit, it was an actual school that actually wanted her. She looked at her watch, 8:17am, she was running slightly late for her meeting with the headteacher. She asked a surly looking teenager to point her in the direction of the headmaster's office, and began to walk down to begin her life as a student teacher. She found the office easily enough, and noticed the ladies toilets right next door. Perfect, I'll duck in here quickly before the meeting. However just as Rose was prepared to make her way to the loo, she was interrupted by a voice. "Miss Manning, welcome, I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind," the headteacher joked, with a hint of passive-aggression in his voice. Alright, I was only four minutes late you dick. "Mr Williams, thanks so much for the opportunity, sorry, the commute took slightly longer than I expected, new to London and everything!" Rose laughed. "Don't worry, I understand. Shall we go through?" Mr Williams asked. Rose debated asking if she could go to the loo first, but she didn't want to piss off the head on her first day. She wasn't that desperate yet, as long as she could relieve herself soon. "Sure!" After ten minutes, Mr Williams led Rose to the staff room to meet the rest of her new colleagues. Rose didn't quite pluck up the courage to ask if she could go to the toilet after leaving the head's office, and the effect of the coffee from that morning was beginning to take its toll. At uni, Rose had been the subject of mockery for her tiny bladder. When out in the evenings, Rose was always the first one to find herself in desperate need of relief, and on occasion, she had even resorted to peeing in darkened alleyways, or in one instance, in an empty water bottle on the deserted top floor of the no. 68 bus. In her adult life, she had only wet herself twice, once was during Glastonbury when she was 19, when she was in the queue for the toilet and holding it became too painful, while the other time was during a hockey match at uni, where she had a full bladder hit with the full force of a hockey stick. To this day, that was one of the most embarrassing days of her life, and while her friends were all sympathetic, she hadn't played hockey since, despite being twice player of the year for her university. Since realising just how small her bladder is, Rose had always made sure to use the toilet whenever one was available, even if she didn't really have to go that badly. "So everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Manning, who will be joining us as of today. She will be assisting our music teachers, as well as taking some of the extra curricular clubs too. I'm sure you'll make her feel very welcome. I need to go and prepare for assembly now; Mrs Tyler, would you be able to show Miss Manning the ropes from here?" Mrs Tyler nodded, warmly grinning at Rose, as the head left the room. "Hi Rose, great to see you again, how are you doing?" Mrs Tyler asked. Beth Tyler was a brown haired woman in her early thirties, who had met Rose during her interview. "Oh really well thanks, so excited to get stuck in, I've been looking forward to this for a while." Rose politely sipped on the cup of coffee the head gave her in his office. "Oh that's lovely to hear. So it's whole school assembly in a few minutes, then I hear you're going to be helping me with my Year 8 class, is that correct?" she asked. "Yes, so hopefully a nice easy start for me," Rose laughed, trying to gauge Beth's reaction to that comment. Beth laughed nervously "They can be a challenging bunch, but don't worry, it's your first day, I wouldn't expect you to have to deal with them alone yet." "Oh that's a relief." The thought of relief reminded Rose of her nagging bladder. "By the way, where are the toilets in here?" "They're just round the corner there," Beth pointed them out to her. Rose finished the last of her coffee, then wandered over to the loos. She pushed the door, but to no avail. Fuck, someone's in there. She crossed her legs as she stood next to the adjacent wall, waiting for the occupant to finish so she could relieve herself. The first coffee had hit her bladder, and now she was pretty desperate to go. She certainly didn't want to leave it too much longer, as the second coffee would make its way down soon. Looking at her watch, she realised it would be assembly soon, and she'd rather sit through that crossing her legs, than miss the start of it and get into trouble on her first day. She reluctantly made her way round the corner, to see Beth waiting for her. "Better?" she asked. "Sorry? Oh yeah, much better thanks," Rose replied. Why did I say that? I'm going to look like I have the bladder of a three year old if I go before break now. You idiot. "Great, these assemblies are pretty boring most of the time, but they're only once a week at least," Beth joked. As the two headed into assembly, Rose began mentally working out a way to get to a toilet without seeming like she had a bladder condition. For now, she would just have to hold it.
  3. -Couple weeks back I posted a list of high-school field-trip pees. Lost track of where I put those. For completeness I offer the two favorites I remember. My apologies for my very poor typing. Hopefully, better on this laptop. A family emergency called our electrician away midday. So the manager sent me up a wobbly ladder into a very high lighting grid to finish the electrician’s assignment and get intimate with my acrophobia. But when I forced my eyes open the entire exhibit hall entered my view field – with all the 8-foot false walls a rare experience for me. I’d hardly forced my eyes open when a high-school field-trip group entered the exhibit hall. Most teachers let visits to our museum be grub days. Apparently this teacher took the opposite view. Not formal, but in-fashion school cloths all around. Even so, one girl stood out as exceptionally sophisticated looking and seemingly decisive. She strode directly to an environmental exhibit and started taking notes. Twenty seconds lated that first impression crumbled. She went ridged and snapped her left hand tight between legs, right hand still clutching her pen and notebook. Fifteen seconds later she relaxed and went back to taking notes. What?! She didn’t look like the type to risk having to hold herself a second time in front of 30 other students. If I wasn’t hugging the lighting grid so tightly, I would have fallen in a heap next to her. But not only did she take the risk, she repeated the same going stiff and holding herself three more times without the slightest hint of looking for a restroom. (She’d been rather close to one when approaching the exhibit hall. But as I said about the signs. . .) The fifth time her hand went between her legs, it stayed for no more than 3 seconds before she jerked it away and ran in place. Then she ran to her teacher and said something. He responded with something. She shook her head violently. He looked around, picked a second female student and the trio headed out to door toward the closest restrooms. Following them would be too obvious. But I could pretend to check wiring next to where the girl had run in place. The girl had not dribbled on the floor. But I feel certain she jerked her hand away to prevent a leak into panties reaching her dress skirt. Another curious thing had happened. The other students paid zero attention to her behavior. Was this such a common thing it bored the other students? Twenty minutes later I’d finished the assigned task. I dropped the electricians belt in my shop, checked my own work orders (nothing pressing) and (as my manager expected me to) started my mid-afternoon exhibit inspection tour. No wet between the energy and environment hall and the restrooms. Maybe the building custodian had already been there. No sign of teacher and two girls. No sign of the other adults and students. And only minor exhibit issues waiting my attention. Presumably, the E&E hall was their finial stop in the museum. Most field trips had a meet-point. Since FRS radio and cell phones no class waisted much time regrouping. So I have no absolute proof the student leaked – just an otherwise unexplained change in behavior. I went back to my shop to sulk. The next incident contains the opposite gaps: I missed the preliminaries but saw proof of the wetting. To increase the contrast the girl wore blue shorts, a T shirt, sneakers, bobby socks and nothing more sophisticated than her three-ring binder. As I exited the passage from my shop to the restroom landing the girl saw me first. As she spun her back away from me and tried to cover her shorts front, she composed, “Oh, Hello.” Doubt I’d noticed her had I she not spun and addressed me. Of course, given her greeting, spin, hesitation and then backing into the women’s room, I could hardly help noting the dripping from her shorts hem. I descended into a hall housing the mathematics and reptile exhibits. A high-school field trip group (composed of students mostly half a head taller than the girl who had just greeted me) watched a college-student temporary-employee stow materials she’d just used during the boa constrictor mini-presentation. When fed, the creature is quite harmless. The college employee more or less wears it. While the employee handles the creature, it’s within half an arms length of any visitor wishing to approach that close. At the time I could think of three scenarios, all probably wrong. We might as well speculate the girl had done battle with a 32-ounce slushy at the fast-food circle next to the museum. (1) Two machines demonstrating statistical principles seemed to hypnotize the occasional visitor. Perhaps see watched one of these until her bladder gave the two-minute warning signal. She ran around the hall a couple times looking for a sign or person point to the restroom (up a flight of stairs). She might have peed ascending the stairs. Possibly she didn’t pee until startled by my appearance out of an unmarked door. (2) She wasn’t actually desperate, just somewhere along the scale. She missed the call for the boa-constrictor presentation. When she noticed, she had to squeeze through taller students to get a view. In so doing she came nose-to-nose with the creature. At this point she did a startle pee. (3) A bad need to pee had turned worse while she tried to escape the maze in the exhibit hall above. She had arrived within 5 feet of the women’s room when I arrived out of my rusty door. Therefore, I don’t actually know whether she arrived from the exhibit hall above or the one below. Much to my surprise, I saw her twice more during the next hour. Fifteen minutes later she was in the exhibit hall above covering her derrière with a three-ring binder she’d not had when I first saw her. She remained in the same soaked shorts and acted embarrassed. Another twenty minutes found her on a courtyard bench chatting with her teacher and looking relaxed. I could tell the teacher had noticed my interest somewhere earlier in the situation.
  4. Well I am up on Weeby http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/ And I have significantly rewritten Allison Pees Her Panties and it is longer and I believe more engaging. So do read it. It takes in the input I have gotten from you in my fiction survey. What is neat is that when the bell rings you can take part in the aftermath of her pantie pee by taking a survey where you can play out what you would say and do if you were her or a classmate. It also asks what you think of the story Enjoy. Next story will have Denise peeing her panties in tight skinny pants or jeans...
