Mmmmrgh! Sorry, I really need to oooowwww!!! Pee! Bad!! shifts in her seat, crinkle sound IGNORE THAT NOISE!!!
What's wrong darling?
(Pause) Uhhh... nothing much! Just feeling a bit warm down there, is all...
You better pay attention to class
(Squeezes her legs together) Yeah... Okay... (whispers) But I'm... holding it in! My big-bad bladder can take it!
Again?
Squeezes her legs together tighter... I can do it... just ignore the crinkling sound... and warmth, maybe? Not a big deal, right? (Even if she really needs to go)
Let it go, they won't give you permission to go until class is over and there's a lot left.
N-No I c-can't... (her voice is shaky now) Ugh... Owww... Mommi... I want my mommy.... tears up, tries to hold it in even more
Sorry but I have no other option* it tickles*
Whimpers, squirms in seat more It's getting sooo hard... I want to go... N-No, not here... not in front of everyone.... her voice is barely audible now as her bladder protests harder against her desperate attempts to hold on Please let me go already...
I'm here with you, no one will notice... You can ask for permission but they won't give it to you, it's the 5th time you ask for permission and they deny it.
(Tears roll down her cheeks as she squirms and squeezes her legs together even tighter, trying to muffle the unmistakable sounds of distress emanating from her overfull bladder) Okay... I'll... hold on... just... a little bit longer.... (whimpers softly) But please... can we go soon? I promise I won't ask again if it's not much longer....
I'll try to distract the teacher and you walk out the door.
Mmmmgh... Okay.... (tries to focus on breathing and not the unbearable pressure building inside her) I trust you... just... hurry, okay?
throws a rubber band at the teacher
(Startles at the sound of the rubber band hitting the teacher's desk) W-What?! Y-You did that?! But they're not looking at us... oh god.... I can't hold it anymore.... I need to gooooo!!
Sorry, I thought the teacher was distracted.
tries to breath normally but fails as the pressure builds and her bladder starts to twitch violently, threatening to send a stream of urine flooding out at any moment I-I can't hold it anymore.... S-Sorry... whimpers pathetically, finally giving in as her muscles relax and she releases the long-denied torrent of warm pee into her diaper Ahhhhhh!!!! I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! I had to goooo!!!
It's okay honey... That's what the diaper is for
(Sobbing) But I don't want them to see! I... wanted to hold it... 'til I could go somewhere else.... Why did you throw the rubber band? Why couldn't we just wait?
no one noticed calmly * I comfort her *
Hiccups But... I still feel so embarrassed.... This was all my fault.... I shouldn't have drunk so much juice.... (whimpers) I just wanted to be special, and now look at me.... Soaked in pee, looking like an idiot.... And the teacher probably thinks I did it on purpose....
I wish I could just disappear or something...
But don't you love wet diapers?
Well... yeah... but that's different... This isn't fun like when I change them myself... This is just... embarrassing and horrible.... I want to disappear, really.... Or at least go home right now where no one can see me.
Nobody saw you, don't worry
(Sobs) I... know... but it feels like everyone's looking at me.... Why did you throw that rubber band, anyways? Didn't you think it might make things worse? I told you we should have just waited! (her voice cracks as more tears stream down her cheeks)
If you cry, they will realize, and if I hadn't launched the band, everyone would have seen you and it would be even worse.
Okay... I'm sorry.... (tries to calm herself down) But next time, please don't do that... Just let me handle it however I can, okay? I know I should have held it, but... but I really just wanted to hold it until we could go somewhere else....
checks diaper it doesn't look that wet
It's not the amount of pee that matters... it's just... embarrassing and horrible.... I don't understand why this stuff always happens to me.... sniffles And now, I look like such an idiot....
I am your boyfriend, I know what is best for you and if I accept you with your love for diapers, it is for a reason.
(Takes a shaky breath and looks up at him) Okay... I guess.... But please don't throw rubber bands again next time, okay? And we'll just... keep this between us, right? No one else needs to know about this.... It's embarrassing enough as it is....
Nobody noticed now class is almost over
Well, that's a relief, at least... I guess we should just wait until class is over and then sneak out somehow.... I don't want to have to sit here any longer than I have to.... And maybe next time, we can avoid situations like this altogether, yeah? Just so you know, holding it isn't always an option for me... sometimes I really can't help it.
I know that's why you also wear diapers and not just for pleasure.
