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View File JAV-ACZD-155 - Lesbian Diaper Pullups Sexy Times Super hot and a great diaper JAV from ACZD. One great thing about this video is they are playing in bigger adult pullups, and I love the high waists! Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 11/14/2023 Category Female  

Hello everyone, I was trying to find a video that I had seen a long time ago (2018/2019 I think), but which I can no longer find I remember it was a road trip, with a man driving, and two girls in the back. The two girls often had to pee, we see them stopping outside several times. I remember that at least one of the two girls was in a skirt. Does anyone know what video this is? Thank you in advance and good day !

Hi guys I’m have been lurking long enough! This is my very first story and post on this site. Please note that English is not my native language and therefore the grammar may be faulty or unusual at times… I’d welcome feedback very very much and let me know if you would like me to continue writing. Sisters in Piss 1: Piss-Alley Selina got up as soon as the bell rang and darted towards the exit of the classroom. She felt the eyes of her male classmates following her while she crossed the room. They had good reason to: She was a beauty and had that particular style that caused people to be fascinated by her. Selina had a rather small and slim frame with a nicely shaped butt and a very cute set of tits which made the boys drool. She was, as always, clothed all in black: knee high boots, tight pencil skirt and a tank top. Her black hair fell over her right collarbone and her arms were covered in tattoos. She had green eyes surrounded by thick black eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow. Her lips were colored in a dark shade as well. She ignored the looks of her classmates. Usually, she enjoyed being checked out, especially by boys. Even though she wasn’t interested in men at all. But right now, she couldn’t enjoy the general admiration she got. Her mind was on something else, something much more urgent and literally pressing. Once outside the classroom she slammed her thighs together for a second. One hand pressed on her crotch. She quickly recovered from her moment of weakness and straightened up, as the hallway began to fill with other college students. With determination in each step, she began walking towards the side entrance which was unfortunately the furthest one away. But on the bright side, there were no students in that hallway, so she could grip her crotch again. Selina pressed the fabric of her tight skirt hard onto her pussy, almost clenching it through the fabric. It was unbelievable how badly she needed to pee. Her bladder was so full she didn’t even have that sloshing sensation anymore, it just felt rock hard and stretched. She began panting as her panic began to rise. Could she make it? Would she fail to hold on this time? Today her chances didn’t seem to look nearly as good as last Friday. She tried to calm her mind and ease her panic by thinking about today’s liquid intake. Her day had begun with a long morning pee which she very much needed as she had decided not to go before bed last night. For breakfast she had a glass of water and 2 cups of black coffee. During her first break she had emptied and refilled her water bottle which added a liter to the total intake. She just had two or three sips of her bottle in her last class of the morning but a whole 500ml bottle of coke during lunch itself. She remembered that she already had quite an urge then but nothing compared to the state she was in now. Her afternoon lesson was rather boring so to spice things up she had chugged down the rest of her water bottle well aware of the consequences. She had known that after said class she would get to pee and was confident that she would manage. Now her confidence was shaken. But doing the exact same thing every Friday would be boring, wouldn’t it? She had underestimated the challenge this additional water would impose. But she had to make it, just like (almost) every time before. Selina continued her walk down the hallway. She could feel her burning hot pee pressing against her pee-hole, almost hearing it beg to be let out. While she had been sitting in the classroom her legs were crossed and she was very uncomfortable. Her bladder was painfully full but she had felt rather calm. The second the bell had rung at 2.30pm she had jumped to her feet. And that was the exact moment when her current situation had begun. Standing up had caused the pain to subside but it had also immediately been replaced by incredible desperation and urgency. She knew her chance to pee would come in just minutes and that knowledge made matters much much worse. She had to stop walking down the hallway and press her legs together. That second, she almost began to cry, it was extraordinarily bad today. In a desperate attempt to contain the copious amount of piss inside of her she lifted one leg and doubled over. While she was in that awkward pee dance pose, another girl caught up to her. It was Selina’s girlfriend Angelina. She was very good looking too, even more so in Selina’s eyes. Angelina had shoulder length red hair which was exceptionally straight, bright red lips and piercing blue eyes. She was wearing a white crop top which displayed her huge breasts nicely. Her legs were covered in stocking socks which ended just beneath ripped, faded and very tight jean hot pants. On her feet she was wearing red converse sneakers. Angelina smiled at Selina, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and together they walked towards the exit. Selina couldn’t help notice that Angelina had that weird walk like she always did when she had been needing to pee for a long time. It resembled the waddle of a pregnant woman, small quick steps but with her legs close together. Her usually flat belly sported a prominent bulge. Selina forgot for a second about her own need as she admired in awe that large, sexy bulge her girlfriend carried towards the door. Angelina had stuck one thumb in the waistband of hot pants and pulled them away from her distorted belly as much as she could, which was not a lot at all. Selina forced herself to stop staring and immediately grimaced as another wave of desperation hit her: “Oh thank god you’re here, I don’t know what I had done if had to wait for you again. I’m about to burst here.” “Tell me about it babe, my bladders feels like it’s about to pop. You’re in for a real gusher.” Angelina’s face was pained and Selina was literally shaking as they made for the exit. With quick steps they hurried towards their usual spot, a well-hidden, narrow maintenance alley between two of the school buildings. The second Selina turned into the alley she stuck her hand under her tight skirt and gripped her black lace panties. While walking she yanked them down, stepped out of them and hastily stuffed them into her purse. “Quick Angie, I gotta go so fricking bad!” she exclaimed in a begging voice. “Geez Sel, you know I can’t walk that fast when I am THAT full” she replied while pointing at her bulge which stretched the front of her crop top. In the meantime, Selina had arrived at their niche, a 2m wide gap between two dumpsters. She tossed her purse onto one of them and pulled up the front of her skirt facing the wall. “Angie I’m begging you, hurry! I have to piss!”, she said in a