AlmightyIdiot

I wrote this roughly the same time as my friend wrote the above. Had to prioritize life for a good while, enjoy. During the dark dreches of the night, the town slept peacefully. Black clouds surrounded the midnight sky, blocking any moonlight. Without missing a beat, like a flip of a switch, plasma sparks erupted, overtaking the gentle glow of the sky with its own bombastic brand of light. The lightning sent screeching roars, upsetting the peace. Mother nature continues its tantrum, descending heavy droplets of rain, fierce enough to crack the crust of the earth . If the rampant, raging rapids outside didn’t alarm anyone, their smartphones casting an emergency flash flood certainly would. Amongst the several panicked and restless citizens, a female Somali gasped, wide awake, as if a nightmare nearly took over. Catching her breath, she scanned her surroundings to no avail. To her left would be an alarm clock, but its red lights failed to glow, pitch blackness has taken over the whole town. Clutching her blanket, Paula laid back down, shivering, hiding herself under the covers. Not that she was afraid of the dark… it’s not morning yet, why would she get up. The exact time was an uncertainty, but it felt like forever, failing to go back to sleep. As she struggled in bed, her covers twisted and twirled, contorting into an unruly tornado. The sound of rain pounding on the window pane was like hundreds of thirsty boys knocking for attention, to put frankly, it was difficult to keep away from that distraction. Distinct from the crashing tides was a calmer drip, forming its puddle on the window sill, as slow as a grandfather clock ticking. To make matters worse, each drop was a pang to her bladder. Paula cursed herself for indulging in a 2 liter of Blasto Soda before bed. She truly wanted to hold it in till morning came, beautiful sunshine to lead the way to a new tomorrow. But as another piercing flash of lightning streaks the room, her body jolts and thinks to herself, no more. Lifting the covers off of her, her vision had to adjust to the blackness encompassing the room. Feet blindly reaching the floor, she got down on all fours and searched for a flashlight. Moving her hand swiftly, she smacks it against a support pole for the bed. The impact rattled the area, a long foreign object in the shadows collapsed down onto the poor Somali’s head. Recoiled in pain, she crawls backwards and examines the thing that hit her. It was her baseball bat, now thrown to the side in an act of annoyance. Reaching out, her hand gropes empty air before feeling another round object. Its texture felt unusual for a light and with a brief moment of thought, Paula unhandled her dirty little secret and checked elsewhere. Eventually, her scouring was rewarded, hiding behind the clutter was her flashlight. Upon a flick of a switch, a radiant cone would burst out from the glass, but she remained in the dark. A smack and a bop, followed by a shakedown changed nothing. All the while, the droplets making their way inside compelled her pee to knock on the bladder walls, wanting to let out. Not wanting to feel that dreaded drip between her legs, Paula choosed to stand back up and tiptoe her way out of her room. It was only a turn to her left and straight ahead, She steadily walked forward, reaching her arm out so her head wouldn’t get hit again. Feeling the solid wood, Paula moved her hand to the knob and heard the klunk of the lock. As if disturbing some sacred artifact, a loud, ghastly moan came from the other side. Her body trembled and shaked, slowly backing away from the door. Tufts of fur spiked up, wanting to leave their host behind as the scared cat dawdled to make a move.*CRRRRRZZZZZT* Synchronized with the lightning strike, another cry of anguish came from the door. Having no more of it, Paula bolted. Running backwards, she banged onto the wall and fled down the staircase to her right. Instincts made her ignore her room, she had to get away, going as far as possible. Scrambling with her hands and feet, she miraculously finds the railing and proper landing to not fall.in the black abyss. The windows in the living room briefly lit the room as the storm rages on. Reaching the last step, her orange stripes streak through the room, zipping past the furniture, soon coming to a stop. Checking behind her, there didn’t feel like there was anything following. But in her adrenaline, her legs buckle together and she could feel the dampness in between them. Pushing both of her hands under there, she tried what she could to hold back against the wave. The woman whined as she was in danger of wetting herself, ruining the carpet where she stood. Her eyes clenched, butt bent backwards, trying to stabilize and think where in the room she was. It was difficult to focus with the overbearing rain pouring and pounding into her thoughts. Her house has another bathroom by the dining room, she had to be close. Opening her eyes, her surroundings still haven’t come into sight. Extending out her arm, she bangs the wall and weakens her hold, a spurt escapes. Whining from the blow, she uses her new info to tread slowly and feel for a different texture to find the bathroom door. Paula continued to tiptoe as her urge was critical, one more careless move and she could spill. Trailing her fingers slowly against the wall, she felt pictures and soon a convex corner. Her teeth gritted as she searched for the door, it was so close. Around the corner, Paula felt the touch of wood and quickly the metal knob. Opening the door, the cat turned and reached down for the porcelain with her tail. Unfortunately, her rear end appendage touched the cool water, shocking her body again. Before anymore urine prematurely leaves her body, her butt tackled down to the seat. Amongst the clatter of water outside rivals a jet of piss echoing throughout the house. Her whines turned into a moan of relief, the pressure in her abdomen rushing out. The water inside the bowl gradually changed to a golden color almost like her fur. *PANG* Almost jealous of the woman’s own rain, mother nature striked down furiously and the pelting rain became louder. Her stream sprayed sporadically and harder from the blast As she sat, Paula played with her frilled fur, unable to rest her body from the nerves of it all. Thinking to herself, she took in some amusement in how loud her piss. Maybe it was the darkness that enhanced her hearing. Wrapping her toilet paper around, her torrent became a drizzle, slowly tapering off. Using a second dose of paper for her legs too, it came to her attention that she never closed the door. It was a bit embarrassing, but there was no one to see her do her business and even if there was, she couldn’t see them. All her past thoughts and worries were thrown into the can and flushed away. As she stepped out of the washroom, her vision came clear. Walking back upstairs, she noticed the floor was a bit wet at some spots. Tired as she was, she still made an effort to use some towels to patch up before heading back to bed. As she kneeled down, the bathroom nearby opened up. A large orange furred man emerged half yawning half in pain. Nodding at her presence, he briefly told his daughter good night as he stomped back to his bedroom. Keeping her sigh inside, Paula finished up her cleaning and hopped back into bed to hopefully get some better sleep.

Rule 63 of Blackouts: KAA-BOOOOOOOOOOMM!!! "Ahhhh!" Paula yelled as she shot up in her bed, woken suddenly by a tremendous boom not unlike a bomb going off. The house vibrated from the shockwave. Heart racing, Paula frantically looked around the pitch black bedroom, wondering if war had been declared while she was asleep. It wasn't until her eyes settled on the window, where she realized the more likely source of the sound. A sudden flash of lighting illuminated the room and the torrential downpour outside. The much softer thunderclap that soon followed finally reassured her of what really happened. "Goddammit..." Paula mumbled, carefully laying back down in her bed. Hoping the thunder that woke her to be an exception to the many she had slept through so far, she pulled the covers back over herself and tried to return to sleep while she let the rhythm of the pouring rain soothe her nerves. She closed her eyes... ...And reopened them a second later. For some reason this position was uncomfortable. Paula rolled on her side, but found it didn't help. It took her a second to realize, but the sudden movement had agitated something in her lower body. The Somali girl quietly groaned and rubbed her thighs. Ugh, of course... Slowly getting back up, Paula grimaced as she felt her full bladder stretch and strain as she sat up in her bed. No way I can sleep like this. And of course it was raining. This was not her night. Needing to take care of business sooner rather than later, she cautiously threw her legs over the side of the bed and reached to where she knew the light switch was. Paula found herself quite confused when the room was no bathed in light. Flicking it a few more times produced the same result. A blackout too? Uggghhhh! Her tail swished around nervously as she pondered what to do. She was too poor to have a phone, but she kept a flashlight under her bed for emergencies like this. Unfortunately she never considered how she'd actually find it with the lights out, and her bladder was too full to waste time digging around. Whatever, I know this house. Bathroom's just down the hall. Paula finally stood up, feeling her abdomen ache with the sudden shift. Cmon, gotta pee..... Making it to the doorway was the easy part. As she stepped out into the hallway, barely able to see, the bathroom suddenly seemed far away. Paula knew the house well enough, but now she had to navigate her way down the hall, with nothing but her sense of touch, and a good enough idea of the hallway to guide her. With one hand pressed tightly against her panties, Paula squeezed her groin and used her free hand to guide her along the wall. She moved quickly and carelessly at first due to her haste, only to stop as she wondered what would happen if her foot met something laying in the hallway. If she tripped, it was over. She carefully probed the area in front of her with her feet, before inching forward. For a few agonizing minutes, Paula slowly crept her way towards the bathroom. Half of what she could think of was how much she needed to pee, a need growing worse by the second now that she was awake and moving, and the constant pounding of rain on the roof did nothing to help. She quickly moved along, sweeping the floor with her foot, before stepping forward, sliding her hand along the wall and taking note of how many doors she passed. Every so often a thunderclap would ring out, but the lack of any windows in the hallway denied her much-needed illumination. At long last, Paula found the open door to what she knew was the bathroom. Hurrying inside, she began carefully stepping over to the toilet, still sweeping the ground in front of her each time. When her foot touched something solid, she groped around in front of her, feeling the familiar form of the toilet. Finding something to be slightly off, she wrapped her fingers around a thin object and listened to the resulting clunk as she lifted the seat cover. That could've been bad. Satisfied, and feeling ready to burst, Paula stood up, twirled around, and threw down her panties as she carefully planted her orange cheeks upon the porcelain throne. A deep sigh escaped her lips as her folds parted and she began immediately gushing urine into the toilet, her bladder unable to wait for her to adjust herself. "Finally...." she whispered, leaning forward on the toilet and biting her lip in ecstasy as her fears and worries of the night drained away into the toilet, with a sound that rivaled the pouring rain outside. While the dull ache in her abdomen blissfully faded away, Paula reached for some toilet paper in preparation to dry her crotch. Her probing finally found an empty cardboard roll, to which she cursed under her breath. Twisting around on the toilet, she carefully felt for a spare roll on the back of the toilet, or lying somewhere on the floor nearby, but found nothing. Not in the mood to drip dry...hmmm. A bad idea suddenly crossed her mind. It would be a bit gross, but at this point she just wanted to get back to bed. Paula carefully removed her panties from around her legs, bunched them up, and grimaced as she pressed the fabric against her crotch. She grimaced, but the underwear did the job well. Pinching it delicately, she finally sat up from the toilet, feeling refreshed, and began carefully making her way out of the bathroom. Making it back without the pressure of a full bladder was considerably easier, albeit just as slow. When she finally got back to her bedroom, she felt around for her laundry pile and discarded the damp underwear. A flash of lightning illuminated the room a second later, to a bit of annoyance, but the reminder of the room's layout let her swiftly return to bed. As she pulled the covers over her, Paula finally relaxed and waited for sleep to take her.

