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His circumcised 2 inched thunder was on full display, he wore nothing but a hoodie and a beanie. H-how long was he sitting here like this?! D-did anyone notice?! He looked around, and to his horror met eyes with his surrounding classmates. There were judgmental glances of disgust, squints attempting to recognize what puny mass laid between his legs, and even a few cocked eyebrows paired with wry smiles, wondering why such a big burly croc wasn’t so big where it mattered. He covered himself and tried to sink back in his seat, feeling small in so many ways. Although, despite their scornful glances, they were strangely…casual? No screaming nor calls for the authorities, everyone silently took their judgmental eyefuls in between marking their tests.\n \t[i]Swat![/i] A ruler came crashing down on his desk, nearly scaring Roddy out of his scales. “Eyes on your paper!”\n \t“Egil?!” Roddy eyes followed the meaty red hand on the ruler up to its owner and found a familiar horned beetle glaring down at him.\n \t“That’s professor to you!” Roddy’s friend, apparently now turned professor Egil snapped back, ruler threateningly pointed at his face.\n \t“H-huh? When did you become the prof-”\n \t[i]Swat![/i] “No talking during the exam! Do you want to fail this test young man?”\n \t‘Young man?’ Egil’s only a few years older than him! “N-no…” Roddy sputtered out confused and a little scared.\n \t“Then eyes down, and mouth shut! Do you understand me?”\n \t“Y-yes sir.” Egil’s stern look hesitated on Roddy. His eyes briefly dipped down to Roddy’s uncovered crotch, just long enough to make the croc blush. When he made eye contact again his expression was much more aloof, perhaps not impressed with the view. Egil let that shame wash over Roddy before walking away.\n \tFollowing closely behind Egil, er, professor Egil was Vyricus, a blue scaled orange feathered dinosaur, another one of Roddy’s friends. Strangely he wasn’t taking the test either, but he held a stack of papers while surveying the room. Hmmm, so now he’s the professor assistant? How did Roddy miss out on all these promotions? Vyricus paused at Roddy’s desk to take a blatant peek down at the croc’s nethers. Roddy meekly gasped but couldn’t cover himself back up fast enough to prevent an eyeful. “Pffffft…good luck.” He whispered, a smirk on his face.\n \t“W-what?” Roddy stammered back beet red. But he got no response, as Vyricus left him on that vague note to catch up to Egil. ‘Good luck?!’ The hell’s that supposed to mean?! Is there some kind of dick measuring contest on the exam? Ugh, Roddy felt like getting up and running somewhere with less eyes, less contempt, but doing that would only bring more attention to his modesty, or lack thereof. Plus leaving would mean an automatic failure of his test…whatever it may contain. A lose-lose. He breathed out a flustered, embarrassed exhale through his nose, and made the hard decision to just stay and finish. Besides, there’s, somehow more important matters afoot, like how badly he had to pee.\n \tThe hand cupping his exposed cocklet squeezed down to block the flow. He shivered, both out of the high pressure inside him, and the sensitivity of his naked glans. Damn, how much did he drink before he got here, he couldn’t even sit still. What a mess, completely nude, and bursting to piss. But fine, whatever. Just try to ignore all of that. The faster he aced this test, the faster he could go piss.\n \tHe flipped the packet over, alright first question…‘What is the average crocodile penis size?’…what the fuck? What kind of fucking question is that?! Is this what Vyricus meant? Never once did they go over any species’ dick size, never mind his! Unless…this…t-this is c-common knowledge? He gulped, getting that self-aware flush again. W-well, m-maybe he fell under one of the answer choices…‘A: 6 inches,’ ‘B: 10 inches,’ ‘C: 16 inches,’ or ‘D: 22 inches.’ Roddy pouted childishly at his paper, his face going full red. He felt painfully aware of how easily his tiny button cock hid under just one hand. Any of the sizes in the answer choices would be too much to conceal. Even with his ‘pride’ fully covered, everyone could envision the details of his most private parts. He nervously shifted his eyes across the room and spotted two of his friends in front of him. One of them, Relsyn, a red winged dragon cringed when the two met eyes, a pink shade on his face. He seemed to be embarrassed for the poor unwell-endowed creature. Meanwhile, sat behind him, the other ‘friend,’ a saffron crocodile named Kylend, snickered. He held up his thumb and index finger, using them to give a rather unflattering estimation of Roddy’s size.\n \tRoddy frowned back at his paper, that shame hitting like a brick, and his bladder throwing in an extra twinge while he’s down. When even your friends are ashamed of your girth. His knees shook while he quickly circled ‘A,’ a size that towered over his worthless little sausage, yet was laughably the most charitable answer to himself.\n \tAlright…unnecessarily brutal first question, but the rest of the test should be a cake walk…‘What feeling typically provokes the most positive response in the anthro brain?’ ‘A: Contacting the Gräfenberg or prostate areas during intercourse,’ ‘B: Consuming liquids after a long period of dehydration,’ ‘C: Urinating after a long period of withholding,’ or ‘D: Receiving a compliment about an insecurity.’\n \tRoddy blinked, these questions are a lot more intimate than the course content. He imagined ‘A’ would be a no-brainer, hitting all of those right spots during some passionate love making could make anyone see stars…so it’s unfortunate that he didn’t have the, er, equipment to provide that to someone. He squeezed his pencil, briefly looking away from the paper with a scowl getting hit with a one-two punch of shame and desperation. Ooh, he shivered away the pangs. Looking at the other answer choices, it dawned on him that they could feel good in different ways. Depending on the definition of dehydration, a tall glass of water could literally be lifesaving, sending the brain a boost of dopamine on par with an orgasm. Mmfh, he pressed his thighs together and trembled trying not to groan out. God, he really didn’t need to think about water right now. As for option C…goddammit.\n \tOf course, a piss always hit the spot for him, and especially would right now. After a long day of classes and coffee, or just waking up after a goodnight’s sleep full of stored liquids, there was always the weight of his burden sloshing away in his overfilled bladder. The urgency would speed him up on the way to the bathroom, it always seemed to grow more and more with each step closer to his salvation. Then stepping up to the toilet, the urinal, or even a bush, feeling the bladder jitters grow with each passing second as he unzipped his shorts, the anticipation making him bounce at the knees. Then finally, his cocklet exposed, the air kissing his mini-bits, he could hold back no longer, and a golden flow would burst forth. Instantly he’d feel the bliss of his bloated bladder deflating, the gentle flow through his dick, and the light pleasure he was left with after. A sigh, a moan of relief would too easily escape from him as he just enjoyed the remainder of his stream.\n \tIt was those moments where pissing bordered the feeling of a big O, in both satisfaction and raw feeling. He could drool in those moments, hell he could drool now. It was that sweet feeling, that great release, that he needed so much right now…[i]hnnng! [/i]His body seemed to long for that moment too. He seized up, crossing his legs, feeling a sharp spasm tear through him. The pressure quickly rose to a fever pitch. No, no, no, ah-fuck! Suddenly his little dick spurted out short jets of urine over his thighs.\n \tHe used both hands to squeeze down on his mini shaft. Roddy allowed himself the quietest raspy groan as the flow drizzled to a stop, his insides left pulsating and numb at the sudden halt. He gasped out so deeply it almost sounded like a wheeze. His hand felt wet…really wet, and he could hear dripping. With his breath shuddering in pain and panic, Roddy forced himself to look down. His eyes widened. “[i]Fuck![/i]” He rasped to himself. His scaly hand was glistening in urine, piss drizzled down the front of his chair and created a mini puddle on the floor. His heartbeat started to race, he actually pissed himself! A grown croc, ass naked and pissing himself! Fuck, he’s no better than a baby! Roddy squirmed, his bladder felt like it was panicking too. \n \tHe looked back up, only to freeze upon seeing his classmate’s disgusted and awed expressions. He pissed himself…and everyone saw it. From now on they might as well just follow him to the bathroom, they already know what it looks like! His lip quivered and he squeezed himself harder, not that he had much to grip. God, he still had so much more left to piss out. He took deep breaths, he had to calm down and just bear with the pain a little longer. Just finish this damn test, and he can go piss and hide in a corner.\n \tOk, Ok, where, [i]hrrk[/i], was he? Oh yeah, option ‘D’…‘complimenting an insecurity’…oh. Roddy felt his face warm up again. He’s never really had anyone compliment his insecurity down there…ever. He always thought of the guys who were insecure about their average sized dicks in a greedy unsatisfied world, who then probably got the biggest smile on their face when their mates complimented them or gave real outbursts of pleasure during their love making…and how he never, ever experienced that great, validating feeling, and with his baby-dick, he probably never will.