Tammy's First Time

True Story F Desp/scat (As told to JohnSniper) September 1986 Tammy:
It happened one day during the second trimester of my sophomore year in High School and occurred at lunchtime. I had just finished eating my lunch in the cafeteria with all of the other students, when the bell went off for the next class. We still had five minutes before we would be late and so I stood up and made my way towards the restrooms, as I knew that the cooldrink, I had drunk, would be entering into my bladder soon and I was also feeling rather bloated. I wasn’t particularly worried, but then I also knew that I had to relieve my bladder before class or I would have a problem. When I rounded the corner and headed towards the block containing the restrooms, I saw a dozen or more girls going in and out of the door. That already made me nervous and once inside, my fears were confirmed, when I saw that there was a line waiting for the cubicles. It was enough to make me start wiggling my left knee around anxiously, as nearly all of the girls there were showing signs of desperation in different stages. Of course, they were all freshman and sophomores like me, which the junior and senior girls were having a lot of fun by taking their time, knowing full well that we only had five minutes to pee and get to class. The worst part was that each of the older girls was purposely peeing as loudly as possible, just to cause more agony to the freshman/sophomore girls. One of the freshman girls lost it big time, during one of these loud drumming pee–in–the–water sessions and doubled over, as pee burst from between her hands and cascaded down over her jeans, completely soaking them in the process. She then ran out, tears running down her face. Once the older girls were out of the way, the lines started moving twice as fast, but there were only two minutes left and far too many girls left over. By now, I was worried, because I had to empty my bladder before class started, otherwise I was going to have an accident and up ‘til now I had managed to avoid disaster on many occasions. The problem was that I didn’t have a strong bladder like the older girls and had never been able to train myself to hold it in for too long, as roughly six to seven minutes after the first warnings of an imminent explosion was my limit. Some of the freshmen girls could hold it in until the end of a class relatively easily, but I (as a sophomore) usually struggled to make it at all and regularly had to sneak out of class with a palm–sized wet spot in my pants. And that was when my bladder was empty at the start of the class. Fortunately, with half a minute to the last bell, I got into a cubicle and yanked down my pants, as a trickle of piss ran down my left inner thigh. I was just releasing my urethra muscles and sighing with relief, as warm pee washed over my labia, when a teacher walked in and started ordering the remaining girls out. Next to me, I heard another girl empty her bowels in a hurry with a lot of farting and plopping noises, before she flushed the toilet and left. I was trying to force out the pee, as fast as possible, but my bladder didn’t want to relax from having to strain to hold it in so recently. What amazed me was just how full my bladder was and by how so much piss was coming out of me in a thick yellow stream. It felt so good, I was stunned by the sheer pleasure of its release. To my utmost horror, I heard the teacher knock on my door and tell me to go to class. I tried to tell her that I still needed to go, but she wouldn’t listen and pushed the door open, which in my haste I had forgotten to lock. I was embarrassed and immediately tried to clamp it off, but my muscles were unable to regain control. It was absolutely mortifying for me to be pissing uncontrollably with someone standing right in front of me and able to see everything. I felt my face flush deep red, as I replied, ‘I can’t stop it. Its coming out too fast…’. To be honest, I have always had a problem stopping once I start peeing. She then told me to get finished immediately or I would be sent to the principal. I didn’t need any further urging and so tried to hurry as much as I could, but it still took thirty seconds for the flow to taper off and eventually stop. I ripped a wad off toilet paper off the roll and stood up to wipe, but the teacher told me to pull up my pants NOW and get to class, so I did that pronto. As I exited the cubicle and headed for the door, I saw another freshman girl begging the teacher to let her go without success and I had to grit my teeth, as a hissing noise came from behind me. Instantly, I turned around and saw that there was a wet stain spreading across the girl’s butt and slowly down the back of her right thigh, as she hovered in a half crouching position. I recognised the girl, as having been in the line three places behind me and that her name was Kate or something similar. It was humiliating to watch and so I left, as quickly as I could, partly because my own bladder was still sore. As the classroom was very close, I made it just as the bell rang and slipped into my chair before Mr. Caglins could mark me late. I was sitting right in the middle of the classroom and could