User: Melanie77

Disgusting freak!!!

My breasts are really big too and sometimes it can be hard to find the right size of bikini to fit me.

That morning, I woke up, as always. I got out of bed, went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her, undressed, and got directly into the shower. After a nice, relaxing fifteen minutes, I got out, tied a towel around myself, and went to her bedroom again, to pick out her clothes. I put on some tight-fitting little shorts and a tank top that really showed off my already impressive breasts. Something felt off to me. I ignored it and then I ate breakfast and went to school.

I went to my first period class like normal. About halfway through the class, I realized what had seemed off this morning. I had forgotten to use the restroom. It had now been ten-and-a-half hours since I had last emptied my bladder, which now, I was suddenly realizing, was incredibly full. Okay, just take it easy. After this class is over, I’ll just stop by the restrooms and everything will be fine. Unfortunately, everything was not fine. After first period, I dashed straight to the restrooms. They were locked. NO! Take it easy. I’ll just ask my second period teacher if I can go to the restroom and I’ll find another open one. At the beginning of second, I approached my teacher. “Can I go to the restroom?” I asked, keeping her voice in check. “Sure, take the hall pass.” He said. I grabbed it, left the room, and positively sprinted toward the science building; there was a single Girl’s Restroom there and it was closest. Upon arrival, I noticed that the door was shut! I yanked at the handle desperately, but to no avail. I decided to check the only other student restrooms on campus…the lunch-area restrooms. Unfortunately, they, too, were sealed up tight. I returned to second period and sat with my legs squeezed together. I have to go so bad, but there isn’t an open restroom on this campus! I can’t wait another thirty minutes, much less six more hours! I had the most uncomfortable second period of my life. All I could think about was when were the restrooms finally going to be open. At the ten-minute break, I looked for an accessible restroom while desperately holding my very full bladder. “I have to go to the bathroom so bad!” I said, still bobbing. Wait! What about the restrooms out by the portables? Sure enough, there were restrooms out by the portables, and sure enough, they were locked too! I nearly cried. I can’t take this!!! I have to use the restroom now!!! Wait, the locker rooms! I’ll wait until next period, and when we change into out swimsuits for class, I’ll use the toilets in there. I entered my third class of the day, trying desperately to keep myself from wetting my pants. The minutes crawled by. Finally, after the longest class of my life, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel…the P.E. restrooms. I approached my teacher. “Could I go and use the restrooms inside the locker rooms?” I said, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. “Sorry, we have orders to not let anyone use the locker room restrooms. The water system’s all messed up and it could flood the locker room. I’d give you a key to the Staff restrooms, but they’re out also. Sorry.” My last little ray of hope was gone. The “full to burst” sensation constantly growing in my bladder seemed to skyrocket! This is ridiculous! I shouldn’t have to go this badly during school! There are supposed to be open areas where students can relieve themselves!!! The P.E. class went into the locker rooms to change into our swimsuits. I pulled off my shorts, and with a start, pulled them back. I had originally thought that the shorts were adding pressure to my bladder, when in reality they were helping me hold it in! Without them, I nearly lost my little control completely. I removed my tank top and bra and put the top of my swimsuit on, a fairly revealing bikini top. Then, as quickly as possible, I removed my shorts and underwear and quickly pulled on the bottom. It wasn’t as tight as the shorts, but it reduced the pressure a little. We all hopped into the pool. My situation grew exponentially! Water. This increased my desperate need to use the restroom! Control yourself. You can hold it. You can hold it. It took every amount of concentration and a lot of self-discipline, but I managed to hold it in just long enough to get out of the pool. Now came the hard part. After swimming in that chlorine, I had to get a shower, but I didn’t think I could hold my bladder without the pants. I decided to try. I stripped and headed to the nearest shower, crossing my legs and jumping up and down. My now-exposed breasts bounced with every jump and movement. I washed myself off, and after a torturous shower, I gratefully put on the tight pants again. Only this time, it did little, almost nothing even, to ease the pain. Groaning, I put back on her bra and tank top, not bothering to pull the top down to a very revealing level, as I usually did. Fifth period found me in the same boat. I can hold it. I can hold it. I can hold it. I kept telling myself. My bladder was about to explode under the tremendous pressure. The shorts were doing nothing for me anymore. After a horribly uncomfortable fifth period, I walked past the science building and noticed the single boy/girl restroom that was tucked into a corner. I sprinted towards it, only to find it locked too. I really hadn’t expected to find it available anyway. I sat at the very back of my sixth period class. I crossed her legs, bounced up and down, and rocked back and forth. My situation was dire now. My only thought was that soon (it had better be soon, or I was going to wet myself) I would be home, with a nice, open restroom. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, that faithful bell rung, and I began to walk pretty fast towards my house. My bladder was way too full now, and I guessed that I only had about five minutes to get home before I couldn’t wait any more. I had two streets to cross at the corner, and as luck would have it, that on its own took five minutes. When I finally made it across the streets, and almost to my house, I doubled over. I have to go NOW!!! I barely made it home and emptied my bursting bladder!

My boobs are very sensative, especially when they are hit by something. However, when my C-size breasts bounce, I don't feel it at all, and they bounce a lot.

I don't know about you. but it seems to take some of the pressure off of my bladder.