\n \tRoddy took a breath to keep himself from tearing up. What kind of fucked questions are these?! Passing this test better come with some therapy sessions! Fuck…he sighed, his legs grinding against each other. He looked around again, maybe one of his classmates could relate to his plight? No…no it didn’t seem they did. He mostly got confused expressions and giggles for his gloomy look, clearly he was the only guy in the room so inadequate to never hear a single nice thing about his most dear parts. How sad.\n \tRelsyn couldn’t even look at him anymore. Upon meeting eyes, the dragon flinched and turned back to his paper. Although…it may have been more than just secondhand embarrassment. Roddy could see a sizable tent rising in his pants. Holy shit…is that asshole getting off on this?! A feeling of horror suddenly set in, which was soon replaced by anger, only to be succeeded by humiliation. He’s so pathetic that it’s gratifying to witness. And looking at his other ‘friend’ Kylend only confirmed this. The croc had his pants unzipped, his legs opened towards him. A rock hard 6-inch uncut cock stood up in attention, his saggy balls spilling out beneath it. Kylend flickered a teasing tongue at Roddy in tandem with his dick twitching. A whispered but impressed “damn” slipped from Vyricus, who looked on from across the room. The croc grumbled, a bitter red stinging his cheeks. Fucking show off…\n \t[i]Swat![/i] Another squirt of piss escaped him at the sound of that damned ruler. “Eyes on your paper!” Egil shouted, suddenly at his desk.\n \t “Y-you don’t see Kylend over there with his dick and balls out?!” Roddy pointed childishly to his indecent classmate. The desperate trembles in his pointed finger made him seem even weaker compared to the other crocodile.\n \t “Kylend is a model student who should be proud of his gift, unlike some of us.” The croc in question smiled smugly as the eyes of the class turned back and forth to compare his manhood, with Roddy’s pitiful nub…if they could even see it that is. The great contrast between them got Relsyn hot and bothered, he couldn’t stop himself from groping his painfully tented bulge. “Though of course, as admirable as Kylend is, he still hasn’t reached the levels of perfection quite yet.” Egil unzipped his pants to let own his fat flaccid monster cock and supple balls flop onto Roddy’s desk with a thud. Hushed ‘[i]oooohs[/i]’ and ‘[i]aaaahs[/i]’ filled the room. Egil’s dick was soft, and yet still eclipsed Roddy’s little button at 7 inches and nearly as thick as his wrist. Roddy would scream at the sight before him, if only he gritting against his bladder’s shame spasms. “You know Roddy, it could also do you well learn some bladder control.” Roddy felt himself shiver when he saw Egil smirk. Suddenly, like a shot gun, a heavy split second spurt of piss blasted from Egil’s giant length across Roddy’s desk, just barely missing his test paper. This time Roddy actually managed to shriek, only because his own bladder burst at the sight out of jealousy for the relief. The class laughed watching a jet of urine erupt from his baby cock and overflow from his seat to the floor. Seeing him hyperventilate trying to hold it back was more icing on the cake.\n \tEgil sighed and wryly shook his head. “No control, can’t even let out a short stream without letting it all go. Oh well, that’ll be a lesson for another day.” Roddy again managed to stop the flow, his legs nearly twisted in a knot. He looked down at his desk, tears stinging his eyes. Egil shook his dripping dong, not being careful of the drips he flecked on Roddy’s face, and casually packed his massive genitals back into his pants. He then patrolled the still astonished room again as if nothing happened. Kylend watched him walk away with a stoked expression that turned more mocking when he glanced at Roddy. He might not be the biggest in the room, but he’ll never be as low as that tiny piss-soaked worm between the croc’s thighs. And as if to top it off, Vyricus leaned down on the raptor’s desk, a naughty smile and bedroom eyes aimed down at his still erect 6-incher. Nope not the biggest, but their assistant proctor still fell for it.\n \tRoddy turned to his paper and stared at it for a while, rereading the words until he couldn’t hear the chuckles or flirting anymore. Why the fuck Egil—professor Egil didn’t yell at them, he couldn’t figure out. He just wanted to get out of here and curl into a ball somewhere where he couldn’t be made a mockery. He stuck to the safe option and chose ‘A’ with a huff. Holy fuck, what a journey to get to this answer. He did a quick silent prayer for the 3rd question to go easy on him, and to-[i]mmf[/i], hold the rest of this piss in. He kicked out his crossed legs, making him bob in his seat. That’s what he really needed right now, made to look smaller than a thimble and now very obviously on the verge of pissing himself.\n \t ‘What is the average adult male bladder capacity?’ ‘A: 300 ml,’ ‘A: 500 ml,’ ‘A: 800 ml,’ or ‘D: All the above.’ Roddy winced looking down at his paper, his legs kicking out faster. What is he, a doctor? He didn’t fucking know! And thinking about it didn’t help, considering he’s nearing his limit. If only he had the memory of how much he drank before class, maybe he could get a good estimate. But, u-uh, bladders are pretty stretchy, and, hnnrg! Roddy’s was feeling pretty stretched out at the moment. Maybe ‘All of the above’ could work here? Hell if he knew, on to question 4 already.\n \tQuestion 4…‘What is the ideal position for withholding urine?’ ‘A: sitting,’ ‘B: standing,’ ‘C: kneeling,’ or ‘D: squatting.’ Roddy groaned, in pain and frustration. This exam was fucking teasing him. He’s sitting right now, his bare ass squirming on the seat and fighting for his life, so that takes ‘A’ out. Maybe ‘B’ would be a little bit more effective, standing would give him more leverage to cross his legs and maybe double over to force some more weight on his crotch. ‘C’, kind of like sitting, but more room to writhe and bend…maybe not as good as standing, but an upgrade from his current situation-ah­ shit! [i]Oh[/i], that pang hurt. Roddy crossed his legs tighter and gripped his desk with both hands. He needed something to grab on to and ride out this wave.\n \tWith his teeth grit he read out option ‘D’…that certainly wouldn’t work. Roddy could imagine it, spreading his legs wide open, taking all that restraining pressure off his crotch, and his thighs pushing up against his bladder as he settled into a squat. Immediately his little dick would turn into a gushing fountain. He wouldn’t even have time to gasp or groan out. Just a twitch from his cocklet before his body’s limit was exceeded, and he’d melt into his relief. The heavenly sensation even making his asshole wink in that exposed state. Roddy could feel himself relax at the thought…maybe a little too much.\n \tA heavy squirt shot out from his dick and splattered on the floor. Roddy’s knee loudly banged his desk as he scrambled to squeeze himself again, his feet slipping and sqeaking on the wet floor beneath him. Fuck, that feels tight, nnng! His entire body shook, his toes scrunched, piss dripped down his leg. The rest of his watery payload screamed for its release. The only thing more painful than that feeling was knowing all of the eyes were watching him.\n \tThe big hunky croc tried his best to sink back in his seat. He dared himself to look around again, and yep, as expected, disgusted and outright angry glances galore. The tiny pissy crocodile bitch had caused a commotion again. Relsyn had finally freed his aching 5 inch uncut erection, yet another cock to put Roddy to shame. No teasing or foreplay, Relsyn was desperate in his own right. He went straight to vigorously stroking his shaft, his tongue shamelessly hanging out of his mouth. Roddy’s plight was simply delicious, even an average sized dragon like him suddenly became hung as stallion next to that pathetic croc. On a normal day Roddy may have been deeply disturbed by that, but given that the world seemed to be against him today he only frowned and blushed harder.\n \tVyricus watched with delight, rubbing the horny dragon’s shoulders. Although he was soon distracted by Kylend, who shook his comparatively massive cock in Roddy’s direction. When he was sure his miniscule and pouty crocodile friend was watching, he aimed his dick at his cupped hand and allowed himself a second or two of a meek piss stream, just enough to fill his hand. Kylend brought his impromptu cup to his grinning maw and sipped it up without flinching or a faulter in his jockish smile. He even ended it with a satisfied sigh, as if his piss were a refreshing tea properly brewed into his mug, unlike the degenerate crocodile who keeps leaking it onto the floor.\n \t “Fuck dude…” Vyricus whispered groping himself through his pants. Roddy could see by his bulge that the professor’s assistant wasn’t small either. Wasn’t that just great for everyone.\n \tQuestion 5…last question and a free response. His wet knees shook so hard his whole body trembled. ‘How would you excuse yourself to the bathroom in the following situations?’ Ah fuck… ‘In a casual setting with friends.’ God, these questions are so fucking weird. Well, he’d simply say ‘I gotta piss,’ or something like ‘gonna go piss real quick.’ If he was feeling really urgent, maybe he’d add some flavor like ‘Fuck I gotta piss’ or a blatant ‘I’m about to piss myself.’ He rocked and squirmed on his naked ass, that last one really resonated with him. Roddy blushed for what must’ve been the 1000th time since this test, he felt like a baby having to come up with ways to announce his bladder’s needs, as if they weren’t already obvious to his giggling watchers.\n \t ‘In a business setting.’ Roddy panted, he could feel the weight of an ocean trying to edge its way out. His body gave random jolts to the stabbing pains at his insides. He closed his eyes and tried his best to think of an answer. ‘A business setting?’ Roddy’s no stuck-up bean counting nerd, he had no fucking clue how one would formally announce that they were leaving a meeting to avoid violently flooding their slacks. [i]Nnnng[/i], another spurt! F-fuck it, maybe those rich assholes just say ‘excuse me’ and leave or lie and pretend they’re getting a call from their dick polisher or s-something. He took a few huffing breaths after writing that out. God-[i]dammit[/i], he had to piss!\n \t ‘In a classroom setting.’ A classroom? Like right now? Roddy was reaching his wits’ end, no position was good enough to relieve the extreme pressures even slightly. He could say anything if it meant finally getting to take the long, hard piss he needed so bad. But for this last final answer, he kept it short and sweet. A simple ‘may I use the bathroom’ would suffice.\n \tF-finally, finished! O-oh god…Roddy leaned forward, puffing his cheeks and pretzeling his legs. He couldn’t take it anymore, where the fuck is Egil?! He threw a shaking hand into the air.\n \t “What?” Professor Egil asked bluntly from the front of the room at his desk.\n \t “I-I f-finished the test!” Roddy strained out, bouncing in his seat.\n \t “What am I, your maid? Bring it to my desk.”\n \tThis was gonna be a hard one. Still bouncing, Roddy swung his dripping legs from under his desk. He took a breath and squeezed his moist cocklet once again. He rocked himself forward, using the momentum to bring him to his feet. He let out a groan, feeling the weight of his payload shift downward. The pressure was too much, he gasped as the pain quickly reached a sharp peak and overwhelmed him. He couldn’t even flinch in time before a drizzle leaked out from between the fingers that clamped down on his tiny bits. He closed his eyes and clenched his bladder to stop it, but a drip refused to be held back. The pain, plus the embarrassment from the echos of ‘gross’ and ‘nasty!’ left him huffing into the air and bordering tears.\n \tUgh…now to actually move. Keeping his thighs tight, Roddy awkwardly took a wide legged limp forward. He grunted on the landing, more heavy spurts hitting the floor. Fuck, Roddy cringed at the searing pain washing over him. Looking forward, past the horrified and shocked faces of his classmates, Egil’s desk wasn’t getting any closer. So, Roddy braced himself for the next limp, hah, and the next one, oh fuck, and the next one, hmphf, until he had finally made it to the desk, his loins dripping with need.\n \t “Took your damn time.” Egil commented as the mess of a croc staggered forward. Roddy held out his paper, hunched over. “I’m not touching that, do you see how much piss you got that paper?” Oh, nearly half the paper was covered in pissy handprints. “Not mention on my floors and your seat!” And behind him, a trail of piss lead back to his seat.\n \t “Wh-wha…” Roddy hopped in place, starting to hyperventilate. Egil won’t take his test, fuck was he gonna have to redo it?! He can’t hold it any longer, he’s gonna bu-\n \t “Just put it down.” Egil rolled his eyes.\n \tOh, right. Roddy set the paper on the desk, immediately feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders. Thank god, with that crisis now over Roddy could finally head to the bath- “Just where do you think you’re going?” Egil looked sternly at the croc who turned to the door.\n \tWasn’t it obvious? He’s dripping. “T-the b-bathroom.” Roddy croaked out.\n \t“The testing period isn’t over yet, back to your seat or that’s an automatic fail.”\n \t“Egil please! I’m pissing myself here!”\n \t“It’s professor, and I don’t care. You know the rules, back to your seat. Oh, and you’re cleaning my floors when this test is over.”\n \tRoddy’s heart sank, he could scream with all the pain and pressure ready to explode from inside him. Yet, after the test and its tribulations, all the broken croc could do was whimper. He did a twisting about face, only to be meet eyes with all of his jeering classmates. Laughter, gagging, cupped mouths in shock, phone cameras, and of course, Relsyn still not so subtly jacking himself. All of their reactions, all directed at him. The attention, the embarrassment, the pain, it was blurring. Or maybe it was just the tears.\n \tHe looked down and started his slow limping journey back to his seat. It hurt so much more this time, knowing he had a longer wait ahead. He started to feel numb below his waist, urine continued dripping down without Roddy even being able to tell.\n \tSuddenly, he froze, feeling a stab in his lower bladder. One more step and he’d absolutely lose all control, yet he was oh so close to his seat. He tensed himself, and took just two short hops, groaning and leaking on each, before he turned around clumsily dropped himself back into his chair. The force of his ass hitting the chair resonated through him and once again broke his limits. He shouted out just before a brief arc of pee sprung into the air. Roddy took deep panicked breaths, squeezing every muscle in his body to halt it. It hurt to even breath now, it was so incredibly tight.\n \tIt was also at that moment that Roddy realized…he was erect?! His 2 inch length had hardened to its full 4 inched potential. A grower, still not much of a shower. It twitched and flexed under his grip, greedy for more attention. Now he felt himself squirming and wincing for two reasons. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with him today? Why was he getting off on this? The feeling of his absolutely overfilled bladder, feeling it pulsate with each heartbeat, feeling it shiver with every breath, it was so sensitive. Every little movement made him flinch and gasp. It hurt but…it hurt kinda good. The teasing drips of urine going down his short shaft shot more sensations through him. He forced himself to look up, a sob in his throat. He saw every face staring at him in their various emotion states. He was completely exposed, every detail of his most intimate parts were out in the open for his audience’s judgement. All the while helplessly dribbling that taboo liquid meant for the sanctity of a bathroom. It was horrifying, but at the same time Roddy wished he could hear some of those thoughts. He could only imagine the stinging vinegar a sneering doe used to describe his tiny sausage in her head, or perhaps the gushing explicit commentaries Relsyn thought to himself on every stroke of his cock…weird imagery to have about his friend to be honest, but fuck he felt so horny!\n \t“Aaah…” A soft moan of pain and pleasure slipped from Roddy as he jerked forward. His bladder pangs were hitting a fever pitch, he felt a massive surge of pressure hit him like a train. His control was slipping, his insides were simply exhausted. A flailing hand reached for the ceiling once more. “Eg-professor! Can I go now?”\n \tThe horned beetle looked up at him, unmoved. “I already told you, no one leaves until the testing period is over.”\n \t“Please, please! I’m actually about to piss myself!” Roddy pleaded, his feet stomping under the desk.\n \tEgil narrowed his eyes, deciding the lowly creature’s fate. “Beg.” He said flatly.\n \t“W-what?”\n \t“Beg. Prove to me that you need it.”\n “F-fuck…” He groaned to himself, facing physical and mental anguish at this new challenge. “Please, please, please professor!” Roddy wailed, hunched over in his seat, his hands clasping his dick shut.\n \t“How bad do you need it?”\n \t“So fucking bad. I-it hurts so m-much, a-and my dick can’t stop dripping.” His voice was interrupted by sobs. “Please professor, let me go!”\n \t“You know, any responsible student would have used the bathroom before the test. Why didn’t you?”\n \t“I don’t know! I…I-I’m stupid! Ah!” Roddy could feel a flow starting, and he knew he couldn’t hold it back this time. “Please! It’s coming!”\n \t“Hmmm….” Egil had a slight smile watching Roddy’s face scrunch in absolute agony. Voices in the classroom rose in suspense for the final burst.\n \t “A-ah shit…I c-can’t…aaah…” Roddy closed his eyes and gave one last meek groan of effort before his will absolutely shattered. He suddenly went limp, his shaking hands releasing his cocklet, his tongue lolling out of his panting mouth. His stream started up slowly, growing from a frequent dribble to steady stream erupting from his dickhead and flowing down his balls. An arch of piss gradually rose higher as his stream gained strength.\n \t “Hey Roddy!”\n Through Roddy’s frazzled mind, he could hear Relsyn’s voice calling out for him. “H-huh?”\n \t “Catch!” Roddy flinched when a plastic cup bounced off his snout. “Sorry!”