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A Lesson in Poise

By Zrathie

The classroom filled with ten nursing students. They were all male of various different species, all wearing nursing scrubs. One would have thought that the gathered creatures were there studying medicine, but the truth was they were there for a much different reason. There was a dragon, a wolf, a crocodile some various felines and canines and even a lemur. One of those canines was an African Wild Dog by the name of Jacob.

While it was correct that the students were studying to become nurses. They were not studying to become medical nurses. A more apt description would be fetish nurses. Nurses taking on a dominant role in a particular part of a mental hospital. It was a wing allotted for what we will just call medical roleplay. With the declining government funding for mental institutions, Tulip Gardens Psychiatric Hospital had to use more creative ways to generate revenue.

To this end, one of the wings of the large hospital that had been forced to close down due to lack of funding was reopened to provide a very different kind of service. It was now offering a BDSM roleplay experience. Where dominant's could drop off their submissives for a weekend or even longer. The submissives would be committed as a faux mental patient. While the decision was controversial with the board of directors, they were soon won over by the shareholder's love for its profitability. The could take money for service outside of legitimate medicine, and the revenue could be used to enhance the treatment of legitimate mental patients.

The service had been very selective invite-only affair but now had expanded to take in regular kinksters wanting to experience a fun kinky weekend. Some of them liked to be restrained, locked up in straitjackets or strapped to beds or locked into wheelchairs. While others were into diaper play and wanted their bathroom habits tightly controlled and some just like playing doctors and nurses.

The expanded operation required more dominates as well. That's why Jacob and the others were here. They were being trained to be dominant fetish nurses. They were studying the various things relating to medical play restraints, diapers, feeding bags and even enemas. They would also explore how to be a better dom and how to make their patients stay memorable.

Two new figures entered the room. The first was an otter who was accompanied by a fox. The pair walked into the room and took up a position at the front. The front of the classroom had been prepared for some kind of demonstration. There were a metal chair and three tripods set up. There were three cameras mounted on those tripods. A projector screen had been pulled down on the wall at the front of the classroom. A projector mounted in the ceiling was showing the live feed from the cameras on the screen.

The video feed was switching between the three cameras about every ten seconds. The first camera showed a view of the top half of the back of the chair. The second camera showed a view pointing downwards at the seat. The last view showed a zoomed-in perspective of the chair that was horizontal to the front of the chair.

The otter motioned for the fox to sit in the chair. The fox stepped over and took a seat in the steel chair. His tail drifted out the back, and his foot paws planted flat on the ground. He had his legs spread slightly, and he placed his hand paws on his knees. In contrast to the nurse's scrubs of the otter, the fox is wearing tan shorts and a white polo shirt.

The positioning of the cameras made more sense now. There was a close-up view of the fox's face, one looking down at his crotch and lower body and a detailed picture of his crotch. It still didn't explain why all this attention was focused on the fox.

"Hello, class. My name is Dilan, and I'm your instructor for the next few hours," began the otter.

The murmuring of the room ceased as soon as the otter spoke. Attention was focused on the front of the room.

"This is my assistant Jamie. Our lesson here today is about bladder desperation or omorashi," said the otter.

Dilan walked around the room, pasting between the rows of chairs and desks set up in the classroom. He studied each of the trainee nurses before returning to the front of the room. There was a sudden click coming from the doors and the scrape of metal against metal as four latches were bolted closed. Whoever was on the other side was locking them in.

"For the duration of our lesson, the doors have been bolted locked from the outside. I hope none of you needs the restroom. If you do, you will just have to hold it," Dilan said.

A few of the assorted furs looked at each other. They may have been thinking "is this guy for real" or perhaps they were excited for what was to come. Maybe this lesson wasn't just boring textbook work but a more practical demonstration.

"Some of our patients hold it too. They enjoy the sensation of having a full bladder or being forced to wet themselves. Other patients who are forced into diapers are quite reluctant to use them," said Dilan.