  5. I have a new story on my classroom desperation blog. This is one for you jeans fans and have a VERY INTERESTING TWIST. So go to the blog at http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com I finished updating Allison pees her panties based on the interactive fiction survey and moved it under the Stories tab so enjoy that too. Also I want to continue to invite girls to fill out my What is it like to pee your panties poll for girls only
  6. Now, accidents, I'm sure most of us had them when we were younger. For this, I'm focusing on the ages, between say, 3 and 7. I want you guys to try and recall memories, no matter how vague. While the majority of stories will be wetting accidents, poop accidents are allowed. Since I started the thread, its only fair I start it off. Now, this story takes me back. It was in 2003 or so. I was about five years old, maybe five and a half. I went to the local YMCA for preschool, or maybe it was daycare. Maybe it was both, moving on. I was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some shoes. Now, here's the thing, gonna lay a little backstory about me back then. You see, I wasn't technically potty trained. True, I knew how to use the toilet, and how to tell when I had to go, but using diapers and beings changed seemed to help me bond more with my mom. I wasn't nervous about using diapers, and was never caught, not even by the staff. I would fill them, and no one would notice. On that day, I had a pretty substantial breakfast, including a bottle of milk or two. On that day, we were studying the Chinese Zodiac. We were called up to pick the animal we were born under, cut it out, and get it pasted onto two Popsicle sticks. I, at the time, thought I had been born under the dragon, because dragons are cool, and I liked them. What my five year old mind didn't know, which I would find out a few years after, when I was eight or nine, was that, being born in early February, I was actually a tiger, but that's beside the point. I cut out my paper dragon, and joined my classmates in the line. I only knew a few of them by name, but we didn't keep in touch. I was near the back of the line. It was a moment later that breakfast came to haunt me. I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my bladder, and my bowels felt quite full. I gently rubbed my stomach, rubbing my legs together. I normally wouldn't worry about using my diaper, but with the teacher so close, and several other kids behind me, I feared they would sniff me out. I didn't know whether or not some of my classmates were in diapers, or Pull-Ups, I never noticed if they were. Normally, I would just let go into my diaper, or find a place to relax, but I didn't want to lose my spot in line, or tell the teacher where I had been. I could already feel a few dribbles spurt into my padding, and something shifting in my gut. I knew I wouldn't hold it in much longer. I "accidentally" dropped my paper crane. My dark blue sweatpants hid my diaper pretty well. I bent down to pick it up, and began to push. I smiled as I felt a stream of urine soak my diaper, warming it up. At the same time, I blasted out a fart, muffled by my diaper and pants, and began to fill the back with a squishy mush. I stood up, got my paper dragon glued, and went on my stinky way. I was later change in the car, or get changed, rather. I shall share more stories at a later date, in the mean time, why don't you guys share yours?
  7. If you've read my other experiences you'd know about that time when I was stuck bursting at the swimming pool. But that wasn't my worst experience. The absolutely WORST pee holding experience I had happened another year before my swimming pool incident. It happened at school. I have a fatal personality trait. It's being exceptionally shy in all situations. When I was at school, I would never dare raise my hand for the toilet even if I was bursting, and that ended up in many desperate situations. Right before my fourth-to-sixth periods we had a short recess. If I didn't pee then, then I would most definitely have to struggle with a bursting bladder for the next three lessons. But the girl's toilet in my school was, euphemistically, not the cleanest and I tried at all costs not to pee at school. These conflicting reasons led me to many desperate experiences, and led to my most painful pee holding experience ever. That day started off like a normal one. Even during recess I barely felt the need to pee. But during the fourth lesson my bladder filled up quickly. In these situations I would cross my legs tightly, for I always believed that especially for girls, crossing my legs can help squeeze my pee hole shut with my thighs. It was also less conspicuous as many people crossed their legs. My body was being more active than usual and before the fourth period ended, I was already bursting. I felt my legs grow weak and my stomach ached from the pressure. I knew I had to ask for permission to pee sooner or later. But every time I made the move to do so, I felt incredibly shy and my lips would falter. I decided only to ask at the final moment. I had to pee so badly. My legs were numb after crossing them for so long. I was lucky I sat in a corner so people won't notice me in my predicament. But it didn't escape the notice of Katie who sat next to me. She is a good friend and being a girl, she understood all too well how I hated using school toilets. I guess my expression told her everything - I was close to tears. She confronted me plainly, "Are you holding your pee again?" I remember reddening so much I could feel my cheeks burn. "Please, Keep your voice down!" Katie was one of those carefree girls who wasn't shy of anything. She always rolled her eyes on my shy behaviour and that's what she did again. I can't remember the precise words she said, but she told me I shouldn't always hold my pee so often. She made me promise I would ask for permission to pee if I really couldn't hold it. Then we realised - we had our math lesson next. Our math teacher was the worst. She was a self-centred hag who demanded 100% attention and couldn't stand the slightest disturbance. A chill went through me. There was no way she would let me use the toilets, but I neither could I hold it for another lesson. Our math lesson started. I had to squirm on my seat, it was impossible to sit still. I thought about peeing secretly in a bottle but it was impossible not to make noise. I really really really wanted to hold myself but it was really awkward to do so in my school uniform. Our school uniform was really stupid. They made our tops 'respectable' by covering our shoulders and breasts with a tight shirt, but our skirt was, literally, a miniskirt. I wear skirts a lot but I don't usually wear things as short as my school uniform. It barely reached half my thighs. And to compound on our image of 'ladiness', the dumb skirt was really tight, like a pencil skirt. I guess it made sure girls had to sit properly or else our panties would show. Anyway, in uniform like this, holding myself meant reaching UNDER my skirt to hold myself, and I didn't want to do that, even if Katie was the only one watching. Time was moving incredibly slow. I had never had to pee this badly (seriously, even my later experiences were a bit less painful). We were halfway through our lesson. I could feel tears swimming in my eyes. Our school made us use hard bound diaries and as a last resort, I forced the corner of it on my va****. It was relieving, with a bit of outward pressure helping. For the next few minutes I kept massaging myself with my diary, and managed to hold it in. Katie whispered to me 'you must need to go really bad' and I gave her a despairing nod. I was too much. I was shy but peeing myself in class is even more embarrassing. I raised my hand for permission. I asked simply for permission to use the bathroom. The old hag said I had to answer her question first to prove I had been listening and pointed to a bunch of symbols on the blackboard. I suck at maths and even if I didn't, it would be impossible with a bursting bladder in my way. So she didn't let me. I was blushing so badly. Now everyone knew I had to pee, but couldn't. I held myself under my skirt, it was my only hope. I could feel my va***** throbbing from all the pressure. Katie looked worried. There was still 20 minutes before lesson ended. I struggled for a while. I was so desperate. I was shaking my legs and holding myself. I could feel my pee coming out. A gush of pee came out and I only just managed to stop it. I knew I was reaching my limit. It was now or never. I asked for permission again, with a few words of pleading. When the teacher was about to refuse, Katie screamed " please she's been holding it for hours. She going to pee herself!" Wanting to save herself trouble, the teacher let me. I rushed out. The girls toilet was quite a distance from my classroom. I was still holding myself with both hands while I ran to pee. But halfway I stopped. I could feel my hands becoming warm. I was already peeing. I quickly ran over to a patch of grass. I stood there and finished my pee. There was no one around and the grass soaked my pee anyway. Now I was thankful to my uniform, since it was so short and tight, it didn't get wet. I went to the toilet to clean myself, and I had no choice but to discard my panties. So that ends my most painful experience. I went back to class red-faced and Katie, who is a very thoughtful girl, knew I was hiding something. I told her I peed myself and had no panties on. She looked half amused, half worried and told me to be careful for the rest of the day. Luckily, all went by just fine.
  8. This was one of my first public accidents at school I was in my kindergarten class, my little sweat pants and shirt, and my curly blonde hair put into pigtails ( i was adorable!) We had done our daily activities, singing, reading, and writing. Now it was playtime before school was over, we had a good amount of time to play till the end of the day Here's the problem, I had big anxiety issues and was scared of asking for anything, I hardly spoke I was so nervous and shy all the time. We had a rule in kindergarten " If you need to go potty, you put 2 thumbs up, and that will be the signal * I gotta go potty* " Well... I hated that rule, although it was better then publicly asking, it made it more embarrassing, because we had a waiting chair for the potty, so if someone was in there, you had to sit there and wait. So over the course of the day, I had not used the potty at all, and I was getting desperate. I held myself between my legs with one hand, and was sitting and coloring for the time being, trying to distract myself. That didn't last much longer............ 20 minutes later i was squirming desperate, the teacher asked me if i wanted to play one of the grocery games, which was only assigned to 1 kid each week, and they picked me, I said no.... and sat there holding it in I was holding myself tight, squirming in my seat, not focusing on playing or coloring anymore.... all i wanted to do was pee.... I finally tried to gather some courage to ask to go potty, when another person came up and asked first, I was panicked M y teacher looked at me and asked " did you need something?" I crossed my legs and shook my head no, there was no way, I can't ask, its embarrassing, I can hold it, it's almost time to go home.... I can make it.... Or so I thought..... I sat there, face red, and then... it happened....... a small leak, only it didn't stop.... I sat there, in my chair, and started to pee.... I gasped and tried to stop it, afraid of someone seeing, but all I did was get my hands wet I sat there, and sighed in relief, and peed.... it felt like hours of how long I peed... " I didn't think i could hold it this long.... it feels so good.... so much better" There was a large dark spot on my pants, a puddle on the chair, and a large puddle on the floor. I snapped back and realized I just peed my pants... IN SCHOOL! and no one noticed yet? I then hid the rest of the time, the teachers found the puddle but couldn't find who did it. As we were about to leave, i placed my backpack around my crotch behind me so no one saw, and I went home and no one noticed.. I hope you guys enjoyed it!
  9. 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.
  10. Is using the bathroom a right or a privilege for students? Here in the U.S., I'm really not sure if some teachers are trying to teach discipline to their students, are so insecure that they believe students are lying to get out of their lesson, or are just evil. Most of us have been at the hand of one of these teachers who would not let us go when we really needed to and suffered embarrassing accidents because of it... I personally think it's wrong for a teacher to deny someone needed bathroom privileges because they speculate and assume that a student might abuse it. It's true that bathroom breaks can be abused for the bad students in order to get out of class, cheat, or cause trouble. But should a few bad apples ruin the whole bunch? My Thoughts: - The discipline over learning to control one's bladder should not be taught by the teacher but should be left to the parents or guardians of the students to teach and encourage them in a safer setting. Bathrooms are there for a reason and sometimes, you just gotta go, especially if you drink a lot during the day and younger students have much smaller bladders and lack of self-control. If they are trying to teach, then you don't teach by forcing someone to hold it and have an embarrassing accident in front of their classmates, hoping they'll learn. Even for good and/or shyer students (like myself) who were embarrassed of asking to be excused is torture and such should never be reprimanded by a teacher. - If teachers think it's a disruption for students to go to the bathroom while they're teaching (or assume that everyone else will have to go because they let 1 person leave) does not always apply. The alternative solution goes back to the "potty break/team" line up idea is much better than outright denying access to a bathroom, but is patronizing and rather strange for older students. - If teachers are too insecure and think the students are just making excuses to get out of class, then they need to gain more confidence. Bad students do exist, but this should not be the case in every situation like I've observed in schools. Teachers are smart enough to know who the real trouble makers are and take note. What do you think? Do you have any stories about these dreadful experiences?