\n \tA cup! A bit too late but fuck he needed it! Roddy whined while bending over to pick it up, his compressed bladder blasting away at his chest. He whipped back up, trembling with need. He quickly pushed his stiff cock down and shoved the cup into the stream. “O-oh f-fuck…” He groaned, actively pushing his stream for the first time. His piss was so strong it nearly threw the cup out his grip, and it felt so fucking good. His eyes rolled back, his whole-body racked with intense pee shivers. Just like that test question, this felt right on par with one of the most intense orgasms he ever felt. All of the shit he put up with today, all the stress and torture, finally flowing out of him in one big blast.\n \tRoddy jumped at the sudden sound of splashing. He snapped out of his relief fervor to find his cup was overfilling, it was too small, shit! He grunted and squeezed himself yet again while clenching his sore muscles to stop the flow. “Aaah, f-fuck!” He rasped, his feet stomped and kicked out at the sharp pain. He was nowhere near finished, and his bladder let him know. He looked around, hoping, praying for someone to hand him another cup, but all his watchers were empty handed and mouth agape. Fuck! What was he supposed with the full cup?! Pour it out on the floor? He might as well go ahead and piss straight on the floor! Ah, fuck, fuck, he’s leaking again! Dammit, there’s only one way to empty this cup.\n \tRoddy, his face now a deep crimson red, closed his eyes and took a breath. He brought the cup to his lips and took deep gulps, blocking out the shocked gasps and shouting from around him. He gagged, fighting hard not to vomit or choke. His piss stung in his throat, it was so acidic and potent, it was like downing ammonia. Its musky scent filled his nose and watered his eyes, but he kept going until the cup was empty. He whipped it back down to his hard cock and sighed heavily as his leaking dick jetted back to full strength, waves of relief riding up his spine again. He heaved, the bitter and slightly salty taste in his mouth was refreshed with every breath. It was disgusting, he had no idea how he wasn’t completely throwing up…maybe it was the fucking rush it gave him.\n \tHis little cock convulsed and twitched as he slowed the flow once more. Though not as urgent, he wasn’t done yet and the cup needed another emptying. He brought it to his mouth again, but with less resistance this time. In fact, he felt a little excited. His wide open legs made that obvious. He was a complete degenerate, a sick nasty fuck that everyone had the displeasure of watching. He could only imagine their thoughts, calling him every belittling word in the book, taking note of every detail of his small scalie genitalia, and how every word and observation would be absolutely right. They’ll never forget the sight of his most private bits, and they’ll think of it every time they see Roddy afterwards, no matter how innocent the context.\n \tHmpf, his cocklet felt uncomfortably stiff. He used his free hand, really just his thumb and fingers at his size, to give it a rub. He let out a soft hungry moan as he drank. He sighed when the cup was empty again, savoring the flavor in his breath. He aimed his penis back into it one more time as a calmer stream pattered inside of it. Roddy looked around at his classmates in a flustered daze. He took note that many of them were filming this incident on their phones, a weary yet excited smile spread on his face. Oh, they want a show huh? They’re gonna get one…\n \tShortly into his 3rd round at the cup, Roddy’s piss stream slowed down gradually until it was nothing but a drip. His bladder was finally empty, but he felt another urgent need roaring inside. One that took more work to let out than it did to hold in. His fingers went back to massaging his short length while he drank his remaining piss. His classmates surrounded him, their astounded and disturbed comments filled the room. He made sure to drink this last serving slowly, taking in that tingling sensation in his throat with every gulp. Roddy licked the insides of the cup when it was empty, the memory of its taste on his tongue made him lightheaded. He felt so hot and bothered, he squirmed in place as his fingered dick massages intensified.\n \tHe panted out feeling a familiar pressure rise, almost a call back to his piss struggles, only this pressure came from deeper inside. His hips felt eager to jump up into his rubs, chasing that feeling as it rose ever higher. Roddy couldn’t stop thinking about all the eyes on him right now, how they were watching one of the most private acts of his life, how they could see every bit of him on display and in intimate pleasure, how they watched him drink the piss he could still taste on his breath, how they could see his worthlessness compared to the fatcocked scalies in the room. Yes, look at his tiny pathetic dick as its about to shoot its useless puny load. Oh god, yes, yes, [i]yes![/i]\n \tHe threw his head back and yelled out as he came, his entire body pulsating in tune as his little cock feverishly pumped out a load of cum that was actually surprising for his shrimpy size. He bucked his hips as he rode out wave after wave of his orgasm, it was like it had intensified the glorious relief he felt earlier 1000-fold. Fuck, Roddy could black out from this, the feeling was making him go numb. Soon, he passed the peak of his orgasm, and settled back in his chair as a twitching breathy mess. Holy fuck, he’s never had a nut that hard from jacking off.\n \tThen suddenly, that post orgasm, post piss, post irrationally horny high wore off, and Roddy was back to being bottomless and wet in his classroom, all the while looking down multiple camera lens aimed at him. Oh right…he didn’t want them to forget this. And his friend, er, professor stood before him not looking very happy. He was left frozen and mute. “That was a real interesting show Roddy,” Egil started. “I’m pretty sure the dean would love to hear your justification for interrupting a test for your own personal gratification.” Roddy could only blink. What could he say to even begin to try to explain this? “As for now, clean up my floors.”\n \tRoddy looked around, expecting a mop or towel or something, anything to clean up his shame, but of course there was none. All he had to clean his mess was his hat and his hoodie…Roddy sighed. He kept his eyes glued to the very wet and sticky floor as he got down on his knees. He took off his hoodie and hat, making him officially completely nude. He begun wiping up his mess with them, soiling his absolutely last bit of refuge. He sniffled and sobbed, his cruel classmates laughed and pointed at the digusting fuck wallowing in his own piss and jizz. Their laughter kept getting louder and more imposing until it was deafening, and he could quite literally feel their scorn start to suffocate him. Then suddenly, everything went black.\n \tRoddy yelled out, popping up in his bed gasping for air. He whipped his head around as the world slowly came back to him. He was…in his bedroom, breathing freely, and not a single cackling classmate in view or earshot. Oh…that was just a nightmare…thank god. No unspeakable acts or secret insecurities burned into anyone’s memories…whew.\n \tRoddy clutched his chest, his racing heart threatened to burst right out of it. All of that shame and humiliation felt so real, he could even feel himself tearing up at that moment, but it was just…all in his head. Yeesh. Maybe this was a sign to go to therapy. Though, it wouldn’t be very fun to tell his therapist about his dick being too small.\n He also had no idea how he was gonna face his classmates tomorrow. Their scorn, and images—fantasies? —of his friends’ dicks were forever scarred into his memory. Oh god, the next time he sees Egil he won’t be able to think of anything else but his massive, thick, pulsating…[i]gggrrrraaahhh![/i] And now his face burning for two reasons. Although…somewhere else felt a little warm too…like his entire ass and crotch. He leaned up and felt his bed squish underneath him…aw shit.\n \tRoddy pulled back the sheets and sighed. He frowned, and his entire body seemed to frown with him. A collective disappointed and shameful slouch at the large dark diameters on both his bed and the back of his sheets. At least no one else was here to see this…but this time it’s real. Confirming that he is indeed the wet little bitch of a croc he was mocked so harshly for being in his dream. His lips wavered, god he was so pathetic.\n \tHis thighs and genitals had a thin sheen of moistness in the low light of the room, with some drips oozing out of his erect (still) puny cock. Suddenly his frown turned into a scowl, and his thighs squeezed together as a shot of piss arched over his bed.\n \tFuck! He clamped down on his short shaft, the desperation he felt was another part of his cruel reality. What a fucking world! He threw off his sheets and dashed to the bathroom, leaking with every painful step along the way.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "         Roddy blinked. When the hell did he get here? The muscular crocodile suddenly found himself in his college classroom. He tried to retrace his steps this morning, but found nothing but brain fog. He remembered getting ready for bed and then…he’s here. Not even a walk to his seat. But fine, never mind that he’s here now. And there’s more important matters afoot, like his…exam?! He has an exam?! He didn’t remember anything about an exam, he didn’t study! Yet, a foreboding paper awaited him face down on his desk. Fine, no problem. He’s a cool croc with plenty between the ears, he doesn’t need to study to ace this thing. Besides, there’s more important matters afoot, like his exposed di- where the fuck are his pants?!