Gently caressed in tucked blankets, the knocked out pup awakes from her long slumber. The world gradually filled itself in, eyes adjusting to the bright sun shining out from the cracked window. A drawn out moan filled the air, carrying the foul breath of alcohol and vomit. The intense rays were kryptonite, feeling incapacitated and down right sick. Turning to her side to face away from the radiance, her body lashed out from the previous night’s ordeal. Volumes of beer hijacking its host, causing a spasm of the bladder. Her daze became shock, unable to withstand the assault of piss, leaking on the mattress cover, enough to douse her legs and draw an island the size of a golf ball. Even after several hours since her last drop of liquor, her face blushed a crimson rose. Looking around the walls and bed, she knew this was not her home. Despite the urgency, the poisoning hindered Rachel’s movements. A weak toss of the sheets and first footing from bed, she nearly fell on the floor if not for landing back onto the bed. A bottle of booze collapsed alongside her, disturbing its rest by the misstep launching it forward into the wall with a bang. As if it cried, the remaining contents of the vessel wildly let loose on the floor. All the while, the sudden impact discharged another volley of piss droplets, hailing the wooden floor with more vile toxins. Clamping her legs together with the assistance of a free hand, her body got more soaked, but barely kept it all together. Her face turned sour, biting her lips in pain and frank disgust of her sodden state. “HhheeElllllllLLOOooooooooo,” the white dog cried wearily after making it out of the bedroom relatively unscathed. She could loosely remember the big birthday bash that happened last night, there had to be someone around, even then, this was someone’s trashed home. Looking down from the hallway she could see the living room in complete disarray, cushions thrown about, more discarded cans and bottles littering the house, even a couple of knocked out guests succumbing to a hangover. It would be nice to help clean all this up, but she had to clean herself up first. Continuing down the corridor, the bathroom was only a couple rooms away. Reaching into her mind, she remembered the line wrapping around to the stairway when she looked at the area. A small hic escaped as she tiptoed to the door. Not wasting any time to open it, she twisted and pulled the knob to hear a thud. Flabbergasted that it was unusable even now, Rachel bent her rear back and knocked, “Pleeeeeassssee huurrrrrrrrry.” Pounding more intensely as each second passed, she could not afford to wait much longer. Another wave riled up in her bulging bladder, stopping her rampant knocking and used everything she had in her to survive. Bending further into a squat, her face reached forward, smacking into the wall of wood in front of her. Her eyes pressed shut, she could feel a light shining on her face. Peeking them open, she saw the light inside the bathroom and then the leg of whoever was occupying the toilet. Their snore rang against the white dog’s big ears, taunting her to get through. Her sphincters won another round of defense, allowing her to try and barge through them. She needed that toilet, pushing her body against the sleepy lug with the door. But alas, her tiny frame did not allow her to prevail against someone twice her size. Unable to wake them or move their whole body, she had another risky plan. Using the gap available, she squeezed her head through and soon the rest of her body, climbing over their legs. Peeking in the room, Rach’s pupils shrank to see Matt. It was nice to see one of her besties, but not like this. As she raised her leg, a spurt came out with no warning. Rushing out of that perilous state, she jammed her foot down between the legs of the large cat and hurried to bring the other foot to the same spot. Finally in the bathroom, her pee could come out freely, disobeying Rachel’s will. Not now! She thanked a higher power for having him asleep for what she was about to do. The dam burst, she twisted her body and used her butt to make space between the man’s legs. Feeling flesh and steaming hot urine cascading down, her jaw agape followed a soothing sigh. Urine splashed all around, first hitting the tiled floor, then reaching the toilet seat briefly as her ass thrusted back to the man’s crotch; soon spraying his dick with yellow nectar along with the intended interior of porcelain. Basking in the heavenly feeling, letting go of all that unneeded pressure in her abdomen, her tail wagged, tickling the large man’s belly. If he had a snot bubble, it would pop there and then. Jolted awake, he felt foreign fur on his lower half and the steaming current from the waterfall emitting next to him. Matt shifted back before the wagging tail could make him giggle, to give her more space, and remove his penis from the splash zone. Lost in ecstasy, she couldn’t fathom what was happening behind her. He remained seated despite the sore feeling in his legs, his large figure would allow him to evade. Looking down, it was obvious who it was breaking his private time and personal space. A smirk formed, he closed his eyes and did his best impression of his snoring and sleep talked, “Moooom, fried chicken for breakfast?” His wit did not get through to Rachel, she was still in her own world of relief, her bloated bladder getting emptier by the second. Trying to get any reaction, Matt snored absurdly loud. Practically breaking her eardrums, Rachel regained consciousness of who was there. By instinct, she started to turn her head back, finding his head up to the ceiling and drool crawling down his chin. Convinced by his act, she turned back sighing, forcing the rest of her stored pee out, continuing a hissy stream. As the water below bubbled, the stench of alcohol ridden urine assaulted Matt’s nose, “Ughhh, why …. pair asparagus with fried chicken mom…” pinching his nostrils shut. Once again Rach looked back to the source of commentary, aware of his changed posture, “MATTIE!” she shrieked, “uh, good morning.” “Feeling better, my drunken queen?” He offers a roll of toilet paper. Almost tapped out of her natural beer, “Lots,” she pushes his hand away,” but my legs reek. Gonna take a shower when I’m done here.” “Not often I take two showers in one day, you got me good,” his crotch fur damp and separated. “Oh no! I’m really sorry Matt, I couldn’t hold it.” Droplets splashing the murky water, her urethra pushes out to make however many short streams to completely empty her bladder. Doing so while arching back gets some on Matt again. “Or aim, not like you can see where it’s going,” a tad ticked, but knows he can wash it off soon. Blushing at her piss poor aim, hitting him in the crossfire, “Oh hush!” Rachel gets up, finally allowing Matt to do the same and flush. Both looking at the shower, Matt offers her to go first, “I’ll start inspecting the damages and clean up what I can.” Leaving the room completely to herself, Rachel starts up the hot water. Without missing a beat, she could hear Matt’s expletive of how utterly trashed his beach house was.

3. Mona wants money, so lets not spend it yet. Let her enjoy non empty pockets and a non empty bladder. Go outside; maybe it's windy and cool, but Mona can handle it! Wonder how far from home she is? Sure hope she doesn't run into any strange people (assuming it's night).

Huffing two warming boxes filled to the brim with pizza, Alma panting hard, throws them into the back of her car and collapses at the driver’s seat. Ok Alma, last delivery. You’re tired, but you can do this!. Reaching into the back seat, she grabs a Beast energy drink, downing the can in one go and crushes it. Throwing it into a small trash bin, it’s been piling up with cans from earlier today. And I better be quick with it, gotta piss. She puts the pedal to the metal as the transmission goes into overdrive. Going a comfortable 20mph over the speed limit through the boulevard, no car nor sign would stop her from getting this order delivered. Following her GPS directions, the estimated minutes tick down quicker than time allows as the cheetah reaches her destination. She could only await for the warm embrace of her bed back at home and have her weekend off. Tires scorching sparks on the asphalt, she drifts into the parking lot of an apartment complex. As she steps out of the car, the chilly winds of the night strike through her exposed legs and stomach, Damn, when did it get so cold. Better find the place and get home soon. Double checking the receipt for the door address, she then grabs the large boxes brimming with cheesy goodness. Stumbling around with her edible weights, she curses under her breath, Geez, shouldn’t there be a big party going on with lights and music, where are they? Crickets chirp annoyingly, almost like laughter as Alma hastily scans the doors. The address in front of her aligns with the paper. She sets her burdensome bags down with a sigh of relief, takes a few deep breaths, and knocks on the door. It creaks open, stopped by the chain lock. “Show me the goods.” A small head peeks out from the shadowy room. Alma bends her waist down, keeping her legs together, giving the man an eyeful of her curves. It’s pizza, not coke. She opens the transport boxes and takes out the pies. “Mmmmm, that’s the stuff,” sniffing in glee at the scents of the food and especially the woman in front of him. “And looks like everything and more.” The man unlocks and opens the door fully, a giga sized wolf clad with nothing at all. “As such a supportive customer, shouldn’t I get a little something special?” Donning her Pizza Slut attire, it was obvious what he wanted along with his food. Alma stares at the man blankly, her mind stuck dwelling in her own needs. Uhhhhhhh, shit. What the hell am I supposed to do exactly, wanna make this quick. Her legs take a step back, doing a slight bounce as her bladder cracks under panic. His hand softly grazes her cheek, “Relax dear, I’ll lead the way.” “W-what do you want to-to do?” His eyes mellow and a sly smile creeps, “I take it you’re new. Come inside with me and we’ll start with a handy.” She takes another deep breath, Something simple and quick. I can get out of here soon enough. His room was small, being only a bedroom and bath. Shutting the door behind them, the stranger sat on his bed, spreading his legs to reveal his erect cock. Without hesitation, the succubus runs over to his dick, gets on her knees and proceeds to play with his head. He wasn’t able to get a word out as Alma presents her excitement. Slobbering his dick in drool sucking him off, the man pushes her away, “Damn bitch. It’s not a race!” Her attempt at quickest satisfaction in the west fails. “Are you stupid, that shit felt like sandpaper! Get out of my house!” Failed spectacularly. Promptly pushed outside, she frowns at the displeased customer. Exasperated, he cools off with a sigh, “Well, there’s always a good time with pizza.” Damn, I didn’t want to stick around, but I wanted to give him a good time at least. The excitement from earlier fades away, leaving the feline with a cold sweat all over her body and a wet patch on her thong. Feeling unpleasant in her car, she takes off her black shorts, slipping the panties off to go commando. A disgruntled sound escapes her mouth, touching the damp fabric. Into the trash it goes. Ceasing her wardrobe change, Alma wraps her hoodie around her waist. Going on her phone, she sets the coordinates back to her workplace to return the warming boxes and clock out. Ah shit, no tip. I really blew it. In defeat, she rides back to her local Pizza Slut at the proper speed limit. Her earlier urge to go calmed as her anxiety died down. At a red light, she browses on her phone, looking at Glitter, her bestie and roommate’s texts. They were doing its magic, cheering her up, before a horn blares, a car accelerating past her. Looking forward again, she made it her goal to head home afterwards and let the bad times go away. Soon enough, Alma reaches her work place shouting a resounding, “Heyyyy!” Smiles perk up at her arrival. “We’ll see you after the weekend?” “Yeppers!” She tosses the bags in a back room and punches out. While I’m hereeeee, might as well make a pitstop. A cleaning in progress sign by the bathrooms No way! Of course they were cleaning up the restaurant for the next day, But why now of all times. Not wanting to ruin their tidy work, Alma makes her way back to the car with a huff. Before setting off, she makes a text to Glitter, “ Heading back home REAL QUICK Keep the door unlocked.” Shifting around in her seat, fur rubbing against the fabric of her shorts bugs her. I should have asked to use his toilet before we began. Her bladder’s catching up in the same breakneck pace Alma goes. Putting more pressure on the pedal, she urges her car to give it everything it has before her own urge is unbearable. Lost in her squirming, she runs a red light, blaring horns from others. Alma couldn’t afford to slow down as a spurt leaks through. Or I should have been faster getting back to the store. Ruminating