  11. Fiction Story - A Wet Pajama Day Everyone knew John liked to wet himself. Throughout the school year, ti was almost certain that at least once a week, he could be caught letting little spurts of pee into his pants, if not outright peeing himself once in a while. So it went, although his best friend Justin never joined in. Justin only ceded once, spurting into his underwear during recess at the insistence of John. He never repeated the act and John never asked, although Justin would never admit how good it had felt. So came pajama day, and in walked John in a pair of rocket ship-themed footed pajamas. He hung up his coat and shucked off his shoes before heading to class. "Hi John, gonna wet your jammies today?" Crissy asked as he settled down at his desk. Most of the other students knew of but didn't care about his wetting, as long as he didn't make a mess. "Maybe," he replied, turning to see Justin sitting a few rows ahead, wearing a blue and grey sleeper, the white soles slightly dirty from having skipped wearing shoes altogether, John knew. Justin saw John and waved. If only he knew my plan, John thought. After lunch, John padded over to Justin and asked him to follow, heading to a single person bathroom, John locked the door. "What did you want to talk to me about in private?" Justin asked, fingering the zipper of his sleeper idly. "I want you to pee yourself.' John said simply. Justin was taken aback, "No.'I can't," he said, although with little conviction. That time he had done it was one of his most cherished memories. "Come on. I know how much you liked it last time. You can't hide that from me. It was written all over your face. I'm doing you a favor." “I don’t know” “Come on, its great. You'll love it and regret ever having refused," he grabbed Justin's leg and pulled it towards him, the non skid sole gripping the floor, causing Justin to stumble, and with that, he straddled Justin's leg and began to pee, a look of pure ecstasy crossing his face as he peed in his rocket-ship footie pajamas, the pee running down his legs, onto the bathroom floor and onto Justin's leg, soaking his blue and gray sleeper in warm liquid. “No…nnnnn…”hiding it…nnnnow” John gasped, still soaking his sleeper with a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Justin felt his friend’s pee soak his own sleeper, cascading over his leg and onto the floor, where it formed a puddle around their feet, soaking their sleepers’ feet as well. He might as well now, he thought gleefully. Justin started to pee, gasping in pleasure as the warm liquid wet his underwear and proceeded to soak his jammies even further, flowing onto the floor with a loud hissing sound. “Aaaahhhhh” he moaned as the warm wetness spread throughout his pajamas, running down his legs and making a pattering sound as it ran over his pajamas’ feet, before leaking onto the tile floor and mingling into the large puddle of pee they were both now standing in. "Oh wow, Oh wow," Justin repeated as his stream subsided. He ran his hand over his soaking crotch, luxuriating in the warm wetness. He looked down at himself, his pjs soaked and his feet standing in a large puddle of pee. "That was great." 'See, told you," John said, splashing over and clapping Justin on the shoulder with a pee-soaked hand. 'What do we do now," Justin asked, only half caring. "We go back to class. You know how I do it." They squelched back to class, leaving pee-footprints in their wake. They reached their classroom and headed in. All heads turned to to them and their dripping pjs. Several students cheered or called out bet res7ults as they padded back to their desks. "Good going, John," Crissy said. John could swear he heard a spurting sound coming from her seat. "What was that sound?" he asked. "Ohh, nothing," she said, bunching her nightdress around her crotch. John thoroughly enjoyed his day in his soaked sleeper, periodically adding to the wet warmth throughout the day, but he knew that Justin had enjoyed it a whole lot more.
  12. NOTE: Two years ago I did my History A levels on the French Revolution and we studied all about Versailles including the fact that bathrooms were scarce. I must say, the reality was not as pretty as it might seem when it is told by an omorashi fan to an omorashi community but to make this as appealing as possible I ignored some stuff. The main reason I wrote this is to encourage others to create stories that take place in different timelines throughout history. I am having a lot of fun writing this and probably will continue this. Depending on your reactions I will continue posting this. All critics are wellcome and I know there is a big margin of improvement. Hope you enjoy!! (I will shut up now) Prologue Our story begins in the 1700s, Palace of Versailles, a few miles away from Paris. As some of you may be aware of, Versailles had been built for the royal family and aristocracy and counted with the most luxurious corridors, rooms and social activities. However only a few might be aware of a very interesting fact; bathrooms were scarce, almost non-existent. The palace was ridiculously big and, often, relief could only be achieved by walking all the way back to your room and using a chamber pot. Through the years, this proved to be a tremendous architectonic error. Girls around Versailles often didn’t get to their rooms in time; besides, most of them just couldn’t be bothered. Amusingly enough, “accidents” occurred almost in a daily basis and those affected by it were usually young women who had to carry around giant dresses and were unable to do anything else than letting go in a dark corner or in the middle of dinner or, in the case of veterans some would pee whilst walking around the never ending rooms and hallways of the palace leaving a trail of wetness wherever they went. (ref. Princess of Harcout) A big problem for these naughty highborn childs was that their underwear was essentially another dress, only plain white and very thin. So nothing could be done to avoid a full wetting. Of course not all girls would wet themselves every day, some times they made it just in time. After the socialising and the drinking and partying all day long, most of them would leak consistently, never fully wetting and giving a show, (since manners were important in Versailles), but constantly feeling the wetness and shame in their lady parts. This meant that absolutely every single small clothe in Versailles had trails of pee and yellow spots of past accidents and it wasn’t a secret since it happened to the whole lot: small, teen and adult. The walls of Versailles have witnessed countless stories of humiliation, leaking, accidental wetting and my personal favourite; non accidental wettings. However, for the purpose of this story I will talk about young Carole and her time at Versailles. Carole Carole was 14 when she arrived at Versailles two and a half years ago. Her parents had sent her from the south so she could learn the life of a lady at court while serving to his king and honouring her family. She felt like she had a huge responsibility and that she should never do anything to disgrace herself or her father. Of course at Versailles she had to learn a new definition of self-respect from her friends and other grown up women too. One thing was for sure, Versailles had changed her. She was no longer that kid afraid of making a mess in her new dress or worried about how others would react to her lack of control over her bladder. In the present time she was already 17, a fully developed woman, her beauty was incomparable. Everyone wanted to be her or fuck her. Most importantly, every day she woke up knowing she would end up wetting herself somewhere and she loved this. She never used the bathrooms in the mornings, furthermore, sometimes she would wake up and be so desperate and horny at the same time that she would wet the bed and have fun with herself to start off fresh. Today she had to deal with 3 hours of French with her tutor before enjoying the privacy of her favourite hidden spots. Being so young, she wasn’t required to wear a full dress with iron base, especially not for French lessons. She put on her small clothes and chose a simple white and green dress with the customary corset that would squeeze her breasts and belly to the point she couldn’t breathe. She had breakfast with the rest of her classmates and just as they were entering the room where their lesson took place she realised how much she had screwed up. Fridays were not a good day to avoid the boring relief that her chamber pot could offer. She would never make it in time with 3 hours to come of the slowest class in history. She was terrorised and excited at the same time. Carole new her tutor would never allow them a break, not even during a desperate situation. She knew this for past experiences; during her first days at Versailles she fully wetted almost every single day, especially during her French lessons. Everyone at Versailles new that women often made their businesses in their dresses, that was no mystery, knowing it was something, but letting everybody else see you pee like a 5 year old was another. She could not afford such an embarrassment. Just as her tutor’s eyes and hers met she made a run for it. As she was running through the rooms she heard her tutor following and screaming at her to come back or risk punishment. She had some time to try something; she stopped at the third room, completely empty, and squatted on a corner. She immediately started feeling a trickle run down her thighs and butt cheeks as she heard her tutor’s footsteps approaching. Just as she got up from her squatting position her pursuer entered the room and made contact with Carole. Both stayed quiet for a few seconds, Carole still feeling her piss running through both her legs and doing what she could to keep the fabric of the dress away from her humid smallclothes. The flow was quite weak at the moment but she couldn’t stop. She had to let some of it come out anyway if she was going to make it through 3 hours of French. _Why are you running away from me young lady? Carole you are always an exemplar student, what is this behaviour due to? _Mme Pinet, I had no choice, I lost one of my family’s earrings. _Very well Carole, did you find it? At that moment Carole looked down and realised she was letting too much out, she could see the tiniest of a puddle starting to come out from her dress. Her shoes were drenched for sure and her underclothes completely soaked by now. Her dress was intact at the moment. _Yes mme Carole immediately stepped forward in an attempt to hide her puddle of pee _Excellent, we may continue with our classes, follow me Mme Pinet turned around and calmly walked back to her class. Carole carefully tailed her leaving a path of footprints when her wet shoes made contact with the shiny floors. Luckily for her, mme Pinet didn’t turn around. At this point, it was obvious she had wet herself. She managed to safely get to her lesson and sit down. She couldn’t have had avoided this but when her soaked bum and underwear made contact with the chair, her dress became instantly wet. The material of the dress was able to absorb most of the wetness so it wasn’t leaking. The problem was that now she was even more desperate to pee than before and her lesson was only just starting, she couldn’t hold it for that long and she knew.
