Desperately Holding Back

I open my eyes to see that my alarm never went off and I only have 5 minutes until the school bus arrives.  In a frantic rush I grab whatever clothes I can to put on to get out of the door before the bus arrives.  I put on a green shirt then over my black silk/satin boxers I put on my jeans.

Unfortunately these were jeans that were a couple years old that I meant to throw out because of how tight they were, but I had no time to change and find something else so I reluctantly got into the tight tan jeans, grabbed a big bottle of water and downed it completely by the time the bus came.

I had a 2 hour final exam that I had to do well on so I was up most of the night studying.  When I got on the bus and sat down I finally realized that I never peed when I woke up!  I was in such a rush I never thought to take the time to or I might miss the bus.

I crossed my legs most of the trip as the jeans started pressing into my bladder and figured I’d have 10 minutes once I got to school to pee.  All of the sudden the bus comes to a stop and we’re waiting in a construction zone. 

I was sitting in the back of the bus and considered undoing my jeans and peeing on the floor, but a girl I liked happened to be sitting across from me and would see everything so I sat there bouncing a bit and squeezing my legs.

We finally started moving when the bus driver said we would be getting to school late and we had better rush to class to take our exams.  When I got off the bus I could hear the bell ringing and figured I’d run to pee then take my final.

I ran toward the bathroom when my teacher stopped me in the hall telling me I had better get in the classroom to take my final and that I didn’t want to be marked down a grade for being late. I said the bus arrived late and….. she stopped me and said, well you’re not late so get into class and take the final.

I walked into class and sat at my desk in the back of the room and started working on my test.  Concentrating was very difficult as my bladder continued to fill with the large bottle of water I had when leaving the house.

I finished half the test in the first half hour while constantly squeezing my thighs together.  The way my desk was situated I could not cross my legs under it.  I could almost feel that bottle of water pouring into my already oversized bladder and was so very nervous about my desperate need to pee.

I didn’t want anyone to know my urgent need to pee so I continued to work on my best bouncing my legs a bit and squeezing my legs harder and harder.  One hour had gone by and I was about 30 minutes from completing the test.

As I tried to concentrate I could feel the pee moving up on the inside about halfway to the tip.  I thought I was ok managing to use my strong muscles to keep the pee in.  Another 15 minutes go by and a wave hits me.  I feel the pee creeping all the way to the tip, but still being able to keep it all in.

Being shy and not wanting anyone to know my situation I raised my hand and the teacher came over.  I explained that I needed to use the bathroom and it was an emergency and she reminded me that no one is allowed to leave during a final exam. She could see I only had a few questions left and told me when I turn the test in I can leave.

A few questions later and another few minutes later a stronger wave hits and i feel the pee rush inside me to the tip, only this time I feel a super warm rush in my satin boxers.  I just spurted a very small jet of pee in my pants.

I quickly look down at my tan jeans and dont see any wet spot.  I think to myself just a few more questions and I can get out of here, but my need to pee was keeping me from answering the questions in a timely manner.

Another couple questions complete and then another strong overpowering wave.  This time i feel the rush of pee shooting up and to the tip and out into my boxers, more forceful than the time before, this time lasting at least a second.

Warmth quickly spreads on my satin boxers and down my butt.  I quickly inspect my jeans and still the boxers are holding all of the pee in and soaking it up.  Another quick spurt rushes out and I feel the boxers clinging to me, knowing that any more pee coming out will surely show on my bright tan jeans.

Part of me wanted to just leave the last few questions blank and leave class, but I needed to do well on this test so I continued.  It wasn’t long before I felt my muscles straining to hold the flood I had inside me and the next wave hit a couple minutes later.

This time a forceful stream that lasted 2 seconds shot right into my jeans, this time shooting right through my satin boxers making a faint sssssss before stopping.  I looked at my jeans to see a dark, shiny wet patch forming right where the tip had last the spurt of pee.

A few minutes later another wave hit and another spurt shot out.  I looked down to see the material of my jeans soak up even more as a more audible ssssssssssss was heard.  The girl sitting next to me looked over at me as to wonder what the noise was.  I covered my crotch with my hand to try and hide what happened.

I finally got to the last question when a series of short, but forceful spurts flew up and out the tip right into my boxers and jeans.  Each spurt came with a soft hissssssss and i felt a massive warmth between my legs, on my thighs and the back of my jeans.

Then it happened. My muscles began to give way and a very slow, but steady stream of pee was shooting out.  I did everything I could to stop it, but as the seconds passed my muscles started weakening.  The slow stream became harder.  My muscles completely gave in and soon my body was actually pushing the warm pee right into my jeans.

I gasped, then moaned as the flood gates let go.  The soft hissing became a violent sshshshshshshshshshshshshshhsshhhshhh that everyone around me could hear.  Heads turned wondering what the sound was.  Someone shouted, it sounds like running water.

I watched my jeans as they partially became see through, pee puddling up my thighs as my legs were still closed.   I gave in and opened my legs as the torrent of pee continued to hiss as I sat there helpless.  Pee then flowed off my chair as a waterfall and down my legs into my sneakers.  Pee was flowing so quickly out of me some shot up the front of my shirt, turning it a dark, shiny green.  I could see the black boxers through my jeans as I pissed as hard as my body pushed it out.  The jeans glistened from top to bottom as I peed over a minute straight.