over how she could have prevented this, she digs her hand into her shorts. Gotta get home gotta pee gotta pee gotta PEE! A muffled scream barges out of her closed mouth as she presses down on herself. It wouldn’t be long until she got home, but her abdomen was practically rupturing already. Closing in on her destination, cars pile up on her route. Looking ahead, she notices orange signs and cones, “AH C’MON! You’re doing construction now!” Following the trail of slow moving vehicles, a thought plagues her mind of pulling over to squat. I mean it’s dark out, but someone could see me. I can still hold it! Alma fidgets in her seat, feeling the dampness and warmth of her hand. Barely, she thought in a pleading tone. Passing the end of the detour, Alma zooms ahead of the pack much to the annoyance of everyone there. Nearly there! Just a couple blocks. Hold it in! Scurrying out of the car, she slams and locks the door, bolting inside of the apartment. She’s competing with herself in a race if her bladder can let loose before Alma gets in her room. Dribbling piddles of piss, the cheetah broke soundwaves climbing up the stairs to the hallway. The door already unlocked, Alma dashes into her home, makes a left into the bathroom. In front of her eyes await her porcelain throne and her roommate. Glitter blushes with a meek smile,” Welcome … home.” The throbbing pain in her bladder is like a parasite, taking control of Alma’s actions. Without hesitation, the cheetah practically rips her shorts off, beelining it to the seat. “Spread your legs!” As Alma launches her ass at Glitter, yipping, she does as commanded, making room for both of them. Her pelvis catches the high speed impact of Alma’s thighs, pushing her back in recoil. Their torrents clash into the watery bowl. Alma exhales a long sigh of relief, she won her race. Something that didn’t go entirely to shit tonight. Glitter can feel the warmth on her lap, the fur damp in sweat and radiating piss at full blast. Brushing Alma’s extended, spiky shaped tail away from her face, “Bleh. Long evening, huh,” Glitter unable to sit in complete silence as a newfound toilet seat. “Yeah, you could say that. Didn’t make any good tips today,” her tone sours. “Awwwwww, it’s going to be ok Alma. I’m sure you did your best.” Her frown sweetens up, “Yeah, least I’m the fastest cat out there in a car.” “You’re the fastest thing out there even with these thunder thighs of yours,” the dog pinches Alma’s spots on the sides of her thighs. “Damn, you must have been bored here. I get home and you’re already playing with my body.” “Well, I’m just about done here and now I have to wait for your gushing to stop.” Her need is vastly inferior to her roommate, Glitter’s casual tinkle ending as Alma has yet to show signs of ending. Alma’s face gets red, taking in the absurd situation happening. “While you’re up there, can you get some TP for me?” The pup playfully reaches her arms out, “Can’t reach.” Extending forward, Alma grabs the fresh roll of toilet paper on the wall opposite of her. Doing so, she carelessly lifts up. “Hey hey! You’re getting it on me!” Glitter pulls Alma’s rear end back down. “Ah, I’m sorry,” her sincere voice felt hollow as her lower end continued to spray the interior of the toilet in golden liquid. “Damn girl, how much did you drink,” teasing her camel bladdered friend. Abashed, “Ya know, water, morning coffee, some Beast cans. It’s more that I haven’t gone in the middle of work.” “What do you mean some, those had to be the giga sized cups from 8Twelve.” “Can it,” a tinge annoyed about the discussion of her bladder contents, “I can feel it end.” As she says, Alma’s long waterfall eventually dies down into spurts. “Seriously, my legs are gonna fall asleep at this rate.” “Shut up,” Alma continues to be provoked by Glitter’s taunts. Thankfully, the last jets of pee came through. Standing up, she hands a wrapped up handful of paper to Glitter. “You’re free to go.” The brown dog feels her pelvis area with paper, “Ick, it’s so wet. I’m going to hop in the shower before bed.” Yarning, “I’ll meet you there, good night.” Alma lethargically moves out of Glitter’s way until she pins the feline’s shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Bed.” Her eyes are losing the strength to stay open. “You pissed on me, compensate.” She gives Alma puppy dog eyes. “Ughhh, fiiiiiiine.” The two step into the shower to clean up after a long night.

Movie Night Mishap "Whole theater to ourselves again?" Oh Amaya, you do know how to pull some strings." Sue and Amaya chuckled to each other in the empty lobby of the Roseville Cinema. It was late on a Monday night, with practically no one around, and closing time soon; an opportunity Amaya had used to convince her father, the theater manager, to reserve one of the screens for the two friends to have a movie night. With buckets of popcorn, extra-large drinks, and some candy in hand, the two sauntered down the theater hallway to the big screen. Amaya had only recently gotten off work, and still wore her theater outfit out of laziness. The last minutes of her shift had been spent getting everything in order while she waited for Sue to arrive, the rest had been left to her coworker, Emma, who she quickly waved to as they walked down the hall. Arriving at a screening room at the end of the hall, the two friends hurried inside and took their seats right in the middle of the room. Close enough to see all the action without being too close. With plenty of room and the assurance that someone else would clean it up later, the two did all they could to get as comfy as possible in the reclining leather seats, watching and waiting as the lights grew dark and the film began without delay. "No previews either? Sweet!" Sue grinned, eliciting a smile from Amaya. As the introduction began to roll, the two friends began to dig into their snacks. The film in question was a romcom that had previewed a week ago to lukewarm reviews. Not the first choice for a movie night, but the premise was interesting enough, and the empty theater meant they could spend more time laughing and making fun of the absurdity on screen than any of the actual jokes. Per usual, most of the snacks and drinks were consumed in the first half of the film. The candy was the first to go, with half of the salty popcorn consumed afterwards to counter the overwhelming sweet, finally followed by soda to quench the thirst. Soon they were both sick of the taste, only occasionally snacking or sipping past the film's halfway point. The film itself was enjoyable, though nothing special, and would certainly be forgotten before long. For the time being though, it provided them with a source of laughter and a distraction from the school day they had to look forward to tomorrow. As a scene with particularly bad acting finished on screen and the film began to enter the final stretch, Sue reached for her soda. Finding mostly bubbles she realized, with some surprise, she had consumed the entire thing. Leaning forward to drop it into the empty popcorn bucket at her feet, she felt an uncomfortable squeezing in her abdomen. To no surprise, she needed to pee. Certainly not an uncommon occurrence when seeing a movie, but she normally didn't drink an entire extra-large soda, and only accepted it upon Amaya's insistence. A trip to the bathroom after the movie was in order, as holding this till she got home would be foolish, if not impossible. Though there was no reason to bring it up now, Sue suspected (and was indeed correct) that Amaya was in the same boat. Amaya had also gotten herself an extra large, and while she couldn't handle drinking the whole thing, she also had neglected to take a toilet break before the movie, though that was mostly due to not having any urges. Work and school meant Amaya had much more experience holding, though she would also need to relieve herself first thing after the movie was over. For the time being, bathroom urges were forgotten as the film entered its climax. Despite some questionable jokes and dialogue, the final few scenes had some surprisingly competent storytelling. The last few minutes contained some surprising amount of action. Sue was literally on the edge of her seat, though half of it was due to trying to subtly grab herself; her bladder was filling faster than she expected. With the final scene fading away to credits, Sue quickly stood up to stretch her legs and arms. This was quickly abandoned as her new posture and movements put undue stress on her bladder, causing a grimace. "Well, that was actually pretty good, thanks again Amaya!" Sue announced, rubbing her thighs together. "Now then, I really gotta use the bathroom, you coming?" Amaya nodded vigorously as she stood up, feeling a bit rushed herself. Being less rushed than Sue though, Amaya began picking up the empty drinks and candy wrappers left on the seats. "Er, could we come back for those?" Sue pleaded, "I uh, actually gotta go pretty bad..." With an understanding look, Amaya nodded, leading the way back to the main lobby as Sue scurried after. Each step jiggled her bladder, though she managed to keep a natural gait as they came to the lobby and made a beeline for the bathrooms. The two were about to step inside and make a dash for a stall, only to have their hopes crushed as the door mysteriously refused to budge. "Damn it! Locked? Really?" Sue whined, feeling her bladder protest. "I think your coworker forgot we're here...Amaya, you have a key right?" Feeling a bit worried now herself, Amaya produced a keychain from her back pocket that had been given to every employee. On it were a disturbing number of keys, some of which were missing their label, and would take way too long to go through. She did recognize one though, and upon closely inspecting it, showed it to Sue. Labeled "employee bathroom" it might just prove to be their salvation. Amaya hurried off, Sue right behind, and both now openly grabbing themselves. Behind the refreshments counter, through a door, and down the hall a ways was the employee break room. This too was locked, but the key for it also happened to be labeled. Inside was a modest kitchen area, with some couches, and a bathroom door in the corner. Their goal apparent, the two burst through the door to find a cramped bathroom with only a single toilet. Amaya had known of this, but Sue did not. "Ohhhhhh, really? C-can you hold it Amaya?" Sue asked. A worthless question as she was already greedily approaching the toilet. "Cause I c-can't!" Lifting the seat, Sue swung her butt around and slammed herself down, sighing loudly as a loud clattering began to echo from the porcelain throne. "Yesss..." Sue moaned, a smile of relief on her face as her bladder started gushing into the waters below. The clattering became a hiss as she sprayed the toilet, her bladder deflating with a feeling of bliss. Realizing what she was doing though, she looked up to see Amaya worriedly looking at her. "R-right, sorry Amaya. Couldn't hold it any longer. You gonna be alright?" Amaya hesitantly nodded. She could still hold it a while longer, but the sounds of Sue's relief were starting to wear on her mentally, and she began slowly dancing from leg to leg. Sue hardly noticed, still peeing furiously. Resting her hands in her lap, Sue allowed herself to close her eyes as the dull ache in her bladder faded away. The sounds of urination echoed off the bathroom walls for close to a minute, followed by a dreamy sigh and the sound of toilet paper ripping. Drying her crotch, Sue finally stood up, leaving the toilet for her friend. "All yours Amaya." Having already undone her pants for this moment, Amaya gratefully dashed past Sue, swiftly tearing down her theater outfit bottomwear and planting her small striped butt on the edge of the toilet. Letting out a rare vocalization of relief, the orange tabby began to empty her bladder as well, mouth hanging open in a smile as her pee splashed into the toilet with half the volume, yet the same intensity of Sue's stream moments before. For anyone else this would be embarrassing, but the two were good enough friends and this was a fairly common occurrence, though rarely with this level of desperation. While her friend relieved herself, Sue went over to the sink to wash her hands. The weak pouring of the faucet was overshadowed by the sounds coming from the toilet just a meter away, which persisted long after Sue finished. Where Sue had peed close to a minute, Amaya easily went over. She could hold an impressive amount if need be, and this was no exception. Sue leaned against the wall, averting her gaze while she waited for Amaya to finish. As Amaya's stream drew to a close, she too dried her crotch, then reached behind to flush the toilet before pulling her pants up. "Sorry again Amaya, feel better now though?" Sue asked, receiving a vigorous nod in response. Chuckling, Sue waited for Amaya to wash her hands as well before they left the bathroom to go help Amaya lock up before they left. They could not shake the feeling they had forgotten something, but figured it wasn't important, and was someone else's problem anyway.