  13. Chloe Evans was sat at school with her friends. The class was biology which she found boring, she knew it was still an hour until lunchtime. Although she wasn't enjoying the class she wasn't sure if she wanted it to be lunchtime or not due to a group of seniors namely one called Amy White. Her and 2 of her friends Jess and Natalie were being given a tough time by the group of older girls. The girls were all 18 and knew what exactly what they could get away with. lunchtime quickly arrived, Chloe and her friends were stood by their lockers chatting, they were just about to head over to the cafeteria to get some lunch when they heard an all too familiar voice... "Hey baby girls what are you up to" the girls looked around "w w we were just going to get our lunch" Jess stuttered in reply "well before you go I've got a deal for the 3 of you, each of you give me $10 and I won't pick one of you losers to spread a rumour about that will ruin you" " but that's all we have to buy any lunch with" "we'll it's up to you then whether you mind the whole school thinking you still suck on a baby bottle in your spare time" replied Amy with an evil grin "oh my god why are you so mean we haven't done anything to you? "You've got exactly 5 seconds to all hand me the money" begrudgingly the girls handed Amy the money. Amy and her two pals Danielle and Brooke had everything the way they wanted. All 3 of them were gorgeous which had led to them all being on the cheerleading team. They were pretty much the 3 most popular girls in the whole school, Danielle and Brooke were both dating guys that were on the football team, Amy had held back from having a boyfriend although the captain of the team was head over heels in love with her, she had gone on a couple of dates and even kissed him a few times but had never gone any further which her friends could never understand. Her perfect figure, long blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes were enough to make any guy weak at the knees. The girls had become accustomed to their social position and felt they could look down on certain people that they didn't feel matched their social standing. They had seen the group of 3 sophomores who appeared to be "average girls" who never caused any trouble and pretty much kept themselves to themselves. These girls seemed like the sort that would probably be too scared to say anything to anyone and would keep quiet out of fear. Amy, Danielle and Brooke knew they could get away with belittling Chloe and her friends. A couple of times Chloe had even had to covered up marks out of fear of her mom seeing them when Amy had hit her for not doing as she said. It was now the end of lunchtime and Chloe, Jess and Natalie had all gone without eating. They sat chatting just before the next class started. "I can't believe how mean they are to us, those bitches are happy for us to go all day without eating so they can keep our lunch money probably to spend it on make-up and clothes" said Chloe angrily "I wish there was a way of stopping them, if we told the teacher she would spread a mean rumour like what she said earlier" replied Natalie "that would be way too embarrassing to deal with" said Jess. The teacher then came in so they had to stop talking. Eventually the end of the day came around, Chloe's mom picked up her. She couldn't wait to get home so she could get something to eat as she was starving. Chloe had a younger brother called Tyler who had to be picked up from Elementary school which was 5 mins down the road. Mom then reminded Chloe that Tyler had a hospital appointment at 4:15 so they would be going straight from school to the hospital. This annoyed Chloe as she was so hungry "but Mom I'm soooo hungry cant you drop me home" "I'm sorry love but we don't have time, you know how important this appointment is for your brother we don't want to risk missing it" "ok Mom" Chloe accepted she would just have to go with them to the appointment. She remembered Mom mentioning the appointment before, that it was with a specialist consultant to try and help with Tyler's bedwetting problem. As far as Chloe could remember Tyler had always had occassional problems with wetting the bed, it only happened once every one or two weeks but still that was often enough. she knew how embarrassing it must be for him and knew how much he wanted to stop it happening. She imagined if she had been the one with a bedwetting problem how humiliated she would have felt, but she knew that people her age don't wet their beds. They soon arrived at the hospital, they found their way to the correct department which was quite a long walk as it was upstairs and at the far end of the hospital. When they found the correct area Mom checked Tyler in for the appointment "hello I've got my son Tyler Evans here he's got an appointment with Dr. Johns at 4:15" the receptionist had a look on the computer and then responded "that's great, if you follow the corridor along and take a seat in the waiting area around the corner on the left" "thank you".
  14. DIIINNNGG! The school bell went. Rose finished her 3rd bottle of water during the whole 1 hour lunch period. "Should I go to the bathroom?" Rose asked her best friend, Farah. Farrah had just finished chugging her 2nd bottle of water and threw it in the bathroom. "Nah, you'll be okay." Farah said and walked to her locker. *Fast foward to the end of the day* Rose felt her bladder filling up. "I should've went to the bathroom..." She said in her mind. She knew Mrs. Trash -- Er, Mrs. Thratchs wouldn't let her go while she's 'teaching'. After 10 minutes, Rose was near desperation. It wasn't at the point of crossing her legs but she was tensing up. "Now," the teacher said, "any questions before the bell rings?" Finally.. She could soon feel relief. DIIIIINNNGG, the school bell went. Rose sprinted to the bathrooms but they were closed. "Damn," she cursed in her head. She caught up with Farah. "You have to go too?" She asked. Rose nodded. Even though she drank more than her, Farah was far beyond the desperation point. "I really have to go," Farah whimpered quietly, "I don't even know if I can hold it for the walk home, can I come to your home?" Rose responded, "Yeah of course!" *Fast Foward to the walk home* Rose was definitely at the desperation point and began to have a bladder bulge. Farah began to regain control but was still pretty desperate. They couldn't go anywhere because there were cars and kids walking to homes and buildings. "I have to go really bad..." Rose whispered to her mate. Farah, hearing those words, began to lose control and became far beyond her point and desperation. "We have to go in a building, I'm gonna pee!" She said slightly loud. Rose nodded. She looked around for buildings but they were all closed and all the bathrooms were full or closed. "I don't think I can hold it much longer." Farah said and began walker quicker. Her bladder bulge began to show and it looked swollen and painful. Rose was beginning to have a bigger bulge and slowed her walking. "I'm gonna lose it if I walk any faster!" She shouted. She whimpered, and took baby steps. It was like a faucet slowly turning. She stopped walking and held her crotch. A tiny spurt escaped and she clenched her muscles and winced. "I can't hold it any longer.." She said. Farah, just as desperate, said "Come just a few more blocks!" Those words encouraged her, She regained control. Farah however, began to slow her walking, and almost doubled over at one point. Her bulge looked like she was gonna explode. "It's right there Farah!" Rose shouted. Farah nodded and got herself together. They were nearly barely walking when they approached the front of the house. "I'm gonna lose it!" Rose shouted and bit her lip. A small spurt escaped and she put her hand in between her thighs. She threw Farah the keys she took a while to find the right one. "Oh god oh god." Farah said nearing her limit. She finally found the right one and the nearly busted through the door. Rose ran to the bathroom door, Farah behind her. "ME FIRST!" She said almost pushing her, that made Roses bladder push out another spurt and it began to leak through her panties. "No Me!" Rose shouted and pushed Farah. "No no noooo!" Her bladder couldn't take it any longer. A spurt escaped and it showed through her pants, but she had control again. Rose ran in.. But the toilet was clogged. A spurt escaped leaking through her panties and was very noticibal. "I'm gonna pee!" She yelled. With Farahs quick thinking her slowly wobbled up the stairs and looked through a closet for a towel. A spurt escaped and this time it was hard to stop. "oh no no noooOOO!" Farah laid down a towel and quickly pulled down her pants. The flow began to go out harder and she didn't have to time to take her underwear off. It hissed and she just squated. It was painful to release at first. Rose saw it all, and couldn't hold it in any longer. A big spurt escaped and went through her jeans like a rocket. She wobbled to the closet and grabbed a towel and quickly pulled her panties off. She still had to lay the towel down but couldn't stop the flow She let it flow on the wooden floor and whimpered. "Ugh..." Her face grew red. "I'm so sorry Rose..." Farah apologized. "It's alright!" She responded and smiled. Rose still was peeing. Finally, she finished. The next day it was awkward for these girls but they were somewhat closer than ever. THE END
  15. So around the time of my last story, about the girl Ari, there was another girl I was interested in as well. Her name's Grasen, probably one of the hottest girls that I went to school with. Blonde hair, short, slim, cute smile. From the eyepoint of a heterosexual male, I can say I enjoyed her endless amounts of yoga pants she wore everyday, because she has a rather impressive ass. Aside from that, now that you have some sort of "image" in your head about how she looked, let's jump into the stories. So we were friends, and I can say I crushed on her for a while. The reason I didn't go out with her was because she did things I don't necessarily agree with as a person. We'll leave it at that. Still, we didn't let that get in the way of our friendship. This is two of MANY TIMES I've seen her piss herself, or talk about wetting. Which is one of the reasons why I liked her so much, and I'm still suspicious to this day that she, too, has a wetting fetish. STORY ONE: So one day, we were assigned an extra credit video project assignment for one of our classes. We had to film after school to shoot. During the time when we were after school filming, Grasen kept mentioning how much she had to pee. Her friend simply said, "Just go pee, Grasen". But she refused, for whatever reason necessary, and continued to work. Well, we had shot something funny or something on my camera, and we were watching it on the playback mode. So every time Grasen would laugh, she would cross her legs, and put her hands on her crotch. Now, I like to pride myself on my humor...I'd like to say I'm funny and can make someone laugh pretty easily. So I said something out loud and made a joke about the video, and Grasen starts laughing some more. Then, abruptly, she stopped and looked down, followed by a sudden crotch-to-hand-movement. Then, going back to laughing, she says, "Okay, okay! Stop making me laugh...you're gonna make me pee!" Then she nonchalantly rubbed her crotch. Well, hearing that only gave me a slight motive to make her laugh, for two reasons. 1.) I really wanted to see her pee, and 2.) She has a cute laugh. So I continued cracking jokes. She said things like, "Seriously...I'm going to start peeing in my pants!" and "I've already peed a little, stop! Haha!" Then we shot something else funny. Doing the same thing as last time, we watched the footage again and I said something funny. Grasen laughed, took a step back, and leaned her back against the wall. Her friend and I watched, still laughing. Grasen, laughing, took a step that turned her, so her back was facing us. Leaning forward, putting one leg down on the ground, then started wetting. "I'm peeing!" She said, still laughing. A stream came from that beautiful ass of hers, through the see-through yoga pants. I went to grab my camera, then stopped. I didn't want to be a perv. So I still watched, as I heard her pee splashing down on the hard floor. Grasen, laughing harder now, fell on her hands and knees. She went to reach for her crotch to stop, but couldn't, as her hand got filled with more pee. So she put her hand back on the ground, as piss splurted everywhere, which went from a stream, until the point where it became a puddle, that continued the grow in size. Finally, she stopped peeing and stood up, looking at the puddle. She turned and looked and felt her ass. She looked down at her legs, which were covered in her own fluids. Now, I don't know what I love more. When girls piss their jeans, and there's a dark blue piss stain on their jeans, or when girls piss their yoga pants, where the stain isn't as noticeable, but their pants stick to them. But that's what happened with Grasen. Sure enough, her pants stuck to the sides of her thighs and legs and ass. She looked up at us. Grasen is no shy girl, she's pretty funny herself. So she laughs, saying "See! I told you not to make me laugh! This is what happens when I laugh too hard!!" She went to the bathroom, grabbed paper towels, and wiped up her own mess. I had other things to do, so after I did them, I went to leave the school's entrance/exit at the doors. I saw Grasen sitting there, still covered in pee, waiting for a ride. This is why I think she, too, has a piss fetish of her own- she didn't see me just then, and considering she was alone in the hallway, she did this. She started rubbing her pussy through her tight yoga pants, obviously aroused by what she had done. I heard a quiet moan from her, as she spread her legs, rubbing. When she saw I was walking through the hallway, she put her hand on her crotch (as if she were hiding her stains) but had her hand on there hard. That was the end of that. STORY TWO: This is a shorter story, it was simply the fact that a friend of mine and I were hanging out at his house, and he started Snapchatting Grasen's friend. This was a few months after the other accident she had. Well, her friend, Sophie, HATES being on camera. So she kept videoing Grasen (as they were hanging out, too) and I remember what Grasen was wearing that day, too. She wasn't wearing her usual yoga pants, instead, she was wearing her tight, light blue jeans. I think she was sitting on a counter or something, I don't really remember that well. But I sent her a snap of me doing something stupid, and I got a Snap back of Grasen laughing again. She was sitting, like I said, really holding her crotch laughing. Sophie sent us a number of Snaps at that point. First it was Grasen laughing and holding her crotch, like I said. Then it was a video of Grasen actually PEEING. It showed her legs open, with piss obviously coming from her crotch, all over the counter or table or whatever she was on. Then another Snap was of her still peeing, with the piss going all over whatever she was on. But one thing I noticed, was that her hands were in the air...she wasn't trying to stop. The next Snap was a picture of the counter or table, without Grasen on it, showing the puddle, with the caption "Smh Grasen" The final Snap was showing Grasen's backside, mostly of her ass and legs, showing the damage she did to her jeans. It was covered, yet again, in piss. And that was that. So I'm pretty sure she did that on purpose. I mean, I think she had to pee, but I don't think it's that easy for someone to piss themselves that easily after laughing. I mean, I'm funny and all, but not piss-your-pants funny. But like I said, Grasen had her hands in the air, and she wasn't trying to stop. So there are a few key reasons why I think she has a piss fetish, too. I don't think this was all that bad for like my second post on here. Be sure to add me as a friend, and message me too sometime! I love meeting people who share the same interests as me. I have yet to actually meet someone where it's DEFINITE they, too, are into wetting fetishes. Thanks for reading!