People started giggling and laughing, but all I could do was wait until my huge bladder was empty.  Soon the loud hissing became softer and the last few spurts of pee shot out and i was finished.  I finished the last question as the teacher came up to me apologizing for now letting me leave. 

I turned my test in which i did great on and walked out of class.  Wanting to hide what I had done I walked through the empty gym where I had access to the school pool.  No one was in the pool area as everyone was taking finals.

I stood by the edge and jumped right in.  In all my clothes jeans, shirt, sneakers, everything to hide when I had done.  I got out of the pool completely glistening with no signs I ever peed my pants.  I told a friend of mine I got pushed in the pool and he gave me a ride home, never finding out what really happened.

Nathan had been clenching his cheeks tightly for the last 25 minutes as he and his friends wandered around the mall. He didn’t want to admit that he needed to take a loose shit, so instead he just hoped he could hold it in. He had never liked shitting in front of an audience, especially if it was with anyone he knew. He was now getting quite desperate and knew if he didn’t head to the men’s room soon, he would be in trouble. 

He finally mentioned that he needed to quickly hit the restroom and began walking away. Unfortunately, his friend Ryan said that he would join him. As they made their way there, Nathan prayed that Ryan would quickly piss and leave. When the got to the men’s room, it was completely empty as well as silent. Ryan ended up needing to take more than just a piss and took the first stall. Nathan took the third stall and both guys dropped trou. 

Ryan broke the ice first and loudly farted before crackling some shit into the bowl. As he baegan pissing loudly into the bowl, Ryan sighed and said, “ahhhhh, that felt so good. Nothing like taking a load off!” 

Nathan contemplated holding it in until Ryan left, but he could no longer clench the wave of shit that was begging to be let out. He groaned quietly under his breath as an absolute explosion of shit rushed into the toilet. 

“Dude, did you just shit your brains out?!?”, Ryan said as he burst out laughing. 

Nathan didn’t respond and instead had another equally explosive wave of shit plaster the porcelain. He farted loudly a few times before finally finishing up. 

Him and Ryan met up at the sinks while Ryan joked that the stall may need an out of order sign after the beating it had just taken. 

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I sighed with frustration as I stood at the top of the quarter pipe. This trip to the skate park was going to be a busy because of a rumbling in my stomach. I couldn’t focus on my tricks and the slightly crampy and bloated feeling was proving to be a total nuisance. I was diapered under my tan joggers, but there was no way I wanted to walk home with a load in my pants.

Deciding it was best to take care of my discomfort, I decided to start for home. As I walked through the park, the dull cramps in my stomach gave way to some soft gurgling. My body grew tense and I clutched my stomach through my soft black hoodie. Ugh, this was bad!

I felt a cold sweat break out across my brow as my steps grew uneasy. My muscles we’re beginning to clench and I suddenly felt my desperation growing. I was a champ at holding it; why was I freaking out?

I increased the speed of my careful, small steps. It felt like at any moment, my mess was going to make a swift exit into my seat. To make matters worse, I realized there was some kind of large gathering going on in the main park. I couldn’t turn back now. The fastest way out of the park was to quickly navigate through the crowd.

As I carefully and quickly weaved through the people, the desperation intensified. I could feel a warmth signaling that the load was ready to make an exit. My jaw tensed up and I drew in a breath. Just a few minutes and I would at least be out of the park.

Suddenly, someone bumped into me with enough force to knock my skateboard out of my arms. It was like slow motion. As I reached out for it, my concentration broke and my muscles unclenched.

As my board went crashing to the ground, my stanced bowed as a warm, sticky log forced it’s way out into my seat. The pressure caused it to mash into a sticky, muddy pile as more poop came churning out with a stream of loud crackling.

“Are you okay?” I didn’t even realize that the guy who bumped my board out of my hands had been watching me with a mixture of pity and hesitation on his face. I immediately felt the searing heat of embarrassment wash over my face as this guy watched me helplessly poop in my pants like a toddler. I silently nodded slowly and scrambled to crouch down to retrieve my board.

Crouching was a mistake. The mess intensified and the sticky, thick warmth spread and smeared across my seat. A slight scent wafted upward, but luckily my hoodie kept too much from wafting further.

“Unggghhh!” I gave a push and kept my eyes down to the ground. Crouching in my shameful state of filth, I couldn’t bear to look at the people staring at me. Overcome with embarrassment, I began to uncontrollably wet my diaper as well. I grabbed the front of my pants out if shock and gasped. The flood of sticky poop finally stopped, but it felt as if I had five pounds of warm fudge sitting in my diaper.

I quickly grabbed my skateboard and waddled away from the crowd. I knew that the back of my pants were bulging and sagging badly at this point. As I walked, the messy warmth mashed against my bottom and I felt myself instantly get hard. I felt ashamed and embarrassed at my reaction, which made me feel strangely hotter. Once I was out of sight from the crowd, I hid behind a dumpster and felt my seat.

The warmth was intoxicating and I sighed as I began to knead it slowly and heavily.