A hazy evening at Roseville High School, dusty clouds block the night sky where the moon shines. However the building stays alight as several family members enter the lobby and find themselves at the auditorium. Next to the door is a poster: Legend of Ramona featuring a young lad wearing a green tunic with his head tilted slightly up at the sky and a robed figure looming in the background with violent winds lashing at the two. Behind the closed curtains, rampant pacing and clatter fill the set. Closing in on the artists group, the director lashes out, “Johnny, how much longer til’ the backdrop is painted! “In 5 minutes.” “The play starts in FIVE minutes!!” A shaking pointing finger accuses an unassuming good for nothing, “Katie! Go help them out!” “I don’t want paint on my fur, that’s so icky.” “Use that hair dryer of yours to harden it before I bathe you in red!” With no comeback, she plugs her device and switches the dial to full blast. One problem down, many more to go. Sue drinks the last of her roasted coffee. She couldn’t keep track of how many wrongs there were, but she knew if everyone didn’t get their act together, she would be the laughing stock of the school. The director peeks through the curtain to see the masses sitting, a full house. Oh God! That’s so many! Her first written work to be acted out and be seen by so many faces, butterflies were in her stomach thinking this is actually happening. The fantasy playing out in her head is mesmerizing, taking in the brief joy of success. Sounds of fallen equipment nearby knocks her out of the spell and continues her loud tyranny. Fifteen minutes pass and worry is still the leading emotion for Sue. The play has stalled long enough and the opening act was hastily thrown together to start the show. Any remaining work had to be done in the hallway without being too loud. The unknown results they’re producing in the back were the least of her concerns. Oh no! Is the roof peeling! And what about Mike, did he perfect his lines! Is that paint still wet and dripping! Did Lucy ever arrive!?! It’s shocking that she didn’t faint under the pressure she put herself under. “The narrator is stuttering through the opening.” The hectic cat turns around, gripping and shaking her poor assistant, confirming her fears that this play did not go perfectly. In her line of sight was one of the troublesome actors that had to be put in line. “McCain, watch the scene and report any problems!” He thought it’s in his best interest to shut it if he wants to keep his neck. “Mike!!” She did a small shout but his ears were in shock, dreading what to come. “You’re in scene three! Do you have everything memorized?!” “Guh… Yeah.” “EVERYTHING!” Once again latching on to people’s upper bodies. “Yes, yes. I got it all down pat,” he said, sweating bullets. “Good.” She wasn’t totally convinced, but let him go for the time being. She had other issues to fix up. Geez, I really don’t want to do this now, but I should pee while I can. Caffeine got the best of her, making her bladder protest as she was tormenting the two boys earlier. However, she couldn’t get her mind off the members she needed to consult. Sue investigates the artist group again, still trying to finish the last of the set backgrounds. There were about ten of them rushing with crayons which was a way better idea to finish that asset. The director doesn’t say a word and marches on to find the actors for the next scene. While the pressure of the play being ruined lowers, the inverse occurs with her bladder. I can still manage, now to find the scene two actors. Checking the line of doors, the European Burmese finds someone sitting alone in a chair wearing a robe. She rushes into the room shouting out, “LUCY!” It was a mix of relief and fury, “Where were you, I wouldn’t know what to do without you! When did you even get here” With a pause, the white cat softly says,” I’m sorry, but I’m here now.” Sue would love to press on what happened with her lead actress, but time marches on. “I’m grateful. Do you need a quick refresh on your lines, we still have a few moments before your scene.” “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine,” Lucy gives a smile. Confident in her reply, Sue smiles back and makes her way back to the chaos outside. Leaving the room, a stranger to the theater club looms backstage. “What are YOU doing back here!” Ah geez, not this prick. Paulo pushes her harsh voice away with his hands, keeping some distance as he starts to make a point. “Wait a sec, Sue!” “You’re not in the drama club, SHOO!” She pushes the air in front of him away. “I need to see Lucy!” He pleads in a soft voice. Ahhh, why does he have to bug us now. I need to go… She starts looking antsy, eyes unfocused on the orange cat in front of her. She didn’t look too well when we briefly talked, maybe he can pluck out a few things from her. After a brief consideration, “Ok, she’s in the door behind me.” “Please? I’ll do anything… Oh… thanks.” As he was about to open the door, “Make it quick, she needs to prepare herself for the upcoming scene,” Sue announces as she walks away. “The oracle foretold that one child would become a great hero…” The play was about to end its first scene, Sue needs to find her last actor before the stage sets up for the next part. Roaming room after room, she finds him in the farthest end of the hallway, away from everyone. “Hey Haley, how’s Chris doing?” Relaxing in the chair was Mike’s sister holding onto her green clothed baby brother. “The little actor’s doing great. We just went potty and changed him into his heroic garb.” Her legs buckled as she said that word, as she annoyingly postponed her need to finish this last job. “Awesome! I’ll take him over to Michelle in a minute so we can start the next scene.” Sue picks up the little tyke and coddles him into her arms. Haley grabs the door for them and walks with them to the set. Waiting for the scene to end, Sue endures her throbbing bladder along with a little grabby child. His cat paws are groping around her body as she attempts to make him latch onto her arm. It’s an uncomfortable experience to say the least. Haley got a kick out of it. McCain appears at her side, spooking her at her dismay, but gives a recap of the performance. As Michelle walks offstage to meet with Sue and Chris, she quickly hands him off to her. “Just keep him on your lap as you’re sitting, you got this!” And with that, I think I’m good to go. Sue exits the set for a much needed bathroom refreshment. Rushing past the crew, she heads to the stairs on the end of stage and goes past the audience. Are they bored? Can they appreciate my story? Is the seating any good? Can they hear the narrator? Scrambling thoughts come to her mind as she walks, her nerves acting up again as the audience doesn’t even notice her. Not far is the restroom, she enters and takes a seat, locking the stall door. She couldn’t recall the last time she sat down, sighing in relief... except there was nothing coming out. Oh come on! Whyyyyyy! Her bladder felt full enough to go, why wouldn’t anything come out. She took deep breaths, trying to relax. Her hands are jittering all the while, shaking like her heart is beating. Please! C’mon, they need me over there! And I need you to work with me. Not a drop would come out and after a few minutes, Sue stands up with a sigh of regret. She rests her head against the stall wall, still trying to exercise her breathing, defeated. Am I going to deal with this the whole play? This sucks! She would cry if she had the strength to despite feeling sad. Leaving the toilet, she washes her hands and rubs some water on her face. I’ll have to just focus on the play. She subtly returns to the backstage with an unfulfilled need. It feels like she was carrying a stone walking around. As much as she would love to unfold a chair and sit down to keep her strength, Sue’s mind is set on contributing to the play. The beige cat went over to McCain to review what she had to miss out on and think of what advice to give to the actors for future scenes they’re in. Despite his grabby nature earlier, Chris is being well behaved during his part with Michelle. He holds onto the gray cat’s arm and smiles as she acts like his mother. A smile creeps up Sue’s face, YES! This is exactly what I was looking for. Eyes gleam in sight of her vision coming true, not just in front of her but to a crowd as well. Not missing a beat, McCain puts a supportive hand on her back, “Congrats, but don’t you need to manage the actors for the upcoming part?” He would also comment how things could still fall apart, but it wasn’t often he saw her so happy. Sue starts heading further backstage languidly, wishing she could just be an audience member. Leaving the sight of the play, her movement continues to falter. Ack, this urge is annoying. No need to rush myself. At a snail’s pace waddling, she arrives at Lucy’s door. Inside was her and Mike, the visitor astonished that he was in here too. “Oh, perfect,” looking at the scripts they’re carrying. “Is it time already?” Mike disengages from practicing with Lucy. “Yeah! Your lil bro did great! The set will be ready shortly.” Preparing himself, Mike exits the room, slipping past Sue as she watches him scurry off and then closes the door. “So what did Paulo want with you,” Director Sue perplexes aloud. Lucy turns her back to her, “It’s nothing.” “Really? Not even a little encouragement on your role?” She hides her face under her robe, blushing, “You could say that.” “If he did anything stupid, I’ll make him payback,” knowing she could nag him to tears. “Don’t worry about it, drop it,” Lucy says with some force at the end. Some deafening silence mixes with awkwardness until Lucy fills it, “The play’s great. You did a good job.” The compliment out of nowhere from Lucy caused Sue’s lips to tingle, it was the nicest thing she heard in a while, especially from her. She could feel herself lose a bit of control, warmth inside of her heart and a bit at her crotch. Oh crap! She clamps her legs together trying to be inconspicuous about it, “Thank you! Break a leg out there.” In a mostly one sided conversation, Sue discusses what is to be expected of her performance in the upcoming climax. They practice some more lines and Sue encourages Lucy to do her best, trying to ease off some pressure. All the while, jamming her legs, feeling some pressure herself. Maybe I should give it another try? With one last appeal to Lucy, Sue leaves the room to sneak out the stage again. “Hey Sue!” A purple cat yells out. ”The cave background is completed finally! Also, I got all the dirt and rocks for the gray cat’s scene. Can you help me set it up?” Ah, crap. Forgot about all that. “All right! Let me help out. What good would I be otherwise,” forcing a friendly tone. With some other drama club members’ help, they still were having difficulty moving the giant clump to the side of the stage. Ya know, I probably should have thought of a better way to show climbing in the play. Being authentic sucks. Her play calls for about a five foot tall pile of dirt and making that happen in the next ten minutes would be hell for anyone to pull off. Thankfully there’s a large crew backstage making it doable, but tiresome. Outside the back exit is a pickup truck with bags of dirt to haul. Oh, these bags are pretty small. I could carry this easily. Bending down to pick up the sack causes Sue to crumple with an audible gasp. “Are you ok!” Jess rushes to her aid. Her body tenses at the position she kept, threatening to let droplets run loose otherwise. “I’ll be ok, I just pulled a muscle,” Sue said with gritting teeth. Jess is completely unimpressed, “Damn, I know you’re a bookworm, but sheesh.” She offers a hand and the supporting member grabs some pounds, “I’ll take care of it here, stretch your body out.” Demoralized, she heads back inside, subtly attempting to hold herself with her hand. Watching the drama team dump hefty bags of soil onto the side of the stage, Sue ponders what else she could do at this point, other than using the bathroom. To be fair, we need the fan for the part after this, but I wouldn’t fare any better moving that if that bag nearly did me in. Her abdomen continues to ache, trying its best to persuade its host to relieve herself. At the very least, it made her unable to stand still in one spot, pacing back and forth, jiggling her thighs in desperation. Sick and envious of the developing scenery in front of her, Sue saunters off stage to the restroom again. A decent amount of the audience went missing, setting off her anxiety ridden brain with red flags. Doubts of her play form until she arrives at the hallway to see two lines formed at the restrooms. C’mon, why does everyone need to go! Not wanting to put up with her pee near all these strangers, she walks past the line to use