feel the eyes of the girls around me looking at me. They were saying something, which I couldn’t hear, but Mr. Caglins started the lesson before I could try to eavesdrop what they were talking about. To my amazement, the soreness in my bladder disappeared after a couple of minutes and to the point that I actually forgot about it, which was fortunate in that this was 5th period English class and that I was fond of Emma Bronte’s books. I was uncomfortable though, because had not had the chance to wipe myself and so I was feeling sticky where my pee had splashed or dripped from. The first third of the class went by slowly, but without a hassle, until I started to feel my bladder muscles stiffening and all I could think of was the cooldrink that I had had at lunch, but I knew I had just gone and so shouldn’t be needing to go again already. Over the next five minutes, my attention was pulled more and more away from the material that Mr. Caglins was giving us. It was then that I had to stifle a small groan, as I felt my bladder starting to expand and swell with urine. It was the worst feeling that I had ever come across and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I was tempted to raise my hand and ask Mr. Caglins if he would let me go to the restroom, but knew that it was a waste of time, because he never let anyone go, no matter how bad they had to go. On top of that the sky had been overcast the whole day and now had started to drizzle lightly, but with an audible dripping noise. My bladder continued to expand for a couple of minutes until it was actually uncomfortable and then became a growing ache in my abdomen. Over the next three minutes, the pressure increased alarmingly and I felt the first twinge, as my bladder started sending messages to my brain that it needed to be emptied. I was then forced to look at the clock and, to my horror, saw that there was still thirty minutes left in the class period. A cold shiver ran up my spine, as I realised that my worst nightmare was about to happen, because I had never had to pee this early in a class before and I knew that even if there had only been twenty minutes left, I still would have wet myself. I tried to alleviate the pressure by shifting in my seat, as I tried to think of a plan. I was starting to panic, because I knew that I would never survive thirty minutes, as about seventeen minutes total was my utmost limit of endurance without completely peeing my pants. It was hard to think at all, because my bladder was still swelling and I could already see it forming a large bulge just below my belt. The only idea I could come up with was to hold it in, as long as possible and at the very least limit the damage, as much as possible. I felt my chest tighten, as fear dropped into the pit of my stomach, which was feeling strangely queasy too. I had always been able to hold it in long enough to make it too the toilet before and had prided myself on somehow always managing to stay almost completely dry up until now. However, I knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt that I was going to start wetting my jeans big time within fifteen minutes and then the others around me would know the whole ugly truth and start laughing at me. The humiliation would be absolute and within hours the whole school would know everything. After a minute, I had to start wiggling my knees frantically, because the pressure was getting worse, not better, and the urge to pee was coming almost constantly. I kept telling myself not to worry and to relax, in the hope that it might just reduce the problem or at least control it. My bladder was swollen up to the size of a softball and aching fiercely, as a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. About a minute later, I felt my bladder release pee into my urethra and instantly tensed my pelvic muscles, as alarm bells started going off in my head. To add to my torture, the drizzle turned into a full–blown downpour, as my wiggling knees picked up a deepening urgency. Somehow, I managed to last that way for an amazing two minutes, as the rain drummed down on the cement outside, before I felt a small amount of piss escape and get absorbed by the gusset of my white cotton panties. I wedged my left hand into my groin, as I continued to beat my knees together with renewed vigour and started praying for a miracle. One of the boys around me, noticed what I was doing and started whispering to another boy. My face flushed with embarrassment, as this was the last thing that I needed at this moment. I was swearing at myself inside my head, because even a freshman girl could wait twenty minutes after getting the urge and here I was starting to pee myself after only three and a half minutes. I had to be totally fucked up or something and I felt a tear run out of the corner of my left eye, because the situation that I was in was totally impossible. How could I ever show my face at this school again, everyone would be laughing at me. I could already hear the taunting, “Clammy Tammy”. A minute later, one of the freshman girls in the row next to me and infront of me, raised her hand and waited for Mr. Caglins to see her, but when he asked her what she wanted, she tried to whisper. He told her to speak up louder, as he couldn’t hear her, but I knew that he was just torturing her. She then got up out of her seat and started walking over with a mincing gait to tell him up close, but he told her to sit down and tell him from there. It was obvious to me and the other students that he knew exactly what she wanted to ask, but just wanted to make her suffer. Eventually, out of sheer desperation, she stammered, ‘C–c–can I g–go to the restroom, please?’