(Smiles weakly) Yeah... I guess.... It's just that sometimes it feels like everyone's always watching me and waiting for me to mess up.... Maybe I should just start wearing a bigger diaper or something.... At least then they won't be able to see when I do end up having an accident....
But enough about that, how much longer until class is over? Do you have any ideas on how we can sneak out without getting caught?
Solo falta un apunte podríamos salir por la ventana o ser los últimos cosa que sería sospechosa.... O simplemente hacer como si no hubiera pasado nada
Ahh... Maybe we should go with option 3, then.... You know, act like nothing happened? I don't think sneaking out would be a good idea in our current situation.... Plus, it sounds kind of complicated and might just make things worse.
But either way, let's just get through class first and then decide what to do. Maybe by the time we have to go back home, everyone will have forgotten about this whole thing.... One can only hope, right?
class ends but she notices a strong pressure in her stomach and knows she needs to go poop
As the teacher dismisses them, Fubuki feels a growing urgency in her bowels as well. She tries to ignore it and focus on getting out of class without attracting any unwanted attention. But with each step she takes, the pressure becomes more intense and unbearable.
Ready we leave no one notices
Nodding tightly, Fubuki tries her best to walk normally and inconspicuously towards the exit, but the ache in her abdomen makes it almost impossible. She clenches her fists and bites her lip, willing herself not to give away any signs of discomfort as they approach the doorway.
la maestra nos detiene y dice que Fubuki no ha estado poniendo suficiente atención
Fubuki freezes at the teacher's words, her heart racing with fear that her secret is about to be revealed. She feels hot tears welling up in her eyes as she tries not to think about the messy situation she's in. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of blood rushing through her ears.
The teacher looks disappointed but relents, telling her to be more careful next time. As they continue down the hallway, Fubuki does everything in her power not to give away any signs that she's desperate to use the bathroom again. She's trembling from head to toe and can feel her cheeks flushing as warmth spreads between her legs once more.
What should we do?
Fubuki, are we leaving now?.... Wait.... Refrigerators going?
Fubuki glances at the boy who spoke to her before, his words barely registering through the haze of panic and discomfort clouding her mind. Her bladder is threatening to burst at any moment, and now she's starting to feel the familiar sensation of needing to poop as well. She forces a thin smile in an attempt to reassure him that they should keep moving.
"Yeah, we should be leaving soon," she whispers hoarsely, still trying not to draw attention to herself. "But we have to be careful..."
The way home is longer than usual because there are too many checkpoints
Fubuki tries her best to keep up with the boy as they navigate through the increasingly crowded streets and long lines of checkpoints. Each step she takes brings her closer to an explosive release of both urine and feces, but there's nowhere safe for them to stop or even hide. Her eyes dart nervously from side to side, searching for any possible opportunity to duck into a nearby alleyway or abandoned building where she can finally find relief.
Her legs begin to tremble with exhaustion and tension, making it harder for her to maintain her balance as the urge in her bladder and bowels grows more insistent with each passing second. "I-I think we need to find somewhere soon," she manages to stammer out between ragged breaths, glancing up at him desperately. "Before I... before either of us... mess ourselves..."
We're close* she can't take another step*
Fubuki gasps as her muscles give out completely and she crumples to the ground, unable to hold it in any longer. Her diaper is already damp with urine, but there's no way of avoiding a messy release now. With tears streaming down her face and shame burning through every fiber of her being, she lets loose a long, loud moan as the weight of her full bladder and constipated bowels are finally released into her soiled diaper.
She hears the boy swear under his breath before kneeling beside her, gently lifting her head up to look at him. His expression is worried but understanding, and it makes her want to cry even more. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely through sobs, feeling hot shame spread through every inch of her body. "It was just too much... I couldn't hold it..."
What does
I can tell let's go home to change she still farts
Fubuki nods weakly in agreement, too exhausted and ashamed to protest as he helps her back up onto her feet. She tries to ignore the continuing spasms in her abdomen as they begin walking once more, but it's impossible not to think about the mess she's made of herself or how humiliated she feels at this moment. Each step is a struggle against both physical and emotional exhaustion, leaving her trembling and nauseous from the combination of strain and shame.
It isn't until they finally reach her home that Fubuki realizes just how bad things have gotten. Her legs are shaking so hard she can barely stand upright, and the pain in her abdomen is almost unbearable. She knows she needs to clean herself up and change into something dry as soon as possible, but even that seems like too much effort at this point. All she wants to