now shaking voice and slamming her knees and thighs together while one hand tightly grabbed her pussy. Angelina arrived in the gap next to Selina, now also with one hand between her legs. With great difficulty she opened the button of her hot pants who sat even tighter than usual because of her extended bladder. While fumbling with the button, she doubled over twice in the process. Selina was in a half squat, now both hands clenching her aching pussy, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. “Pleeeease, im gonna burst!”, she said to Angelina with clenched teeth and eyes floating in desperation. She was in a state of pure urgency. A primal urge, that absolute vital need where she didn’t care about anything else than just being able to go. Every last bit of discipline and willpower was focused on her sphincter and her hand keeping her bare pussy shut. The sheer crazed signal of need her bladder was sending made her wince in panic and despair. Angelina wasn’t listening to Selina, now that the button was undone her own desperation had worsened tenfold. She ripped her zipper down, pulled the fly wide apart while pulling her white lace thong to the side and exposing her vagina in one swift motion. She was breathing very heavy as she muttered with her last force: “Now.” In an incredibly explosive and swift motion Selina rose from her half squat removing her hands from her pussy. She thrust her hips forward, now standing with stretched legs, yanked up skirt and bare slit facing the wall. She had let go even before she had reached the complete upright position and started pissing full force the very instant, she was standing. Her arch of clear white pee hit the wall with force, empowered by the momentum of her hip thrust motion into the standing position. She moaned softly, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed in pure bliss. It felt orgasmicly good and she enjoyed how incredibly full her bladder still was. Her pee, still aching to come out felt burning hot on her pee-hole. Her stream was hitting the wall with a steady continuity and even pressure. Angelina had just with her last force given the go as her flood gates broke. She began to pee at exactly the same moment as Selina. Her legs wide apart, also in a standing position she let go through the opened front of her hot pants. She didn’t wet the fabric but her pussy was trembling from ecstasy and the sheer pressure of boiling piss. She thrust her head backwards, her mouth wide open and her eyes half closed. Her moan was silent but she stuttered: “Oh fuck! Oh my god yes.”, under her breath. Unlike Selina’s, Angelina’s stream was not steady at all. It was like a tub turned on full force, splashing against the wall not in an arch, but more like a straight jet. After a couple of seconds, the force lessened and her stream sprayed the wall like a garden hose. Then came another gush where her clear piss shot out of her again like a pressure washer. This torrent lasting much longer than the first wave. Gush after gush her bulge began to deflate. Her sneakers and tights were being sprinkled by small droplets but she didn’t care, her relief was just too great. Selina had completely forgotten her surroundings; it was just her and her glorious piss. Slowly she could feel her bladder deflate and came to the point where she would normally feel comfortable but her steady stream just went on, still in dire need. It was about a minute after she had begun peeing where she reawoke from her trance. She was brought back to reality when Angelina let go a long sigh. Angelina squeezed out a last long and hard spurt as she finished, finally feeling empty again and her whole body fully relieved. She grinned and stepped out of her wide stance, now standing in the huge puddle which had spread through the hole 2m gap and mixed with Selina’s piss. The large puddle of clear white pee began trickling into the middle of the alley and run down a rain drainage. Angelina readjusted her thong, pulled up her zipper and buttoned up her hot pants. She went to her backpack, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. She then leaned on the dumpster, still standing in the puddle and watched Selina wo was still peeing steadily. “Geez Sel, I have never seen someone who pees as long as you do.” Selina turned her head towards Angelina and smiled: “It’s not my fault that you pee like a sick fucking race horse. But I really had to go, it feels like I’m almost empty but it’s still coming.” They both chuckled. “Yeah, it definitely looks like you needed that. I almost thought you couldn’t wait for me this time.”, Angelina said before taking another pull on her cigarette. “It was an incredibly close call. Once I am in Piss-Alley my brain tricks me and sends all signals to initiate piss-mode.”, Selina replied, the strength of her stream began to lessen slowly. She continued talking, still peeing and looking at Angelina: “Don’t pretend like you didn’t almost flood yourself too, I saw the bulge that was going on there.” “Yeah…”, Angelina replied while watching her girlfriend and her still ongoing pee “…I was about to ask the professor for a bathroom pass but then I saw your text and forced myself to hold on just a little longer.” There were about 5 seconds of silence, the only noise was Selina’s pee which was not hitting the wall anymore but directly adding to the puddle she was standing in. Then it finally ended rather abruptly. “Damn Angie your crazy powerpiss totally splashed my boots again, you gotta control yourself there.” Selina said with pretended anger and took her panties out of her purse. She proceeded to wipe the drops on her boots with them and then tossed the panties back in her bag. That moment a third girl rushed into the alley. She was almost running, taking big steps in her wedge booties. The girl had long wavy brown hair, and large golden hoop earrings. Her lips were colored in a brownish red, matching her hazel eyes. She had an average body but rather large hips which looked phenomenal in the dark red tube dress she was wearing. “Hey girls.”, she said breathlessly and thrusted her purse into Selina’s arms. Pulling her dress up she proceeded to squat down between the two dumpsters, her back facing the wall. She had not reached a full squat as she started to pee into Selina’s and Angelina’s puddle. She lifted her head and watched the other girls, smiling with an expression of relief. Angelina was the first to speak: “See Sel, that’s what I meant the other day. I have no idea how you can manage to do this Nancy. The pantyless thing you do all day. When I’m holding and my pussy feels fresh air I start pissing right away.” Nancy was going forcefully and steadily but rather messy, her thick getting thighs splashed with pee. “Oof I needed that.”, she said while spreading her legs a bit wider. “How come?”, asked Selina, “I thought you normally didn’t participate in the Weekend-Celebration-Piss?” “I wasn’t planning to”, Nancy answered, “I had a free period just before lunch and went for coffee with Nick. And I had like 4 cups and needed to go quite bad already. Then… SHIT!” Nancy had begun gesturing wildly while telling her story and had lost balance. Her weight shifted backwards and she just managed to stop her fall with her hand, submerging it in the puddle. Her new pose caused her jet of pee to go straight up in the air. The shock seemed to force more pee to rush out of her pee-hole, showering