the bathroom upstairs. Out of sight from everyone, Sue holds herself openly, one hand keeping pressure on her groin and the other gripping the railing, overcoming the steps one at a time. She hopes no one follows her as she ascents, checking back to ensure no one witnesses her in a disgraceful manner. A short yet grueling climb rewards the needy cat to an empty restroom. Finally, maybe my body will allow me to go this time. She pulls on the door *THUD* Huh!? Another pull confirmed her fear, locked. Her eyebrows furrow, mind swearing up a storm, and her tail flicks at the ground in despair. She’s bursting with anger and piss. Annoyed at the inconvenience, she takes a walk of shame back down the stairway, seeing the same people earlier. Even if I was able to go, my bladder would have tensed up again. Creating a plausible hypothesis of her situation, she stomps back to the back stage. The team has been working hard piling the dirt up. Even if it weren’t close to 5ft, they were making good pace and could work around the size issue. Once again, Jess runs up to Sue, “Sorry about earlier, but you can toss some rocks at Mike for the play,” handing her a sack. It wasn’t often to have the chance to pelt your friend with rocks and get away with it. If there was one thing Sue could look forward to in the play, it’s this. Struggling is an understatement, getting through the play with this bulging bladder is torture. The rest of the play went smoothly enough, not that she’s paying much attention to it, she couldn’t focus on much. There wasn’t much left to go, the siblings in the story meet after years in a cave. “I am here to seek answers. What are you doing to the townsfolk?” Kneeling down, Sue flips the switch on the fan, roaring out razor winds on the two while Jess chucks rocks at the windstream. She’d hate to say it, but a part of Sue wishes her own play was over. Spectating the play, she squirms in her seat, rocking side to side. Well, it’s more like vacantly staring as her mind goes, Don’t peeDon’t peeDon’t pee and so on. If only there was a pause button to stop the whole production so she could take care of her pee problem. She hasn't even noticed Jess staring in amusement, seeing how fidgety her posture is. “You deal with this often in the movies?” She was able to pick up her message despite the blowing fans next to her and her ochre cheeks became red. “Not… this bad.” “Yeah, one time I had to use a cup from the movie theater overestimating myself.” Oh my GOD, why the hell did she have to tell me that, that’s the last thing I want to hear. Sue shuts her eyes and ears if she could, I will NOT go in the middle of MY play backstage! She wasn’t dangerously close to wetting herself, it just hurt like hell to bear with. A shining light hit the struggling woman’s eyes, signaling the ending song of the play. That would mean about five or so minutes until it’s over. She caught sight of Lucy’s stunning looks and her ears gave way to her enchanting voice. Lucy for the role of leading actress was perfect. Her music piece soothes the pain Sue felt, for just a moment, she thought she could make it. Taking hold of her angelic voice, Lucy carries the ending of her play. Some audience members were shedding tears, nearly unable to wait for the final scene to end to start clapping. But finally, “Thank you for saving me.” The actors all appear for their credits and bow. The curtains close with applause from the crowd. As much as she wants to go, it would be wrong to not give thanks to all her hard working cast before they leave. With Jess’s help again, standing her up, she steadily walks over to Mike looking over at Lucy, “Great job! You came a long way from when we first started.” The white dressed woman walks away, Mike clearly wanting to pursue, “Here, take care of Chris til' I come back,” thrusting the boy into her arms. Aw man, where’s Haley? She darts her eyes around to spot her unsuccessfully. Maybe back at the room where she had Chris earlier? Upon taking one step while carrying Chris, her stomach felt like a dumbbell. Her legs dropped her into a squatting position, barely able to catch herself from losing it. Shit! I can’t wait anymore. I gotta piss so bad it hurts. With her legs contorting as if tightened by rope, Sue waddles as fast as she could out of the auditorium. Eyes targeting the bathroom, there weren't as many people compared to earlier. C’mon C’mon, I’m nearly there. Opening the door while holding onto Chris is a challenge, but he held on tight to her arm to not fall off as her free hand overcame the obstacle. Fortunately, the handicap stall is vacant, wasting no time to claim it. Locking the door, Sue puts the kid down and wobbles to the toilet. Chris stares at the woman that held him in confusion, sitting on the floor with mouth agape. Making contact with the cool touch of porcelain, she takes a deep breath and hopes something would come out. Her bladder felt like a rock, unwilling to budge. Feeling all the pee sloshing around under her stomach torments Spending so much time to not pee and it wouldn’t come out when she wanted it to. A grimace forms with a tear to match. Why? What should I do? As she wept, Chris crawls forward to Sue’s leg, grabbing hold, hugging. Like a spell being broken, a spurt escapes into the bowl, then a small trickle for a brief moment until the floodgates open. Relief at last! The troubled girl gave a sigh of success after so long. A torrent of pee continuously launches at a fast rate, concentrated directly on the water, piercing both Sue’s and Chris’s eardrums. Her bladder still aches as she went, but could feel the slight reprieve of its contents being evacuated. Her leg became warm, Chris still holding strong. Waiting for all of her pee to come out, Sue bends over to pick up Chris and puts him on her lap. She whispers, “I don’t know how, but thank you,” pressing her temple onto his head. The small gray cat smiles and giggles in response, not knowing any words. Over time, her stream weakens and becomes droplets to a summer rain. Refreshing, she takes some toilet paper and wipes, blocking his view by turning him around. Exiting with a resounding flush, she washes her hands, ignoring any strangers’ thoughts over the little kid, it didn’t matter. Returning to the auditorium, she eventually meets up with Mike, handing over his baby brother back, saying farewells. Driving back home with her mom she learns that she has a hard journey in front of her if she were to continue theater, but knew she could overcome whatever comes her way.

Make-way Model (Pic unrelated, no pregnancy in this story) Aaaaand, there! Perfect! Sandy smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she finished brushing a lock of black hair and let it fall around her shoulder. Another day, another photoshoot to attend. Such was the life of a model. She'd barely woken up a few minutes ago, and was already stuck in front of the bathroom mirror beautifying herself, mostly on the insistence of her mom. Thankfully the hair was the hard part, and that was all done. Reaching for a tube of lipstick, Sandy leaned forward to apply it. As she leaned in to dress her lips, Sandy felt a sudden uncomfortable pressure down where the bathroom counter pressed against her abdomen. With a frown she pulled back, realizing in her hurry to get ready she hadn't gotten a chance to pee yet, and her body was finally catching up. Sandy leaned in once more, being mindful of where she placed her lower body this time, and quickly applied the lipstick. Grabbing her bow, she swiftly fixed her hair and applied the accessory, before stepping over to the toilet to lift the lid. Spinning around, she began to undo the button on her skirt, only to be interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. "Sandra! Are you done yet? We have to get going!" Sandy jumped. Already? "Uh, almost, I just have to-" "Whatever it is, it can wait!" her mom cut back. "We're going to be late!" Retrieving her phone from her pocket, Sandy checked the time and grimaced. She hadn't realized how much time she'd spent here already. "Uhh okay mom, but can I ju-" "No buts! I'm going to go get the car started," came the final reply before her mom's shoes clattered away. Feeling her bladder ache, Sandy had half a mind to drop her underwear and go anyway, but she had already upset her mom enough for the day. Sighing, she left the bathroom and hurriedly gathered together everything she needed for the photoshoot, before hurrying downstairs and out the front door where her mom had already backed out of the garage. After locking the front door she hopped in the passenger seat and began strapping herself in as her mom immediately started backing out. As they set off down the road, Sandy was immediately treated to a short lecture by her mom, first a quick scolding for not being punctual, followed by a lecture of what was expected of her at this specific photoshoot. It was a much more high-profile photoshoot than the ones she was used to; she'd be on the cover of a famous regional fashion magazine. What was expected of her was pretty straightforward, as it wasn't her first job like this, what was relevant to her predicament though was an emphasis on being punctual, as being even a minute late would be noticed. That, and she wouldn't be allowed to leave till it was over. Realization began to set in as she regretted not putting aside time for a toilet break. The rest of the car ride was painfully quiet, as Sandy wallowed in regret. Her bladder was unusually full, and the bumps in the road began to get to her. It was roughly a half hour drive to the modeling firm, and according to the firm, she had to be ready in that amount of time. She had planned on peeing when she got there, and indeed would have to, she just hoped there would be ample time to relieve herself upon arrival. She valued her job, and dared not upset her mom, but there was no way she could hold this for an entire photoshoot. With phone in one hand, and the other subtly pressing against her crotch, Sandy began increasingly nervous as they approached their destination, time becoming increasingly tight. Thankfully her mom was content to drop her off at the front of the building before going to find parking. Grabbing a small bag of necessities, Sandy hurried up the steps, feeling her bladder throb with every step, but not having much choice in the matter. Arriving at the receptionist's desk, she once again checked her phone. 2 minutes to go. Too close for comfort, but theoretically enough time. "H-hello, appointment with Mr. Wake?" Sandy huffed. The receptionist looked up. "Sandra, correct?" "Yes." "Down the hall to my right, third door on the left." "Th-thank you. Also d-do you know where there's a bathroom?" The receptionist pointed to a bathroom door she had missed on the way in. Sandy thanked her and hurried off towards it. Feeling her bladder throb, she began openly grabbing herself as she burst through the door, rushing towards the nearest stall. There was no one else in the bathroom and she was being rushed in more ways than one, and thus decided not to waste precious seconds closing the door. She'd be on full display if someone happened to walk in, but right now she needed to go. With a whine, Sandy popped the button on her skirt and tore down her undergarments, feeling herself start to leak as she hovered her butt above the toilet. The floodgates opened and she fell upon the edge of the toilet with a strained sigh, a loud clattering echoing below her as she began gushing pee into the modeling firm toilet. The ache in her bladder subsided as she flooded the bowl with fresh urine, while the sounds of her relief echoed off the walls of the whole bathroom. Despite the euphoria of relief, Sandy was still in a hurry. Ripping off some toilet paper to have ready, she whipped out her phone and checked the time. The two minutes had already elapsed and she was due to be in the manager's office right now. A fearful chill ran down her spine, but her bladder was still full and she was greedy for relief. She strained, hoping to hurry it along, and while the hissing of her pee intensified, it did little to actually help. The minute ticked over seconds before the last drops fell out, leaving her to quickly dry her crotch and redress herself, before hurrying out of the bathroom without even flushing or washing her hands. Remembering the instructions from earlier, Sandy practically ran down the hall, slowing down only at the door to her manager to compose herself before calmly stepping inside. "Hello Mr. Wake! Sorry I'm late!" Sitting at a desk on the other side of the room, her manager looked up and immediately waved his hand. "Ah, don't worry Miss Sandra, a minute late is nothing to be sorry about, traffic's bad today anyway. If anything, you're early..." Sandy struggled not to scream.

