Wesley squirmed in his seat for a few more minutes as he waited for the teacher's attention to waver on the lecture. He folded his hands until she looked in his direction, then shot his paw up and waved. The teacher called on him. "Yes, Wesley? Do you know what the word 'Obsequious' means?" She stood looking to him. Wesley paused for a moment, crossing his legs. "Um, can I go to the bathroom?" He asked, folding his hands once again. The teacher shook her head. "No, it doesn't mean 'can I go to the bathroom'. It means..." She continued explaining the vocabulary from today's lesson as Wesley's stomach growled, his friends looking towards him and understanding what it must have meant.
"No, I mean, can I go to the bathroom? I have to go, like, now." He said, closing his bunny butt-cheeks as he said it. The teacher continued to seem dubious towards his question. "It's almost the end of class. I think you should be able to wait." She said, turning back to the board. Wesley grimaced and tried to ask again. Before he spoke, he unexpectedly let off some steam through his pants, causing most of the class to look towards him, including the teacher. "I'm about to go in my pants." He said in a rather dry tone, the proof of his accusation in the air. The teacher sighed after waving in front of her face. "Oh, gracious. Fine, fine, do what you want. Don't forget the potty pass." She pointed to a thin, wooden panel hanging next to the door. Wesley scooted out of his seat, feeling just a slight bit of wetness between his cheeks as he walked, knowing that his underwear must have a streak going down the middle, but it was better than going around with a lump hanging behind him.
Wesley tooted and pooted his way to the restroom, smiling as he opened the door. He walked into the peach-colored, tiled walls and familiar three stalls and two urinals. Inside, there was already someone taking up the 2nd stall, having quite the bowel movement of his own. The sound of clacking on a video game and a pair of porcine hooves draped with shorts was underneath the stall. "Who's that?" The pig questioned as Wesley walked in. "Oh, no one." Wesley said before taking his hands off his rear, about to open the stall door. The pig recognized who it was. "Aw man, what're you doing in here?" The pig said with an accusatory tone, the sound of wiping quite audible. Wesley paused and conversed before entering the stall. "I gotta go, bad." He said, freely farting as he talked.
The pig exited the stall. "Yeah, I bet!" He said as Wesley continued slowly decorating his underwear. "Hey, I got an idea. I dare you to..." The pig trailed off for a second before poking Wesley in the chest. "I dare you to do it in your pants! You're not a chicken, are you?" The pig smiled as he put his hands on his hips. Wesley thought about it for a moment, wondering if it was worth taking a dare like this. "Alright come on..." The pig suggested. "I double doo-doo dare you!" He said to Wesley. Now the stakes had been raised, and so had the pressure in his stomach. "Come on, what's a little doo-doo in your pants?" the pig teased. Wesley knew that he already had a little bit of that in his underwear, and it was only going to get worse the longer he stood thinking about this.
What happened after that?
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