Jacob didn't know what to make of this otter character. He was glad that he had taken a piss before class, and the only drink he had with lunch was a glass of cranberry juice. Any more to drink and he could be in trouble. It was the first time Jacob had met Dilan. The otter wouldn't try bladder games on the students, right? Jacob didn't know the fox either. He had his notepad and pen ready for any key points.

"Jamie, here is going to play the role of one of our more difficult patients. He's keeping his cool at the moment, but his bladder has been primed with a high intake of fluid. I'm certain he wants to take a leak even now. At the very least, beginning to feel the effects," said Dilan.

All the eyes in the room turned to Jamie or the video feed behind him on the wall. It must have been so much pressure for the fox, but this guy must have been an experienced kinkster to be brought in as a teaching aid. The sudden attention didn't seem to faze him. He kept his eyes forward and his posture reasonably straight, not too loose and not too rigid while he sat in the chair.

"There are many ways to prime a patient's bladder. The most common is just plain old water. Water can be enhanced with an electrolyte solution for rapid hydration. Sometimes you have to get sneaky with liquid diuretics," continued the otter.

Dilan walked across the room and took her seat at the teacher's desk. He opened the top drawer, took out some paperwork and began scribbling with a pen. The rest of the class was focused on the fox. They all kept watching him. Jacob was wondering what kind of micromovements would give away the state of Jamie's bladder.

"Jamie has been instructed to hide his need to urinate as best he can and to hold it until he wets himself. The first task is to monitor him and take note of the signs of bladder desperation he will show," said the otter.

It took about twenty minutes of boredom before the action started. Jamie flinched slightly in his chair. It was unmistakable the camera view showing his head and shoulders happened to be on the big screen when the fox moved. The detail was enough that you could see the fox nervously swallow, his throat moving slightly. Some of the students began scribbling notes, but for Jacob, he kept his eyes on Jamie. Jacob noticed that Jamie had shifted his weight slightly on his paws. It was a subtle movement, but it was definitely there.

"The first signs of bladder distress are subtle and often missed. A slight flinch and twitch of a tail can be a good tale," said the otter.

Dilan stood up and walked over to Jamie.

"Jamie do you need the restroom?" said Dilan

"No," said the fox.

"It's always worth asking a patient you suspect of holding if they need the toilet. Expect them to lie, but this keeps their mind on their needs and makes them nervous that you are onto them," said Dilan.

Slowly over several minutes, Jamie had slipped one of his hand paws towards his crotch. It wasn't unnoticed due to all the scrutiny, but Jacob took note that under real conditions it would be hardly noticeable. Jamie still had his legs spread, but now he had a hand paw clutching at his crotch. He was trying to look as casual as possible.

The fox's breathing had changed, becoming more slow and deep. Jamie squirmed again in his chair. It was getting much harder to do for the fox to keep up the facade that he didn't need to use the restroom. His knees trembled, and he shifted his weight on his foot, paws again. Jamie's soft rubbery paw pads balling up for a second before relaxing.

"By now, you should be noticing the signs that Jamie is showing here. He's been squirming, and he's moved one of his hand paws in a better position to assist in maintaining his bladder control. Notice how he did so gradually over a long period. Many patients know that we are watching and will make very slight movements to remain undetected." said Dilan from his chair.

Again the otter stood and walked over to the fox.

"Are you sure you don't need to piddle, hon?" asked Dilan.

"No, I'm fine," replied Jamie.

"Oh, then why is that hand paw pressed to your crotch?" asked Dilan.

The fox didn't answer.

"I'll ask you again. Do you need the piddle?" asked Dilan.

"Y-yes," replied Jamie as his foot paws balled up tightly.

"That's better. You're honest now. Just how badly do you need to go?" asked Dilan.

Jamie shook his head and closed his eyes, refusing the question.

"It's important to show we are in control. When you catch a submissive in a lie point out how their body language doesn't match their speech," said Dilan before returning to his seat.