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Afterparty Peril "Seeya! Thanks for coming!" Rachel waved enthusiastically as the last pair of friends she had invited over left her house, blowing a kiss and laughing as they waved one last time before setting off down the sidewalk. Closing the door, Rachel turned around and felt her excitement drain away as she stared at the living room that had just been ravaged by several hours of alcohol-fueled celebration. "Now for the fun part..." she murmured. As it usually was after such a party, the house was trashed, with everything from food scraps to streamers littering the floor. Her parents wouldn't be home for another two hours or so, but such a mess would take close to that amount of time to clean up. Sighing, Rachel bent down towards the nearest piece of litter, only to gasp and freeze as she felt a sudden rush of pressure. Ah yeah...gotta piss...Rachel realized. She had tried her best to keep sober, but eventually gave in to several cans of beer, followed by several glasses of water as someone needed to keep a lid on such unruly activities. Her bladder suffered as a result, though a lingering alcohol buzz and the job of having to see off all the partygoers had left her ignorant until now. Obviously unable to do much of anything with such a crushing weight in her abdomen, Rachel gently grabbed herself and hurried up the stairs to the only toilet in the house. Panting as she got to the top of the stairs, Rachel paused and felt her legs involuntarily bend to keep herself dry. With a quiet whine, she hurried to the bathroom door, only to gasp as she saw someone familiar laying next to the toilet. "Paulo!?" Bodily needs temporarily forgotten, Rachel bent down next to her friend and looked him over. Thankfully he was not injured, but seemed to be blackout drunk. Feeling her bladder remind her of her predicament, she gaped at the unconscious figure as realization set in. "Hey Pauloooo, you there?" she asked nicely, waiting a few seconds for a response. When none came she slapped him. "Paulo! Come on!" she whined, but his only response was a nigh-inaudible moan followed by his head falling onto his shoulder from the force of the slap. Scratch that plan. Groaning, Rachel grabbed Paulo by the arms, and attempted to drag him out of the bathroom. Unused to lifting such weights, she struggled for a moment, putting more and more effort in until her bladder alerted her that it wasn't a good idea to go any further. Letting go, she grabbed herself again to prevent an accident, grimacing as she stared at the dead weight that vastly complicated what was supposed to be a simple toilet trip. Feeling sweat on her forehead, Rachel found her eyes drifting to the toilet. Ugh I gotta go...not like he's in any state to know, r-right? Keeping her eyes glued to the sleeping figure, Rachel ever so carefully backed up to the toilet, briskly pulling down her shorts and panties and lowering herself at a snail's pace such that no sound was made by her large ass enveloping the porcelain seat. Now finally perched on the toilet, Rachel glanced at Paulo. Still fast asleep and hopefully would remain that way till she could finish relieving herself, though there was no telling what would happen. Time was of the essence, as was keeping quiet, though pissing full force into the bowl would certainly complicate that latter necessity. Rachel fidgeted, shifting back and forth on the toilet, her bladder aching and asking her to hurry up and make a decision. Perhaps the only other option was squatting outside, but with her pants down and her butt on the toilet, the psychological effect was strong enough that she doubted she could even make it down the stairs. Resolving herself to take care of business right here, Rachel attempted to relax her hold. Slowly but carefully she attempted to let go, only to quickly realize something was wrong. "Really?" she hissed under her breath. Rachel was anything but pee shy, she used the school bathrooms to go both numbers all the time, and had slept multiple times with the orange feline that now threatened to interrupt her release, yet for the life of her she could not go. Taking some deep breaths, she relaxed as much as she could until finally a quick dribble made its way past her defenses. The sound of it splashing in the bowl cut through the silence of the bathroom and unnerved her as she once again gazed at Paulo's still form. Thankfully her brief release was just enough to shake things up, and the floodgates opened a moment later. PPPSSSSSSSHHHHHHH! Rachel quickly covered her mouth to stop a moan as her tortured bladder finally began its release. Fresh urine poured from her nethers like a fire hose, hissing as it made contact with the water already in the bowl, rapidly adding a faint yellow tint to it. "Mmmmmff..." Rachel moaned into her fist, needing some way to express her relief in a way that wouldn't cut above the sound of her gushing stream. She gazed one more time at the still-unconscious intruder, before feeling safe enough to close her eyes and enjoy the sensation of her bladder deflating. Despite the sheer volume of pee, the sound was not as bad as she expected. Keeping her thighs tightly closed helped a lot, muting the splashing in the pool below her, though loud enough that someone standing outside the door might be able to hear. The volume refused to waver for several seconds; though peeing as hard as she could, her bladder was so full that fully emptying it took close to a minute. Incredibly relieved, but growing used to the feeling, Rachel sighed as she rested her hands in her lap and softly bit her lip as she savored being empty again. In her bliss, Rachel failed to notice a sudden stirring happening mere inches from her. "Rach?" A quiet voice spoke, just loud enough for her to notice. She gasped, fear cutting off her stream instantly as she whirled to face Paulo, the two locking their wide eyes. Paulo slowly woke to two things: a pounding headache, and a strange sound of running water. As he opened his eyes to find one of his best friends using the toilet, the first melted away, and without thinking, he announced his presence. As the tension in the air became thick enough to cut with a knife, Paulo's alcohol-muddled neurons finally fired in just the right way for him to realize he was not welcome five minutes ago. "FUCK, SORRY!" He yelled, hurriedly shielding his eyes and picking himself up off the bathroom floor. That latter part didn't go so well as he found his legs to be half asleep, causing him to trip and slam against the floor before managing to properly stand up and bolt for the exit. He paused at the door frame to turn around and awkwardly wave to her. "Sorrybabe, greatpartyseeyaaround!" he fired off, before sprinting downstairs towards the front door. Still on the toilet, Rachel watched the door with a thousand yard stare, listening as Paulo bumbled his way downstairs, cursing and banging against furniture. Upon hearing the door slam, Rachel remained still for a moment longer before uncontrollable laughter took her.

This is where I'll be posting written works not made by me, but an anonymous friend that's also keen on sharing peefics to you all. Will be updated overtime. Miranda: Manager Mishap "Ahhh, barely made it!" Miranda sighed with relief the moment she looked down at her car stereo upon pulling into the Burger-Tron parking lot. Ten minutes late. Not bad considering the rush she was in after drastically oversleeping, and certainly not the worst it had ever been. It had come at the cost of being out the door as soon as she was dressed, but surely that would be the worst thing to happen to her today. Still, being late meant angering her employees should they wait too long for her to come unlock the fast food joint. As she rounded the corner to the front of the building she saw the annoyed faces of Paulo, James, and all the other employees under her watch. She hated to see what a few more minutes of delay would do to them. "Sorry guys, may or may not have overslept a little," Miranda explained, stifling a yawn and the urge to say 'a lot' instead. Retrieving the keychain from her pocket, she wasted no time in getting the building unlocked and letting everyone inside. As soon as the lights were turned on the group headed to the break room, where BT-branded caps and aprons were put on to the tune of friendly chit-chat and the music of the early morning radio. Once everyone was ready, they gathered round the central table while Miranda started barking orders. "Alright, James, there's a ton of trash piled up around the store, you're on trash duty. Allison, Claire, get the kitchen ready. Paulo, get the dining area cleaned up. Bill, soda fountains. Morning commuters will be here any minute." No complaints, they had all heard this before. Everyone started scrambling to work except for James. "Just need the key to the back door." Miranda tossed the entire keychain at him. "Here, go nuts, I got plenty of stuff to do myself." "You sure? I just need the on-" but Miranda neither heard nor cared. Thus, the team descended upon the restaurant, fixing it up at breakneck speed to be ready for the rush of commuters seeking a quick breakfast or at least a coffee. Miranda went around checking in on everyone periodically, while otherwise performing miscellaneous, but no less important tasks such as preparing the cash register. Her early morning rush had put them all in a bit of a hurry, but as long as the kitchen and drive thru line were up and ready soon, the rest would be smooth sailing. In the midst of it all, Miranda found the time to make herself a cup of coffee, as she was still a little conked out from having to leave her house so fast. No time for breakfast, no time for a shower, no time to brush her teeth... ...No time to use the bathroom. With a twinge of embarrassment, Miranda suddenly noticed the tight feeling in her abdomen. Perhaps she should've at least put aside the time for a toilet break before she left; her bladder was unpleasantly full. With an annoyed grunt, Miranda gulped the rest of the coffee, tossing the empty cup into one of the many garbage cans yet to be emptied, and hurried off to the bathroom to take care of this minor inconvenience. Stepping down the hallway, Miranda parked herself in front of the female bathroom and turned the knob, only to find it refused to budge. Confusion turned to a slight jolt of fear as she tried it a few times, only to determine the bathrooms had yet to be unlocked yet. No matter, she thought, reaching for the keychain on her belt. "Goddammit..." she huffed under her breath. Miranda's bladder protested, having not expected such a delay. Ugh, where's James at, she thought, heading down the hall to the restaurant's rear door, only to hear her name called. "Yo, you're needed at the drive thru register, customers are starting to arrive!" Paulo called to her from the other end of the hallway. Miranda turned around to stare at him blankly for a moment, realizing the sudden predicament she was in. "...Alright, I'm coming," she replied. It was an unfortunate coincidence, but one she had to deal with. There was no time to go find James, customers were more important than a bathroom break she didn't really need anyway. Indeed, as she headed to her work station, the urge to relieve herself was swiftly forgotten. She would of course need to go sooner or later, but that could easily wait until James finished up and brought her the keys. Service with a smile till then. ===== "Th-thank you, come again!" Miranda called through her earpiece, blushing as she noticed the stutter in her voice. Peeking through the window, she saw the drive thru empty for the time being and carefully whipped out her phone to check the time. She bit her lip, slightly surprised to see she hadn't even been behind the register a half hour yet. It felt like it had easily been twice as long, and not just because of the monotony of the job. Who would've guessed that sitting behind a counter doing little of anything would eventually allow her mind to wander to the fact she needed to pee. Miranda subtly squeezed her thighs in response. It helped, but she still had to pee quite badly. A toilet break was in order as soon as practicable, and she was still nowhere close to being on break. Not that she couldn't leave at all, but getting somewhere to cover for her at the busiest time of morning was not an easy feat. Gritting her teeth, Miranda could only sit there, silently suffering, while another customer pulled up and started to place an order. Eventually, Paulo found himself without anything to do, having finished wiping down the main dining room. There was still plenty yet to be done, but for Miranda it meant a chance to call him over. "Think you could cover me for a moment?" Miranda asked, trying to hide the urgency in her voice, "I need to, uh...check on James." "Uh, I think so." "Great!" Miranda strained, tearing herself away to quickly yet inconspicuously head off towards the bathrooms. She hoped, yet doubted they had been unlocked yet, in which case she'd need to find James, but that wouldn't take too much more time, and she thankfully wasn't completely desperate yet. Coming to the bathroom door yet again, Miranda hopefully tried it, but once again it proved out of order. Her bladder throbbed, and she hurried away to find James. Just wait for him out by the dumpster, retrieve the keychain, and she'd be in business. The only concern was how long it would take if he wasn't already there. This would quickly prove to be the least of her worries for the moment, as a sudden foreign voice in her ear called “Hello?”