herself completely and the two other girls’ legs in piss. She quickly got back up in a proper squat. “Fuck. Sorry about that…” “Dammit, Nancy! You’re such a mess!”, scuffed Angelina. “Yeah, I know. I know. Anyways…”, continued Nancy, “…after the coffees he was horny and we went for a quicky. Then I was suuuper late and didn’t got a change to pee before class.” Angelina rolled her eyes. Nancy saw it and exclaimed: “You two cheeky lesbians wouldn’t understand! I like Nick ok!?” “Here”, Selina said and handed her the slightly moist panties from her purse. “Thanks”, Nancy said and began patting her face and bosom dry, still peeing. After another 20 seconds the seemed to be done and got up, taking a deep breath. She wiped her wet hand with Selina’s panties and gave them back to her. Angelina put out her cigarette and tossed it down the rain drainage. “So, are you girls up for a Max-Capacity-Night later?” “Absolutely!”, answered Nancy looking calm and relieved now. “Of course!”, said Selina with a broad smile. Angelina nodded: “Right on. I’ll text in the Sisters in Piss chat later for tonight’s rules. How about your place Sel?” “Sure.” They were about to leave as Nancy cursed: “Fuck! Looks like I got some left.” She hiked her dress up again and let out another thick stream of pee, lasting about 5 seconds. This time she didn’t bother squatting down, which caused her to pee over her booties. “I could give you some pointers on how to pee standing up you know…”, Selina said in a suggesting and concerned tone. “Yeah, that might actually be a good idea, let’s get back to that tonight.” Selina was on the bus home when her phone vibrated. A notification from the SiP chat popped up. She grinned while reading Angelina’s message: “Tonight 8pm at Sel’s: Max-Capacity-Night. For the rules: - Empty your bladder until 3pm. (Sel, Nanc and I already did in Piss-Alley😉) - Make sure to drink 1 liter of water until 6pm and another 500ml until 8 - Bring a sixpack of beer Looking forward to it! -A Selina pocketed her phone and took a big sip from her water bottle; tonight, was a going to be a fun night.

NOTE: I've been lurking on this forum for years and I thought finally I'd contribute something. This story has been stuck in my brain for a while now, so I thought I'd get it out. If a snarky older Crime Lesbian OC bullying a Intrepid Young Reporter is your cup of tea, come on down! WARNINGS: I feel like I should flag that this definitely has a dubconny vibe, though it probably won't end up that way. also features plenty of desperation and teasing but probably won't end in wetting, since that's not my bag. But I have an equally fun (at least imo) ending planned. Eagle-eyed readers may be able to guess what. 🙂 This is my first ever omo writing so please be gentle! If you like it lmk and hopefully that will encourage me to get around to writing Part 2. -- Oh, sure, stick the 45-year-old woman on babysitting duty. Surely she must have maternal instinct coming out of her eyeballs. It makes Jo sick. “Hey, quit rattling around over there,” she calls to the hostage chained to the pipe in the corner of the small, damp basement, without bothering to look up. She’s got her foot in her lap and is busy digging a pebble out of her boot with her switchblade. “Unless you want me to use this on you instead.” “In case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t exactly comfortable,” comes the predictably snarky response. Jo rolls her eyes to herself. What a little smartass this one is. Not to mention a pain in the ass. Jo would be glad the patrol team had finally managed to catch Little Miss Investigative Journalist snooping around the facility–finally an end to all of the friggin' meddling–if it hadn’t somehow become HER job to keep an eye on her until the Boss showed up to deal with her. That imperious bitch was supposed to be here an hour and a half ago. As a loyal and high-ranking lackey, Jo is downright insulted. Not to mention bored to tears. She would have brought a book of crossword puzzles or something if she’d known. The sound of metal clanking against metal again, handcuff on pipe. The little idiot better not be making some escape attempt. She turns on the girl, growls out, “What the fuck did I just say?” Not a girl, technically, in her mid-twenties, thoughbut from Jo’s perspective she might as well be a fetus. Olive-skinned and full-figured, just a little baby fat still in her cheeks, with big, brown, angelic-goody-two-shoes eyes and curly hair is held back in a neat ponytail. She's wearing dark, form-fitting clothes and sneakers, which must be her Sneaking Around Where She Isn’t Wanted outfit. She’d be cute, Jo admits, if she weren’t such a smart-mouthed thorn in their side. The kid is handcuffed to a pipe on the low ceiling, arms stretched up over her head. The clanking appears to be due to the way she’s currently shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. Aw, are the great Carmen Flores’s feet getting tired? Well that’s just too damn bad. “You know, I'd be a lot more scared of you if it weren't obvious you're not going to hurt me,” Carmen says. “You clearly don't have permission, or you would have by now.” She says it all brave and defiantly, like the Plucky Heroine she clearly thinks she is. Which is pretty adorable, considering she’s all helpless and strung-up, looking about as intimidating as a kitten. “Try me,” Jo returns. “I’ve got a short fucking temper.” But she's right, of course. The order came straight from the top: bring her to me unharmed. Jo can't even rough the kid up a little. Booo-ring. “I need to pee,” Carmen blurts out. It’s so out of left field that Jo is stunned into silence for a couple seconds. Carmen looks like she’s trying very hard not to look embarrassed. Jo gives her a quick onceover. The tension in her body, the little shifting movements of her hips: it’s obvious she’s telling the truth. So that’s what all the fidgeting is about. Great. Another chore. Prisoner bathroom breaks are tedious and disgusting. Detaching the person from whatever they’re chained to, leading them over to the revolting bucket in the corner, holding the person up so they can squat in handcuffs or (shudder) holding their dick for them, wiping for them if need be… Ugh. “Hello?” Carmen says. Like Jo is deaf, or an idiot. Jo feels irritation prickle on her skin. “I’m saying, you need to unchain me. So I can take care of it.” She rushes over the last words a bit, but sounds no less demanding. Listen to that. Bossy. Sounds like Little Miss Journalism Degree thinks she’s in charge. Sounds like she’s used to being in charge. In that split second, Jo makes a decision. A decision largely motivated by spite and boredom. Like most of her decisions are. “Oh. Is that what I need to do?” she asks, pleasantly, and gives Carmen a smile. “If you don’t want a mess to clean up,” Carmen says, like Jo must be a real dullard to not get that. “Nah, I’m not on the cleanup crew,” Jo says. “I’m generally the one who makes the messes.” She lifts her boot back into her lap and gets comfortable, flicks open her switchblade and returns to levering out the little stone embedded in the rubber sole. “But either way, ‘fraid I can’t unchain you, sweetheart. Against protocol. You might try and escape.” She’s bullshitting, of course. There is no fucking protocol. Carmen gives a short little step from one foot to the other. Looks like it’s getting a little urgent. Maybe it’s