SuperSoaker: So, how much pop did you drink?
WetGirl: Just finished off the last of the 2 liter :(. I feel like I could swim away any moment.
SS: I don't mind if you wet yourself right now.
WG: Of course you don't, but I'm not gonna wet 'em until you're good and desperate.
SS: Who says I'm not desperate now?
WG: I've been watching you, so don't worry Tough Guy. You're trying to look cool and respectable
SS: Well, for your information I think that's the fastest anything has gone to my bladder.
WG: That's what you get for chugging green tea, bub. I told you to sip.
SS: Where's the challenge in that?
WG: LOL. You'll see.
The chunk-chunk sound of a block being tossed into the Return bin broke Robert's attention
and drew his attention towards the front of the square-shaped consultant's table. The burly, long
haired student who had returned the block paused at the exit to give Robert a quick wave. Robert
reciprocated, then turned back to his computer screen. Lisa, aka Wetgirl, had continued to write.
WG: Thank God. I thought he was never going to leave.
SS: Don't think you're off the hook yet.
WG: What do you mean? I gotta pee.
SS: The night is still young.
Robert waited until Lisa had finished typing and was looking up before he showed her the
surprise he had up his sleeve: It was the key to the girl's bathroom. Robert could hear Lisa let out
a frustrated whimper from her desk at the back of the computer lab. Grinning, he slowly walked
out from behind his desk and then made his way towards the left of the lab where the women's
bathroom was. He then inserted the key and turned it. The lock turned with a dramaticCli ck that
echoed throughout the room.
By now he had been smiling for so long that the muscles in his face were beginning to hurt.
Still, this ache paled in comparison to how his bladder was feeling right then. Lisa hadn't been
kidding about the potency of the green tea, and right now Robert was regreting having his eighth
glass of the stuff.
Robert felt his cock stiffen as he noticed Lisa's grammatical error. In his mind he zoomed in on
footage of Lisa's bulging bladder like they did on theCSI shows. He could hear a soft creaking
sound which was similar to the noise a half-dead tree made when it was being blown around
during a wind storm. He imagined the bladder stretching out even farther as the last of the pop
arrived, a stream of urine that trickled in. Robert's mental camera zoomed down towards the
bottom of the bladder where the spinchter was knotted up like a little fist. By Robert's
calculations, Lisa had been holding her bladder for about an hour now so her muscles had to be
getting sore. As he watched, the fisted muscle relaxed a little. Bubbles floated up.
Robert's imaginary ride had left his penis so fully erect that he wouldn't have been able to pee if he wanted to. This was somewhat of a relief, but would still feel embarrassed if he had to walk to someone's computer with a full-sized hard on in his pants.
Lisa was starting to go through her bag of bladder desperation tricks just to stay dry, but nothing
she could do would do more than buy her a few extra minutes. It was right about now that she
wished that she had put on that adult diaper before coming to the computer lab, but decided not
to when Robert said that he wasn't going to be wearing his. Looking back, she realized that this
had been a mistake.
She had suffered accidents lots of other times. Sometimes she did it as a turn on, and sometimes it happened because she couldn't make it to the bathroom on time. This was the first time she had found herself barred from using the bathroom after drinking with the goal of feeling desperate. She had to pee so badly that she wasn't sure that she would be able to control herself once she started to leak pee. She could tell as she crossed her legs tighter that this was going to be an all or nothing sort of deal.
But then, Lisa noticed a glimmer of hope: She had caught Robert in the middle of a long grimace. He turned away to hide his face. He was hobbling as he walked towards the other side of the desk. She thought that he really had lost control when his chest sank below the counter top, but then he stood back up and returned to his computer.
SS: :( Write to me please. I need distraction.
Lisa smiled. The tables were finally turning.
WG: The last time I had to pee this bad, it all came out in one long, hot stream of urine. I feel like I
could pee for days.
SS: That not helping. My underwear feels damp.
WG: How's your hard on?
SS: It's going away.
Lisa had noticed Robert's pants after he had locked the women's bathroom but before he had returned to the sanctity of the consultant's station, but she already knew that holding was a turn on for him. He had told her on the same night that they had discussed their similar fascinations
with full bladders. At the time, she was into wetting herself in public but he was still very private. The the game they played during Robert's third shift at the campus computer lab was more of a compromise. They always brought lots to drink, started holding past midnight, and then waited to see who could hold the longest. The lab usually cleared out by 2 a.m., but tonight the fat guy with the bell bottom pants had thrown off their timing.
Now instead of flirting with danger they both had put themselves smack dab in potentially
embarrassing situations. Lisa felt angry just thinking about the fatso who had messed up their
plans just so he could spend an extra three hours chatting in some gay matchmaking site. She
kept thinking about him not because there was really any point, but the distraction was taking her
mind off of her full bladder.
Robert's bladder was hurting so bad that it took all of his will power not to slam his fist on the
table. His eyes wandered towards the shelf where he had placed the key to the bathrooms. He
thought about how good it would feel to be able to relief himself in the urinal, even if it meant he
would miss the chance to see Lisa suffer the most humiliating pants wetting ever.
Fortunately, he bent over, clenched his teeth, squeezed his legs, and by some miracle was able to stop the urine stream from going any bigger than a fast trickle. As he stood there counting his lucky stars, he began to feel the aftermath of this little leak: a warm wet spot was now weighing down on the head of his now flaccid penis. The shaft of his penis was filled with urine. This was when he realized that a bathroom was required unless he wanted to walk across campus at six o'clock in the morning wearing urine soaked pants.
WG: How ya' doing?
SS: Not good. Just had a small accident :( . I am going to unlock the women's bathroom. Care to share?
Lisa could barely contain her excitement as she wrote her response and then gathered her
strength for a mad dash towards the bathroom. Her bladder pains were so fierce she wasn't even
sure that she was going to be able to stand up! She pushed the chair back away from the
computer desk, then slowly stood up. The ache in her stomach increased to a point where she had
to press into it with her hand. She instinctively pressed her hand against her crotch in a desperate
attempt to cork herself like a bottle.
As she stood up right, she began to lose her balance. She stuck her left hand, the hand that had been on her stomach, outward to try to regain her balance. She wobbled a little longer, then steadied herself. But something else had happened when she had lost her equilibrium. She hadn't noticed the urine that had leaked out, but now there was a damp spot in her panties.
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