Sneak away and pee

She gulped and felt herself shiver. She couldn't hold her pee like normal girls, a lesson she had learned the hard way after her accident.

She had been in class after being discharged, and she was giving a presentation in front of the class. As she finished, she felt her crotch become warm, and her bladder emptied itself into her light blue jeans.

The class was in an uproar as she began crying, the urine pouring down her legs onto the floor.

She was escorted out by her teacher in her soaking wet pants. By the time her parents arrived to pick her up, her jeans had dried, a yellow tint showing where her piss had stained the pants.

She shivered again as she remembered that same night, when she had gone to bed only to wake up to another puddle. She had missed school that day, and by the next day, she was in diapers.

At the memory of her horrible embarrassment, in middle school nonetheless, her stomach turned. It was best that she try to go now, consequences be damned. She didn't want her classmates to see her piss herself like in middle school.

She rubbed her thighs together and grimaced as she strode away from her group, ignoring their questions.

She walked further until she came across a groove of trees beside the field, far away from where any group was surveying at the moment.

She squatted, and as soon as her knees bent, piss began bursting out of her. The dirt below her became saturated, and she moaned in relief.

Her piss became stronger, and she was shocked as it built in power for a solid 20 seconds before dwindling into a dribble.