Over the next ten minutes, Jamie continued to fidget. Every so often, his knees would begin trembling until he forced them to stop. The room was quite as they observed the fox. All of a sudden Jamie closed his legs sharply and placed one of his thighs atop the other and crossed his legs. He bit his lip, making his upper fangs press into his black bottom lip. The hand paw that he was holding himself with tightened around his crotch.

"We are now at the stage where hiding the physical signs of bladder desperation without wetting oneself is getting impossible. Jamie has to position himself here; otherwise, the floodgates would be threatening to burst. If you see a patient like this, you can optimise restraints to put the maximum pressure on their bladder. Securing their legs far apart or locking away their hands produces accidents much sooner," said Dilan.

It was Jacob's turn to slide a hand paw towards his crotch though for very different reasons. The African Wild Dog clasped his crotch. Jacob was semi-hard with the excitement of watching the growing desperation in Jamie. He allowed himself a few squeezes before slowly taking his hand paw away. This was good; the poor fox's bladder must be getting urgent.

The class continue watching the desperate fox now he was trembling and getting very jittery indeed. His second hand paw joined the first at holding his crotch. Jamie twisted his legs together even more tightly he bit down on his lower lip and turned his head away from the rapt audience. The view on the screen shifted to the front view of Jamie's crotch. The class could see clearly see as Jamie grasped down at his manhood under his shorts. His grip was tightening.

"If you watch closely, you can see when the patient is at the peak of a desperation wave. Notice as Jamie goes stiff and his hand paws clasp down tightly as he tries to keep himself continent," said Dilan.

It didn't take much longer for Jamie to get even more desperate. He was leaning forward and trembling rocking back and forth. He alternated his legs, changing which one was the top of the other swapping quickly with jerky movements. As Jamie's changed legs, Jacob noticed just how sweaty Jamie's foot paws had become. He stopped to make a record of it in his notes; it was another tale of desperate canines. Sweaty paws betrayed the strain of holding back a full bladder.

As soon as Jacob had finished taking his notes. Jacob's attention was drawn back to the fox as he flinched suddenly in the chair. Jamie wiggled again before letting out a sigh. He moved his legs apart, then took his arms away from his crotch. The tan material of his shorts began to darken as a large patch appeared. It was lopsided mostly on the left side of Jamie's crotch. It must have been where his sheath was pointing. The sound of liquid hitting metal echoed in the room.

"There we have it, total loss of control. I would have like to show you what a leak would look like but with these things a full wetting is just as likely," said Dilan.

Jamie continued to piss himself in earnest. The wet stain travelled down the left leg of his shorts. Hot vulpine piss poured down from under his legs. The tinkle became several streams as his shorts became saturated with his urine. A look of absolute relief overtook the fox's muzzle. He paid no mind to wet himself. Perhaps it was all part of the job. A puddle of urine was beginning to form under him as his accident followed the cause of gravity.

It took about a minute before the puddle stopped growing. For his part, Jamie was sitting there as happy as can be. None of the embarrassment or shame of having wet oneself in the room for people was present on the fox. It was just as well considering he must have done this before at least a few times.

"Jamie, I want you to stand and show the class your wet shorts," said the otter.

Jamie stood up and let his had paws hang at his side. His expression was relaxed as if this was another day on the job. His tail was up in the air behind him. He had drenched the crotch of his shorts they were darkened by the large piss stain. Piss still dripped from the fabric adding to the puddle under him.

"Some of our patients love humiliation, or at least it can be used as a punishment for those who hate it. You can show off a patient's accident in front of other patients or staff to maximise the effect," explained the otter.

Looking at Jamie's wet shorts made Jacob's bladder send up a prang. Jacob was glad they were halfway through the class. There was no need to worry, he would make it to the restroom in time. Jamie's shorts showed off the fox's accident very well. The light tan colour contrasted with the darkened wet patches. If the fox had leaked before his full wetting, it would have been clearly seen.