been getting urgent for a while. “Your protocol doesn’t allow for human biology? That’s stupid.” Ooh, someone’s snippy. Jo shrugs. She’s almost worked the pebble out. “You can always try and wait till the Boss gets here. She might give the green light. Though who knows how much longer she’ll be.” The pebble finally pops free, and Jo triumphantly sends it clattering to the floor. Then she glances back up at Carmen and smiles again. “Or I guess I could find a bottle to hold up for you. If you ask nicely.” She’s betting that Little Miss Snootypants will balk at that suggestion, and it looks like she’s on the money. “Ew,” Carmen says flatly, sarcastically. But she’s also blushing. Jo shrugs. “Suit yourself.” She leans back in her chair, puts her hands behind her head and her feet up on the bucket she’d dragged over earlier. Nice and comfortable. Ready for the long haul. Carmen is staring hard back at her, like she’s trying to figure out if she’s joking or not. Then her big eyes blink and her jaw seems to set with determination. “Fine,” she says, almost managing to sound casual about it. “I’ll wait for her. I’m sure she’ll be interested to learn how you’ve been treating her guest.” Jo beams back at her. “Fine,” she echoes agreeably. The Boss is a stickler for hospitality, it’s true, but technically Jo isn’t disobeying orders. She’s not laying a hand on the kid. Just messing with her a little. ‘Til the Boss gets here, or she gets bored. Besides, the Boss knows perfectly well by now that this is what happens when you leave Jo alone and bored with a victim. Especially if the victim is sorta cute, and has it coming. Carmen’s lips press together, in what seems to be both resignation and concentration. She stops shifting, stands up a bit straighter, refusing to meet Jo’s gaze. That's fine. Jo has all the time in the world. She pulls out her phone, starts scrolling to pass the time, alternating between that and occasional glances up at the developing situation before her. It doesn’t take long for the kid’s forced composure to falter. Ten minutes, and she’s starting to shift around again. Ten more, and her shapely thighs are squeezing rhythmically against each other, her eyes shut and her expression slightly pinched. “Getting pretty bad, huh?” Jo calls, breaking the silence. Carmen’s big eyes blink open, and embarrassment flashes on her face before she can hide it, as if she’d been startled out of a trance of discomfort, hadn’t realized just how openly she’s been dancing. She looks away and doesn’t say anything, refusing to give Jo the satisfaction of a response. “What’d you have to drink, anyways?” Jo asks. No answer. Well, that’s no fun. Jo swings her feet down from the bucket and gets to her feet. The kid’s backpack, confiscated from her and searched when she’d been caught, is sitting against the far wall. Jo walks over to it and kneels down. The sound of the zipper gets Carmen’s attention. “Hey!” she protests uselessly. “Stay out of there!” Jo ignores her, of course. First thing she pulls out is a notebook, one of those college-ruled black and white composition ones. She opens it, flips through the pages, one eyebrow creeping up incredulously. “4:30am: no movement. 5am: shift change. 5:30am: no movement. Jesus Christ, you don’t have much of a life, do you, kid?” “It’s called a stakeout,” Carmen replies, through slightly gritted teeth, though whether it’s due to her private notes being perused or the mounting pressure in her bladder is unclear. “There’s a lot of waiting around while nothing happens.” “Gee, is that how stakeouts work?” Please. Jo has been going on stakeouts longer than this little twerp has been alive. She pulls out a pair of gloves next, then what looks like a Geiger counter, then a tape measure. “Look at this. The Girl Scout comes prepared.” “Care to comment on why the radiation levels in this compound are twice the legal limit?” Carmen replies, managing to sound as smug as someone experiencing a dire need to empty their bladder can possibly sound. One of her legs is now crossed tightly behind the other. “Sure. ‘Go fuck yourself.’ Feel free to quote me.” Jo reaches back into the bag. This time she pulls out a thermos. A big one. Empty, by the feel of it. “Aha,” she says triumphantly. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” She unscrews the top; empty as she suspected, but when she sniffs the opening there’s a telltale earthy scent. “Coffee?” She barks out a short laugh. “No wonder you’re tying yourself in knots over there.” Carmen looks like she wants to protest that no, she’s not. Except she definitely kinda is. And she’s definitely blushing again now that she’s been called out on it. She opts for stubborn silence. Jo rises to her feet, thermos in hand, walks over to Carmen. “Rookie mistake, sweetheart,” she says, wagging the empty container directly in her face. “Here’s a tip about stakeouts. Don’t drink a gallon of caffeine if you don’t have a plan for where you’re going to put it later.” “I was planning to put it back into the fucking thermos,” Carmen snaps back. Ooh, swearing, she must be really worked up. “Until your goons came along and…” She cuts herself off, realizing too late what she’s admitting to. But the damage is done. “Caught you with your pants down?” Jo asks, grinning. This is great. “No.” Carmen is glowing redder than a Christmas tree ornament, and also looking at Jo like she can’t believe a woman her age is such a juvenile prick. Jo gets that a lot. Might as well lean in. Jo looks down at the thermos in her hands, gives a thoughtful hum. “It’s too bad you didn’t get the chance to piss before we nabbed you, really,” she remarks, casually. “All that coffee. You must be bursting.” Carmen’s breath seems to stutter. She’s starting to look a little sweaty. “Thanks for your concern,” she says, stiffly. “Bet you could fill this thing all the way back up,” Jo goes on, cheerfully. The teasing comes naturally to her; she’s always been good at winding people up. “And then some, huh? Wouldn’t that be a relief. I could even hold it up for you like I said.” Carmen’s eyes dart to Jo’s face. There’s a glint of desperation in them that Jo knows well from prior experience. Her resolve is starting to falter. She’s actually considering asking for the thermos. Subjecting herself to humiliation to get the relief her body craves. And isn’t that a little delicious. Almost as delicious as the urgent discomfort creasing that sweet, youthful face, the way her hands are clenching and twisting in their bonds over her head, how those curvy legs can’t seem to wrap themselves around each other tightly enough. It’s possible Jo is enjoying this a little too much. Well, plenty of time to unpack that later. She lets the hand with the thermos drop down to her side. “I mean, not that I’m going to,” she says nonchalantly, returning to Carmen's bag and dropping the thermos back inside. Then she heads back to her chair and drops back down into it. “You being such a little amateur and all, you’d probably miss and pee all over yourself, and then I’d have to smell it. “Besides, Boss should be here any minute now. You can make it till then. Right?” Carmen’s breathing is shallow. She gives a little curtsy. “Right,” she responds through her teeth, though it’s clear she's speaking out of nothing but sheer, stubborn pride. Jo sits back again and smiles. And to think of how impatient she’d been earlier. The Boss can take all the time she needs.