. The other students began sniggering, because they already knew what his answer was going to be and they were right, cause he replied, ‘No. You can wait until the end of the class.’. ‘P–please, Mr. Caglins.’, she pleaded, as I could see that she was fidgeting a lot in her chair, ‘I really have to g–g–go…’. ‘T–tough l–l–luck. Now hold it in and stop being a baby.’, he said loudly infront of the whole class, ‘By now, in high school, you should have learnt to act your age and to go potty between classes.’. A roar of laughter rippled through the class from both boys and girls, but I did notice that not everyone was laughing. I was totally mortified and horrified, as I saw her blush lividly and start crying. There was no way that I was going to embarrass myself like that infront of the whole class of sophomores and freshmen. Just then, I felt another trickle of pee come out of my urethra and pushed the palm of my hand down harder into my crotch, as a soft groan came from my throat. I was in agony, as I tried with all my might to hold on as long as possible, but I was loosing control fast. I crossed my right leg over my left and squeezed, as another trickle of pee came out. The crotch of my panties was growing wet and I knew that soon a wet spot would appear in my jeans, as the pee started to soak through. I felt the colour rise in my cheeks, as I looked over at the freshman girl and recognised her as the Jennifer, who lived down the road from me, but I saw that she had only just started wiggling her knees. I began wishing her to start wetting her pants, as at least then I wouldn’t be the only one with peed pants. An instant later, I felt bad, as here I was wishing public humiliation on another and that made me no better than the juniors or seniors with their pranks. The situation was so unreal, I started feeling like a deer staring into the headlights of an oncoming truck and some part of me screamed this can’t be real, I have never had two major pees in one hour! But the rain driving into the cement outside was a prime suspect, as I sometimes get desperate just listening to rain falling. My bladder was rock hard and roughly the size of a grapefruit, as I felt a stab of pain lance through my bladder each time the urge to pee attacked my resolve to hang on for dear life. The pressure was building up to explosive levels and I could feel my dam getting ready to burst, as I began squeezing down on my crotch for dear life with both hands. It was at this point that I realised this other, really cute guy was watching me from nearby on my left and he obviously knew everything, as he was breathing roughly and his pants were bulging in front. This made me confused, because I had a crush on this guy and, in a weird way, was happy that at last he was paying attention to me. There were only twenty–five minutes left on the clock, but it could have been five hours for all the good that it would do me and my bladder was excruciatingly painful, as the stabs of pain intensified until I thought that I would scream. Jennifer was still in far better shape than I was, because she had not progress beyond an anxious wiggling of her knees. It wasn’t fair, I was bursting and, by all rights, she should have been wetting herself already. On top of that, some of the boys around me began sniggering and whispering to each other under their breath. I knew exactly what they were probably saying too, ‘He he… Tammy’s about to pee her pants!’. The thought caused a squirt of piss to come out and run over my labia, soaking the gusset of my panties, before disappearing under my butt. I didn’t know how much more they could soak up and I tried to squeeze harder, but the twinges of pain was so strong and continuous that it had no effect. I started rocking back and forth in my seat, as another squirt came out. This time I felt a small wet spot appear in the middle of my left palm and start spreading. ‘Oh, no! Not now…’, I thought, as another squirt escaped and then I realised that I couldn’t hold it in anymore. First one squirt came out and then another one and then another, as each squirt released more pee into my jeans and caused the wet spot to grow. Suddenly, a big twinge hit my bladder and I bit my bottom lip so hard that I tasted blood. Piss flooded my crotch, making it get so wet that it shone and I gasped involuntarily, as a spasm ran through my groin up into my bladder. Somehow, I managed to stop anymore pee from coming out and held on until the pressure disappeared. I couldn’t believe it, I had managed to stop before I completely wet myself… I looked at Jennifer and saw that she was now a lot more desperate than the last time I had looked. ‘That serves you right.’, I cursed her under my breath, ‘I hope you suffer, you bitch!’