Omorashi One Shots

The Field Trip (Teacher Omo)

Mrs. Stevens sits in the back of the class, one leg crossed over the other, while the rest of her class sits at the tables arranged for them. While all-- well, most the students have their minds on what the scientist is teaching them--Mrs. Stevens has her mind on... Other things.

The entire 5th grade had gone on a field trip to the Argonne National Labratory, and everything is going well so far. Well... Except for the fact that Mrs. Stevens has to go to the bathroom. Luckily, it isn't a dire need, where she was absolutely bursting, but it was still bugging her.

She scans the class, making sure that all her students are paying attention. Then, she takes a few sips of her water bottle. It isn't like few sips was going to greatly affect her need. However, she keeps her legs firmly crossed.

     She was wrong about the sips not being very effective... Five minutes later she feels the pressure on her small bladder increase a small bit. Calm down, Martha. This is defiantly something you can handle, She thinks. However, she can't help squirming and fidgeting in her seat. She hopes this will go by quickly, even though she wasn't desperate, she would still love to relieve herself. But each passing moment feels like an hour.

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     After about 20 minutes, her class moves to the next room, where the next scientist is waiting to talk about something different. As they walk through the hall to the other room, she glances at her watch. To her dismay, it's only 10:30... Which means she'll have to wait another hour and a half, before she can go to the restroom. Just thinking about it makes her sigh.

     As they pass by the other classes, she quickly stops and walks to the other teachers, Ms. Anderson & Mrs. Martinez. "Hey, are we going to have any breaks between going to each class, or are we going to wait until lunch?"

     "Hmm," Ms. Anderson says. "I don't know. What do you think, Lucy?"

      "Uhhh, I think we should wait until lunch. Another hour won't kill them." Mrs. Martinez responds.

     "Oh. Ok." She says, slightly disappointed. She was really hoping for a quick bathroom break. Then, she turns on her heel to follow her class to the next room. At this point, she would jump at any chance for relief.

     In the next class, all she can do squeeze her thighs together, and grabs the sides of the chair, gritting her teeth. She wants to give her crotch a tight squeeze, but she can't do that. She was in a classroom with 25 students and another adult! She was not going to grab her crotch and act like a child!

     At this point, if the man teaching the lesson asked her something, she would probably have no clue what to answer. She's trying to ignore her need and listen, but it's kind of hard when her bladder is starting to get rather full. She gently rests her soft fingertips over her bladder. She blushes, feeling how firm and swollen it is. It's going to be okay... Calm down, Martha! It's... She glances down at her watch, and mentally screams. What?! Really?! Only 10:49?!

     The scientist's voice jolts her out of her thoughts. "Ok, you see those microscopes on the tables? Yeah, I'm going to pass out object for you to look at through them. Then, on a sheet of paper, I want you to record what you see."

     Oh no... She squeezes her eyes shut for a few moments. Ms. Anderson wanted them to take pictures to be put in the year book... Which means she'll have to get up and walk around...