  16. Hi! I've been a lurker for years and I finally feel it's time to kick the habit! The tale i will tell you is about a girl I used to know well in school, unfortunately we have drifted apart in recent years, but I can still remember it quite clearly. WARNING: There is no acctual wetting in here... It was a "close shave".... youll see no doubt. And without further ado! Let's begin! so it was RE or RS for some people (being British here) and we had landed ourselves with one of the worst teachers in the school; the teacher was very strict,( I can't quite remember her name so we will just call her miss), and to my knowledge we only had two lessons where she didn't shout at the class! One such lesson however had me in raptures. We were queuing up outside to get into the classroom (see! Old Fashioned!) and I remember hearing the girl- let's call her Sarah -whispering to her friend: "God! I need to pee!" her friend replied "just go then!" but sarah just said "Nah I can wait till lunch!" (RE was just before lunch) Sarah was a very attractive girl with curves in all the right places, she had curly brown hair and brown eyes, she was white. And very cute! and so we all filed in, hearing the conversation, I chose a seat closer to them than I normally would, near the back of the class and the lesson began. 15 minutes in and Sarah was squirming around in her seat trying to hold in the yellow lake inside her and the lesson wasn't going anywhere: the teacher was shouting at the class and it looked like we were staying behind after the lesson ended to finish our work (not my fault I was perfectly well behaved!) not for the first time either! I heard Sarah moan to her friend between my conversation with my best mate: "I-I'm not sure I'm going to make it!" "why not?" her friend asked, trying to keep her voice low to save her and Sarah's dignity. "because I have been holding ALL morning and I can't stay behind afterwards! I just won't make it!" sufice to say I was getting quite turned on at that moment but was doing my best to hide it (my friends didn't know I was into omorashi at that point!) another 15 minutes into the lesson had Sarah placing a hand firmly in her crotch to hold back the flow and was rocking back and forth quietly, until I heard her gasp and lean forwards quickly. 30 seconds later she leant back and whispered to her friend: "I just leaked a bit! I'm going to the teacher!" "you sure?" Came the reply. "yes of course I'm sure! I'm at my limit!" she cried! Standing up as she said this. I was really turned on at this point and gave my bulde a little squeeze through my trousers. sarah marched stiffly up to he teacher, her lagoon of pee jolting with each step no doubt, and quickly explained her predicament. The teacher, to exhausted from fighting with the class to care, just waved her out and she practically ran out of the classroom. Whilst she was gone I leaned over her chair to get a pencil of her friend and spied 2 small drops of water on the seat, it was that close to being a perfect day for me (sarah and me don't always see eye to eye, to I'm not worried by her being suspicious of me sitting behind her!) Sarah returned a few minutes later looking very relieved! and that's it! Done! Finito! Please tell me how to improve my writing and whether I was rubish and should shut up below! Thanks for reading!
  17. This was probably one of the funniest moments I have ever witnessed throughout high school along with it being also one of the most sexiest. This girl Mariana and I became pretty close throughout my senior year. She always had to use the bathroom whenever we got into our English class. She would always say the exact same thing to me everyday, "I have to pee." Mariana is a Hispanic and black female. She looked a lot more Spanish than anything. She had very tan color skin and had black curly hair. She was very loud and outgoing and could complain about anything for a good hour and a half. Our school required us to wear a uniform but it wasn't a very strict dress code. Everyone was required to wear a plain colored collared shirt and khaki colored pants. Most girls normally wore skin tight khaki pants. Mariana always added her own style, she would sometimes just end up breaking the dress code and wear a floral pattern collared shirt. The picture below is kind of close to what she looks like, her hair is a slight bit shorter tho. So on this Friday me and her are talking and class is almost over, there is only probably like 15 minutes of class left so we really aren't doing anything. Senior year was almost over, so most kids in the class were just talking and doing whatever. Her and I talk for a bit and I noticed that she hasn't really talked about using the bathroom today, but I put it aside because that would just be a weird thing to bring up randomly. A few minutes go by and she whispers really quietly to me, "I just used the bathroom on myself." I think shes joking and continue to talk about whatever conversation we were having, but Mariana interrupts me and tells me that she is serious. I tell her to stand up and she clearly looks very nervous (we were in the back of the class and most people were in groups on like the other side of the class anyway so no one could really see us), but she stands up slightly just so I could see and there is a big wet spot on her butt, but not too noticeable. She asks me if there's a stain and I of course tell her there is. I ask her why she just didn't go to the bathroom and she says she really had to go and it just randomly came out. So for the rest of class I'm making fun of her now and she just seems to be cool with it now, shes making jokes about it too. The bell rings and I take my sweater off and I give it to her and she wraps it around her waist. She ended up texting her parents and told them to come pick her up. So she was going to leave pretty soon. I walk with her to the main lobby so she can wait for her parents and I will never forget what she said to me next. She said, "Well, Im gonna go home and finish peeing in these!" Although she meant it as a joke, it would be really interesting to know if she ever really did.
  18. This isn't actually a new story, just a description I my accident in school that is more leisurely than the one I posted before. This is a true story about an accident that I deliberately caused myself to have after fantasizing about it for a year. I wet my pants in school, while all my classmates could see me, when I was seven years old. I first began fantasizing about doing this during the previous year, when I was in kindergarten, so I was either five or six. I heard a boy in first grade---a year ahead of me---say that a girl had wet herself in class. I thought that would be horribly embarrassing, and I kept trying to picture what it would feel like physically. I also thought it would be incredibly sexy to be the victim of such an accident in front of everybody. I didn't know the word "sexy" then, so I didn't think of it in that language, but that word fits the feelings I associated with it. Another thought was overwhelming: this can happen. I could be in school and lose control and wet myself. The whole picture of myself having such an accident, and the thought that it could really happen, became something I thought about every day. And somehow I felt that some day this would happen to me. One begins first grade at the age of six, and usually reaches the age of seven before the school year is over, and so it was with me. On or near the first day of class, the teacher mentioned that if the only way to avoid wetting oneself is to run out of class without stopping to ask for permission, that was OK. It seemed as if just doing that would take some courage. This whole scenario was a recurring thought during the whole school year. Each day we took a toilet break in the morning and one in the afternoon, and we could use the facilities during the lunch hour. I think as the weather warmed up in the spring, it began to seem more like a possibility that I could have an accident. I thought: I want to experience this. Why don't I just wet my pants on purpose in class some day? But I also wanted it to be an accident. I remembered having accidents when I was three or four. The way it happened then was I would unexpectedly start peeing in my pants. Sometimes it flowed down my leg into the bottom of my shoe and my sock got soaked, as did my pants of course. Once I had an accident when I was four, when my mother had been trying to make me realize I shouldn't do that any more, and at some point she threatened to make me wear a diaper if it happened again. And one day it did, and she made me wear a cloth diaper and clear plastic pants, with nothing over them. I was dressed that way when one of my mother's friends visited. Somehow I remember it as somewhat embarrassing and vaguely sexy. So I thought: that's what the teacher will do to me if I have an accident. I'll be dressed like that in front of all my classmates. One day the weather was sunny and pleasant and I thought it would be a good day to have an accident, and although I realized I didn't have the courage to just stand there and pee in my pants, I could make myself lose control by drinking a lot of water all day and never using the bathroom. When I got to school I went to the drinking fountain and drank a lot of water. When we took our potty break that morning, I needed to pee, but I didn't use the facilities and I drank a lot of water again. By lunch time I needed to pee badly. On the way to the cafeteria I drank a lot of water. During lunch I had to suppress squirming. After eating I drank quite a lot of water again. When we were all seated in class I thought, now maybe I'll unexpectedly lose control at some point, the way I did when I was four. But what happened was that it became painful to desperately try not to pee. I realized it might be that way for a long time---two hours maybe? I _could_ just go ahead and pee myself. But there's no way I had the courage to do that. Finally I realized it's not going to be like when I was four, and I'd probably just sit there in pain all afternoon. I chickened out and asked for permission to use the facilities. The teacher said "Can you hold it a little while longer?" I actually thought I could. It was going to be painful. I said yes. Some time later the teacher had us all stand up to sing. This seems like an amazing coincidence, since my fantasies had always been about wetting while standing up. It was really painful by then, and I thought about the teacher having said it was OK just to run for it. But I still thought I could hold on, despite how intense it was. So in that state I stood there and tried to participate in singing. Then I thought just maybe I might lose control and wet myself, and I thought OK, why not just go ahead and do it? It's what I wanted to happen. But when it came to the point where I had to actually do it in order to do it, I didn't have the courage. So I still stood there while it got worse. And worse. Then I thought I was in danger of an accident; I might not make it. What would happen if I lost control? Here's what I thought would happen: pee would shoot out in front of me in a long arc, and fall on the floor, and everyone would watch while it happened. For the longest time I just kept thinking that would happen. Here's an odd thing: I had enough courage to deliberately set myself up to have an accident, thinking it would happen, but when I reached the point where I considered whether to go ahead with it, I lacked the courage, and now when I thought a horribly embarrassing accident might happen to me in another twenty minutes, while I was in agony the whole time until then, I didn't have the courage to run out of the room to use the facilities either! I kept reminding myself the teacher had said that was OK. I thought: alright, that's what I'll do. But as soon as I was at the very point of moving toward the door, I chickened out again. So I thought there was real danger that I would wet myself, but probably I'd make it and avoid that. That agonizing state also went on for a long time. While in that equilibrium state where the various forces moving me ended up making this clearly unsatisfactory compromise, something happened: I felt my desperation getting much worse. I then realized it was moving toward the boundary. It would happen if I didn't run for it. Should I run for it? But now another thought affected me: what I had planned for and fantasized about was going to happen. Success. But how embarrassing! How could I have done this to myself? I'd feel my desperation moving toward the boundary for maybe five more minutes and then it would really