Yure had been underselling his need to pee. He had woken up with his bladder rather full, and had been laying in bed, enjoying the tight feeling in his belly. When Liontari had pushed him into the bed, he found holding in his pee throughout the rutting to be a fun test of his stamina. He’d had to power through, even as the cock pressed into his backside, unable to even use his hands to hold himself. The fact that Liontari had been oblivious to his need gave it an extra-naughty thrill. He’d gotten off on being desperate right under his nose! (Well, as long as the lion didn’t notice the couple of pee squirts that he’d spilled on the bed while Liontari was riding out his orgasm.)

And his need had only gotten stronger since then. By the time he’d gone out the door, his steps had taken on a sort of choreography: he wiggled his hips and grabbed his crotch, anything to keep the pee inside him. He wasn’t actually sure if he’d be able to hold it in all day, but he was going to have a lot of fun trying. And if he wasn’t able, that was what his diaper was for, regardless of what Liontari said.

By the time he got to his school desk, the tension in his bladder was impossible to ignore. Sitting down at his desk posed a challenge: since the necessary bending caused a sudden contraction in the space for his bladder. He had to stare at his desk for a bit, trying to puzzle out the best way to slide into his seat without having it squeeze too hard on his insides. He knew several of his classmates were watching, and he wondered if they knew what was going through his mind right now. Was his need obvious? Would they be whispering amongst themselves about the poor kitty who was trying hard not to go pee in his diaper? Or would they write it off as just another mannerism of an eccentric kitten, and the fact that he was desperately trying not to soak his padding would be a secret known to him alone?

He finally figured out how to get into his seat with minimal bending when the teacher, a painted wolf named Mister Walters, called him out. “Do you need to go to the bathroom, Yure?”  What kind of question was that? Of course he didn’t need to go to the bathroom. He never used the bathroom at school. And he proudly announced this. If the class didn’t realize what was going on before, then they would definitely know now. All the extra eyes on him was making him even stiffer than he already was. He wondered if he could get away with trying to rub himself during class.

He decided to start small. While he took notes with one hand, his free hand sat in his lap, not making any sudden movements, but gently applying pressure to the front of his diaper. It made his padding rub against his stiffy pleasurably, but it also put some additional weight on his bladder, causing his legs to squirm and twitch. Thankfully, he had never been very good at peeing with a stiffy, so all of his pee stayed inside his bladder. He just had to make sure not to cum, or else his erection would deflate, and all bets would be off.

Feeling emboldened, he began to rub the flat of his palm against his diaper, keeping his mouth shut to quell any moans. The tightness of his cock pressing against his pants mingled pleasantly with the tightness of his bladder. The entire area between his legs felt like it was going to explode, and he began to hump, pushing his pelvis into his hand. He stopped trying to take notes and lost himself in the feeling, rocking his hips and grinding his padding against his paw.

It took a nudge on his shoulder to bring him back to reality. For a moment he panicked, worried that Mister Walters had caught him rubbing off in his padding. But it was only his friend and classmate, Declan the brown bear, reaching over from the next desk over.

“You need to go potty, don’t you?” he whispered.

Of course he had noticed. Declan, as nice as he was, made it his hobby to know the bathroom habits of every kid in class. Yure ignored him, worried that responding would just draw more attention to them. He continued to press his paw into his padding, but more slowly this time, mindful of the fact that he had an audience. Knowing that Declan was watching also made him more sensitive than before, his willy twitching whenever he thought about it. He had to be careful and take breaks to avoid pushing himself too far.

But Declan wasn’t going to leave this alone. “If you have to go potty, you should tell Mister Walter.”


No, no way could Mister Walter know about this. Just the thought of getting caught touching himself with a full bladder made him seize up in panic… and made a certain part of his anatomy tense up with pleasure. He pushed his hands into his seat, which only made it feel even better. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on not cumming.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just tell Mister Walter myself.”

No. No no no. But he couldn’t say as much without losing his focus on holding back his orgasm. He rocked in place, trying to regain some control as he watched Declan raise his hand. If Declan announced his need to the entire room, he knew he’d lose it.

“Ah yes, Declan.” That was the voice of Mister Walter. “Thank you for volunteering. Please come up to the board.”

A lucky break for Yure, as the obedient brown bear switched gears, getting out of his seat to solve the task that he had unwittingly offered himself to. With the focus away from Yure, he was able to get his pulsing nethers under control, and as he relaxed, he noticed for the first time that it wasn’t just his bladder that was aching for release: Yure had to poop too.