. In her rush to leave her post, she had kept her earpiece on. The earpiece connected to the drive thru's speakers. An earpiece Paulo neither had, nor had been given an opportunity to retrieve. A customer was waiting while she selfishly sought out a bathroom, and Paulo was either oblivious or trying to figure out what to do. Miranda very nearly swore loudly into the mic, but managed to catch herself and instead choke out a rushed "Ah hello! W-welcome to Burger Tron, may I t-take your order?" while she practically sprinted back to the window, bladder protesting with each step, but otherwise forgotten. "Uh yeah, can I get uhhhh...two number nines...a number nine large..." began the voice on the other end, sounding like a gruff old dog who was perfectly content with taking his time. Miranda got back to the window and replaced Paulo well before the dog had finished his order, and stood there for about a minute after, listening to him drone on. "...one with cheese...and uhhhhh, a large soda." The customer finally finished. "Wh-what flavor soda?" Miranda asked, forcing a nervous grin. "Uhhh, you kids still have 'Booya Blast'?" "N-no sir, that was discontinued months ago." "Aww shit. What do you have then?" For fuck's sake... By the time the order had been taken, prepared, and handed off to the customer, Miranda found herself in a painful position. Whether it was the coffee or the nervousness or both, her bladder now painfully ached. Customers were starting to line up too, given plenty of time to build up behind the dog. Thankfully Paulo was still waiting patiently, and after apologizing profusely, Miranda passed the earpiece. "There, sorry. S-still need you to cover, also do you k-know where James is?" "Uh, saw him heading to the back door with another load of trash a minute ago." Finally, things were starting to look up. Miranda thanked him and ran off, hopefully for the last time, in the direction of her salvation. Every step caused her bladder to slosh around, and she began seriously holding herself once out of sight to try avoiding an unfortunate accident. She stepped carefully, but speed was more important at this stage of the game. By the time she arrived at the back door, she nearly doubled over, squeezing her thighs relentlessly to regain control, before pushing the door open. "JAMES, KEYS!" James had been hovering over a bag of trash attempting to tie it, and the sudden outburst from his superior made him jump. He looked over at her, but quickly realized something else and returned to the bag with a look of fear on his face. "James, what are you doing?!" She demanded, expecting him to do literally anything else. "I'm sorry!" he called, "but I think I just dropped the keys in the bag!" "You WHAT?!" she nearly yelled. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you made me jump and I lost my grip!" he apologized again, frantically digging through the bag. This was perhaps the worst turn of events Miranda could've had that day. She could've been doubling back to the bathroom by now, keys in hand. Instead, she had inadvertently caused the employee trusted with them to drop them into a metaphorical haystack, and now stood there watching while she furiously gripped her crotch and resisted the urge to potty dance. A number of poor decisions had led to this moment, and now she was paying the price. She just wished it wouldn't end the way she expected it. "I'll...be by the b-bathrooms," she choked out. "Bring them th-there when you...f-find them." Miranda was sure the desperation in her voice was obvious, as though her strange poses didn't give James enough of a hint, but that didn't matter anymore. She just hoped and prayed this would only take a second as she carefully doubled back. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. There was no chance of it working, and it would be slightly embarrassing if she was caught, but anything was better than wetting her pants at this point. With a shaky hand, she reached for the doorknob to the men's bathroom. With a shaky breath she turned it, and was never more delighted for a doorknob to work in her entire life. For reasons beyond her knowledge, or care, the men's room just happened to be unlocked. Questions would come later, right now she needed to GO. Miranda's rush to the toilet was a blur, but in a flash she managed to get the door closed and the light on before starting on undoing her lower garments. She remembered the apron around her front side, and began furiously and awkwardly tearing it off, tossing it on the floor once it was off. In that time she barely began to lose control, small drops of urine coming out into her panties. On the absolute verge of losing it, Miranda tore down everything around her waist and slammed her quivering ass on the freshly cleaned toilet. "Hhhhhooooohhhhhhhhh..." Miranda moaned loudly as she finally relaxed. Fresh urine began gushing from her tortured bladder, splashing loudly in the toilet bowl and filling the entire bathroom with an almost hissing sound. The stress of the situation rapidly drained away into the toilet, while the ache in her deflating bladder disappeared too. Composing herself, Miranda let out a much quieter and more dignified huff of relief as she leaned forward on the toilet and rested her elbows on her lap. Peeing furiously, Miranda allowed herself to relax, sitting there contentedly while she listened to the noisy ‘pppwfffsshhhh’ of her bladder emptying. She urinated close to a full minute, before the final drops fell into the yellow-tinted bowl. Sighing one last time, she looked down to inspect the damage. A small damp spot was left on her panties which wouldn't be comfortable, but would dry quickly and hadn't been given the chance to soak through anything else. Reaching behind, Miranda flushed the toilet and swiftly returned her pants and underwear to their proper position. Grabbing her apron off the floor, she fixed it up and put it back on, then went over to the sinks to wash her hands, remembering the health & safety sign that had been burned into her brain at this point. Feeling much more refreshed, and with a small spring in her step, Miranda left the bathroom, nearly bumping into James who had been standing around awkwardly with the keys in his hand. "Oh, there you are! I'm so sorry again, here's the keys, thankfully it didn't take me too long to find...them..." he trailed off, noticing where she had come from. "Uh, did you?" he wondered aloud, realizing immediately after what a poor decision it was to ask. "I mean-" "It's fine," Miranda huffed. "These things happen." “I’m sorry,” James spoke dolefully, “It’s my fault for not opening that door earlier today. I was rushing to use the bathroom myself and forgot to unlock the other one and…” "You're fine James,” cutting off his ongoing excuse, “Most of it was my fault anyway." Grabbing the keychain from his hand, she began carefully and wordlessly retrieving the only key James was in need of. As she prepared to hand it back to him, she glared at him coldly. "None of this ever happened, got it?" He laughed nervously. "Sure thing boss!"

Final Five, the hit movie that’s been constantly selling all it’s seats. Coincidentally, it’s also how many minutes until Emma finishes her shift. Stationing behind the snack counter, she fiddles her fingers on a candy wrapper, letting the sound and texture distract her from an aching bladder. Staring at the doors, Emma chews her cheeks with a frown, awaiting for her relief to come. Fortunately, her little rituals have succeeded, a tan furred cat wearing the theater uniform has arrived. All that’s left to do is count the shift’s earnings and report it to the manager. Her mental state wasn’t up to par for counting and it shows. As Emma counts the dollars, her legs squat a tad, struggling to support the pressure accumulating. Despite shuffling through the papers as quickly as her leg bobs under stress, her boss has seen enough, telling her to be excused. It sure was embarrassing to be so unsubtle, but was thankful of her manager’s gruff kindness, perhaps he felt awkward about the situation too. Leaving the staff room, she swiftly clocks out, free from the burden of standing and staring in front of what she longed for. As she hobbles, legs refusing to part ways, she sighs in response to the line just formed. Her end of shift also coincides with the ending of a movie, with many women in the same boat as Emma. Before anyone else could come, she reserved a spot to the awaited throne. Her hand juts down to the side of her crotch, almost resisting the temptation to hold herself in front of (mostly behind) several people. Her legs commit to a slow tap dance as Emma stood in line. Slowly she was able to waddle closer to a toilet. The sounds of pitter patter against the water didn’t help any for her whining bladder. So she softly hums a tune vaguely resembling what she heard on the speaker in the lobby. It eases the tension until the flush overshadows and makes her confidence quiver in making it without a stain. The sounds became louder as she inches forward. Her light bounces were now hops, audibly stepping in place, her body frantically losing control. A spurt escapes, Emma recoils, bringing her butt back. She knew she’s in full display, but their thoughts did not matter, just persevering through and maintaining a clean set of pants. Soon Emma led the pack of bothered women, eyeing the stalls for an opening to take advantage of. Sweat was forming on not just her brow, but the onlookers behind. Her condition was looking severe and the overall confidence was grim. But in the nick of time, a door has opened and Emma bolts past the lady. Hurriedly, she locks the door and emits a whimper as she feels another blot of urine on her panties. The young woman’s steps were stuttered, trying to recompose herself as she got closer and closer to the other end of the stall. Contrast to her performance a minute ago, she cautiously grasps the hem of her pants and lowers them beneath the bowl, squatting to ease herself into relief. Her nethers were already dribbling, like a faucet not fully shut. Without a moment to spare, the force of the stream expands into a gush and the release trembles her legs into sitting onto the porcelain. Waterfalls rival the unleashing piss in the bowl. Emma covers her mouth to hold back on emitting any moans of pleasure, she already embarrassed herself enough. Even though her voice is inaudible, her lower lips spoke true wonders of relief, the crowd behind the door surely envious of her state. She sat panting, cleaning the sweat off her forehead. As the raging piss pours, she could not wait for a shower. Her legs weren’t drenched, but she could feel the moisture run down her fur, unsure if it’s sweat or the leaks were that bad. Her insides have no more to give and in return receives a thorough wiping. Her plain underwear did not make it without operation. Salvaging what she could with toilet paper, the piece of fabric was still damp, the front end painted yellow. She wonders if the pair was even worth keeping. Despite the exhausting feeling, she raised herself along with her pants as high as they could go. Her taint feeling a chill, Emma flushes and her head looking away from whoever stood in line, hurried out to wash her hands. The bus ride back home wasn’t going to be a pleasant one.