Hey all, this is my first story on here - I've been writing these for years but never posted. I have a few of them backed up and will probably drop them all in here in the next few days, and just delete them if it doesn't go well. For a first story, this one is pretty far off the rails. Heavily influenced by Infinite Jest (almost called this story Infinite Desp lol), it's set in a near future with dystopic hypercapitalist vibes - AI implants, invasive advertising, pervasive loneliness, climate change, etc. Anyway, here goes nothing - open to feedback from the many great writers on here. ---- "Congratulations to the 2083 Met Life Kraft-Heinz New York Yankees on their win tonight, brought to you by JP Morgan Prixe-Rite subprime mortgage securities!" Megan's ocular implants lit up as she looked across the stadium, creating for her and all others watching a 75-foot Aaron Judge (in his prime, they must have taken the reference footage for the AI model 50 years ago) who smiled and waved at the crowd from the middle of the diamond at Yankee Stadium, and then spoke in a booming voice that blared both through the speakers and their personal auditory interfaces. “Thank you all for being here tonight! Go Yankees and always remember to use the fresh scented Crest Ultra White strips!” The monolithic hologram faded out, and Megan turned back to her friend Clara in their very real bleacher seats. “This was amazing, I’ve never attended a physical baseball game before! I'd only heard stories from my grandparents. Crazy they’ve kept this old school stadium standing for this long.” Clara downed the last of her beer and began to stand. "I mean not really standing - they had to move it to the Pennsylvania waterfront after the original Manhattan flooded obviously. I did a VR scuba diving tour of original Manhattan the other day, highly recommend." Megan agreed, her head nodding and shaking her blonde curls. “Sounds super cool. Hey, can we head to the bathroom before we head out?" "Sure, I have to go too." Clara agreed. Megan followed her friend, holding her hand to keep close. When was the last time they'd seen each other in person? When was the last time she'd seen any of her friends in person, truly? It was getting harder to distinguish between her online VR worlds and in-person experiences at this point. But physically seeing Clara felt right - not to mention she looked amazing tonight. Megan allowed her vision to rest on the swing of Clara's hips and shapely butt in her tight jeans as they weaved through the crowed together, enjoying the warmth of her hand, remembering what it felt like to touch her so many years ago. Part of her had never gotten over Clara since the "thing" they had back in college…was it even a thing? Would Clara still even remember, or care? It had been so long since she actually touched someone… The pair wound their way through the stadium, a sea of holograms and assisted-reality advertisements from a hundred different vendors assailing their senses, beamed from the cloud directly into their eyes and ears. At the bathroom, a line snaked its way out the door. As expected. Truth be told, Megan had needed to pee badly for the last 3 innings, and had been making a valiant effort to retain her composure in front of her friend. She wasn't used to in-person events; nobody was these days. She could always just pee at home during every other VR concert and game! If that even happened - bio-enhanced organic systems everyone had installed these days meant she had tremendous holding capacity, usually needing to pee once a day at most. She certainly hadn't even thought about it before coming here. Meg turned to her long-time friend. "Ugh, this line. I really have to go…" "Yeah, me too. Those beers were insane - have you ever even seen ones like that?" Clara was subtly tapping her sandal on the concrete. Meg shifted her weight from one foot to the other at the end of the line. "So remember how NYC put those regulations in place during the Ocasio-Cortez administration, where it's illegal to have more than like 1 unit of alcohol in a single drink? Apparently the Yankees lobbied for some loophole where they can sell "historical reenactment" beers from the size they had in the 2020s."| "Great way to sell a 30oz Coors Lite for $59!" Clara laughed nervously, obviously trying to distract herself. "Hah, true. But did we really have to have 3 each??" "Well I didn't regret it until now…" Megan's ocular interface lit up with a new notification. "Hey bestie?" It was the voice of Aileen, the omnipresent AI companion automatically installed in billions of humans' neural implants when the Meta-Perdue merger completed in 2076. I thought I told you not to call me that. Megan aimed her thoughts at the little avatar in the corner of her vision, in her case a spritely young woman algorithmically designed to elicit feelings of friendship based on her psych profile. She felt no such warm fuzzies right now. "Understood. Ok, so. Warning. You probably noticed, but you'll need to pee soon. Here are your current stats brought to you by Pfizer: Urinary bladder approaching capacity limit. 11.3% capacity remaining. Current retained volume, 2,721 milliliters. Estimated time to maximum fullness, 21 minutes." Yeah, I noticed. Megan shot back to the interface in her thoughts, brushing the block of written stats off her vision. Actually, have I even peed at all today? "You have not urinated since 7:06pm yesterday evening. Roughly 27 hours. Significantly longer than your average interval of 19h 7m." Damn. Ok. But we're gonna be in this line for a while, like probably more than 21 minutes. Can you do anything about it? “Capacity increase firmware upgrades are available in the Pfizer App Store. You're already on a Silver tier organ subscription with 3,000ml recommended capacity - upgrade your subscription to the Gold plan for this organ for an additional 11,500 credits per month?” More than my entire weekly UBI salary, got it. Obviously not. Thanks. You've been a huge help. "Of course, bestie." The line crawled, and as over 15 minutes passed Megan watched the remaining space in her bladder, expressed as a battery-like bar at the bottom right corner of her vision, decrease steadily. This had escalated to full-scale desperation, and quickly. The organ upgrades she'd gotten were a hell of a lot better than the old days - at 3 liters capacity it was super rare she, or anyone, ever got caught short anymore. But now she could hardly stand still, crossing and recrossing her legs furiously, doing her best not to hold her crotch in front of the huge crowd of women. "Warning: Urinary bladder approaching capacity limit. 