        \tRoddy felt the heat rise to his cold-blooded cheeks, meanwhile a cool draft wafted between his legs. His circumcised 2 inched thunder was on full display, he wore nothing but a hoodie and a beanie. H-how long was he sitting here like this?! D-did anyone notice?! He looked around, and to his horror met eyes with his surrounding classmates. There were judgmental glances of disgust, squints attempting to recognize what puny mass laid between his legs, and even a few cocked eyebrows paired with wry smiles, wondering why such a big burly croc wasn’t so big where it mattered. He covered himself and tried to sink back in his seat, feeling small in so many ways. Although, despite their scornful glances, they were strangely…casual? No screaming nor calls for the authorities, everyone silently took their judgmental eyefuls in between marking their tests.
        \tSwat! A ruler came crashing down on his desk, nearly scaring Roddy out of his scales. “Eyes on your paper!”
        \t“Egil?!” Roddy eyes followed the meaty red hand on the ruler up to its owner and found a familiar horned beetle glaring down at him.
        \t“That’s professor to you!” Roddy’s friend, apparently now turned professor Egil snapped back, ruler threateningly pointed at his face.
        \t“H-huh? When did you become the prof-”
        \tSwat! “No talking during the exam! Do you want to fail this test young man?”
        \t‘Young man?’ Egil’s only a few years older than him! “N-no…” Roddy sputtered out confused and a little scared.
        \t“Then eyes down, and mouth shut! Do you understand me?”
        \t“Y-yes sir.” Egil’s stern look hesitated on Roddy. His eyes briefly dipped down to Roddy’s uncovered crotch, just long enough to make the croc blush. When he made eye contact again his expression was much more aloof, perhaps not impressed with the view. Egil let that shame wash over Roddy before walking away.
        \tFollowing closely behind Egil, er, professor Egil was Vyricus, a blue scaled orange feathered dinosaur, another one of Roddy’s friends. Strangely he wasn’t taking the test either, but he held a stack of papers while surveying the room. Hmmm, so now he’s the professor assistant? How did Roddy miss out on all these promotions? Vyricus paused at Roddy’s desk to take a blatant peek down at the croc’s nethers. Roddy meekly gasped but couldn’t cover himself back up fast enough to prevent an eyeful. “Pffffft…good luck.” He whispered, a smirk on his face.
        \t“W-what?” Roddy stammered back beet red. But he got no response, as Vyricus left him on that vague note to catch up to Egil. ‘Good luck?!’ The hell’s that supposed to mean?! Is there some kind of dick measuring contest on the exam? Ugh, Roddy felt like getting up and running somewhere with less eyes, less contempt, but doing that would only bring more attention to his modesty, or lack thereof. Plus leaving would mean an automatic failure of his test…whatever it may contain. A lose-lose. He breathed out a flustered, embarrassed exhale through his nose, and made the hard decision to just stay and finish. Besides, there’s, somehow more important matters afoot, like how badly he had to pee.
        \tThe hand cupping his exposed cocklet squeezed down to block the flow. He shivered, both out of the high pressure inside him, and the sensitivity of his naked glans. Damn, how much did he drink before he got here, he couldn’t even sit still. What a mess, completely nude, and bursting to piss. But fine, whatever. Just try to ignore all of that. The faster he aced this test, the faster he could go piss.
        \tHe flipped the packet over, alright first question…‘What is the average crocodile penis size?’…what the fuck? What kind of fucking question is that?! Is this what Vyricus meant? Never once did they go over any species’ dick size, never mind his! Unless…this…t-this is c-common knowledge? He gulped, getting that self-aware flush again. W-well, m-maybe he fell under one of the answer choices…‘A: 6 inches,’ ‘B: 10 inches,’ ‘C: 16 inches,’ or ‘D: 22 inches.’ Roddy pouted childishly at his paper, his face going full red. He felt painfully aware of how easily his tiny button cock hid under just one hand. Any of the sizes in the answer choices would be too much to conceal. Even with his ‘pride’ fully covered, everyone could envision the details of his most private parts. He nervously shifted his eyes across the room and spotted two of his friends in front of him. One of them, Relsyn, a red winged dragon cringed when the two met eyes, a pink shade on his face. He seemed to be embarrassed for the poor unwell-endowed creature. Meanwhile, sat behind him, the other ‘friend,’ a saffron crocodile named Kylend, snickered. He held up his thumb and index finger, using them to give a rather unflattering estimation of Roddy’s size.
        \tRoddy frowned back at his paper, that shame hitting like a brick, and his bladder throwing in an extra twinge while he’s down. When even your friends are ashamed of your girth. His knees shook while he quickly circled ‘A,’ a size that towered over his worthless little sausage, yet was laughably the most charitable answer to himself.
        \tAlright…unnecessarily brutal first question, but the rest of the test should be a cake walk…‘What feeling typically provokes the most positive response in the anthro brain?’ ‘A: Contacting the Gräfenberg or prostate areas during intercourse,’ ‘B: Consuming liquids after a long period of dehydration,’ ‘C: Urinating after a long period of withholding,’ or ‘D: Receiving a compliment about an insecurity.’
        \tRoddy blinked, these questions are a lot more intimate than the course content. He imagined ‘A’ would be a no-brainer, hitting all of those right spots during some passionate love making could make anyone see stars…so it’s unfortunate that he didn’t have the, er, equipment to provide that to someone. He squeezed his pencil, briefly looking away from the paper with a scowl getting hit with a one-two punch of shame and desperation. Ooh, he shivered away the pangs. Looking at the other answer choices, it dawned on him that they could feel good in different ways. Depending on the definition of dehydration, a tall glass of water could literally be lifesaving, sending the brain a boost of dopamine on par with an orgasm. Mmfh, he pressed his thighs together and trembled trying not to groan out. God, he really didn’t need to think about water right now. As for option C…goddammit.
        \tOf course, a piss always hit the spot for him, and especially would right now. After a long day of classes and coffee, or just waking up after a goodnight’s sleep full of stored liquids, there was always the weight of his burden sloshing away in his overfilled bladder. The urgency would speed him up on the way to the bathroom, it always seemed to grow more and more with each step closer to his salvation. Then stepping up to the toilet, the urinal, or even a bush, feeling the bladder jitters grow with each passing second as he unzipped his shorts, the anticipation making him bounce at the knees. Then finally, his cocklet exposed, the air kissing his mini-bits, he could hold back no longer, and a golden flow would burst forth. Instantly he’d feel the bliss of his bloated bladder deflating, the gentle flow through his dick, and the light pleasure he was left with after. A sigh, a moan of relief would too easily escape from him as he just enjoyed the remainder of his stream.
        \tIt was those moments where pissing bordered the feeling of a big O, in both satisfaction and raw feeling. He could drool in those moments, hell he could drool now. It was that sweet feeling, that great release, that he needed so much right now…hnnng! His body seemed to long for that moment too. He seized up, crossing his legs, feeling a sharp spasm tear through him. The pressure quickly rose to a fever pitch. No, no, no, ah-fuck! Suddenly his little dick spurted out short jets of urine over his thighs.
        \tHe used both hands to squeeze down on his mini shaft. Roddy allowed himself the quietest raspy groan as the flow drizzled to a stop, his insides left pulsating and numb at the sudden halt. He gasped out so deeply it almost sounded like a wheeze. His hand felt wet…really wet, and he could hear dripping. With his breath shuddering in pain and panic, Roddy forced himself to look down. His eyes widened. “Fuck!” He rasped to himself. His scaly hand was glistening in urine, piss drizzled down the front of his chair and created a mini puddle on the floor. His heartbeat started to race, he actually pissed himself! A grown croc, ass naked and pissing himself! Fuck, he’s no better than a baby! Roddy squirmed, his bladder felt like it was panicking too.
        \tHe looked back up, only to freeze upon seeing his classmate’s disgusted and awed expressions. He pissed himself…and everyone saw it. From now on they might as well just follow him to the bathroom, they already know what it looks like! His lip quivered and he squeezed himself harder, not that he had much to grip. God, he still had so much more left to piss out. He took deep breaths, he had to calm down and just bear with the pain a little longer. Just finish this damn test, and he can go piss and hide in a corner.