"Alright, I want the class to rearrange their seating until we are sitting in a circle," blurted Dilan.

There was scraping of metal chairs and desks as the classroom was being rearranged. It didn't take more than a few minutes for the students to rearrange their classroom. It did strike Jacob as odd that the classroom was suddenly being rearranged he looked over towards the door it was still blocked from the outside as far as he could tell. What was the otter playing at?

Dilan walked out into the centre of the circle that the nursing students had made. He seemed to be absolutely brimming with joy. His face was plastered with a wide grin. Why was he happy all of a sudden?

"Now it's your turn to experience it from the patient's side. If you remember at lunch when we insisted you drink down that glass of cranberry juice with your meal. Half of those glasses were spiked with a powerful diuretic. It should begin taking effect in about five minutes if it hasn't already,"

The students gave each other panicked glances, and there was a murmuring of surprise and shock from some of them. Many eyes turned to the doors now the reason they were locked in was becoming apparent. Jacob gulped he was feeling the need to pee, but it was manageable, it was just his natural reaction. The class only had forty-five minutes left in it. He could hold it until then.

"For our students under the effect of the diuretic, your job is to hide your need to urinate for as long as you can. For the other students, it's to detect and take note of how your fellow students at first hide their need and then the methods they use to try to avoid an embarrassing accident," said the otter.

"What if you can't hold it," asked an arctic fox.

"Well, you end up like me," said Jamie.

The room had been ignoring Jamie. He had stripped nude out of his wet clothes and was standing at the front of the room. He was a slim fox with russet and white fur, the traditional markings of a red fox. He was proudly nude, making no attempt to hide his sheath and balls. The fur around his sheath was damp, but he was not aroused. His tail was wagging behind him. He seemed to like having the tables turned, at least judging by his tail's reaction.

As the students murmured to one another. Jacob went ramrod straight in his chair. His urge to urinate had gotten much stronger. It had come up from nowhere all of a sudden it was there and growing far faster than he would have liked. Jacob tried to deny reality. He hoped that this was just his normal bladder urge and not chemically-induced. Was this the diuretic beginning to take effect?

The African wild dog's thoughts were interrupted when a wolf sitting across the way leapt up and ran towards the door. He pushed at the handles and found that he couldn't open it. It drew the attention of the whole class. The wolf let out a whimper realising that he had just shown his hand. Now the entire room knew that he was one of the students affected by the potent diuretic.

"Sometimes, our patients will try to escape. It is always important not to let them sneak off to the toilet, but sometimes you can play that to your advantage. Like how this wolf has just shown his hand without any effort on our part," said Dilan.

The wolf slowly composed himself and took a seat back down. He looked down at the floor and placed his hand was on his knees. None of the other students took a chance to tease the wolf for trying to escape; they could be in the same boat as him. Jacob definitely didn't want to draw attention to himself his need to piss had seemingly doubled in a couple of minutes. His bladder was full; it felt as though he had drunk a litre of soda in the past hour. He must be drugged.

"You can also allow toilet access but keep the patient restrained. One example being lockable plastic pants secured over a diaper or even just their underwear. Being close to a toilet will prompt the desire to relieve themselves, but without a way to remove their clothing, they will end up very wet indeed," said the otter.

Again the wolf attracted attention to himself. He must have needed to go quite severely because his hand paws dove between his legs tightening around his crotch. He looked around the room in panicky movements. Unlike the fox Jamie, this wolf didn't look like he was ready to wet himself in front of everyone.

"It looks like our lupine friend is in trouble," whispered a voice.

Jacob's radar dish like ears flicked as the warm breath of the voice's owner breathed over them. He had not even noticed that Jamie had slinked up behind him. Jacob turned his head to look up at the fox. He was still nude and shot Jacob a vulpine smirk. The fox loved this. He moved on but not before brushing his tail over the back of Jacob's head.