2.1% capacity remaining. Current retained volume, 2,937 milliliters. Estimated time to maximum fullness, 3 minutes." Make it stop! Am I allowed to like, shut down my kidneys for like 5 minutes or like lock my bladder or something? She asked the AI frantically, only half-joking. "Hm…I certainly could, given my law enforcement protocols can terminate any of your major biological or neural systems instantly upon police order. But obviously I don't have one of those orders right now. Do you want me to request a warrant from the NYPD to shut down your vital organs? They are extremely easy to obtain, they seem to love giving them out. However just as a warning, this would carry a high risk of mortality." What? Jesus Christ, you can really do that? No! "Ok, understood. As you were. Maximum fullness in 2 minutes, 30 seconds." I know, I know. God damn it. "Hey Clar?" "Yeah Meg?" "Would you mind… if I went ahead of you?" Meg saw a flash of worry dart across Clara's eyes - or was that excitement? - before she snapped out of it and acquiesced. "Sure, if you really have to go. Just keep it quick! I just got this thing installed, let's check my numbers… Ok yeah I'm at like 80%. You?" "99%!" "Wow ok yeah. Go ahead!" "Thanks, Clar." She gave her friend's hand another squeeze in gratitude as she moved nervously in front of her friend, now mercifully at the front of the line. Another 2 minutes passed, and Megan was seriously worried about reaching her limit, doing everything she could to execute a full-on pee dance as subtly as possible. Finally, with moments to spare, the woman in the stall in front of her exited, the door automatically closing behind her. Rushing to the door, she ripped open the top button of her jeans with one hand and yanked the handle with the other. Finally! But to her horror, the door didn't budge. She yanked again, harder. Nothing. What?? Open! An AR screen sparked into existence on the front of the stall door- a boxy error warning. A salesy male voice piped into her ears, reading aloud the huge block letters now superimposed on the front of the stall: "Welcome to Yankee Stadium! This restroom is for Yankee Flow+ Premium Subscribers only. To enter, please upgrade your subscription to Yankee Flow+ Premium, or visit the free-to-use facilities on the basement floor." Jesus fucking christ. Fine. Upgrade! Hopping back and forth and grinding her thighs together with as much composure as she could muster, Megan watched the clunky user interface process her credit card information, run a background credit score check, and intake her biometric profile info. Behind her, another woman, openly holding herself, called out in frustration - "Could you hurry up!? Some of us really have to go!" "I'm trying!!" Hurry the fuck up, she implored the AI systems. "Payment accepted. Thank you for joining Yankees Flow+ Premium." To her immense relief, the door opened. At the mere sight of the toilet, her body released a huge spurt of pee into her underwear that flooded her crotch with warmth - the bladder meter inched upward the tiniest amount. Less than 1% remaining capacity. Thank god, she was going to make it just in time! Rushing into the stall and slamming the door shut, she pulled down her jeans and panties to just above her knees, now in the floor-to-ceiling stall free to pee dance frantically. Desperate, half naked, and ready to pee, Megan yanked on the closed lid. It was locked closed! Over the toilet, a new screen appeared: "Thanks for being a Yankees Flow+ Premium Subscriber. Before using the facilities, a quick word from our sponsors!" To Megan's absolute astonishment, she watched 3 pre-roll ads appear on the screen in front of her, 30 seconds each. Aileen popped up, superimposed as if standing on the toilet paper dispenser: "Hey Megan, another warning: Maximum capacity has been reached. Your bladder will automatically void in 10 seconds." Override! She gritted her teeth. "Ok, but just as a warning you don't get an unlimited number of those. Override accepted. Voiding in 90 seconds." Megan found herself in an incredible state: her jeans and underwear pulled over her butt and halfway down her thighs, gripping her neatly shaved pussy tightly with two hands, bending and stepping and dancing in place in front of the locked toilet as the ads crept by. The crawling medical ads were a horrible blur, interminable. She could barely see straight through the intensity of her desperation. Aileen chimed incessantly: "Maximum bladder capacity exceeded. Current retained volume 102% of established maximum capacity. New maximum retained volume reached. Maximum available volume metric will be updated: 3,060 ml. This will represent 100% available retained volume moving forward." Wait, wait, wait. Aileen, are you saying this is literally the most I've ever held before in my entire life? She winced as another wave hit her, the flood just beneath her fingertips. Two ads down, one to go. "Correct, this is the most you have ever held. Would you like to view your historical lifetime urination records?" No. Please. I will piss myself if you show me that. Do not show me stats or videos of me peeing. Please do not do that. "Yes? Ok! Pulling up the statistics and ocular footage." Her eyesight suddenly filled with a mosaic of twenty or more videos, ocular memory recordings filmed through her own eyes, of all the most desperate moments of her adult life, each with accompanying bladder gauges and stats. In each one she gripped her crotch for dear life, glanced around frantically for a place to pee, or watched between her legs as huge desperate streams of pee surged out her body into various toilets, forests, parking lots, alleyways, containers, pants, dresses, swimsuits, and underwear. In real life she hopped in place miserably, her fingers wet, now barely able to see if the still-running ads in front of her were even done yet to let her finally pee. Make it stop… "Glad you're enjoying your footage! Here are your historical statistics. Before today, the furthest past your limit you've ever gone - your largest retained volume expressed as a percentage of total available capacity- was from before your biometric enhancements, in February 2079 when you reached 117% of your natural bladder capacity and urinated 1,634ml into a storm drain off Bourbon Street in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. You have no active memory of this due to alcohol consumption, but here's the ocular footage at the top right of your screen. Before that, your largest one-time voided volume was 1,462ml during your 2077 road trip to Vermont, behind a blue spruce tree off Interstate 89, seen here at top center. This would have been your largest single voided amount of all time had you not lost 13% into your pants in the passenger seat 11 minutes beforehand, shown below. Since your enhancements, your maximum held volume was 2,815ml after the Taylor Swift 50-Year Reunion