        \tOk, Ok, where, hrrk, was he? Oh yeah, option ‘D’…‘complimenting an insecurity’…oh. Roddy felt his face warm up again. He’s never really had anyone compliment his insecurity down there…ever. He always thought of the guys who were insecure about their average sized dicks in a greedy unsatisfied world, who then probably got the biggest smile on their face when their mates complimented them or gave real outbursts of pleasure during their love making…and how he never, ever experienced that great, validating feeling, and with his baby-dick, he probably never will.
        \tRoddy took a breath to keep himself from tearing up. What kind of fucked questions are these?! Passing this test better come with some therapy sessions! Fuck…he sighed, his legs grinding against each other. He looked around again, maybe one of his classmates could relate to his plight? No…no it didn’t seem they did. He mostly got confused expressions and giggles for his gloomy look, clearly he was the only guy in the room so inadequate to never hear a single nice thing about his most dear parts. How sad.
        \tRelsyn couldn’t even look at him anymore. Upon meeting eyes, the dragon flinched and turned back to his paper. Although…it may have been more than just secondhand embarrassment. Roddy could see a sizable tent rising in his pants. Holy shit…is that asshole getting off on this?! A feeling of horror suddenly set in, which was soon replaced by anger, only to be succeeded by humiliation. He’s so pathetic that it’s gratifying to witness. And looking at his other ‘friend’ Kylend only confirmed this. The croc had his pants unzipped, his legs opened towards him. A rock hard 6-inch uncut cock stood up in attention, his saggy balls spilling out beneath it. Kylend flickered a teasing tongue at Roddy in tandem with his dick twitching. A whispered but impressed “damn” slipped from Vyricus, who looked on from across the room. The croc grumbled, a bitter red stinging his cheeks. Fucking show off…
        \tSwat! Another squirt of piss escaped him at the sound of that damned ruler. “Eyes on your paper!” Egil shouted, suddenly at his desk.
        \t “Y-you don’t see Kylend over there with his dick and balls out?!” Roddy pointed childishly to his indecent classmate. The desperate trembles in his pointed finger made him seem even weaker compared to the other crocodile.
        \t “Kylend is a model student who should be proud of his gift, unlike some of us.” The croc in question smiled smugly as the eyes of the class turned back and forth to compare his manhood, with Roddy’s pitiful nub…if they could even see it that is. The great contrast between them got Relsyn hot and bothered, he couldn’t stop himself from groping his painfully tented bulge. “Though of course, as admirable as Kylend is, he still hasn’t reached the levels of perfection quite yet.” Egil unzipped his pants to let own his fat flaccid monster cock and supple balls flop onto Roddy’s desk with a thud. Hushed ‘oooohs’ and ‘aaaahs’ filled the room. Egil’s dick was soft, and yet still eclipsed Roddy’s little button at 7 inches and nearly as thick as his wrist. Roddy would scream at the sight before him, if only he gritting against his bladder’s shame spasms. “You know Roddy, it could also do you well learn some bladder control.” Roddy felt himself shiver when he saw Egil smirk. Suddenly, like a shot gun, a heavy split second spurt of piss blasted from Egil’s giant length across Roddy’s desk, just barely missing his test paper. This time Roddy actually managed to shriek, only because his own bladder burst at the sight out of jealousy for the relief. The class laughed watching a jet of urine erupt from his baby cock and overflow from his seat to the floor. Seeing him hyperventilate trying to hold it back was more icing on the cake.
        \tEgil sighed and wryly shook his head. “No control, can’t even let out a short stream without letting it all go. Oh well, that’ll be a lesson for another day.” Roddy again managed to stop the flow, his legs nearly twisted in a knot. He looked down at his desk, tears stinging his eyes. Egil shook his dripping dong, not being careful of the drips he flecked on Roddy’s face, and casually packed his massive genitals back into his pants. He then patrolled the still astonished room again as if nothing happened. Kylend watched him walk away with a stoked expression that turned more mocking when he glanced at Roddy. He might not be the biggest in the room, but he’ll never be as low as that tiny piss-soaked worm between the croc’s thighs. And as if to top it off, Vyricus leaned down on the raptor’s desk, a naughty smile and bedroom eyes aimed down at his still erect 6-incher. Nope not the biggest, but their assistant proctor still fell for it.
        \tRoddy turned to his paper and stared at it for a while, rereading the words until he couldn’t hear the chuckles or flirting anymore. Why the fuck Egil—professor Egil didn’t yell at them, he couldn’t figure out. He just wanted to get out of here and curl into a ball somewhere where he couldn’t be made a mockery. He stuck to the safe option and chose ‘A’ with a huff. Holy fuck, what a journey to get to this answer. He did a quick silent prayer for the 3rd question to go easy on him, and to-mmf, hold the rest of this piss in. He kicked out his crossed legs, making him bob in his seat. That’s what he really needed right now, made to look smaller than a thimble and now very obviously on the verge of pissing himself.
        \t ‘What is the average adult male bladder capacity?’ ‘A: 300 ml,’ ‘A: 500 ml,’ ‘A: 800 ml,’ or ‘D: All the above.’ Roddy winced looking down at his paper, his legs kicking out faster. What is he, a doctor? He didn’t fucking know! And thinking about it didn’t help, considering he’s nearing his limit. If only he had the memory of how much he drank before class, maybe he could get a good estimate. But, u-uh, bladders are pretty stretchy, and, hnnrg! Roddy’s was feeling pretty stretched out at the moment. Maybe ‘All of the above’ could work here? Hell if he knew, on to question 4 already.
        \tQuestion 4…‘What is the ideal position for withholding urine?’ ‘A: sitting,’ ‘B: standing,’ ‘C: kneeling,’ or ‘D: squatting.’ Roddy groaned, in pain and frustration. This exam was fucking teasing him. He’s sitting right now, his bare ass squirming on the seat and fighting for his life, so that takes ‘A’ out. Maybe ‘B’ would be a little bit more effective, standing would give him more leverage to cross his legs and maybe double over to force some more weight on his crotch. ‘C’, kind of like sitting, but more room to writhe and bend…maybe not as good as standing, but an upgrade from his current situation-ah­ shit! Oh, that pang hurt. Roddy crossed his legs tighter and gripped his desk with both hands. He needed something to grab on to and ride out this wave.
        \tWith his teeth grit he read out option ‘D’…that certainly wouldn’t work. Roddy could imagine it, spreading his legs wide open, taking all that restraining pressure off his crotch, and his thighs pushing up against his bladder as he settled into a squat. Immediately his little dick would turn into a gushing fountain. He wouldn’t even have time to gasp or groan out. Just a twitch from his cocklet before his body’s limit was exceeded, and he’d melt into his relief. The heavenly sensation even making his asshole wink in that exposed state. Roddy could feel himself relax at the thought…maybe a little too much.
        \tA heavy squirt shot out from his dick and splattered on the floor. Roddy’s knee loudly banged his desk as he scrambled to squeeze himself again, his feet slipping and sqeaking on the wet floor beneath him. Fuck, that feels tight, nnng! His entire body shook, his toes scrunched, piss dripped down his leg. The rest of his watery payload screamed for its release. The only thing more painful than that feeling was knowing all of the eyes were watching him.
        \tThe big hunky croc tried his best to sink back in his seat. He dared himself to look around again, and yep, as expected, disgusted and outright angry glances galore. The tiny pissy crocodile bitch had caused a commotion again. Relsyn had finally freed his aching 5 inch uncut erection, yet another cock to put Roddy to shame. No teasing or foreplay, Relsyn was desperate in his own right. He went straight to vigorously stroking his shaft, his tongue shamelessly hanging out of his mouth. Roddy’s plight was simply delicious, even an average sized dragon like him suddenly became hung as stallion next to that pathetic croc. On a normal day Roddy may have been deeply disturbed by that, but given that the world seemed to be against him today he only frowned and blushed harder.
        \tVyricus watched with delight, rubbing the horny dragon’s shoulders. Although he was soon distracted by Kylend, who shook his comparatively massive cock in Roddy’s direction. When he was sure his miniscule and pouty crocodile friend was watching, he aimed his dick at his cupped hand and allowed himself a second or two of a meek piss stream, just enough to fill his hand. Kylend brought his impromptu cup to his grinning maw and sipped it up without flinching or a faulter in his jockish smile. He even ended it with a satisfied sigh, as if his piss were a refreshing tea properly brewed into his mug, unlike the degenerate crocodile who keeps leaking it onto the floor.
