The Fib and the Flood

Quickly the gears of Gina's mind began to turn. Lying was one of her specialties. If lying was an olympic sport Gina would have a gold medal for sure.

"Well Mrs. Tompkins, I was driving to school this morning and there was construction work happening on the normal route I take. They were only letting one car through at a time and the line was so looooong. Being the impatient girl that I am, I decided to take a detour. I was on a street I haven't been on before when I suddenly hit a pothole. I got a flat tire and had to wait for a mechanic. Oh, and if you don't believe me just ask my brother, Tom. I was giving him a ride today." Gina bluffed, holding back a smile at the quality of she had concocted.

"Oh um, well. Sorry to hear that sweetie. You may go back to your seat now if you would like." The english teacher said, giving in to the innocent act the high school girl had mastered.

Just as Mrs. Tompkins finished talking a chill ran down Gina's spine. Her eyes widen and her face went pale as an all too familiar urge grew within her. Lying may not be an olympic sport, but it did earn Gina something gold.

What this can't be right. Curses aren't real. This can't be happening. Not in front of all these people. I'll be ruined. The bratty girl's mind raced as the situation in her bladder evolved. Soon it was unbearable.

Then it happened. The moment she was dreading most. At first, it was just a trickle. Then another and another. Soon it was a steady stream. A warm sensation engulfed her crotch as her thin pink panties absorbed the fresh urine. Gina's cheeks blushed red with shame as she felt the hot liquid run down her bare legs. Everyone's eyes were on her as one by one they began to comprehend the spectacle. To her horror it was Lauren, Gina"s rival, who broke the scilence.

"Oh my god! Look everyone, Gina's pissing herself." Lauren exclaimed.

The whole class watched as a puddle formed around the naughty girl's ruined shoes. Its mass increasing with each passing second. Then as laughter began to erupt in pokets throughout the classroom, Gina felt the stream increase in pressure. Her already soaked panties did nothing as the fluid passed through them and cascaded onto the floor. The sound of the stream colliding with the puddle was enough to bring the class to hysterical laughter. All Gina could do was stand there in shock as she peed herself like a child. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her red cheeks. Soon she was outright bawling. She had been the top dog when she walked into class. Now she was pissing like a dog.

After what seemed like forever (but in reality only a minute) the stream slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. Gina's crying did not and neither did the laughter. Even Mrs. Tompkins couldn't help but giggle at the brat's humiliation.

"Well dearie, that was quite the ordeal." Mrs. Tompkins said after several minutes. "Why don't we get you a volunteer to walk you to the nurse sweetie."