At the weekend, Vika broke off from school and went home to her parents. As a 17-year-old, Vika easily coped with the fact that sometimes she could not write from morning until evening. But when she once decided to cancel her evening visit to the toilet and endure it at night, she then lay with her legs crossed, fidgeting all the time for 2 hours and could not sleep, so she refused this idea. Vika was slightly above average height, fair-haired, and had a figure that many other 17-year-old girls would envy. (If there was a beauty contest among college students, she would be in the top three).

But still dissatisfied with her appearance, she tried to wear skirts as short as possible and keep everything as tight as possible, of course, up to certain limits. Teachers have already noted to her that her appearance does not meet the standards of the school. Therefore, in addition to the skirt, she once again began to wear tight jeans, which emphasized her slim legs. And experiments with her bladder arose and for some reason proved to be quite interesting in such tight conditions. At first she wanted to write during the evening walks around the city, but there was nowhere. Do not run in the dark in an unfamiliar courtyard. But she had a reliable bladder that never failed her. Unless it was necessary to unbutton a button in jeans, when she was in jeans. And so her jeans are quite satisfied.

The skirt, however, seemed to her too long, now uncomfortably short. The edges of the skirt almost reached the “line of cowards”, so we had to wear shorts that were even smaller and more tight. In the end, she began to wear Tanga panties, although it was considered indecent and unpresentable for respectable girls from an elite school ...

So, on Saturday she was also sent to buy medicine for her father. She went in and called the pharmacist for the pills required for her father. Checking if an error had occurred, she reread the recipe, and compared it with what was on the shelves. Then she noticed on sale diuretic (ie, diuretic) tablets. She was alone in the pharmacy, and the temptation was very great. No sooner said than done.

Already leaving the pharmacy, she re-read the instructions, whether the adoption of such pills would lead to any undesirable consequences. It is possible to dehydrate the organism, it is necessary to drink more, and no harm from a single dose, except for the increased volume of urine produced. She smiled to herself, wanting to experience the opportunities that were being revealed.

Vika had to go back to school by 9:00 pm Sunday, and she planned to spend all the time with her boyfriend, so she decided to return to classes only on Monday morning. For this purpose, the train was suitable, which departed at 5. 45 in the morning, and she will just have time on time. But it was necessary to put on clothing for study in advance, because there will be no time to change clothes after arrival.

She drank a cup of coffee before her mother escorted her to the station, and she had another 5 minutes left. The uniform jacket was reliably disguised under the jacket, she was wearing a skirt of strict gray color, but only an unusually short one, under which even shorter panties existed (so that they would not accidentally look out from under the skirt).

As often happened when she was wearing a skirt, several men were on the benches opposite her. But she ignored their views, thinking back to the previous evening. A month has already passed, as she did not see Max, and as they say, “the absence makes the heart beat louder, and the cockerel lengthens even more,” which seemed to be the case with Max. At least he had never seemed so hard to her, as well as so long, so it was worth staying until the morning train.

After the party in the pub, her bladder was remarkably full, which, as she noticed for the first time by chance, and then naturally, increased her sensations from his cock inside her.And after, having run off yet to pee when it was necessary to do it quickly, she liked how her urine poured out of her, if it can be said not to be pulled out, and so on several times. Once she even made a puddle to estimate the volume.

And so, waiting for the morning train, she moved her hips in time with her memory, and thought over ideas. She wanted to take a pill in the evening, she forgot. And now I decided to check its effect. If she takes a pill now, she may be on the verge of the same explosion and in the same sexually excited state, but already during the trip, as in the sequel. And without that, her bladder had already pouted, she wanted to write like a fire extinguisher, and to do this, the station toilet would have fit, but she decided to hold on to this urine after breakfast, in order to become bigger, really full of drunk water. Everything depended on the effectiveness of the pills. She put one in her mouth and swallowed.

When the train started moving, she glanced at her fellow travelers: one quite pretentious young man was sitting opposite, two older men were with him, and none of the three tried to look under her skirt. Two businesswomen, businesswomen, sat on a nearby bench, sometimes looking at her. But both of them were busy with their cares and did not look at the young bird. She pulled her skirt as low as possible, although it did not change anything, and delved into reading Gustav Flaubert's book.

Thirty minutes later, Vika realized that it was already difficult for her to concentrate on reading the novel. She really really wanted to use the toilet, and she crossed her legs to make her discomfort more tolerable. The train passed the last major stop, and after that there had to be a long non-stop interval. She wanted to wee-ry already as much as she didn’t anticipate for this stage, but not so badly that she couldn’t cope with it. In the train, all the toilets were closed as usual, it was two hours to go. The carriage was shaking.

Vika felt that the pills had already produced their effect, and she would only have to reinterpret the current volume in accordance with her endurance. In the end, the idea to try it was no less explosive, and she was sure that she would cope with herself, as always. She looked out the window and convinced herself that everything she had planned was a sure way to experience what was happening.

The train rushed and shook. Suddenly, the guy with the girl left the passage between the cars, but soon returned. Vika understood everything, especially when she heard from the negotiations.

- I soaked my boots. It's so wet there now.

- Careful next time.

- Look, traces lead.

- Can wipe?

- How?

After sitting for two minutes, the couple decided to move to another car, away from the crime scene. And Vika was already thinking that she somehow didn’t think that it was possible to go to the toilet between the cars. She got up, went out into the vestibule, saw the wet marks from the soles of the boots, and immediately went back.

- They still hang it on me.

Before her, there seemed to be no choice but to strain and sit. At least in class, she sat from first to last, even if she wanted to go to the toilet already at the first lesson. In the meantime, another man sat opposite her, and began to stare at her.

She crossed her legs even more tightly, but her skirt was a little up, and maybe her panties were peeking out. She decided to straighten the skirt down, but this seems to change nothing. They already drove 50 minutes. And then her desire to run to the toilet somehow increased naturally. Stronger than she expected, and she could barely endure, giving up her legs even more, and began to fidget noticeably, and at the same time wanted to smoothly settle in a comfortable position. The man in general stopped noticing her attention, and plunged into some thoughts of his own. Even if she didn’t become even more ill, she would have a real fight for about half an hour ahead, and if it gets even worse, crossing the legs may not be enough.

Best of all, she thought, it would really be a little cast.But she tucked her heel under herself, but at the same time somehow twisted awkwardly, that there was a sharp tension ...