. I then looked around the room and spotted three or four other freshman girls that were starting to get desperate. “Yes, there is a god up there…”. I then looked down at my crotch and my heart sank, as there was a large shiny wet spot right at the junction of my thighs, which was going to be impossible to hide. The stain stretched from just above my pubic area down to about a couple of inches along the inside of my thighs and from oneside of my crotch to the other, as well as a little way under my butt. The worst was that my jeans and panties were absolutely soaked and were starting go cold against the skin of my thighs. I was going to have a hard time walking out with such an obvious wet spot in my pants, but there was a hope of it drying, as the temperature was lukewarm. A minute later, I felt the pressure starting to build up inside my bladder again, as it started to swell anew. I looked nervously at the clock and swore, because there were still over twenty–two minutes left to go. ‘Damn it, just give me a friggin break’. This was impossible, I couldn’t be needing to go to the restroom again, it just wasn’t fair. There was no way that I would survive another wetting, so I had to avoid the danger as long as possible. The only way that I was going to do this was to find something to concentrate on with all my strength and the only thing that came to mind was the lesson. Mr. Caglins was discussing the basic theme to “Withering Heights” and how it affected the main characters, which was quite interesting in how it ran throughout the whole plot. This greatly helped me to ignore the swelling in my groin for five minutes and while it still hurt, I got to a point where I thought that I could maybe just hold it in until the end of the class. I also had a cruel pleasure in watching Jennifer’s desperation grow stronger by the minute, as she was now fast approaching the bursting point. I know that it was horrible, but I couldn’t help getting a thrill out of another girl having to suffer like I had done on repeated occasions. Though I did sympathise with her, as the way she was shaking so feverishly, it had to have been really painful to say the least. She was rocking back and forth with her hands locked in her groin, anxiously pressing downwards with all her energy. Her crossed knees were wedged tightly against the underside of her desk and I could see them clenching repeatedly in a titanic effort to hold closed the floodgates. The others around her could see how desperate she was getting and some started laughing under their breath, as it was obvious that she was about to burst at the seams any second. At this point, I relented because embarrassment and humiliation was too horrible to wish on anyone. Just knowing that someone else suffered with the same problem like me was enough and I wasn’t evil enough to wish on her such a horrible experience. But to my deepening feeling of guilt, I heard her start whimpering, as she began pressing her legs together for periods of ten to twenty seconds at a time and which then grew longer in duration very quickly. I knew she was about to loose control any moment and I prayed for a miracle to happen, but my eyes were glued to her pants, as a soft hissing noise started. I couldn’t see the front of her jeans, but I knew that a wet spot must have been growing in her lap and a couple of seconds later, I saw a wet stain flood the back of her pants soaking them completely, as she slumped sobbing with her face hidden in her hands. It was totally humiliating, as half the class burst out laughing and my stomach knotted in fear, as I realised that that could have been me. The urge to pee came back then and I looked at the clock, flushing with worry, as there were still fourteen minutes left. I knew that I had to hold it in, as I couldn’t bear to face the laughing of everyone in the class, but then I felt my stomach gurgle and cramp. Instantly, a trickle of sweat ran down my spine like a block of ice, as I felt the cramp move downwards. “I don’t need this, please…”, I moaned to myself, as an icy fear gripped my guts. “Please, I didn’t really wish it on her!”, I pleaded internally, as I felt the loud gurgling move into my intestines, but fate was wanting to make me suffer. I knew immediately that my stomach was starting to run from having had this sensation before whenever I was too stressed out. A squirt of piss shot into my pants, as I clutched at my abdomen in a desperate attempt to halt the cramp in its tracks. I saw that, my groin was starting to dry out slowly, maybe even enough before the end of class to go undetected. That was when I overheard the boy behind me to my right whisper, ‘It’s working… ‘. ‘What’s working? ‘, I said turning my face to give him a cold stare. ‘He put stuff in your coke at lunch. ‘, the other boy directly behind me whispered back. Sheer dread flooded through me, like a ton of bricks, as the cramp doubled in ferocity. ‘I’ll get you back for this! Just wait… ‘, I threatened, ‘I’ll tell the principal. ‘. The boy just looked at me and smiled, ‘Go a head. You can’t prove it. ‘. I then had to wince uncomfortably, as the cramp reached my bowels and I felt them