The Proctor

The Proctor

Stuart was a quiet, unassuming man. He was highly educated and could work in number of different, much higher paying jobs, but he loved where he worked. He was one of the exam proctors at the university. He loved watching the students squirm. Since cheating and AI had become rampant, the university had instituted a policy that a person could not leave the exam hall for any reason unless they had a doctor's note, and even then, they would need to be accompanied.

The two-hour exams were fine. A little boring. He rarely noticed people struggling to get through the two-hour tests without fidgeting. Four-hour exams are where things started to get interesting. A good majority of the students will show some signs of needing to use the bathroom. He loved that he was able to control the bladders of so many people at once.

The CPA and the Bar exams were great. Those were both six hours each. He had seen many of the students get reduced to tears and lose control during those exams. The longest test was the United States Medical Licensing Examination (USMLE). They are split into three parts. The first exam is eight hours long, the second is nine hours long, and the final exam is sixteen hours over two days. Most of the students in the USMLE exams did pretty well. Due to their practicums, they were used to working for long hours without having a bathroom break. As such, Stu's favourite tests were the CPA and Bar exams.

For both the CPA and the Bar exams, the average age of the test taker is 29. Today was the CPA. Stu chuckled to himself as the students filed into the exam room. Stu watched as people picked their spots behind the computer screens. It was fifteen minutes before the exam was due to start. He stood up and said, "The exam will start in exactly fifteen minutes. Take this time to visit the restroom if you need to. There is no break in this exam, and you will not be permitted to leave short of a university emergency."

He saw a few students get up and leave the room, but the rest settled in. He smiled when he saw how many of the women had one of those large Stanley cups at their station. Stu had observed that nearly everyone who finished one of those large cups struggled to finish the exam without signs of bladder distress.

Two minutes before the exam, the last of the students returned. Stuart consulted with the two other proctors and confirmed that everyone who was scheduled to take the test had arrived.

The clock hit 9:00 am, and Phil said, "Please log into your computer. The six-hour time will begin once you are logged in and hit the ready for test button."

Stu revelled in the sound of people logging in and beginning their tests. They were his for the next six hours.

During the first three hours, Stu and the other two proctors took turns walking around the room, ensuring that no one was cheating.

Phil signalled Stu to keep an eye on C5. The stations were set up in rows and columns. It ran alphabetically from the column closest to the door. There was a total of five columns and seven rows. Stu's eyes followed the middle column and saw that the woman sitting there was starting to shift around. He gave a small nod to Phil to let him know that he saw it, too.

Stu wondered how long before she would start panicking. Would she beg to leave the exam room? Would she cry? Would she be able to hold out the entire time? Only time will tell. Four hours and fifteen minutes into the exam, the lady sitting in C5 held her hand up. Stu got up faster than Phil and walked up to the woman.

"Yes."

"May I be excused?"

"If you leave now, you will not be able to re-enter the exam room and finish your exam."

"But I really have to go."

"We explained the rules before the exam."

"If I don't go soon, I'm going to have an accident."

Stu nodded, "You won't be the first."

Stu turned around and sat back down at the head of the class. He had a perfect view of the woman at C5. She now had her hand on her crotch and was pressing hard. If she let go, would others follow suit? It happened more often than you would think. Once one person lets go, the other students find it harder to hold on, and they know that they won't be the only one.

Stu noticed that the woman was looking at him. She mouthed, "Please." Stu shrugged and shook his head no. A single tear ran down the woman's face, and she spread her legs a bit. Stu saw the woman's jeans darken as she began to pee herself. It didn't take long for a rivulet of urine to run off the edge of her seat and splash onto the ground. Stu looked back at the woman. She had her head forward and appeared to be concentrating on her test. Stu smiled, he knew this was for show. The way her piss ran from her, there was no way she could be focusing on her test. Stu felt his cock grow.

The students around her looked at her. Some were disgusted, and others seemed to be envious. Stu heard the sound of more piss hitting the ground. D3 had held on as long as they could. They shifted in their seat as their piss hit the ground. When they were done, they sighed in relief.

It was quiet in the testing center for nearly an hour. At the five hour and ten-minute mark, Stu heard a woman say, "Ah, fuck it."

She got up and started walking toward the front of the room. As she approached, Stu said, "If you leave, you can't come back in."

"I know, but you didn't say that we had to remain in our seats."

The woman walked over to the small garbage can, pulled her yoga pants down and hovered over it. Less than a second later, a strong jet of piss shot out of her. The sound of pee hitting the side of the metal garbage can reverberated through the room. The woman was not shy in the least. She did nothing to try to hide herself from the rest of the students or the proctors. The way she was facing, Stu got to see her clean-shaven cunt, and Phil got a great view of her ass. Stu was glad he was wearing his tight underpants and loose pants. Combined with that, no one would be able to tell that he had a raging boner.

Nearly a minute later, the woman's stream slowed. She pushed and sent a couple of quick jets into the can. She pulled up her pants and walked back to her seat. As soon as she sat down, two guys walked up to the garbage can. They both pulled their cocks out and pissed into the can; by the time they were done, the can was half full.

As the guys returned to their seats, the woman in A2 had moved her dress so that she could have her hand directly on her panties. Stu watched the woman squirm as she got closer and closer to losing control. The woman spread her legs, slid to the front of her seat and pulled her panties to the side. The stream of piss shot out of her and splashed the feet of the person in front of her. The guy yelled out and lifted his shoes.

Stu had moved to sitting with his hand in his pocket. His fingers pressed against his erection. He watched the woman piss on the floor. He would have to be careful; he was getting close to busting a nut in his pants.

The woman stopped, covered her pussy and looked much more relaxed as she worked on her exam. B5 was fidgeting in his seat. Stu saw the guy pull his cock out and piss right on the floor at his desk. The woman sitting in C6 saw this and couldn't hold on any longer. She pissed right through her pants while she was sitting.

14:55, five minutes left. Three people had left in a panic. This happened toward the end of the test. People figured they had done all they could do, and the need to pee outweighed spending more time going over test answers.

13:00. Stu stood, "The test is finished. Please log off your terminals."

The rush of people leaving created a bottleneck at the door. A woman with white pants was waiting to exit. She pleaded, "Hurry. I gotta go!"

She took one step forward, and Stu saw the yellow liquid run down her legs. If his hand had still been in his pocket, he would have cum.

When the last of the students left, Nancy said, "You guys need to get a hobby."

Stu smiled, "We have one."