concert when the Brooklyn-bound L train was seriously delayed underground. As you know, this resulted in another incident of public urination which affected nearly 50 square feet of a Bushwick sidewalk, shown at bottom left, from which your social credit score has yet to recover. Previous to that, in 2071 when your college sexual partner Clara requested that you hold it for as long as you could and urinate on her…" Stop reminding me of all the times I had to pee!! "I'm just answering your questions, Meg." Make the videos go away before I piss myself! The videos snapped out of existence, and to her delight she saw that the ads had just now finished, and the lid was automatically lifting. Thank god! Before the lid was even all the way open, she heaved herself onto the seat, sighing in relief at even the proximity to release. She sat for a moment, eyes closed, relaxed, awaiting the familiar bursting of floodgates and hissing sound. But nothing happened. Her muscles suddenly felt locked, numb, immovable. She pushed, but all that did was spike the pressure in her bladder to unbearable levels. She gasped. Nothing! After all that, the system still wasn't letting her pee! Bouncing her feet on the tiled floor in utmost desperation, she whined in frustration. Aileen, what the FUCK!? "One moment. So sorry bestie. I believe there's been an organ-appliance integration error." Integration error?? Let me fucking pee! "Investigating." Squirming miserably on the seat, Megan couldn't believe her misfortune, watching the spinning loading icon at the forefront of her vision rotate lazily. Two hands buried in her naked crotch, doubled over on the toilet, her long curly hair cascading over her frantically bouncing knees. "Megan, I can confirm now that there is an integration error. Your Pfizer organ system firmware is not compatible with this appliance. Remember when you told me to skip that mandatory upgrade last week? To use this or any toilet, you'll need to upgrade your firmware via your embedded UpLink device. File size: 6.2TB - estimated installation time 6 hours." What?! No, you just told me I'm literally the most desperate I've been in my entire life, you know I absolutely need to pee right now!! "Upgrade, or cancel session?" Can I pee without upgrading? "No alternative options are currently available." No, no, no, you have to help! "Your maximum allotted time using this appliance has been exceeded. Session canceled." A new screen appeared on the inside of the stall door. "Thank you for using Yankee Flow+ Premium. Please exit and follow the lighted signs. Door opening in 5. 4. 3. 2.." "Shit!" She yelped out loud, just barely yanking up her pants over her bulging bladder before the door popped open. Clara waited just outside, her face turning to bewilderment upon seeing Megan's devastated state. "Meg, are you ok?" "No. I'm not ok. We need to go. Now." "Can you wait? I really, really have to pee…" "Clara. No. we need to go. Right now." She yanked her friend by the hand, pulling her out of line. Clara whined in protest, stealing a quick grab at her crotch. Sensors in Megan's vision now blared constantly, the maximum retained volume reaching adjusting itself a new historic maximum every few seconds. "Current retained volume 125% of historic maximum. New 100% set. Bladder capacity past maximum. Voiding in 10 seconds. " Override. Override. Override!! "Override accepted. 2 remaining overrides today." Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Meg, what happened in there?" Clara asked. "The Pfizer integration didn't work. It didn't let me pee. I feel like I'm going to explode." Megan could barely look at her friend as she pulled her by the hand down the crowded ramps and stairs of the stadium, sweating, jeans still unbuttoned under her baggy Yankees jersey, tight around her enormously bulging bladder. The labyrinth of massive hallways and staircases was jam packed with humanity, and exodus to the bottom floor took them another agonizing 15 minutes. Sweat stood out on Megan's forehead. Clara was now visibly desperate too, and Meg was down to her last override. Finally, the ground floor. Megan saw her last hope extinguished: they passed the line for the free bathrooms where there must have been a hundred women in various states of urgency. Absolutely not an option. They rushed past toward the exit. Megan’s metrics spiraled upward faster than ever before, climbing past 136% as they hustled past the door of the bathroom. "Megan, you are nearly exceeding medically advisable limits for your bladder." Shut the fuck up Aileen! Clara tried to be helpful. "Can you update your firmware to get more capacity? I had to do that once in an emergency." They reached the chaotic parking lot, a coral reef of swarming ads and holograms from bootleg vendors. "Aileen says the upgrade would take 6 hours. I think I would physically explode before that. We have to get out of here." Clara now had one hand glued into her crotch - the beers must be really catching up to her too, Megan thought. "Can we maybe find a place to pee in an alley or behind the stadium or something? My meter is at like 5% remaining," Clara whined. "No fucking way - the law enforcement override would lock our bladders if we tried to pop a squat in public, or worse, call the drone cops on us." Right, Aileen? "Correct - penalties for public urination can exceed 50,000 credits in New York City, or a night in state confinement." Megan pulled up the rideshare app on her phone and called a self-driving vehicle, which appeared 3 torturous minutes later. Another enormous spurt exited her body involuntarily. "How far is your apartment?" Clara asked. "Maybe like 15 minutes." "But I'm at 98%, I can't hold it!" Clara exclaimed. "Clara, trust me. I'm holding on as hard as I can, manually. If I had let my software do what it wanted I would have wet myself 35 minutes ago. I'm literally at 145% right now. We just have to try." Clara went silent at the unfathomably high statistic, and her eyes went wide as they flitted down to see her friend's distended abdomen. All of Megan's sirens were blaring at her as the pair heaped into the driverless spherical pod, barely wide enough for both their hips. Aileen's omnipresent voice popped into Megan's churning consciousness yet again. "Your maximum allowable capacity increase has been reached. Pfizer warranty-mandated non-overridable voiding will begin in 90 seconds. Failure to comply with mandatory voiding could result in negative impacts to your social credit score and health insurance." NO! We'll be home in 15 minutes! I have one more override, please let me use it, please!! "Megan, I am not authorized to do that. Maximum capacity exceeded. 