Trapped in the University Passage

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This is a true story, although heavily dramatized the core events actually happened and are told from my point of view.

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I awoke the morning abruptly, still pitch black darkness outside my bedroom window and, yet I still had to be ready quickly to make it to University for the morning. Due to my living arrangements at the time, I would wind up arriving to the University at around 5:45 AM, with most buildings generally closed and locked until 7:00 AM.

However, one building was available and housed the computer lab that I spent most of my time in anyway, so it often worked out for me to get in there in time.

As I woke a bit later than normal, I rushed much more quickly grabbing a drink of water and a very quick shower before rushing out to the car. As I made my way to the University, a trip that was around 1 hour in length I felt my bladder pressing itself against my waist band and realized some considerable discomfort starting.

I forgot to go pee in the morning before leaving, but thought no matter about it; since I can use the bathroom once I get to the University. I arrived, as usual and made my way into the building to the computer lab. After dropping my stuff off in the locked room, I walked in slight discomfort towards the bathroom. I’d never used the bathroom in the very early hours at the University, it never dawned on me that the doors to the bathrooms much like most buildings were locked until 7:00 AM as well. I had no idea where to go at this point, I had to go pee pretty badly, and figured I could hold it for a bit by all means; but an entire hour or more was quite a stretch. There was no security offices that I was aware of, and no other buildings that would be open at this time that I knew of.

I did however know of a way to get to another building via an underground passage, and so, I tested my luck to get into there and check those bathrooms, as I walked through the doors into the staircase that leads to the passage I’d felt sharp pulses around my abdominal muscles, the force squeezing against my bladder fighting to hold back as much as it can. I stopped, taking a few deep breaths pushing my way forward feeling some stress and anxiety building. Each step felt like it was squeezing my bladder tightly and no matter how I adjusted my way of walking it felt unbearable making each step difficult to make.

Luckily, the doors to the passage weren’t locked and I walked through into the passage way, the pressure against my bladder had relaxed a little likely in part with the relief of stress that I could just get into the other building. However, each step was still uncomfortable a hot pain still radiating against the pressure of my bladder and it had this tingling sensation that flowed around my entire abdomen and a bit through my upper legs.

I had a better pace walking calmly along the flat passageway instead of going down stairs, and made my way quickly through the passage, it’s not too far to the other side as the buildings were close to each other anyway. I made it to the staircase that leads up the stairs salihli escort to the other building. As I went to take the first step, the extra pressure of walking up a step was a bit too much, and with a shock a few short drips of urine escaped lightly dampening my underwear.

I froze, regaining composure and tightening my muscles, which being already tired felt exhausting throughout my whole body. As I walked up the rest of the steps trying to go as quickly as my body would allow me to walk, a short spurt of urine escaped quickly warming my crotch, and more thoroughly dampening my underwear, the warm dampness was very noticeable around almost the whole of my genitals. However, as I once again froze, retightening my muscles my bladder crying in pain I was able to stop the flow completely. I grabbed toward my crotch quickly to check the damage, and the dampness was noticeable on the outside of my lightly coloured jeans. Fortunately, despite being able to feel the dampness with my hands, there was no visible wetness.

I made it to the top of the stairs, and went to push the doors open and they were locked. Fear flowed through me, as I didn’t know where else I could go at this point and it had turned from an urgent need to an immediate emergency. I couldn’t think of where any other bathroom was and there was no way I could make it much farther or hold this much longer. I stood there, stunned, shocked, scared, and my bladder pulsating in pain.

I cautiously made my way back down the steps, to head back toward the other building. Maybe there’s hope as occasionally the computer tech gets to the building at 6 AM to set-up the computer lab. Maybe he will have a key to a washroom. I check my phone, and it was already a bit past 6 AM, it hadn’t felt like it’s been that long as I’ve been making my way around in search for a toilet, so maybe there is some hope.

The small spurt of urine had fortunately relieved some pressure from my bladder. I began making my way back toward the other side of the passageway again to go back into the computer lab, although every few steps I felt as though a couple drips were leaking out into my underwear with almost each step but I couldn’t tell if I was actually leaking as I walked. I tried to pay no attention to it, focusing on my breathing, my steps, and holding my muscles tightly. The pressure was still at a solid 9 out of 10. I make my way back to the doors that lead to the staircase of the building that I came from, and I grabbed the door handle to turn it. It felt like an ice cold dagger through my body as there was sudden resistance against the handle. The door was locked… How was it locked from this way? How do I get out of here.

I panicked, I’d just come threw here, is there any other way out of here? I’m trapped in here and my mind went racing, there’s no bathroom down here and I was still in agony. There’s some class rooms and storage areas down here, which would all be locked as well; and I only knew of 2 exits on both sides which were both locked shut. I glanced samsun escort around looking everywhere, there has to be some sort of emergency exit here.

