She continues AND turns on the Morning Announcements

“Rachel, could you go turn on the TV so we can watch the morning announcements… and could you grab me a stool, please? I’m going to sit here for the time being and help Mr. Doe. And turn off the lights, please.” A blonde girl got up and first brought Mrs. Kunt a stool to sit on from the back of the room, before going to the front, and reaching up to the power button on the front of the wall-mounted television. She then went over to the door and turned off the lights.

The opening credits rolled, and the announcements began. I only half paid attention, as I REALLY had to pee all of a sudden, and I was concentrating on holding it, lest the currently hand-job administering homeroom teacher catch wind of it and **** me to do something embarrassing. The first story had to do with the almost absolute lack of males in the school due to what people are just beginning to call a "gender epidemic." They reminded students not to panic because females were supposedly completely immune.

Next, they announced that the upcoming school dance would NOT be cancelled because of the lack of one gender. Same sex dates would be allowed, even encouraged, in an effort to move on from the tragedy.

The next announcement concerned a meeting scheduled after school about the possibilities of implementing an official school uniform policy. They said that anyone interested in discussing the possibility should attend, and that it will be open to all students.

Finally, the message I had dreaded the entire time. The one about me. The student newscaster, Jane Hollows, wore her fiery hair in two orange-red pigtails tied with white ribbons, and wore a preppy orange sleeveless sweater, through which you could see her fairly large breasts rise and fall as she talked or breathed. She looked into the camera, and began the next announcement.

“You may notice a lone male student who is completely naked on campus today, and well, for the foreseeable future. This student, John Doe , is operating according to medical orders, relating to the male epidemic,” As she said this, my picture came up behind her.

“In order to prevent further development of the disease, John must relieve all pressure on his body. No clothing may be worn, aside from socks and shoes, and his penis must remain uncovered at all times.” The picture of my face was replaced by a close up of my genitals, complete with Mrs. Olivia’s red painted manicured hands, and a bead of precum. “He must drink a liter of water every period, to keep hydrated.”

“Because of the massive rapid build up of sperm in John’s scrotum, a side effect of the illness, he must masturbate at all times, and will be able to ejaculate nearly ten times as many times as a normal healthy male, and each load will be much, much larger. Furthermore, there is the matter of his blatter. He must relieve himself as soon as he feels the urge, right then and right there, no waiting to go to the bathroom. He has been told not to concern himself with trying to avoid hitting other students and staff, and Mrs. Olivia asks for the entire school to cooperate in these matters. To address your concerns, the school’s health department reminds you that there is no health risk from ingesting urine, as there is little to no bacteria in it, and it is essentially just warm water."

“Semen, on the other hand, is actually healthy for the body. It contains proteins and vitamins that are released into the body when ingested, and when applied to skin, studies show it improves skin condition, removes excess oils, and moisturizes.” Hearing this part, Mrs. Kunt looked down and scooped up some precum which had gathered on the tip of my penis, held it up for me to see and looked at me questioningly. I half nodded yes, half shrugged, and she dabbed the substance on the corners of her eyes, where crows feet would form if she had actually been old enough to get crows feet yet. Apparently she was interested in prevention. Glancing at me from the corner of her eye, she turned away where I’m fairly certain she licked the rest of it off her finger, apparently wanting the nutrients it contained as well. It would have been quite a turn on if I didn’t have to pee so badly.

“In conclusion, there’s no need to avoid John’s various excrements, and doing so might in fact encourage him to hold it, which could be highly detrimental to his health. If asked by any school medical staff members or anyone acting on behalf of said medical staff to assist in John’s care, compliance is appreciated and is required.”

“This is your correspondent, Jane Hollows, signing off from Student News. Thank you for watching, and have a fantastic day.”

By this time I wasn’t particularly concerned with the announcement. I had to go so badly by this point I was literally squirming in my seat. I really had no idea what to do, but Mrs. Kunt hadn’t seemed to notice yet.

There were still several minutes left of homeroom, minutes that typically found Mrs. Kunt behind her desk, grading papers for her first period class, and me, clothed, nose in some book or listening to music. Yet this was a hardly typical day.

I wondered if she still had papers to grade, and how she would be able to get them done before next class. I didn’t want to bring it up, however, because I thought I’d seem ungrateful for her help. I noticed her glance at her watch, however.

I sat, trying not to squirm, trying not to make it apparent I really had to pee, and wondering if I could hold it until the end of homeroom. I waited for either the class to end or the teacher to say something.