He had been so focused on enjoying his need to pee, he hadn’t even noticed his other need creeping up on him. While holding in his pee was fun and gave him a stiffy, holding in his poop was much less enjoyable. He wanted this poop out of him, and he was not going to wait until he got home to do it. He squirmed in his seat and pressed a paw into the back of his padding, trying to stem the dull pressure emanating from his bowels.

He considered his options: the school toilets were simply not an option. He refused to do his business there. Sorry Liontari, he thought. I’m coming home with a soiled diaper whether you like it or not. His next option was to just poop his diaper right there. But his shyness would never allow that: what if someone noticed? Pooping was something that took a lot of focus: what if he got called on while he was making a load in his diaper? No, he needed to be able to go in private. It would have to be during recess then: he’d find a private spot on the playground to do his business. His goal: to relieve the irritating pressure in his bowels without having to sacrifice the much more enjoyable pressure in his bladder.

He watched the clock count down while dealing with a mounting pressure from both ends. The heavy weight in his gut pushed on his sensitive bladder, and he felt a spurt of pee escape into his diaper: both hands immediately went between his legs to stem the flow, which left his behind vulnerable, and a toot escaped his rear as the pressure spiked. Yure was a squirming mess, rocking in his seat to maintain some semblance of control. There was no way that he was being subtle now.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to be subtle for much longer. There were just minutes left in class before recess, but each minute was sixty seconds of agony. When the bell finally rang, he didn’t even hear what Mister Walters said as he dismissed them: his mind was focused entirely on making it outside and finding a private place to do his business. He already had a place in mind: the padded kitten hadn’t made it this far in life without constantly being on the lookout for the best spots to get some relief away from the watchful eyes of teachers and classmates. His target: a secluded patch of grass just below one of the classroom windows. It was obscured by a bulky power transformer on one side, and a tree on the other. If he ducked down below the windowsill, it would be difficult for anyone to see him.

He was oblivious to the bustle of the other students as he pushed his way out onto the playground. In his haste to reach his secret spot, Yure wasn’t paying much attention to where he was going as he ducked under the tree and crawled into his secret spot. Since the hiding place was occluded by design, he didn’t notice the other cub until he had already bumped into him, knocking him on his bum. The tumble didn’t do Yure any favors, and as he cradled his belly in pain he felt some liquid escape from his high-pressure bladder and spray into the front of his padding.

The other cub was knocked onto his hands and knees, and Yure recognized him as Randy, a jackal pup with a temperament. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” said Randy as he pushed himself back up into a standing position and rubbed the dirt from his palms onto his shorts, and in the moment where his butt was sticking out Yure thought he could see the seat of his pants was pulled down by some extra weight… or maybe it was just a trick of the light. “What are you doing here, anyway? Get out.”

Yure apologized and tried to give him space; there wasn’t really enough room for two cubs in here, and it was starting to feel cramped. But Randy was blocking the way out. “Oh, uh…” Yure hesitated to admit why he had really come here: The jackal had a reputation for teasing the other cubs for perceived childishness. He tried to think of an excuse when he remembered the way Randy’s pants had sagged. Were they both here for the same reason? “Never mind me, why are you here?”

Randy harrumphed and crossed his arms. “I don’t have to answer that; I asked you first,” he said. The jackal reached behind him and rubbed at the back of his pants, then stiffened and looked skittish. “Whatever. I gotta leave now anyway.” He backed out of the hiding place before dashing off, and Yure couldn’t help but notice that the cub’s legs were spread a bit wider than normal.

And now Yure was alone, although he took another moment to peer out from his hiding spot and make sure he was alone. Not seeing anyone, he took a deep breath and dropped into a squat, doing his best to relax his rear without relaxing his bladder. He felt his insides shift, and then…

“There you are, Yure!”

Of course it was Declan who popped his head around the power transformer at the exact moment that Yure was just starting to feel relief. The bear cub must have seen him when he poked his head out.

“I’ve been looking for you! I was gonna talk to you after class, but you just ran out! We’re playing baseball and we need one more, do you want to join us?”

No, he did not want to play baseball. He wanted to poop in his diaper, and then either grab his spare diaper from his backpack and change, or just avoid drawing any attention for the rest of the school day. But he couldn’t say any of that, and so he didn’t have a reason he could voice to not play. So he ended up saying “Um… okay…” and allowed Declan to lead him out of his hiding spot, even as his belly churned angrily. “Calm down,” he pleaded with his stomach. “I’m trying…”

This was going to be a long recess.