happen. When I thought I had a few minutes left to wait, I felt the oddest thing happen, that has never happened to me before or since. I lost control but I wasn't peeing; I just knew that it was going to happen in a few seconds. It's too late. I'm going to wet my pants. Right here. This state may have lasted five seconds, but it was long enough for lots of thoughts to run through my mind: __why__ didn't I run for it when I had the chance? Why didn't I get some last warning a few seconds before I lost control, that would have made it possible for me to run for it? I really thought I had a few minutes left; why did I suddenly lose control so unexpectedly when I should have had a few minutes left? I then felt something else happening that I've never experienced before or since then. I could actually feel the fluid moving inside me before it reached my dick and started flowing through it. It's coming! Then I felt it moving upward through my dick. Nothing could stop what was about to happen. Then finally flowing out of me onto my skin, getting my skin and my clothes wet. It was warm. It didn't shoot out in an arc in front of me and it didn't shoot upward, but sideways onto my right leg, and then down my leg. And I thought flowing sideways like that isn't how I'd wanted it. I remembered how when I was four it would soak the bottom of my shoes and my socks would get completely soaked, and I thought: I hope that doesn't happen now. It quickly went down to my feet and totally flooded the bottom of my shoe and kept gushing out. It was many years after that that I realized the bottoms of my feet are erotically sensitive, and maybe that's why it was at that point that my dick stood up straight. Pee started shooting up above my waist, soaking my shirt almost up to the bottom of my rib cage. I'd never pictured getting the front of my shirt soaked. Everyone was still singing; no one else suspected anything was going on except that we were all singing. And then it started heading down my left leg while the flow continued down my right leg. This was going to be a really major soaking. Then the bottom of my left foot got completely soaked and I kept on peeing intensely into my pants. And everyone kept singing. And I kept peeing and thinking in a few seconds I'm going to be the whole center of attention and everyone's just singing. There's a classmate standing beside me singing while I'm standing here wetting my pants. Both legs and my crotch area and my waist and my shirt above my waist are soaking wet I I'm still peeing at full strength as if they weren't wet enough yet, and I can't do anything about it, and they're all singing, not suspecting they'll all be looking at me and watching the incident they'll tell everyone about later. I kept on peeing. And kept on peeing. At some point I thought: OK, that's enough. But I couldn't stop. As long as the pee kept flowing down my legs and a growing puddle kept growing below me, I think it was relatively quite, but then some pee fell _between_ my legs and made a splashing sound. That's what did it. A girl behind me shrieked "-------- is wetting his pants!!!!". Everyone fell silent and I still stood there peeing with great force and unable to slow it down, let alone stop. It kept going and everyone was staring, seeing me do it. The girl's shriek has always irritated me; I've always felt she could have done it differently. She could have somehow called everyone's attention to what was happening in a way that implied fascination with a sight one rarely sees. I think if I had seen a girl having an accident I would have just stared, watching it happen, and not said anything, letting others do that. Over on the Experience Project web site, I woman with a major wetting fetish posted a story (this will seem like an unlikely coincidence, but it's true) that when her third-grade class was singing before an audience consisting of the whole school, she saw the boy standing next to her wet his pants, and she just stared in fascination, and even felt a bit envious because she wanted to have an accident too. I'd have loved having a girl who felt that way see my accident. I wish I could invite all females I've seen on the internet who have this fetish to go back in time and be there to watch. I stood there and kept on peeing my pants in front of everybody. I tried to stop. I couldn't do anything. It kept flowing until none was left. The teacher asked why I didn't run to the lavatory. Couldn't I remember that she'd said that was alright? I think I just said I didn't know. She told me to go to the lavatory now and finish what I'd started. I said there wasn't any left. But she insisted. I just stood there disobediently. And then she insisted more emphatically. I remember the effort it took me to move from where I stood and walk toward the door. I was going to go out into the hallway where people might see me. I walked down the hall, expected to hear someone gasp and say "That boy wet his pants!". No one did. I stood before the urinal and had no pee left. I knew exactly what to expect when I got back to the classroom. The teacher would say I shouldn't be wetting my pants at this age, and now I have to wear diapers. She would make me take all my clothes off in front of the class and put cloth diapers and clear plastic pants on me, and I would be required to sit at my desk in class wearing those and nothing else. I thought that that diaper would have been useful a few minutes earlier. I'd have had an accident in my diaper and no one but me would have known. When I got back to class, that didn't happen. The teacher told me my pants would dry by the end of the day. They actually did. No one ever mentioned the incident to me after that, either in school or at home. Somehow that seems surprising. During subsequent years in school I had fantasies about this happening again, but I never attempted to make it happen and it didn't. I still have all sorts of fantasies about similar incidents, but always involving female audiences who properly appreciate the erotic nature of what happened. Sometimes they abduct me and force me to have an accident, and require me to wear diapers and be the pet wet diaper boy in the sorority house.
  19. Chapter 2 - I Hate Mondays “W-w-w-what was that!?” Sara shrieked. Klein walked up to Sara, calm as can be, and offered her a hand. He pulled her up. Sara unsuccessfully tried to hold back tears. “I-I was working, so, so, hard - sniff - to be good and - sniff - impress my mentor - sniff - and now THIS!” She sobbed. She fell into Klein’s arms. Klein calmly led her into his apartment. “Hey, it’s okay.” He said. “You couldn’t help it. It’s my fault.” He showed her the showers. “Here, get yourself cleaned up and take a nice shower. You’ll feel better by the time you get out.” Sara nodded in response and went in. Klein found a comfy spot on his couch and plopped down on it. He pulled out his cellphone, and called the school. He told them about how he might have sorta kinda broken his apartment and all the surrounding windows. He told them it was “a cost inferred through his actions as a mentor”, so they had to pay it. He also told the school about how well his student was doing and how much he looked forward to seeing her talent. There was nothing about her peeing, of course. Finally, he hung up. “She’s probably ‘bout done,” Klein muttered. He tested the knob on the bathroom door. It was unlocked, so he walked in… and got slugged in the face. He heard the door slam shut. * * * Later, Sara - now fully clothed - sat on the couch with Klein. “You don’t just walk in on a girl!” She cried. “Hey, woah, the door was unlocked!” Klein replied. “And you hit me so fast I didn’t see anything anyway! That’s not following the cliche! You have to stare aghast for a moment, THEN slug me!” “W-what?! Where do you get these crazy ideas?” Sara sighed. “Well, whatever. I guess it’s okay if you didn’t see anything. I did leave the door unlocked anyway.” “Anyway,” Klein said, “We have business to do. You’re unpacked, right?” “Yep!” Sara said. “So, as your mentor, I’m going to train you in the ways of a true Magician. As such, I think we should review your latest battle.” “My latest? YOU did that thing outside!” “Nonsense. That was your fight. I was just assisting you, as your mentor.” “I don’t get what you’re trying to do. Anyway, what was that magic? That incantation was totally bizarre!” “That’s my special technique.” “Special technique? Everyone knows that magic works by making contracts with spirits. You offer to please them, in some way, and they’ll give you their power. Usually there’s a ritual you do every morning. But you said something really weird, and, well, I’m just confused!” “Ah, yes. You see, I… had donuts for breakfast!” Klein said. “What. The. Heck.” “Sorry.” After a few more attempts to find out Klein’s secret technique, Sara gave up. Klein wouldn’t say anything, and the way he dodged questions was absurd. After talking for a while, they both decided to get some sleep. Klein went off to his room, and Sara to hers. She once again rejoiced that she had her own room, and even more that it was locked. (Little did she know, it was actually a requirement of the mentor-student relationship.) Sara lay in bed. Klein was clearly a weirdo. But… she liked him. As a mentor, of course! He was cool, a strong magician, and he didn’t make fun of her when she peed. She was going to like this year of highschool! Sara drifted off to sleep. * * * Sara awoke with a start and sat up in bed. Her pajamas were a bit messed up, so she adjusted her tank top a bit, and pulled her shorts into position. Then she realized she had to pee. Unfortunately, she was also terribly thirsty. Sara reached for her bedside glass of water and chugged it down. She slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. But… The door was locked! Oh, of course it was. And it was locked by magic, too. She’d put the seal there herself. “Unlock,” she commanded the door. It stubbornly refused. “Unlock!” she said again. No luck. By this point, she had to pee pretty badly. If she didn’t get to the bathroom soon, well… you know. She crossed her legs, and commanded the door to unlock once more. It didn’t budge. Whatever. She’d just get Klein up and he could probably open it. If he couldn’t, then the seal would wear off by the morning. But could she wait until the morning? A jolt of electricity flowed through her body as the need to pee increased. She knocked on the door, hoping Klein would hear. She noticed a note under the door. It was from Klein. It read, “I’ll be gone tonight. Hold down the fort, ‘kay!” Great. No Klein. She’d have to make it until the morning. She check her watch, and saw that it was 4:00. The seal would wear off at about 6:00. Two hours. She could do it! She sat on the bed and crossed her legs. She played a game on her phone, and before she knew it, half an hour had passed. The urge was huge now. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, struggling to stop the urge. Finally, she couldn’t concentrate on her game anymore. Sara stood up and bent over slightly. She moaned softly. She was doing a true potty dance now. Finally, she gave up on and dignity she had and gripped her area, crossed her legs and held it with all her might. She spasmed with effort. Suddenly, Sara had an idea. She started to conjure a spell. It was hard with her need, but she managed. She shot the spell straight at her bladder. Her urge to pee subsided. She’d done it! She'd used a generic, weak stun spell to numb the nerves in her bladder, so she could no longer feel the need to pee! With her massive urge gone, Sara lay back on her bed. She began to think about Klein. What was up with his magic? Everything about it was weird. Also, why did that golem attack them? Nothing made sense. Hopefully she could figure it out at school tomorrow. She checked the clock. 5:46. Time was almost up, and she didn't even need to pee! But wait… The urge… It was coming back! The spell was wearing off! Now, she had to pee infinitely worse than before. Every ounce of pressure in her bladder pushed against her, and Sara desperately struggled to hold the floodgates back. She clenched her muscles, she crossed her legs, and she bounced uncontrollably. Just a few minutes more! She had to wait! Finally, 6:00 arrived, and so did Klein. Sara burst out her door and dashed to the bathroom. Victory would be hers! Except for the fact that she bumped into Klein. Klein went skidding across the floor with Sara on top sof him. This was the end of the struggle. Sara’s bladder gave way, and the yellow trickle soaked both her and Klein. Sara began to cry. So much for having an awesome first day, she thought.