        \t “Fuck dude…” Vyricus whispered groping himself through his pants. Roddy could see by his bulge that the professor’s assistant wasn’t small either. Wasn’t that just great for everyone.
        \tQuestion 5…last question and a free response. His wet knees shook so hard his whole body trembled. ‘How would you excuse yourself to the bathroom in the following situations?’ Ah fuck… ‘In a casual setting with friends.’ God, these questions are so fucking weird. Well, he’d simply say ‘I gotta piss,’ or something like ‘gonna go piss real quick.’ If he was feeling really urgent, maybe he’d add some flavor like ‘Fuck I gotta piss’ or a blatant ‘I’m about to piss myself.’ He rocked and squirmed on his naked ass, that last one really resonated with him. Roddy blushed for what must’ve been the 1000th time since this test, he felt like a baby having to come up with ways to announce his bladder’s needs, as if they weren’t already obvious to his giggling watchers.
        \t ‘In a business setting.’ Roddy panted, he could feel the weight of an ocean trying to edge its way out. His body gave random jolts to the stabbing pains at his insides. He closed his eyes and tried his best to think of an answer. ‘A business setting?’ Roddy’s no stuck-up bean counting nerd, he had no fucking clue how one would formally announce that they were leaving a meeting to avoid violently flooding their slacks. Nnnng, another spurt! F-fuck it, maybe those rich assholes just say ‘excuse me’ and leave or lie and pretend they’re getting a call from their dick polisher or s-something. He took a few huffing breaths after writing that out. God-dammit, he had to piss!
        \t ‘In a classroom setting.’ A classroom? Like right now? Roddy was reaching his wits’ end, no position was good enough to relieve the extreme pressures even slightly. He could say anything if it meant finally getting to take the long, hard piss he needed so bad. But for this last final answer, he kept it short and sweet. A simple ‘may I use the bathroom’ would suffice.
        \tF-finally, finished! O-oh god…Roddy leaned forward, puffing his cheeks and pretzeling his legs. He couldn’t take it anymore, where the fuck is Egil?! He threw a shaking hand into the air.
        \t “What?” Professor Egil asked bluntly from the front of the room at his desk.
        \t “I-I f-finished the test!” Roddy strained out, bouncing in his seat.
        \t “What am I, your maid? Bring it to my desk.”
        \tThis was gonna be a hard one. Still bouncing, Roddy swung his dripping legs from under his desk. He took a breath and squeezed his moist cocklet once again. He rocked himself forward, using the momentum to bring him to his feet. He let out a groan, feeling the weight of his payload shift downward. The pressure was too much, he gasped as the pain quickly reached a sharp peak and overwhelmed him. He couldn’t even flinch in time before a drizzle leaked out from between the fingers that clamped down on his tiny bits. He closed his eyes and clenched his bladder to stop it, but a drip refused to be held back. The pain, plus the embarrassment from the echos of ‘gross’ and ‘nasty!’ left him huffing into the air and bordering tears.
        \tUgh…now to actually move. Keeping his thighs tight, Roddy awkwardly took a wide legged limp forward. He grunted on the landing, more heavy spurts hitting the floor. Fuck, Roddy cringed at the searing pain washing over him. Looking forward, past the horrified and shocked faces of his classmates, Egil’s desk wasn’t getting any closer. So, Roddy braced himself for the next limp, hah, and the next one, oh fuck, and the next one, hmphf, until he had finally made it to the desk, his loins dripping with need.
        \t “Took your damn time.” Egil commented as the mess of a croc staggered forward. Roddy held out his paper, hunched over. “I’m not touching that, do you see how much piss you got that paper?” Oh, nearly half the paper was covered in pissy handprints. “Not mention on my floors and your seat!” And behind him, a trail of piss lead back to his seat.
        \t “Wh-wha…” Roddy hopped in place, starting to hyperventilate. Egil won’t take his test, fuck was he gonna have to redo it?! He can’t hold it any longer, he’s gonna bu-
        \t “Just put it down.” Egil rolled his eyes.
        \tOh, right. Roddy set the paper on the desk, immediately feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders. Thank god, with that crisis now over Roddy could finally head to the bath- “Just where do you think you’re going?” Egil looked sternly at the croc who turned to the door.
        \tWasn’t it obvious? He’s dripping. “T-the b-bathroom.” Roddy croaked out.
        \t“The testing period isn’t over yet, back to your seat or that’s an automatic fail.”
        \t“Egil please! I’m pissing myself here!”
        \t“It’s professor, and I don’t care. You know the rules, back to your seat. Oh, and you’re cleaning my floors when this test is over.”
        \tRoddy’s heart sank, he could scream with all the pain and pressure ready to explode from inside him. Yet, after the test and its tribulations, all the broken croc could do was whimper. He did a twisting about face, only to be meet eyes with all of his jeering classmates. Laughter, gagging, cupped mouths in shock, phone cameras, and of course, Relsyn still not so subtly jacking himself. All of their reactions, all directed at him. The attention, the embarrassment, the pain, it was blurring. Or maybe it was just the tears.
        \tHe looked down and started his slow limping journey back to his seat. It hurt so much more this time, knowing he had a longer wait ahead. He started to feel numb below his waist, urine continued dripping down without Roddy even being able to tell.
        \tSuddenly, he froze, feeling a stab in his lower bladder. One more step and he’d absolutely lose all control, yet he was oh so close to his seat. He tensed himself, and took just two short hops, groaning and leaking on each, before he turned around clumsily dropped himself back into his chair. The force of his ass hitting the chair resonated through him and once again broke his limits. He shouted out just before a brief arc of pee sprung into the air. Roddy took deep panicked breaths, squeezing every muscle in his body to halt it. It hurt to even breath now, it was so incredibly tight.
        \tIt was also at that moment that Roddy realized…he was erect?! His 2 inch length had hardened to its full 4 inched potential. A grower, still not much of a shower. It twitched and flexed under his grip, greedy for more attention. Now he felt himself squirming and wincing for two reasons. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with him today? Why was he getting off on this? The feeling of his absolutely overfilled bladder, feeling it pulsate with each heartbeat, feeling it shiver with every breath, it was so sensitive. Every little movement made him flinch and gasp. It hurt but…it hurt kinda good. The teasing drips of urine going down his short shaft shot more sensations through him. He forced himself to look up, a sob in his throat. He saw every face staring at him in their various emotion states. He was completely exposed, every detail of his most intimate parts were out in the open for his audience’s judgement. All the while helplessly dribbling that taboo liquid meant for the sanctity of a bathroom. It was horrifying, but at the same time Roddy wished he could hear some of those thoughts. He could only imagine the stinging vinegar a sneering doe used to describe his tiny sausage in her head, or perhaps the gushing explicit commentaries Relsyn thought to himself on every stroke of his cock…weird imagery to have about his friend to be honest, but fuck he felt so horny!
        \t“Aaah…” A soft moan of pain and pleasure slipped from Roddy as he jerked forward. His bladder pangs were hitting a fever pitch, he felt a massive surge of pressure hit him like a train. His control was slipping, his insides were simply exhausted. A flailing hand reached for the ceiling once more. “Eg-professor! Can I go now?”
        \tThe horned beetle looked up at him, unmoved. “I already told you, no one leaves until the testing period is over.”
        \t“Please, please! I’m actually about to piss myself!” Roddy pleaded, his feet stomping under the desk.
        \tEgil narrowed his eyes, deciding the lowly creature’s fate. “Beg.” He said flatly.
        \t“W-what?”
        \t“Beg. Prove to me that you need it.”
        “F-fuck…” He groaned to himself, facing physical and mental anguish at this new challenge. “Please, please, please professor!” Roddy wailed, hunched over in his seat, his hands clasping his dick shut.
        \t“How bad do you need it?”
        \t“So fucking bad. I-it hurts so m-much, a-and my dick can’t stop dripping.” His voice was interrupted by sobs. “Please professor, let me go!”
        \t“You know, any responsible student would have used the bathroom before the test. Why didn’t you?”
        \t“I don’t know! I…I-I’m stupid! Ah!” Roddy could feel a flow starting, and he knew he couldn’t hold it back this time. “Please! It’s coming!”
