The second bell rang, and class officially started. Laura asked if there were any last-minute questions about the quiz and there were a few. She then handed out the test papers, got another bottle of water, put a flavor in it, and went to stand at her podium. She had a little more buffer time this time than last class, and she did not have to get off the stand to get anything she needed. The water cart with the dreaded carafe was in easy reach.
She had some of the papers from last class on her podium that she started grading as she stood there. She took several large gulps of water as she did so. The thought came to her that it was amazing how she was settling into being a Green, standing with legs spread and knowing she was going to be peeing soon in front of a class full of students. She still hated it but was going to do what she needed to do to get through this. The flavoring helped. It was not a strong flavor, but a mild fruit flavor. Refreshing actually.
It was only 40 minutes into the class period, and she was done with the second bottle. She had already drunk almost three and a half liters out of the twelve and was over a quarter of the way done. She felt that familiar pressure in her bladder. A part of her wondered if she could postpone the inevitable until the beginning of the next class period. It was a Study Hall and she really had little to do in the period other than monitor the students.
All too soon though, she started rocking from foot to foot. Her full bladder was not going to wait until the next period. Once again, she tried to position the carafe in such a way that she would not make any sound. Once again, when she tried to pee, nothing happened. She had to think of waterfalls and rain. Then the dam broke and a full stream went rushing into the bottle. As before, the sound was louder than she had expected. She tried to adjust the angle, but it did not seem to make any difference, it was simply loud in the quiet room. Laura did not know it, but the carafe was made of special material and shaped in such a way as to maximize the sound of anything poured into it.
Heads shot up around the room. Most of the class was done with the test and they were simply going over the answers to make sure they had them right as they had been taught to do. The force of her pee surprised her. It felt so good to let loose. The sensation was as good as a small orgasm. Unknown to Laura, in addition to the material and shape of the carafe, the flavored powder that she added was a mild diuretic that caused an increased need to pee. It also changed the Ph of her pee so that it caused pleasure during the act of peeing. The stimulation would increase each time she peed.
As expected, Chris was the first to comment, "WOW Ms. Burk, you sure have a lot of pee in you! That is so fucking hot that you are standing there with your legs spread out and you a peeing in front of all of us. You must be really getting into this nude thing!"
Laura was lost in the sensation she was feeling. She could not remember peeing feeling so good. She thought it must be because she had held it in as long as she could. It always felt better when she really had to go and then finally did. Eventually the torrent relented and only a small trickle remained.
When she was done, she rubbed the edge of the carafe against her pussy and got the last few drops. It felt good. After rubbing the edge against her pussy several times, she came to her senses and stopped. Many of the students were looking at her in silence. She noticed that the pedestal time had reached 0:00 but there were still several minutes in the period. She walked over to the clear bucket, Tipped it slightly and poured the contents of the carafe into the bucket as quietly as she could by pouring onto the side of the bucket. When she was done, she placed the carafe back onto the water car and looked around the room. Everyone was done and was trying to appear as if they were reviewing their answers, but really, they were just trying to not look like they were not looking at her.
Even Chris was at a loss for words. Laura smiled a little smile to herself when she realized he was more talk than even he wanted to admit. Then she frowned, what the fuck was happening to her? Less than a day and a half ago the thought of having to become a Green caused her to panic, now she was rubbing her spread pussy after peeing in front of a classroom of her students.
As she was contemplating the implications of what was happening, the bell rang. All the students placed their test in the basket by the door as they filed out of the room.
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The next class was a study hall again. Yesterday it had not been too bad. All she needed to do was watch the students to make sure they were not disrupting the other students. She grabbed a packet of flavor and added it to the next bottle of water then grabbed the stack of tests that had just been turned in and stepped onto the podium footpads.
As the seats were filling in, Tim asked, "Ms. Burk, is it true that not only do you have to stand on that podium displaying yourself, but you have to pee into a bottle too?"
"Yes, Tim it is true. They added the requirement that I drink all the water on this cart by the end of the day. If I don't, any undrunk water will be measured, and time will be added to my sentence."
April said, "I heard that you already have time added to your sentence. The story is that you will be naked three more days than the original sentence."
"No, no, that is a wild exaggeration, I did not spend enough time on these footpads yesterday and a little over three hours have been added, that is all. Not three days. I do not intend to add any more time today, so I am going to start out the period at my podium drinking my water, so I don't mess up again and add any more time."
"I think you're being very brave Ms. Burk. I can't imagine if I had to display my, um, lower parts, like you do." April added.
"Yes, I hate it, but I have already learned that it is not the end of the world. Now everyone, settle down. I am going to do some grading and you all should be studying. When I am done with my 24 minutes at the podium I will step off and if you need any help with anything, raise your hand and I will see what I can do for you. Any questions? No, Okay then, please don't mind the semi-naked teacher at the front of the room. It is all a figment of your imagination." There were a few snickers at that, but soon everyone was doing what they should be doing.