The First Experiment

Samantha's Soggy Studies

Samantha sat at her bedroom desk, toiling away at her homework. She had put off her assignments for far too long in her usual fashion of procrastination, and now she was facing a late night awake if she hoped to finish by tomorrow's morning class. She paused her typing to take a gulp from a can of her favorite energy drink, knowing it's high caffeine content would aid her in her tasks.

Placing her drink back down on her desk, Sam stretched her legs and wiggled her bare toes, already fighting the urge to find a distraction from her work. It was mind numbingly boring, and her least favorite subject; not to mention, her worst. A bad combination considering she needed to do well on this semester's remaining work.

Thirty minutes passed quite quickly, then before Sam knew it, an hour. She'd definitely put a decent sized dent in her workload, but still had a fair amount left to finish. She once again raised her drink to her lips, but this time only got the last few drops, having finished all sixteen ounces of it's contents. She frowned, crumpling the can and tossing it into her desk side trash can, and turned her attention back to her work.

Fifteen minutes into doing so, however, a familiar twinge alerted Sam to a growing need in her bladder. While the caffeine had done it's job to keep both her brain and body awake, it also did it's job of stimulating her bladder, making the liquids inside of it feel all the more eager to escape. Sam shifted in her seat, leaning over to cross one leg over the other in her pale blue pajama pants, and glanced up at the clock, trying to remember the last time she'd visited the bathroom. Four hours? Five? Either way, it had certainly been long enough. Pressure already seemed to be growing by the second now that Sam was fully aware and focused on her need, and she bit her lip stubbornly, scissoring her legs briefly back and forth.

Memories suddenly flooded back to Sam, of when she sat in this same spot in a similar predicament just two weeks before. That day she had wet her pants, right here in this chair, on this very same laptop. This time, however, she was thankfully alone; although she had managed to get away with her accident, the experience was obviously nerve-wracking.

But...in a way, at least after the fact...Sam had realized she'd liked it. That immense relief when she lost control, the warm wetness that spread across her lap, flooded her bottom, and soaked her chair. Sam had needed to spend that afternoon scrubbing her mess with baking soda and vinegar, not to mention washing some unexpected laundry, but thinking back to what happened still didn't seem to make her upset. If anything, it made her smile.

Sam leaned back in her chair, and briefly touched her fingers over the top of her full bladder, lifting up the bottom of her baggy black T-shirt. There was something so freeing, so relaxing, and so...exciting, about sitting in this chair and peeing her pants. Something Sam would have never expected, until it actually happened to her.  Something she could do again, she thought, as she awkwardly waddled out of her chair to fetch the bath towel hanging out of her laundry hamper that already needed washing.

Sam potty-danced in front of her chair as she carefully folded the towel, layering it into the ideal shape to prevent any possible leakage. She placed it across the seat of her chair, then carefully sat down on top of it, still fully clothed. A twinge of excitement coursed through her body, tempting to her to just let out all of it now, but Sam fought back against the urge and instead turned back to her work.

She had found it impossible moments before to focus on both her bladder and her studies, but now with things in place as they were, Sam was free to forget about one of them. She stopped holding back, relaxed her body, and immediately felt a burst of warmth spreading between her legs.

Samantha once again felt that blissful relief as she emptied her bursting bladder into her panties, pajamas, and towel, the thin fabric of her lightweight pants offering little resistance against the force of her stream. The pink towel began to darken, absorbing what Sam's clothes could not, as she leans back and closes her eyes, enjoying every bit of this moment.

The pressure continues to fade, the warmth continues to spread, and the spot on the towel continues to darken for at least half a minute before Sam's bladder expels the last of it's contents. She opens her eyes, smiling, and looks down at herself, both amused and impressed by the extent of the damage she'd done. From the way she was sitting, her light blue pants were soaked from hip to hip nearly down to her knees. Not to mention her bottom, which was still partially submerged in a soggy puddle. The towel, although thick and folded, had nearly failed to contain Sam's pee, each of it's layers being fully soaked through with the beginnings of minor leakage dripping through to her chair.

Gingerly standing up, her pee dripping from her butt as she does, Sam quickly heads to the shower to clean up, deciding a break was finally in order and thankful for having her own bathroom. She had definitely found a new hobby for herself, in a rather unexpected way.