My need to use the bathroom mixed with the fear of being trapped down here raised to a solid 10 out of 10, the pressure was violent at this point feeling like my lower abdomen was going to burst open and with the now mixed waves of anxiety.

I felt urine trickle out in my panic, a slow but steady stream, and my attempts to flex my muscles were just fought in vain. The trickle which lasted several seconds was not a stream by any means, but a steady light trickle much larger than a few drips at a time. At this point, my light blue jeans were visibly dampened around the crotch and around a quarter of the way down one leg. The dampness to the touch left a coating of liquid upon my hand.

As I stood still looking for another exit, my hand just rested around my genitals and my mind continued racing entirely unable to think clearly of where I was going to go or what was happening and my hand just continued to get more damp. I couldn’t tell if I was still slightly peeing, or if the dampness was just wicking outward around my pants. However, I was pretty certain that I was able to manage and stop the flow, I once again had felt that I had a minor amount of relief.

I went to check each door for any exit, but I only managed to get past a few doors before more drips, abruptly followed by a 2nd longer spurt, a stream forced it’s way out lasting at least a few seconds greatly relieving the pressure from my bladder before slowing a to a small trickle and stopping once again.

My pants were now damp down to the knee on one side, and the whole crotch was visibly glistening with the dampness under the fluorescent lights of the passageway. My stomach was aching, whether from the stress or the remaining pain in my bladder I couldn’t tell for sure. I took another deep breath, my whole body was now fighting against me, and I felt an overwhelming feeling of stress and fear.

I stood more upright, taking another breath and though the anxiety subsided slightly there’s no hiding this, however, if I can make it back into the computer lab, I might be able to get my pants dry before many people show up for the morning. I also have a change of clothes in my bag I carry with me in case I stay the night at the University instead of going back home. However, I still need to find a way back to the computer lab or all is lost.

Unfortunately, my muscles were far too exhausted, it wasn’t even a few steps before a momentary feeling of confidence and relief was shattered, as a sudden spurt of liquid flowed into my jeans met with a contraction of all my abdominal muscles giving up against the fight. The spurt turned into a hard, forceful stream; and there was no chance, no way I was fighting the battle no matter what. I tried, my muscles were not co-operating, it was as though my body had control of my muscles completely stopping me from flexing them to stop the flow. My entire body was sancaktepe escort cramping, as piss poured itself around every possible crease in my jeans. The crotch, and both legs glistening on each side and the urine splashed loudly pouring onto the tiled floor from every crevasse of my pants and pooling at my feet, also pouring into my shoes thoroughly dampening them.

I stood, completely frozen at this point, piss just flowing out into my jeans, pouring onto the floor, the puddle just growing for well over a minute. After my body had finally relieved itself, the pain and anxiety went away but was quickly met with other fears as now I had to find a way back in to the rooms, and somehow change my jeans without being noticed. I looked down, my pants were so soaked that I don’t think there was a dry spot, as I stepped out of the puddle which was a couple steps large, a large pool of obviously yellow liquid pooled around the floor reflecting the overhead lights. Each step my shoes squishing and squelching with dampness, drips following my path along the room creating several very small puddles and drips along the way. I remembered I’m still trapped down here, there’s no way out and only way I can get out is when someone notices I’m here, which means I can’t hide that I’ve completely pissed myself at this point.

I stood at the door again, waiting, still trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do and looking back down the hallway to the remaining large puddle and small drips that traced their way to me at the door. I was filled with shame and upset over the situation, someone was going to need to come down here and clean that up once/if it’s found and even if somehow I managed to get out of here, I left behind a huge puddle of piss on the floor. I had no ideas as to how to clean that up, what was I going to do about my pants, and how am I getting out of here.

As I glanced back to the door, I decided to try opening it again which of course it was still locked. It was 6:20 now, and my pants were getting very cold and even more uncomfortable each passing minute. It was then that I noticed a small blue latch on the side by the door that read “Emergency Door Release”.

I pulled, and the door unlocked immediately; the waves of embarrassment and anxiety were shockingly strong. Had I just seen the latch, I would have gotten out of here. I can’t say that I wouldn’t have wound up just soaking my pants somewhere else, but at least there was more of a chance. I was still relieved, but my pants were so drenched as I made my way cautiously but quickly out hoping to not be seen. It was still early enough, rarely anyone is around this early luckily. As I made my way back to the computer lab, grabbing my bag I decided to change my pants there in the computer lab.

I’m so thankful I wasn’t seen. I had no where to put my pants which still felt dripping wet and I snuck out of the hall and threw them into a trash can. The new pants I put on were already a little wet, but not visible as I had no way to dry off my legs and crotch. The rest of the day at University was very uncomfortable, I felt like I could smell stale pee everywhere. However, I don’t think anyone ever noticed.

I still have no idea of the puddle was ever even noticed in the underground passageway, I didn’t dare go back down there for at least a month because I couldn’t bring myself to go back through that room.

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