        \t“Hmmm….” Egil had a slight smile watching Roddy’s face scrunch in absolute agony. Voices in the classroom rose in suspense for the final burst.
        \t “A-ah shit…I c-can’t…aaah…” Roddy closed his eyes and gave one last meek groan of effort before his will absolutely shattered. He suddenly went limp, his shaking hands releasing his cocklet, his tongue lolling out of his panting mouth. His stream started up slowly, growing from a frequent dribble to steady stream erupting from his dickhead and flowing down his balls. An arch of piss gradually rose higher as his stream gained strength.
        \t “Hey Roddy!”
        Through Roddy’s frazzled mind, he could hear Relsyn’s voice calling out for him. “H-huh?”
        \t “Catch!” Roddy flinched when a plastic cup bounced off his snout. “Sorry!”
        \tA cup! A bit too late but fuck he needed it! Roddy whined while bending over to pick it up, his compressed bladder blasting away at his chest. He whipped back up, trembling with need. He quickly pushed his stiff cock down and shoved the cup into the stream. “O-oh f-fuck…” He groaned, actively pushing his stream for the first time. His piss was so strong it nearly threw the cup out his grip, and it felt so fucking good. His eyes rolled back, his whole-body racked with intense pee shivers. Just like that test question, this felt right on par with one of the most intense orgasms he ever felt. All of the shit he put up with today, all the stress and torture, finally flowing out of him in one big blast.
        \tRoddy jumped at the sudden sound of splashing. He snapped out of his relief fervor to find his cup was overfilling, it was too small, shit! He grunted and squeezed himself yet again while clenching his sore muscles to stop the flow. “Aaah, f-fuck!” He rasped, his feet stomped and kicked out at the sharp pain. He was nowhere near finished, and his bladder let him know. He looked around, hoping, praying for someone to hand him another cup, but all his watchers were empty handed and mouth agape. Fuck! What was he supposed with the full cup?! Pour it out on the floor? He might as well go ahead and piss straight on the floor! Ah, fuck, fuck, he’s leaking again! Dammit, there’s only one way to empty this cup.
        \tRoddy, his face now a deep crimson red, closed his eyes and took a breath. He brought the cup to his lips and took deep gulps, blocking out the shocked gasps and shouting from around him. He gagged, fighting hard not to vomit or choke. His piss stung in his throat, it was so acidic and potent, it was like downing ammonia. Its musky scent filled his nose and watered his eyes, but he kept going until the cup was empty. He whipped it back down to his hard cock and sighed heavily as his leaking dick jetted back to full strength, waves of relief riding up his spine again. He heaved, the bitter and slightly salty taste in his mouth was refreshed with every breath.  It was disgusting, he had no idea how he wasn’t completely throwing up…maybe it was the fucking rush it gave him.
        \tHis little cock convulsed and twitched as he slowed the flow once more. Though not as urgent, he wasn’t done yet and the cup needed another emptying. He brought it to his mouth again, but with less resistance this time. In fact, he felt a little excited. His wide open legs made that obvious. He was a complete degenerate, a sick nasty fuck that everyone had the displeasure of watching. He could only imagine their thoughts, calling him every belittling word in the book, taking note of every detail of his small scalie genitalia, and how every word and observation would be absolutely right. They’ll never forget the sight of his most private bits, and they’ll think of it every time they see Roddy afterwards, no matter how innocent the context.
        \tHmpf, his cocklet felt uncomfortably stiff. He used his free hand, really just his thumb and fingers at his size, to give it a rub. He let out a soft hungry moan as he drank. He sighed when the cup was empty again, savoring the flavor in his breath. He aimed his penis back into it one more time as a calmer stream pattered inside of it. Roddy looked around at his classmates in a flustered daze. He took note that many of them were filming this incident on their phones, a weary yet excited smile spread on his face. Oh, they want a show huh? They’re gonna get one…
        \tShortly into his 3rd round at the cup, Roddy’s piss stream slowed down gradually until it was nothing but a drip. His bladder was finally empty, but he felt another urgent need roaring inside. One that took more work to let out than it did to hold in. His fingers went back to massaging his short length while he drank his remaining piss. His classmates surrounded him, their astounded and disturbed comments filled the room. He made sure to drink this last serving slowly, taking in that tingling sensation in his throat with every gulp. Roddy licked the insides of the cup when it was empty, the memory of its taste on his tongue made him lightheaded. He felt so hot and bothered, he squirmed in place as his fingered dick massages intensified.
        \tHe panted out feeling a familiar pressure rise, almost a call back to his piss struggles, only this pressure came from deeper inside. His hips felt eager to jump up into his rubs, chasing that feeling as it rose ever higher. Roddy couldn’t stop thinking about all the eyes on him right now, how they were watching one of the most private acts of his life, how they could see every bit of him on display and in intimate pleasure, how they watched him drink the piss he could still taste on his breath, how they could see his worthlessness compared to the fatcocked scalies in the room. Yes, look at his tiny pathetic dick as its about to shoot its useless puny load. Oh god, yes, yes, yes!
        \tHe threw his head back and yelled out as he came, his entire body pulsating in tune as his little cock feverishly pumped out a load of cum that was actually surprising for his shrimpy size. He bucked his hips as he rode out wave after wave of his orgasm, it was like it had intensified the glorious relief he felt earlier 1000-fold. Fuck, Roddy could black out from this, the feeling was making him go numb. Soon, he passed the peak of his orgasm, and settled back in his chair as a twitching breathy mess. Holy fuck, he’s never had a nut that hard from jacking off.
        \tThen suddenly, that post orgasm, post piss, post irrationally horny high wore off, and Roddy was back to being bottomless and wet in his classroom, all the while looking down multiple camera lens aimed at him. Oh right…he didn’t want them to forget this. And his friend, er, professor stood before him not looking very happy. He was left frozen and mute. “That was a real interesting show Roddy,” Egil started. “I’m pretty sure the dean would love to hear your justification for interrupting a test for your own personal gratification.” Roddy could only blink. What could he say to even begin to try to explain this? “As for now, clean up my floors.”
        \tRoddy looked around, expecting a mop or towel or something, anything to clean up his shame, but of course there was none. All he had to clean his mess was his hat and his hoodie…Roddy sighed. He kept his eyes glued to the very wet and sticky floor as he got down on his knees. He took off his hoodie and hat, making him officially completely nude. He begun wiping up his mess with them, soiling his absolutely last bit of refuge. He sniffled and sobbed, his cruel classmates laughed and pointed at the digusting fuck wallowing in his own piss and jizz. Their laughter kept getting louder and more imposing until it was deafening, and he could quite literally feel their scorn start to suffocate him. Then suddenly, everything went black.
        \tRoddy yelled out, popping up in his bed gasping for air. He whipped his head around as the world slowly came back to him. He was…in his bedroom, breathing freely, and not a single cackling classmate in view or earshot. Oh…that was just a nightmare…thank god. No unspeakable acts or secret insecurities burned into anyone’s memories…whew.
        \tRoddy clutched his chest, his racing heart threatened to burst right out of it. All of that shame and humiliation felt so real, he could even feel himself tearing up at that moment, but it was just…all in his head. Yeesh. Maybe this was a sign to go to therapy. Though, it wouldn’t be very fun to tell his therapist about his dick being too small.
        He also had no idea how he was gonna face his classmates tomorrow. Their scorn, and images—fantasies? —of his friends’ dicks were forever scarred into his memory. Oh god, the next time he sees Egil he won’t be able to think of anything else but his massive, thick, pulsating…gggrrrraaahhh! And now his face burning for two reasons. Although…somewhere else felt a little warm too…like his entire ass and crotch. He leaned up and felt his bed squish underneath him…aw shit.
        \tRoddy pulled back the sheets and sighed. He frowned, and his entire body seemed to frown with him. A collective disappointed and shameful slouch at the large dark diameters on both his bed and the back of his sheets. At least no one else was here to see this…but this time it’s real. Confirming that he is indeed the wet little bitch of a croc he was mocked so harshly for being in his dream. His lips wavered, god he was so pathetic.
        \tHis thighs and genitals had a thin sheen of moistness in the low light of the room, with some drips oozing out of his erect (still) puny cock. Suddenly his frown turned into a scowl, and his thighs squeezed together as a shot of piss arched over his bed.
        \tFuck! He clamped down on his short shaft, the desperation he felt was another part of his cruel reality. What a fucking world! He threw off his sheets and dashed to the bathroom, leaking with every painful step along the way.
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