She waits

Hopping up and down in her seat, Ashley presses her hands into her crotch. She feels like she is going to explode! Suddenly, the traffic begins moving again. Whew! Momentarily relieved, Ashley focuses on driving as the pressure in her bladder subsides for the time being. Ashley pulls into the parking lot just as the 8am bell rings, gathering her things and rushing to her classroom (as much as a diaper and a full bladder would allow). When she finally arrives at her classroom, Ashley finds the door has already been unlocked and students are filtering in. The principal stands at the door.

"I'm here, I'm here!"

"Oh, thank God! We're short staffed today. There's a crazy flu going around and half the staff is out! I'm relieved you didn't catch it"

"Can you watch the students for a minute? I need to take care of something"

"I would if I could, but I need to cover both Math and Science classrooms across campus. Take care of it at the break"

The principal hurries off, leaving Ashley alone with her students and the returning pressure in her bladder.

Luckily, Ashley is able to pawn off her class to Shakespeare for the time being. Sitting at her podium at the front of the room, the class reading aloud as a group paragraph by paragraph, the pressure in Ashley's bladder grows and grows and grows. Maybe she can let out a little...

One spurt.

Two spurts..

Thr-- "Miss Em?"

Ashely loses control for a moment as she feels a significant flow of urine hit her padding before catching it a full second later.

"We finished the chapter. What should we do now?"

Ugh. This is one of Ashley's good students. Moving to the whiteboard with her back to the class, Ashley begins to write reflection questions on the board. She knows the material fairly well, but Ashley is having trouble focusing after her bladder had slipped. Halfway through writing the second question, her legs begin to shake. Ashley feels herself losing control. As she finishes writing the second question and moves to the third, Ashley feels a sharp pain in her abdomen. While nothing medically concerning, the sudden pain causes Ashley to bend slightly at the waist, supporting herself with a hand on the whiteboard as the other hand moves to the source of the pain: her bladder.

This was no longer a spurt. This could not even be classified as a stream. A torrent of urine shoots out of Ashley and into her nighttime diaper. The hiss of urine sounds deafening to Ashley as she feels her padding expand and sag (only constrained by her thin pantyhose). After what feels like an eternity, the flow subsides, leaving Ashley with a diaper rivaling the damage from her frequent nighttime accidents.

"Miss Em?"

Ashley composes herself and meets the gaze of her student.

"We finished the chapter. What should we do now?"

Ugh. This is one of Ashley's good students. Moving to the whiteboard with her back to the class, Ashley begins to write reflection questions on the board. She knows the material fairly well, and finishes writing the instructions without issue before moving to her desk at the side of the classroom. As the bell rings, Ashely's students slowly file out, leaving their classwork on her desk. As soon as the last student files out, Ashley bolts out of the classroom toward the teacher's bathroom.