starting to fill up. I was amazed at how quickly it filled up and by the heat, as it was intolerable. But worse was the pressure that it placed on my already strained bladder and making my entire pelvic area quake and shudder. I felt so full that I could barely breathe and now I was feeling an intense pressure, as my sphincter began to feel the full weight and pressure of my bowels. I couldn’t let the boy get the satisfaction of making me humiliate myself and so I tensed both my sphincter and pressed my hands into my groin, as I faced the threat of bursting from both sides at the same time. The cramp was incredible and I thought that I really was going to loose everything right there, but some how I managed to hold it all in. However, the next cramp was twice as strong and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to make it until the end of the class period, without completely wetting and soiling myself, as the pressure was too much to stop. I found myself squeezing my crotch tightly in my hands, as I could only completely clench one opening at a time, but even that wasn’t helping. I winced in agony, as I felt my butt begin to expand under the weight of the shit piling into it. ‘Mr. Caglins. ‘, I heard myself whine in agony, as I forced myself to do the impossible. ‘What is it?’, he replied angrily at being interrupted. ‘Please, I need to go to the restroom.’, I whimpered, ‘I really need to go very bad.’. ‘That’s not my problem…’, he responded, ‘Better be more careful and go before class, next time.’. ‘Ooh.. Please, I really have to go desperately.’, I groaned, as a massive cramp rocked my bowels loud enough to make the students nearest me start laughing. ‘Then you will have to hold on just a little bit harder, won’t you?’, he chuckled. ‘It’s not funny!’, I sobbed, as I felt a soft lump of shit push against my sphincter, ‘Please, I can’t hold it anymore… It’s really sore…’. ‘Sounds like a personal problem to me. ‘, He answered, causing the students to snicker. ‘That’s enough!’, Mr. Caglins said loudly, ‘The next one that laughs will spend two hours in detention this afternoon.’. This stopped the laughter instantly, but I was still in Hell, as I was having to squeeze my tortured crotch harder with each cramp to stop from peeing myself, but the effort of clenching my sphincter closed as well was starting to overwhelm me. I felt myself approaching the edge of the cliff and a strange feeling came over me at that point, because the fullness in my bowels was making me feel light–headed and I felt my groin go moist with moisture, as my bowels were rocked by the cramp. I felt burst of piss escape, as tension built up in my groin, and I gasped, as I felt the pee run down under my butt. At that moment, a gurgling fart erupted from my butt, as I squeezed my aching crotch for all I was worth. I was suprised by the pleasant feeling washing over me and swore, because it was almost as if my own body was getting enjoyment out of knowing that I was going to drop a whopper of a dump into my pants any minute now. I was in a quandary, as I no longer paid any attention to the students around me, only to controlling the raging avalanche inside me and limit the damage as much as possible. I could actually feel a new kind of pressure building up inside me that made my nerves tingle through my whole body, especially in my bowels and bladder. It was an oddly almost painful pressure that seemed to ebb and flow, forcing me to bite my lip everytime it threatened to swamp me. At the same time, I still had to continue my efforts at averting disaster during the waves of cramps that battered me. I had myself locked into a vice–grip with my hands wedged between my legs, as I twisted my right leg over the left and wedged them against the underside of my desk. It was all I could do, as I felt the pressure in my bowels begin pushing a hard lump of poop through my tortured sphincter. I tried to stop it, but it just kept moving and growing, regardless of how hard I tried to clench my sphincter closed. I felt it starting to stretch my butt open, as I doubled over in agony, desperately trying to hold it back. It kept on going, as my butt lifted off of my chair, it was huge and hurt my sphincter, as it forced its way through. I had to clench my teeth to keep from crying out, as I felt it starting to push down against the seat of my pants and all I wanted to do was to burst into tears. I was shaking uncontrollably, as this rock–hard spear of shit finally began to taper off until I felt it suddenly slip into my panties. There was no way that I was going to be able to drop my butt down on the seat with this monster, so I had to sink down slowly and with horror I felt it squashing up against my butt. It then bubbled and oozed between the cheeks of my bum, as I sat my butt firmly down again. It felt all warm and slimy, as it filled the whole space beneath and between my butt cheeks. Everytime I moved, it rubbed against my sphincter, which only aggravated to the pressure. At that moment, I felt my bladder starting to throb painfully, as small squirts of piss burst out. I knew this was it, as I didn’t have the strength to stop it anymore and the fact that the freshman girl