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Perhaps some of you will remember me from the very first days of the old message board.
It would take far too long to tell all the origins of my fetish, but recently I was remembering one of the early incidents.
There’s only one thing worse that wetting yourself in school, and that is the other kind of accident.
I won’t mention my age, for some will think it is too young for a forum like this, but others will think it was far too old for this to happen.
It was on a school trip. We had to get special permission because of the length, a two hour trip into the city to the big art museum. A lecture, a tour of the galleries, lunch at the museum cafeteria, and then the ride home. After lunch I started to feel a little uncomfortable. But going to the bathroom before the bus ride back I didn’t have to poop.
Once we were on the bus though, it was like the movement of the bus started a movement within me. I felt uncomfortably full, stuffed even, and remembered that I hadn’t pooped in the morning like usual. Things quickly went downhill, and I began to really feel the need for a bathroom.
I waited as long as I could, but could feel everything churning inside. I didn't think I could last all the way back to school.
With maybe a half hour left to go, I carefully made my way to the front of the bus. I told my teacher that I needed a bathroom stop soon, it was an emergency. She asked the bus driver, who said he was not allowed to make any unscheduled stops. She asked him again and he refused.
She told me I would have to try and wait. I must have looked frightened, she told me to sit next to her in the front seat. Just what I needed, sitting next to the teacher in the front, now that half the bus knew I was desperate for a toilet.
I tried to hold it, I really did. But I started getting cramps and I knew it was going to come. I started to feel a little start to slide out. I couldn't let that happen!
I clenched every muscle in my body, and pressed my butt into the seat, hoping the pressure would help hold it in. But then another cramp hit, and it all came out at once in one huge mudslide. I could feel it hot and wet between my legs and knew it had seriously overflowed my underwear. And it smelled terrible.
I hung my head in shame. My teacher tried to comfort me, giving a tentative little hug, but how much comfort can you give a girl sitting in a pile of shit in front of her school class? The smell guaranteed that everybody would know exactly what had happened.
When we got to the school I just kept my head down and closed my eyes, hoping my life would just end there. The teacher got everyone else off the bus and into the class and sent the school nurse for me. It was amazingly awful.
I was home "sick" for the rest of the week. And yet I couldn't stop thinking of it...
It would take far too long to tell all the origins of my fetish, but recently I was remembering one of the early incidents.
There’s only one thing worse that wetting yourself in school, and that is the other kind of accident.
I won’t mention my age, for some will think it is too young for a forum like this, but others will think it was far too old for this to happen.
It was on a school trip. We had to get special permission because of the length, a two hour trip into the city to the big art museum. A lecture, a tour of the galleries, lunch at the museum cafeteria, and then the ride home. After lunch I started to feel a little uncomfortable. But going to the bathroom before the bus ride back I didn’t have to poop.
Once we were on the bus though, it was like the movement of the bus started a movement within me. I felt uncomfortably full, stuffed even, and remembered that I hadn’t pooped in the morning like usual. Things quickly went downhill, and I began to really feel the need for a bathroom.
I waited as long as I could, but could feel everything churning inside. I didn't think I could last all the way back to school.
With maybe a half hour left to go, I carefully made my way to the front of the bus. I told my teacher that I needed a bathroom stop soon, it was an emergency. She asked the bus driver, who said he was not allowed to make any unscheduled stops. She asked him again and he refused.
She told me I would have to try and wait. I must have looked frightened, she told me to sit next to her in the front seat. Just what I needed, sitting next to the teacher in the front, now that half the bus knew I was desperate for a toilet.
I tried to hold it, I really did. But I started getting cramps and I knew it was going to come. I started to feel a little start to slide out. I couldn't let that happen!
I clenched every muscle in my body, and pressed my butt into the seat, hoping the pressure would help hold it in. But then another cramp hit, and it all came out at once in one huge mudslide. I could feel it hot and wet between my legs and knew it had seriously overflowed my underwear. And it smelled terrible.
I hung my head in shame. My teacher tried to comfort me, giving a tentative little hug, but how much comfort can you give a girl sitting in a pile of shit in front of her school class? The smell guaranteed that everybody would know exactly what had happened.
When we got to the school I just kept my head down and closed my eyes, hoping my life would just end there. The teacher got everyone else off the bus and into the class and sent the school nurse for me. It was amazingly awful.
I was home "sick" for the rest of the week. And yet I couldn't stop thinking of it...
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