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  21. Hello everyone, long-time lurker here, thought I'd finally make an account to post a story I've been working on for a few days. Enjoy. :) Now We're Even If this morning served as any indication of how sixth grade was going to go, my prospects were grim. For one, I slept past my alarm long enough to have to fly out of the house to the bus stop, after getting ready in only the most important ways. Note that in my adrenaline-fueled frenzy to avoid being late on the first day, that list of “most important” things did not include going to the bathroom. That comes into play later. Of course, I make the bus as it's pulling in and relax a little; everything seems to be alright. But unlike last year in elementary school, there were basically no open seats. Being bigger kids, people couldn't fit three to a seat anymore, and none were empty. I'd have to sit with somebody I didn't know on this apparently very full route. I'd made it most of the way to the back when I found a spot. There was a spot next to this Asian-looking girl in a hoodie and headphones, resting her head on the corner of the seat back and the window with her eyes closed. “Excuse me,” I said. No response. I tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up at me. I don't know what it was, but time seemed to stop for a second. While she pulled out an earbud, probably wondering why I tapped her, I just stared at the way her curious eyes looked back at me. “Umm,” I continued, “Can I--” I meant to finish with “sit with you” but couldn't get the words out as the bus jolted forward and sent me tumbling half into the seat and half into her. The shock sent a twinge through my very full bladder, which did nothing to help my hot embarrassment while several kids laughed. She separated herself from me while giggling and made space on the seat. “Yes,” she said, mostly understanding what I wanted. “Thanks,” I said, fixing myself where necessary. I was too shy to say anything else. She put her earbud back in and kept her eyes closed all the way to school. We got there and parted ways. I had a little time to figure out where Mr. Carson's class was, but didn't want to risk hanging out until the bell to start looking. The schedule said he was in “C-202” so now all I had to do was find the C building. The school was absolutely packed, so I had to deal with worming through crowds as well as trying to find either the right sign or at least a map of the school. There were bound to be bathrooms in there once I did find the right area. *Beeeeeeeeep.* The distinct tone of the bell sent me once again running. I made it to the right doorway just as the second bell rang; I found out later the teachers tended to give students slack on the first day, because of course a lot of people don't know where they're going. Too late for me now though, since I was already here, and my bladder really began to protest. I squeezed my hand down on my crotch hard, hoping to suppress its surging and quivering. I didn't normally like to ask to go to the bathroom in class, mostly because you're basically announcing your bodily urges to everybody. But it looked to be inevitable now. I quietly continued my battle, looking around at these new surroundings as the class settled in. Mr. Carson taught honors pre-algebra, so his walls were plastered with colorful posters of math formulas and other assorted brainy stuff. I wondered how hard this class was going to be now that there would be so many letters in the problems. And having to pee was not making it easier to get my head in the game. Before, I just felt full, and it was pressing up into my stomach. Now it was like the pee was actively trying to get out. But I was almost eleven and a half years old. Nothing bad was going to happen. I'd just ask to go when I got the chance. It wasn't really cold in there, but I got goosebumps, randomly shivered, and felt a little pee squirt into my boxers. No big deal yet. It happened occasionally when I had to go really bad, but it didn't show, and never preceded any problems holding it afterward. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the rapidly cooling wet spot. The teacher was an old guy, probably in his late 50s at least, with white hair on the sides and back of his head, rimless glasses, and a big belly. He finished writing his name in capital letters on the whiteboard and sat at his desk, waiting for the last few stragglers to get in. “Alright, folks,” he announced, standing up and waiting for the commotion to die down, “I'm Mr. Carson, nice to have you all. I'm sure you're just chomping at the bit to get started on some math first thing in the morning.” He chuckled at the clear insanity of saying that, the wise guy. “But I like to do a little activity to start us off that will get rid of some of that first-day ice. I see you all found some cozy spots next to your friends or whoever, but here's the deal-- I use assigned seats in here. Alphabetical order by rows, starting with A in this corner. If you know about where you're supposed to be, go that way, and ask the names of your neighbors to find your spot. If you're still stuck, I've got the seating chart up here.” I groaned and joined the mayhem in rearranging ourselves. Dealing with the crowd in such tight rows was not easy while having to go pee so badly. I was hoping against hope we'd be done with the ceremony soon. We had finally found our seats, and I had told half the people in the back that my last name was “Wallace.” I was in the second-to-last seat, but was apparently the very last one on the list, having nobody in the last spot. He went from desk to desk in the front row, handing the kids stacks of papers to pass back. It was the usual stuff-- a syllabus, supply list, classroom rules. On that last sheet was a section titled “Breaks.” It read: --One opportunity to leave the classroom for a break will be given halfway through the period. A pass, handed out at Mr. Carson's discretion, will be needed otherwise. Please time your requests with respect to class activities. “With respect to class activities?” What did that mean? I guessed it was that he didn't want us leaving in the middle of something. But you can't exactly time nature. There was one more paper percolating back through the rows. It was a monster. Simply titled “Benchmark Quiz,” it lay down a series of fifty math problems, gradually harder the farther down they went on the page. “Now, before you freak out,” he announced (too late), you'll see it's called a 'benchmark quiz.' It's not graded, but I'd like to see your best effort. If you dog it on this, you won't be challenged on some material later because I'll think you know less than you do. So do yourself a favor and put forth 100 percent.” I'm already giving 100 percent, I thought to myself, while crossing my legs and trying not to be too obvious about holding it. I looked around at the other kids. They all appeared focused on the work. Was I the only one who had to go? A turn of the door handle drew everyone's attention. The Asian girl from the bus murmured “Sorry” with a meek flash of a smile before sitting down beside me. She had tied the arms of her hoodie around her neck in the meantime, which better showed off her dress; its sleeveless, knee-length cut in turn highlighted the tone of her dancer's body. Her straight-cut bangs and neat ponytail gleamed a deep, lustrous black in the fluorescent lights, which also highlighted the freckles dusted across her nose. I'm not sure if she noticed I was there as the teacher delivered the handouts, whispering “Miss... Wasserstrom? Thank you for joining us.” He returned to the front of the room, where he put some classical music on the radio for atmosphere while we worked. Things went well for a few minutes I guessed, as my spot in the back corner and the music made it easier to fidget without being noticed. Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed 'Miss Wasserstrom' tear a sheet from her binder. Naturally I thought nothing of it, as I had better things to worry about, like the heaving water balloon in my crotch that had me hanging on for dear life. I assumed she used the sheet for working out the harder problems. But then I caught her sandaled left foot kicking out something. She had flipped the paper, intricately folded, so that it bounced to a stop against the leg of my desk. She motioned for me to open it. I girded myself for getting out of the pee-dance rhythm to reach it. I dropped my pencil near it for cover, and secretively grabbed both items. A surge of pressure hit me and I lost more than a small dribble into my pants. I squeezed myself with both hands and was able to stop, of course acting like nothing was wrong when opening her note. “The kid from the bus! U okay?” it said, in attractive, loopy print, followed by a sad face. A glance at her showed she looked back, anxious for my answer. I drew a line under her writing and replied, “Just tired, quiz sucks. U?” I waited for a good opportunity and slid it back to her, resisting another little swell of desperation from the sudden move. Despite that I had to use the bathroom worse than I ever had in my life, I managed to keep a low-profile while holding it, and even beat a good pace on the math problems. I passed the multiplying and dividing ones about halfway down, and started getting into the multi-steps. I had only ever heard about these, so was sort of winging it now. Before long she sent the paper back again. “U look lk u have 2 go potty lol.” Crap! My secret was out, to the one person I'd most prefer not to know. A hot flush prickled up in my neck and cheeks, and I made a point to sit really still after reading that. It didn't work for long. More pee threatened to break through and I had to jam a hand in my crotch and jiggle my leg again to keep it back, all right in front of her. No sense in trying to lie. “Yea rly bad. Need to go like now or we all drown.” I never knew I could be so bold. Here I was, the ever-modest and good student, passing notes in class and telling the prettiest girl I've ever met about my pee emergency. But getting away with it was easy enough in the back corner, and her easy grin drove me to trust her. “Y don't u ask?” her next message said. She had a point. I stashed the note away, raising my hand to catch the teacher's attention. “Yes,” Mr. Carson answered, looking at his seating chart for my name, “Kyle. Question?” “Can I go to the bathroom?” I pleaded with my body to calm down so that I didn't look like a toddler while asking. I also hoped he wouldn't pull the teachers' old “I dunno, can you?” routine. “Can it wait until you finish the quiz?” he fired back. No, I thought. The pee churned inside me, and I had begun to concoct vivid horror fantasies of wetting myself in school. I didn't remember peeing my pants beyond dribbles at two or three years old. If that happened now, in middle school, life over. I could officially move to Mars and not ever worry about wanting to come back. “Um,” I answered, my response lukewarm in comparison to the steamy liquid at the gates. It was just a few questions to go. “I'm done now,” I said, springing up and walking a little too rigidly with my paper in hand. Mr. Carson looked it over at his desk while I waited. “The directions at the top say to try all the problems, Mr. Wallace,” he said, pointing out the wording for proof, “You've only got a couple lines left, so just pump them out and I'll let you go right after.” I returned to my seat, defeated and ready to pump out piss. The girl I only knew as Wasserstrom seemed to understand, giving a consoling expression before focusing on her quiz. My own incomplete paper teased me to the rhythm of Mr. Carson's classical music. These remaining math questions were pure Greek, and it's not like I could focus even if I did understand them. The relentless pee sloshing around made my stomach ache and my lower muscles burn. My body told me the whole time to just let go, but my brain told me I'd hose the room if I did. I kept at it, holding myself and writing what was certainly gibberish for every step. I'd get to go soon. It began to happen before I fully knew what was going on. In one series of pee surges, no amount of