had already peed herself meant that at least I wouldn’t be the only one with a wet bum. A wave of pleasure washed over me, as my dam burst and I bit my lip, as I felt the piss wet my jeans and start spreading down my legs and under my butt. When the piss finally stopped, my pants were soaked completely from my ankles almost all the way up to my belt in the front and back. There were also two small puddles around my shoes and another puddle under my seat. The other students around me were giggling and whispering under their breath, as the hot piss drenched my pants. I was amazed at how much pee had come out, as my bladder still felt half full and there was just over sixteen minutes left. And on top of that my bowels were starting to rebel from the mistreatment it was receiving. It really felt like I was going to explode at any moment because of my overfull bowels and I had to use all my will power to prevent everything from letting rip into my pants. Fortunately, with my bladder half–empty, I was able to regain good enough control over my tiring sphincter and that just gave me the hope of getting through the period without dirtying my pants. I had no idea though how I was going to make it all the way to the toilets with my pants being so wet and that worried me, because I either had to be humiliated in front of everyone or stay in the classroom and purposely poop my pants. The minutes started to tick by faster and I saw a glimmer of hope at the other end of the tunnel, as the clock reached the ten–minute mark. Miraculously, my pants were beginning to dry out again, but the underside of my butt remained soaked from the swamped seat cushion beneath me. Another nagging worry resurfaced, as I felt my bladder refilling to my disbelief. As weak as my bladder was, there was no way that one cooldrink could have created so much pee, which meant that either the stuff that the boy had given me was squashing my bladder or that he had given me something else as well to make me pee. At nine minutes to go, I was getting desperate again, because my bladder still looked as swollen as before but was solid as a rock and throbbing agonisingly. I started to wiggle my knees again, but had to stop whenever my bowel cramps forced me to clench my butt. The pressure was quickly escalating and with seven minutes left, I was forced to cross my legs and begin rocking back and forth, as the cramps made my bowels rumble endlessly. It wasn’t working good enough though and occasionally, I felt small soft blobs of shit escape from my sphincter. A few of the freshmen girls were starting to panic themselves, as the last minutes ticked pasted and a girl that was close to me, was starting to press both hands into her crotch. She was squirming like crazy in her seat and as I struggled in my own war, I noticed a dark shadow rising slowly up from under her butt. I could see the muscles working in her left arm all the time and then suddenly she let out a startled gasp, as piss surged from her hissing down the back of her jeans. Instantly, my crotch grew very warm, as a spurt of piss rewet it and my hands flew down trying to choke off the flow. At the same time, a fist sized blob of poop squeezed out between the cleft of my buttocks from the first lump, as I realised that I had been clenching them to help cut off the spurt of piss. Suddenly, the class bell rang and most of the students got up and left, except for a few of the boys, who were waiting for me to make a run for it. I couldn’t stand, because I knew that there would be a poop stain on my butt and so I could only longingly sit and watch another girl race out with a plate sized wet spot in her lap. After a few moments, Mr. Caglins came around the classroom and asking if we needed the nurse. Jennifer and the other girl said yes, so I agreed as well. He then walked to the front of the room and phoned the admin building asking that the school nurse be sent. She arrived a minute later with a worried look on her face and I took the chance to tell her about the stuff that the boys had given me and that I still needed to go. She quickly gave the other girls towels to wrap around themselves and one to me as well, as she herded us out of the classroom. The moment that I stood up, the cramps doubled in ferocity, causing me to have to waddle. The nurse noticed this and told me to run ahead. Gratefully, I did this and found the admin build’s door open, as I raced through into the office. The secretary, noticing my desperation pointed out the nurse’s office and the adjacent toilet, which I sprinted into, as a soft wet blob shot passed my sphincter. Immediately, piss flooded my jeans uncontrollably, as I yanked at my belt and then the zipper. Another blob burst out while I was trying to pull my pants down, groaning the whole time and then I felt my last bit of control disappear, as my bowels emptied into my panties with a whoosh. After that I must have past out, because I woke up in the hospital with my father standing next to the bed and I only found out later that the two boys had been expelled for giving me laxatives and diuretics. I was in the hospital for two weeks, because of over–distension of my bowels and bladder.
John Sniper