If they were paying closer attention to the others and not focused on whether or not they were affected, the other student's would have already noticed the slightly fidgety and trembling nature of the those with rapidly filling if not full bladders. The wolf whimpered again, he must have needed to go even before Jamie had finished his demonstration. He was somewhat chewing on his bottom lip and pressing that his crotch with seemingly all his might.

"Please, I can't hold it much longer! I'm going to wet myself," bellowed the wolf.

"That's the whole point of this demonstration, darling," said Dilan.

It didn't come as a surprise that Mr Wolf was the first to go. Jamie must have decided that the wolf needed help, so he had stopped behind him and whispered something into his ear. His eyes went wide as the fox spoke softly. A loud hiss was heard coming from the crotch of his nurse's scrubs. The wolf moved his hand, paws away and wiped his paw pads on his knee. His accident had already soaked through the material covering his crotch and onto his hand paws. The other sounds of the room became furs shifting their weight and the swish of fabric. The wolf's wetting was wearing down the resolve of at least half the room.

All of Jacob's resolve to try and play it cool evaporated as his eyes focused on the growing puddle of pee under the wolf. He decided that there was no way he couldn't hold on to his needs without the help of his hand paw at his crotch. Jacob gripped down on his sheath tightly and closed his legs around his clutching hand paw adding to the pressure keeping him dry. His full bladder was throbbing just minutes ago he had been fine.

If he weren't trying desperately to keep his pants dry, Jacob would have noticed that all of the drugged furs we're in a similar state to him. Part of Jacob thought he should just let go and save himself this futile struggle. Then again, he was here to learn, and this was part of the experience having a first-hand knowledge would give him an edge over the submissives under his care.

"All of our drugged furs have exposed themselves it's just a matter of time now," said Dilan.

Besides Jacob and the already wet wolf, there was a lion, a dragon and a gator effected. The remaining students started to look relieved to have been spared this fate. For the ones desperate, it was beginning to become evident they would not leave the classroom dry.

The next fur to be defeated was a lion. The feline jumped up and tried in vain to undo his belt, but the motion of standing sealed his fate. A full torrent of piss ran down both his legs as he fiddled with his belt. Upon realising that his pants were well and truly soaked, he placed his hand paws by his side and sat back down all the while the flood continued.

Jacob felt a small sharp jet piss rocket into his underwear. It was getting impossible to hold on, no matter how hard he tried. At the next wave of desperation, he's finally surrendered. He spread his legs wide and let loose a full torrent. He could feel the rivers of piss running down his legs pooling under his foot paws soaking into his fur. This sensation wasn't too unpleasant; his urine was warm from his body heat and didn't smell as bad as he expected.

The last two furs affected seemingly pissed themselves simultaneously they were sitting next to each other as well. Perhaps the wet sound of hot urine spilling onto the ground at such close proximity had a domino effect on the other. For whatever reason, both the gator and the dragon began pissing themselves. Their scaly hides didn't soak up the piss like the more furry species, so they both soon ended up with large crescent moon shaped wet patches on their pants. The piss tinkled down onto the floor from around the chair and down their legs.

"As you can see under the effect of powerful diuretic, patients are forced to empty the contents of the bladder with not much effort at all. Jamie, under natural conditions, managed to hold out five times as long as those affected with the diuretic," said Dilan.

It didn't take much longer for the doors to be unbolted. It had been an experience, to say the least. The last surprise was the students that had not wet were to stay behind and clean up the mess in the room. It was only fair because they had escaped the humiliation of wetting themselves. The wet students were directed by Jamie to the group shower to wash off and change into dry clothing.

Jacob couldn't help, but sneak peeks at the fox as the water cascaded down his body. He thought Jamie was hot, especially when he was desperate and on full display. Jacob would have to find out more about this fox or at least find out if he was single. The African Wild Dog sighed as he rinsed the soap off his body.