Warm steam emerged from the bathroom. A sated sigh of relaxation, the body and soul cleansed and scented in various fragrant shampoos. Lucy covered herself in a towel and rested on her bed. She desired to maintain the warmth post-shower and crashed into bed, covering herself with soft, mom-made blankets. Lucy had reached the pinnacle of rest and dozed soon after. The odor of lavender summoned her close companions, her childhood friends, her pets into the room. They surrounded and encompassed her body like bees to pollen. A bird took to her shoulder and cradled the white cat’s neck. The hedgehog, ever careful of provoking a peaceful nap, spooned her arm opposite of the bird with its flat tummy. Finally, the young saddleless dinosaur climbed onto bed and pressed her body against Lucy’s chest. Movement without any subtlety, with dazed eyes, she briefly came out of slumber and observed the pressure on her body. Seeing the puny green Yoshi-like was enough evidence to let her return to a dreamy world. The winter night had melted into spring sunrise, rays beated through the window, and lavished light throughout her room. It was a Sunday morning, no school, no care on how to spend her time, so she rebelled nature’s clock by keeping her eyes closed and further engulfing herself in warmth. The minutes passed and soon the hedgehog and bird went their ways, but their host remained. Time marches only forward and the ways of the world would make it so that no one would be left behind. The lying woman felt a panging right under where her remaining pet slept. Reluctantly she would get up, but this snoring stone prevented any movement. Her cute little reptile was in fact a colossal iron weight pressing against her bladder which tried to fight back with it’s bulging size. A competition that led its only spectator to watch in horror and in anticipation for the home field to remain victorious. Sweat dripped past the brow, wondering how to leave this predicament without waking her precious baby. The way the small green bean breathed in and out with a small fluctuation of size, the bubble of cartoonishly appropriate stature hanging from her nose, the tiny mewl that escaped into the cat’s ears. To her, it was positively cute and couldn’t be stopped. Still, staring down at her, Lucy’s mind was blank on how to free herself. She could freely move her arms and legs, but doing so without waking her companion nor leaking felt out of her control. In fact, using her legs to clamp her lower self shut was the only thing she could do at the moment, thankful of her sleeping posture to allow this fortunate reprieve. “Lucy! It’s time to get up! Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” Her mother started her annoying morning chant whenever she didn’t come downstairs for breakfast. Despite the volume of her voice, the soft baby laid still. Lucy cursed under her breath in dismay and gingerly grinded her thighs to ease herself. Her vessel of urine stood tall and valiantly without collapsing from neither it’s sheer size and the mountain that rested above it. All Lucy could muster was admire the strength of her body and admonish her weak mind for falling victim to the charms of a sleeping baby. It was beyond ridiculous to be stopped by an infant, but it was too late to simply move the child and get up, holding herself was top priority. The thought of shuffling back and forth to gently wake Yashy felt too much, the two have been together long enough where separating them would ruin the balance her bladder maintained. “Oh Yashy, it’s time to get up.” Her voice was the only part of Lucy that could reach her pet without spilling disaster. But she spoke too softly for the green critter to take notice. “Please Yashy, please get up!” Urgency crept to her words. Her eyes started to water like her soon overfilled nether region. It truly started to hurt, the next word to utter out was a whine The bedroom door opened wide and a white figure emerged into the room. “Lucy dear, it’s time to get up!” Her mother stood next to the bed, witnessing her pale daughter with wet eyes and a blob laying atop the cover. She scooped Yashy up and cradled her in her arms, imitating a cooing sound. The small dino yawned at the top of her lungs and uttered, “I’m hungry.” “Don’t worry baby, I have some tasty eggs for you.” Before turning away, “Lucy, you can come down when you’re ready, you clearly don’t look good.” With the two of them gone and more importantly, the obstruction from her, Lucy could try to move again. Key word being try, the pain still lingered, but felt it gradually go away with no pressure on it. She laid with her hands clutching down as far as possible, hoping that there wasn’t a leak noticeable by her mom. The high tide eventually died down and she turned to her side. It felt weird moving after being still for so long, not that she was tired, but her legs felt weak. Her next step was to sit herself up after shuffling herself to the edge of the bed. Lucy had to mentally prepare herself, she did just have a living paper weight sit on her pile of pee, but knew she couldn’t last, at least completely dry. “3…2…..1…….” She pushed her body up “Augh!” Her hands felt warmth for the first time today, but hopefully the last. The white cat used that momentum to rise up from bed and stand. Her posture was hunched forward as she waddled out of her room. At the end of the hall is the restroom. It was a lot of effort to get that small distance, but it wasn’t much further. Go Lucy go! She shimmied her legs back and forth and slowly inched her way closer to the porcelain goal. Past the staircase, another spasm occurred! Her hands were getting damp, but there wasn’t any time to fret over such a disgusting detail, she’s right there. The door just needs to be opened. Releasing one of her hands to reach the knob, she squatted down to keep her gate closed. The toilet available, she slammed the door and let loose of her previously cautious behavior, rushing the last meter to sit down. Lucy definitely leaked onto the floor, but no one would know, that was kept inside the privacy of this room. Dribble became spray as her butt reached the bowl. At last, her olympian hurdle was overcome and she gasped in relief. The tears from before came back in a mix of pain and pleasure. As the piss hissed into the water, her swollen bladder deflated. The heavy feeling in her lower abdomen slowly dulled as she went. Trying to take deep breaths, Lucy regained her nerves and examined the damages. Some of the urine caught on the seat between her spread. She hoped the back seat wasn’t soaked and she wasn’t going to let her back check for her. Thankfully they didn’t have a carpet to absorb any of the trickle, but a trail remained that needed cleaning. After a moment, her tinkle died down to droplets and she began cleaning the floor, toilet (the back seat took a blasting), and finally herself with a nice hot shower. Spending a lengthy amount of time in the bathroom, she left from her own insecurity and went downstairs to her family. “Good morning Lucy!” Her mom ecstatic as ever, cleaning the mess of breakfast. Jordan passed with a smirk, “Mornin baby sis.” On command, he got his morning punch, but Lucy questioned why he would say that. As she passed the living room again, she overheard the three pets huddled together in the corner with Yashy taking over the conversation. “And then she was flailing her legs around about to cry, I could barely keep myself from laughing!” “You sound like a real comedian Yashy, care to tell another joke to my companions,” Lucy threatened as she pointed at her with claws. The green brat bolted with a furious cat on her heels.

It’s been a few weeks since the date, but it’s all still clear to me. With a pandemic shutting down many places in our area, we secluded ourselves in her compact car near a park undergoing construction. Not the most romantic option, but no one should be here to interrupt us and the workers were perhaps on holiday break. Despite not seeing each other in months, we could only stay for a few hours. A snowstorm was forecasted later that day, ruining any plans of late night fun. Due to certain circumstances and desperation to be together after so long apart, we would make the most of this time. We prepared to stay inside our comfy vehicle for a long while with snacks, plenty of water bottles, and my homemade lunch that we shared. After having spent my morning preparing salmon, fried chicken, roasted vegetables, and boiled eggs for us, I didn’t want my effort to go to waste. It was all worth it, our starved stomachs were delighted to have the first meal of our day and to see her smile with a face full of food definitely brightened my day. About thirty minutes later, my best friend perks up with this, “Do you want to come with me to the bathroom in the park?” What a rare occasion, and with no one to stop us, I of course agreed with a stupid grin on my face. We step out into the chilled winds for a 20 meter walk to the only building in the park. We circled around it, tried every door but none would budge. I bring up that in all my time visiting this place that I’ve never seen them open, not even convinced that it was a bathroom, it had none of the usual signs, or one at all. As we jogged back into the warmth of the car, she mentioned that she’ll drive back to her house to use her bathroom. However, I saw this as an opportunity and exchanged kinks. The trade was to indulge in her own kink, wedgies. A win-win scenario, to be the one that puts her in the feeling of pleasure and pain and being able to watch it all unfold. She knows how much I like seeing her desperate, jig her legs about, squirming to pee which she sometimes teases me with that knowledge. To make the experience more interesting, I gave her the task to coddle with a gallon of water that she always carries around. We spent some time hanging out, watching her light blue panties suspended by the car hook, casually talking about Bugsnax and Deep Rock Galactic. Naturaly, she had breaks which consisted of resting by my lap, sipping her giant water bottle. Enjoying our peace, I take notice of her thighs bouncing back and forth. This is a natural sight from her, never keeping still and keeping active, but I knew this wasn’t just her antsy self. The water had to be taking effect on her bladder. Glancing at the bottle, she was about half way finished, granted I sipped some as well. She wasn’t vocal about her need and kept enduring, her thighs moved as if she was using a bicycle with only one petal, keeping a steady rhythm. I asked how bad she needed to go, it was kinda bad but she could hold out and drive to her home soon. Feeling cheeky, I prod her side with the bottle and ogled her eyes. There was hesitation from the pressure her groin and I put on her, but she gave in and drank a bit more. Our date was approaching the end of its time span. At this point we were enjoying our company together. I laid my head on her lap and we both played with each other’s hair. Time was breezing past us. I wished that it would freeze with the frigid air so we could stay here. Unfortunately, I was whisked back into reality, being pushed off from my polyester pillow. It was obvious to the both of us that she needed to go. Her hand grabbed the door handle and yet, the door wouldn’t open. My eyes widened as the door was absolutely unlocked, but here I am watching her forcefully pushing the stuck door to no avail. She then asks me to try the door at my side. At that moment, I remembered that this car had an issue like this before, but only on that one door, so this one next to me should work, but my awful mind had another idea. My acting came into play, mimicking the same issue despite feeling the car door open. Now if she would have tried to open it, my foolish bluff would have been caught and she without question would be furious at me for lying. But, she took my word and believed that both rear sides were stuck. Even though both of us were looking worried, I told her that the front doors should open. In a bit of a frenzy, she climbed forward despite her condition, presenting me her butt, to which the temptations overwhelm me to slap it. She fortunately didn’t struggle getting to a front seat and the door as I expected was whooshed open. Next, the fidgety woman opened all the doors from the outside to unjam them and settled in the front seat after closing them. Being outside in the freezing temperature for that small minute might have loosened her control of herself as her legs shuffled constantly. Amidst this chaos, there was one more problem stopping us from leaving our parking spot, the windows were completely frosted. It’s perilous to drive in that condition, even if we knew the distance was less than half a quarter of a mile. My friend wasn’t looking too good, a painful silence was in the air and her lips were bitten. I didn’t need to ask how bad she was feeling and to make light of the situation, I asked if we could walk to her house instead. She didn’t agree with that plan. I was genuinely shocked, she should have the strength to make it home, she never clutched her crotch at all. We’ve done this sort of play before so I was at a loss on what to do. The car was taking it’s time to defrost the windshield and looking at her rubbing her hands along her legs, I was feeling regret over my previous stunt, even if it was a minor setback. She isn’t into omorashi at all and only holds it to make me happy, but to actually wet herself in her car, she would cry even if I could comfort her about it. I mulled over to myself what to do. Then an idea came, in my bag I brought a towel to pick up any crumbs, but didn’t use it because she already prepared her car for that scenario. I reached into the backpack for it and presented it, “If you really can’t hold it, you can use this.” Once again she said no. I was baffled at the response, what did she want to do about it, we knew she couldn’t hold it forever. When we talked about this sort of thing in the past, she was insistent about using a toilet and her pride was too great to use anything else. She even said that she would wet herself instead of going outside. Now that line was put to the test. I’ll admit it, I begged her to use the towel, my mind was at a loss. She wouldn’t because the towel might not absorb it all and might stain the car, even in the back where there was another towel. I mention using her water bottle after dumping the rest of the water out, but no dice. There wasn’t a portable potty near us, in fact it was at the other side of the park and that was probably further away than walking to her home. As I was stuck pondering, she spoke up, “What if I go outside and you protect me with the towel?” I stared at her in awe, she chose to break one of her claims, going out of her comfort zone. To the average Joe, this wouldn’t mean much, but this event was proof that she has enough trust in me to shield her in doing something she would only do privately. It may just be a piss, but to me, this was so much more. I could only mutter out a single “Yeah.” She turned off the car and took the keys and we both put on our jackets. We walked side by side to the park, going to the perimeter of the walkway. I looked around for anyone and only saw a few people out in the distance, maybe 50 meters or more playing basketball. As we continued, she told me that she couldn’t even run, the first I ever heard of it. She was feeling impatient and did her best to rush at a tree, but I stopped her and wanted to go further out to completely hide ourselves in the thickets of a dead bush in the distance, where passersby would probably never see us. She was able to hold out but was impatient and the next tree we passed she beelined for. I was worried as it only covered one side, but behind us was a graveyard blocked by a chain link fence and no one else was in sight. I couldn’t argue with her, she made her choice and readied me to cover her. Looking out at her left and then to me, she pulled down her light blue sweatpants, the same color as her panties and bent back, using the tree as support. Instantly the waters flowed, assaulting the dirt we stood. My towel extended out in front of us and I looked at our surroundings again, there wasn’t a soul nearby and the men at the court were too invested in themselves. Then I decided to slack and enjoy the show. She didn’t protest to me about not hiding her, I wasn’t sure if she knew no one was here or was just lost in bliss. I stood behind her and gazed at her nice round brown butt, admiring the natural beauty she’s born with. My eyes went down and took in the river she produced, her pee was clear like the water we drink and rushed out at an impeccable speed. The stream didn’t even have time to form, it rained down several droplets that crashed into nature. It was it’s own beast that I could barely understand, her most private part was shadow. I had no telling what shape it was, just complete darkness despite the sun still shining outside. Her cascade was tremendous, but soon sputtered weakly, taking that as my sign to check again for intruding voyeurs like me. The coast was clear and the sound of silence returned. As she finished relieving herself, I offered her my towel as we didn’t have any other meaningful way to wipe. Embarrassment came over her, but still took it and rubbed herself dry. Returning the oversized substitute toilet paper, she lifted her pants back and I noticed a wet spot at the lower end of her leg, her splashing was that extreme to catch her pants. After attempting to absorb the dampness from there, we walked back as nothing happened. On the way, I tripped on some rock and almost fell. With a laugh, “You almost tripped and fall didn’t you.” “Yeah, but I wasn’t the one who almost wet her pants.” With that quip, our fun was over and we had an experience that at least I will never forget.