Online Class - One Shot

While the pandemic has made life difficult in many ways, one of the things I actually didn’t mind so much was online school. Yes, it was harder to really feel like you were in school. You had no real routine, weren’t really meeting new people, and the profs felt more distant than ever. But, at the end of the day, I was home. I didn’t have to worry about walking or bussing in the rain, wind, snow or cold. I didn’t have to worry about getting hungry and having to spend money on a fast-food lunch out or buy an expensive coffee. I could have the water in my house, not the gross water in the school facilities. My favorite part was the fact that I didn’t have to use a public bathroom anymore.

No longer would I have to lay down a carefully placed ring of thin toilet paper around the toilet seat and become self-conscious when I needed a number two and there were other girls in the room with me. And no longer would I have to wait in line for the toilet and risk any embarrassing accidents…or so I thought.

I don’t have the strongest bladder in the world, nor the strongest bowel control. What can I say? I’m petite, and I drink a lot of coffee, water and other liquids. I pee a lot. So whenever I’m forced to hold it, my body just isn’t used to the strain. Since I’m already embarrassing myself later in this story, I should cap this bladder talk off by saying that, right before the pandemic hit and my classes moved online, I was standing in line for the bathroom at school when my body straight up said no, and I wet myself in front of two other girls in line. I ran away and got my brother to pick me up and take me home, but the embarrassment still lingers, and I’m grateful that a few days later, I didn’t have to show my face there for what’s turned out to be another entire year of school.

Well, to continue embarrassing myself, I need to tell you about my midterm. So I have a pretty slammed schedule, and on Thursdays, I have classes from 10 am all the way to 5. My last class is a 300-level stats class that goes from 2:30-5. I only have it once a week, so it’s not the worst thing in the world, but it is annoying how long it feels. This is also one of the rare classes where the prof requires you to be on camera, especially for the tests. Well, this last class I had a midterm, and I was nervous about it to begin with.

When I was about 20 minutes into this two and a half hour exam, I felt my lunch and my third coffee start to catch up to me, fast. My bladder began to fill and feel uncomfortable, and my stomach shifted and grumbled, warning me of something big to come. I shifted in my seat and tried my best to ignore it, continuing with my exam.

Forty-five minutes in, my bladder was screaming at me. As I said before, my body doesn’t do well with holding my pee. Especially since I’d been at home for the better half of a year, I was so used to just getting up out of my seat, carrying my laptop to the bathroom, and relieving myself during class whenever I felt the slightest urge to. My stomach grumbled loudly, making me look up to see if I had myself muted as the sound surely would’ve been picked up. My prof perked up in his chair with my movement and went over his mic:

“Please keep your eyes on your papers; I don’t want to have to repeat that.”

I shot my eyes back down and tried to focus on the question again. I knew how to do it, but with the strain of my bladder and my bowels knocking at the back door, I couldn’t focus. I shook my head and hunkered down, and managed to get through the next question before a sharp pain in my stomach caused me to wince, and my bladder contracted. I kept my eyes on my paper but started to blush as I felt a very fast and warm spurt of pee shoot out into my underwear. I controlled myself, but my heart was racing. I didn’t have much longer.

At the hour mark, my bowels were fed up, and I was carefully trying to let some air out if it felt safe. The first few passed okay, but the third one required a bit of a push, and immediately after the gas passed, the mess was there awaiting exit. I clenched hard again, squeezing my buttcheeks together with all my might, but a chill washed over me, and I knew this was the end.

At the hour-ten mark, I lost control of my bowels. Even though I was sitting in a chair and fighting it back, they pushed out with all their might. I sighed, knowing it couldn’t be helped as I felt the tip of the mess hit the back of my panties and pushed. In an instant, my backside filled with a warm sticky mess, and I was raised up in my chair an inch. My nose wrinkled at the grossness, and I casually looked up at the time. Still an hour and a half left, and I was sitting in my own shit.

At this point, my bladder must’ve been jealous because another spurt managed to push itself out, then another, then another. The spurts slowly started to flow together until a steady stream of piss was flooding into my sweatpants and down my legs. A puddle pooled on the chair, eventually overflowing out the back and sides. I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of the piss combine with the warm stickiness of the mess and nearly cried from embarrassment.

But with another casual look up to my computer, I realized something: no one could tell. I had just pissed and shit myself halfway through a midterm, and no-one was the wiser. After a few minutes of wallowing in the discomfort, I pushed through my test and finished a few minutes early. When I turned my camera off and finally stood up to look at myself, I couldn’t help by start laughing. I was such a mess, and after wiping down the floor and the chair, I threw myself into the shower for a good 30 minutes.

As the water washed away the accident, my mind went to “what if that had happened in normal classes?” I cringed as I felt the imaginary eyes on me and what people would say. That’s when I made the promise: If I ever have to take a 2-hour test in public, I’m wearing a diaper.