Jake went in the door to Mrs. Harrison's English class.
She looked up and said, "Mr. Smith, so glad you could join us. Please take your seat so we can resume this class."
Jake took the empty seat in the back next to Ben. If Ben had noticed his new attire he didn't say anything about it.
Ben leaned over to Jake and said, "Man, Coach was really giving you hell. You must really feel the need to piss—" Ben was going to continue to talk about how he was always pressing teacher's buttons and pissing them off. But Mrs. Harrison cut him off. "Ben if you and Jake don't sit quietly and let me teach I'm going to give you both detention."
Jake didn't reply to Ben or Mrs. Harrison. He felt his jaw clamp shut as if someone had put it in a vice. Then he felt his bladder begin to stain. The urge to relieve himself was overpowering but Jake could not bring himself to raise his hand and ask for the hallpass. He strained against his body's desire to relieve himself and he felt his eyes start to water with the effort.
He couldn't piss himself. He had to get Mrs. Harrison to let him go to the bathroom.
Then, it was happening. He felt a heavy stream of piss arch up from his dick and soak his chest and abs. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak. He couldn't do anything as he felt the droplets splash his chin and run down to form a puddle that his dirty socks sat in.
Jake was mortified. He had pissed himself. He was coated in the foul smelling liquid. People within eyesight began to stare. Jake still didn't say anything but that didn't stop Ben...