Fern leaned against the cool wall of the university bathroom, trying to catch her breath. She had hurried to class late, trying to beat the bell, and her face was flushed from the hurried walk. She adjusted her skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles as she glanced anxiously at the door. Class hadn't started yet, but she didn't want to be seen coming in with a face like this.
She had always been plump, even in high school, but college had only added to her curves. Her parents had tried to get her to lose weight before she started school, but she had refused. She loved her body, with its softness and roundness. And she loved to eat.
As she entered the classroom, she felt a flutter in her stomach. She wasn't anxious about the class, she was more worried about her body. This morning, she had gorged on pancakes and bacon, washing it down with coffee, as she always did. But now, as she sat down in her desk, she could feel the weight of her meal pressing against her small bladder.
Fern shifted uncomfortably as the professor began talking. Beside her, her friend Jade whispered something, but Fern barely heard her over the murmur of voices in the room. All she could think about was how badly she had to pee.
Finally, the professor took a break, and Fern made a beeline for the bathroom. She shut the door behind her, her heart hammering in her chest. She had already been to the bathroom once during the hour and a half class, and she didn't want to have to do it again. Not when she was this full.
Fern stood in front of the mirror, taking deep breaths. She hated how nervous she got about using the bathroom, but she couldn't help it. She undid her skirt, letting it pool at her feet, and then inched her panties down to her ankles. She motioned for them to join her skirt, but before they could, she felt a gush of warmth between her legs.
Fern gasped, her face turning white. She had felt the pressure building up, but she hadn't expected to actually pee in the bathroom. She quickly pushed her panties down, stepping out of the mess before she lost her balance. Then she grabbed some toilet paper and tried to clean herself up.
She knew she should flush, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. What if someone heard the sound? She was already so embarrassed, and now she was standing in the bathroom with pee-stained panties in her hand. She couldn't bear to look at herself any longer.
Fern hurried back to her desk, her heart pounding. She tried to focus on the lecture, but all she could think about was the wet spot on her panties and the sickening feeling in her stomach. As the class ended, she made a beeline for the bathroom again.
This time, she managed to successfully pee without any accidents. She felt a rush of relief as she finally emptied her bladder, but it was short-lived. As she stood up, she felt a pressure in her intestines. Her face flushed again as she realized that she had to poop.
Fern groaned inwardly. She hated using the bathroom at school, but she had no choice. She turned the faucet on, letting the cool water run over her hands. As she reached down to unbutton her pants, she let out a small fart, the sound echoing in the small bathroom.
She winced as she felt the poop pressing against her buttocks, but she couldn't hold it in any longer. She squatted over the toilet, her pants and panties around her ankles. As she released the pent-up gas and feces, she tried to ignore the smell and the mess. She used a lot of toilet paper, trying to clean herself up, but she couldn't seem to get rid of the odor.
Fern washed her hands again, wishing she could just disappear. She felt embarrassed and humiliated, even though she knew no one could see or know what she had just done. As she walked back to her desk, she swore that she would never eat again.
But she knew that wasn't true. She loved food too much to give it up completely. And she knew that every time she ate, she would have to face the same fear and embarrassment in the bathroom. It was a cycle that seemed endless, but one that she had no choice but to endure.