squeezing let me clamp down like I could before. Trying to hold it harder this time only caused my bladder muscles to flutter and open. A little trickled out at first, but against all efforts it swelled until I was peeing a full stream right there in sixth-grade math. I just froze. Alarms went off in my head, hot pee slicking my hands as I tried to stop the geyser. It splashed back from my boxers and foamed when flowing over my thigh until it pooled in my chair. I winced when one or two drops ran from the seat onto the floor, praying for the tiny splats to stop. I was so wet. Even my forehead was wet with the sweat that had formed there. There was no way that thunderstorm of piss went unheard the way it attacked the crotch of my pants. But when it let up, the relief enveloped me, and all seemed initially okay. Most of the others were still working on the quiz. A few people had finished and were doodling, daydreaming, or sleeping. Wasserstrom must have been preparing another note while the whole thing happened. She scribbled on it and slid it across. While looking down I noticed I miraculously avoided getting more than a few clear drops on the floor. My jeans must have been thick enough to keep the spilling down. The odor of pee began to waft up to my nose. If not by the sound or smell, I'd be found out by the thudding of my own frantic heartbeat. “Did u have n accident?” her note read. What in the world did she mean? There must have been some people in remote reaches of Alaska who didn't notice, but anyone closer was probably lucky to have avoided being sprayed. It was safe to assume she knew what happened. “Yeah, so so srry! I didn't mean 2 let go. I'm gross and u mst h8 me now.” I dressed up the note with a crying sad face and gave it back to her. I couldn't steady my quivering breaths. It was only a matter of time before the news of my disaster got out. The other kids would know, the teacher would know, my parents... time to start packing for Mars. I wrote in some random numbers for the last couple math problems and lay my head in my hands until Wasserstrom's note came back. “It's ok,” her message said, its letters as lovingly shaped as before, “I don't h8 u. Not like it nvr happns 2 me. U can't evn see it frm here with you're dark pants lol. Jst go anyway to clean up. I won't tell.” Was this real life? This stunningly gorgeous girl was supposed to call attention to my shame, or at the very least, never so much as look at me again. But her reassuring words were there, freakishly real as the pungent, sopping mess in my clothes. But then again, as I looked down at my pants, she might have been right. The jeans were brand new for the school year and really dark. Unless you knew what you were looking at, you would honestly have a hard time seeing the wet spot. And God, she was being amazing about it. Emboldened, I took her advice at the end, turning in my quiz a second time, with the mother of all poker faces while I passed the others and approached his desk. Mr. Carson checked over the sheet as he did before. He gave me a funny look once he got to the last ones, which I didn't even really try. But he said nothing, so I prodded him for the pass. He handed me the protractor which read “HALL PASS” in thick marker. I vacated with a speed somewhere between walking and “fighter plane ejection seat” somehow without running. The hall echoed empty enough. I tugged at the fabric of my pants, stretching it out and rubbing it in an attempt to get dry. The front actually wasn't too bad. Since I was sitting down, most of it ran to my butt. My strategy from then would be to focus on the denim in the back while making sure to face towards anyone who might notice. Walking with your hands behind your back was a little weird though, so I put more effort toward acting natural than trying to fix myself as fast as possible. I made it to the bathroom without incident. As luck would have it, it did come equipped with hot-air dryers. I'd just have to pray nobody came in and saw me using it on my butt. It was right next to the door which opened in, so I braced one heel against it while trying to dry my backside. Of course somebody tried to come in like a minute later, but my technique gave me enough warning to turn around and pretend I was drying my hands. He did his business and left. Once alone again, I looked in the mirror at the remaining evidence. Even what I could see on the back didn't show too badly. I opened my pants button and fanned the back part, airing out the strong stink. If I could get away with the smell, I might be home free. It occurred to me in there that while it was hardly distinguishable amid the bitter funk of stale urine on the floor, the distinctness of my own pee by itself wasn't unpleasant. In a weird way I sort of liked it. I kept drying myself for a few minutes, meanwhile savoring the pissy air and trying to suppress feeling totally filthy for it. Outside of the devastating embarrassment I had yet to completely dodge, it was easy appreciating the novelty and warm relief of having peed all-out in my pants, not needing to care where it went. I returned to class after cooling my heels awhile, content that the reduced scent and wet spot would not give me away. I sat back down a few minutes before the teacher confirmed everyone had finished, so he let the class out for a break. We all filed out to the courtyard. The girl named Wasserstrom called out “Kyle!” and made a beeline to me. It was my recent ordeal or looking at her sunny expression which made it hard to keep standing. “Miss Wasserstrom,” I said, imitating Mr. Carson. She giggled at my impression. “My name's Mei,” she said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, “How'd it go? If I didn't know better I'd say nothing happened.” She looked directly at my damp crotch as she said it. A blush bloomed on my cheeks. “I think I mostly dried out,” I said, my hands in my pockets. Now that we were talking about my accident I couldn't look her in the eyes. “Don't even worry about it,” she said, touching my shoulder. “You saw my note, it's not like you're the only kid to ever pee their pants. It was fun to watch though.” My mouth hung open at her last comment, and I was put back on guard. “Relax! I was kidding. Sort of.” I settled on a nervous laugh. It was pretty clear she wasn't going to shut me out or make fun of me too bad. “You know, you're hard to figure out,” I replied, beginning to get the swing of conversing with her. “You said in the note that the same thing happened to you?” “It has, yeah,” she said, scuffing her foot and angling away a little, “But that's a story for another time. Today is your day.” She winked at him. “So, do you usually make friends with a person by falling on them and peeing in class?” “No!” I answered, aware a split-second too late she was still joking. I rallied decently enough, “Did it work?” “Well, we're talking right now, so yeah.” My boxers were still very damp, but I dared eye contact anyway. Her irises glimmered a deep green, accenting the abstract pattern on her dress. Thank God I was sort of thrown into talking to her, because it never would have happened otherwise. I brought up the first thing I could think of. “So, where is your family from?” “Here, why do you ask?” She put her hands on her hips and acted offended. “Just kidding, I know my name sounds sort of... white. My dad's family is from Germany, and he met my mom, who's full-blooded Chinese, in California. So I look more like her and have a name like an anime character.” “I like it.” Whoever said talking to girls was hard? Here I was doing it while covered in my own piss. Although I was beginning to think it helped a lot more than hurt in Mei's case. We went back to class and did not have nearly as many opportunities to talk, as Mr. Carson had begun lesson 1.1. We received our homework and parted ways after first period. My pants had dried enough by then that nobody could tell what had happened. The rest of the day passed with much less spectacle. Towards the end, I looked forward to seeing her on the bus almost as much as simply getting away from school. Finally, I got my wish. I spotted her looking around near the bus lane after classes had let out. “Mei!” I shouted over the mayhem of bodies, waving to her. “How was your first day?” I asked after jockeying through the crowd. “Eh, it was school,” she said. “Any cool classes?” I probed further. “Not really.” Sheesh. Earlier she was talking my ear off, and now I could hardly get two words. “Everything okay?” I asked. “Yeah, I'm sorry,” she said, her aloof shell cracking some, “I'm just ready to get home.” I left it at that. I felt much better on the way back, now that I had eaten and didn't have to pee half as badly as before. Mei looked out the window, but something was definitely off. She sat stiffly, squeezing her knees together on every hard bump in the road. Seeing as the bus was no luxury car, there were plenty of chances for me to see the pattern. Talking about my accident for most of first period relaxed my nerves to bring up the bathroom subject again. “Do you have to go pee now? You're squirming like crazy,” I chuckled. “Yeah, actually,” she mumbled, giving up the act and pressing a palm between her legs, “The bathrooms here are so gross I didn't want to go.” “I don't blame you; the guys' was pretty gross and it's not as easy for you. We'll be home soon though.” She seemed to want to sit in silence, so I let her. What I didn't expect was how much of a treat watching her desperation proved to be. The twitches around her mouth, the way she rubbed her knees together, and knowing she felt the same things I did earlier all played parts in driving me crazy. I didn't think she would pee herself, but it didn't stop me from imagining. When we got to my stop, she jumped up right behind me, saying “I know my stop is next but I'd rather get off here.” I wasn't about to question it. “Okay,” I said. This day kept getting better. The bus finally roared away and we were relatively alone. Mei grabbed herself with both hands, driving fistfuls of her dress into her crotch now that nobody was around to see. She did little hops around and sang “I have to go potty or I'm gonna pull a Kyle!” to her audience of one. I couldn't help but laugh with her. “You can go in my house if you want, can you hold it until then? It's right over there.” I pointed to the corner of my roof visible behind some trees. She agreed, doing a sort of hobble to cover the distance. I led her in cutting through some tall bushes in the side yard; it was quicker than going around to the driveway and I figured by her pee-dance she would need every second. When I turned back to make sure she got through okay, she let out a series of squeaks, throwing her hoodie off and grabbing me, shaking. I held her while watching a pretty big spider scamper off the discarded sweatshirt back into the grass. Ick. She let go a few seconds later, but I had already felt a too-familiar warmth on my leg for the second time today, right under where she stood against me. Her thighs shined with fresh wetness and big yellow drops pattered into the dirt from the hem of her dress. We were collectively speechless for a moment. She clasped her hands above her head, staring at me with mouth agape. “Ohmigod, I am so sorry! That spider on me was a monster and I just... sorry.” Secretly, I was on fire. What earlier occupied only the pit of my imagination just happened for real. My heart pulsed and I blushed a little, but somehow I kept a clear enough head to play it cool. “It's okay, really. I promise.” “Some of it got on you too though!” She gestured at the wet spot on my knee, easier than before to see in the sunlight. Trust me, I noticed. I insisted it was fine, since I had been way wetter hours earlier. She turned her attention back to herself. “Ugh, my dress is soaked!” she lamented, wringing out the front. I offered, “You can come in and borrow some dry clothes if you don't mind wearing boy stuff.” “That'd be nice, thanks.” She smiled at my offer, bringing heat back to my face. I returned the expression, commenting, “I guess this makes us even.” Maybe sixth grade would go well enough after all.
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