150% capacity. Volume retained 4,500ml. Override denied. Voiding in 20 seconds." Aileen, I *need* you to override this. You can't let this happen! "Megan, you've exceeded the medically allowable limits for your system and risk voiding the warranty on your installed hardware. Override denied." Fuck! The car doors closed behind them, instantly silencing the chaotic noise of the stadium, and they found themselves cramped into the all-white synthetic and glass interior of the tiny steering-wheel-free pod, which whirred to life and began lurching them into traffic. The front windshield, a single panel of glass, lit up with a barrage of AR ads. "Clara, I have some bad news. It's not going to let me override anymore." Her bladder was unbearable now, throbbing with every heartbeat, expanded unimaginably past its limits, bulging against her waistband even with her pants widely unbuttoned, the elastic of her underwear digging into her stretched skin. "What do you mean??" Clara was now openly holding herself. "I mean it's saying it's going to make me pee in the next 20 seconds no matter what," Megan admitted miserably, both hands buried into her crotch inside her unzipped jeans. "I'm fighting it as hard as I can right now but it's going to manually override and force me to pee." "Is that allowed in a car? What happens if you do that?" "How should I know! Who's gonna win, Uber or Pfizer? We're about to find out!" The blaring notifications in her vision ticked down toward zero, completely beyond her control. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5…" "Clara, I'm sorry…." There was no time left. In a flash, she pulled both her shoes off and barked a command at the pod itself. "Car! Lights down, one-way glass on!" The car's overhead lights darkened, leaving only the glow of the 50+ advertisements across the face of the windshield, and the glass clouded - they could see out, but nobody could see in. Now in relative privacy but for Clara, Megan tore at her pants, pulling them over her hips and butt with one hand, still holding her pussy fiercely with the other so she didn't pee uncontrollably before her pants were out of the way. "4, 3,…" To her right, she saw Clara look away, noticing that she too was now unbuttoning her jeans. But Megan was too distracted to focus on that right now. "Voiding in 2 seconds…." She needed both hands. She ripped down her pants at the expense of giving up her grip on her pussy, losing a huge spurt. "1 second…." One leg now fully out of her jeans and panties, now the other, pussy leaking uncontrollably onto the seat… "Voiding. " With milliseconds to spare she pulled her knees up to her chest and exploded. An absolute flood burst from her, jetting out of her body at unbelievable pressure and splashing powerfully against the glass wall of blinking ads. "Voiding in progress. " She hiked her feet up onto glass wall of the pod and emitted a deep groan of relief, her fully removed jeans in a bunch next to her on the edge of the seat. The pressure inside her was still almost unbearable as she watched the numbers tick down to 145%. She bore down, eyes closed, pissing even harder. To her right, Clara's voice, almost imperceptible under her breath: oh, my god. Opening her eyes to look over Megan was met with a shocking sight: Clara's bare ass and pussy, gushing piss onto the floor, at eye level with her no more than two feet away. Clara had taken her pants completely off and was crouching under the low ceiling in an awkward half-standing squat, turned away from Megan with one knee on the seat and the other foot on the floor. Megan couldn't help staring between her friend's legs, mesmerized. Light from the video wall glowed between Clara's parted legs, illuminating her pulsing stream with otherworldly colors. Quivering droplets of piss on her smooth pussy and inner thighs sparkled in dreamlike hues. "You had better not be looking right now." Clara's voice was muffled against the glass. "I'm not!" Megan lied, and blinked twice, bookmarking the optical video-memory for later. It took everything in her to not reach out and touch her. The car whipped along, throngs of fans and cars outside oblivious to the incredible scene unfolding within. Nearly a minute passed by, but Megan had barely dropped to 115%. Despite her thundering piss, Megan's bladder still felt fuller than ever before - and her interface confirmed that indeed it still was. Clara's bladder gently emptied to a trickle, and she gingerly climbed back into the seat and sat exhausted, not even bothering to replace her pants yet. "Oh, my, god…." Clara exhaled. "I feel so much better. You were at 145%!?" Clara hesitated for a second, then rested her hand on Megan's thigh. "I can't even imagine how you must feel right now." Megan looked over at her friend, and placed her hand over hers, feeling their combined warmth on her bare skin. Still hugging her knees to her chest and pissing with unfathomable force, and said, "Want to know something wild?" "What?" "I still have to piss *so fucking badly* right now." Clara couldn't help but release a laugh - absurd, shocking, impossible. Megan laughed too, sending her incredible stream shaking chaotically against the glass. It was true - the screen confirmed she still held more than 3,000ml inside her. But the insane pressure was starting to ease, and a huge, pleasurable feeling of relief was starting to well up from deep within her. "You're not kidding - look at your bladder still!" Before she could think, Megan pulled Clara's hand over from her thigh to her still-bulging bladder, allowed her to feel the tautness of her skin, its pressure as it slowly relaxed with each rising and falling breath. "Wow…" "If I remember from college, you, uh… don't really mind watching this, do you?" Clara dropped her gaze, blushing. "I mean, it's. You know." "Clara. It's ok. I… I like when you look. You know I was watching you too just now, right?" "Yeah," she smiled. "Yeah, I know." Two minutes passed - not a word spoken between them in the hermetically sealed silence of the pod, only the deafening hiss and percussion of Megan's never ending stream against the glass and her deepening sighs. Aileen chimed in again: "Safe limits reached. Retained volume 99%. Recommended option to cease urination until you reach a legally sanctioned receptacle." Fuck off, Aileen. Instead of stopping, Megan bore down on her stream anew, sending it even higher onto the wall, her piss cascading over the faces and logos of the incessant advertisements. The backs of her thighs and calves were soaked with ricochet. The car finally realized what was happening, and Aileen delivered the news. "Public urination detected. 10,000 social credits will be deducted for each of you. Your Uber memberships will be permanently canceled. Pfizer organ misuse penalties may apply…' Megan was past caring, still peeing for all she was worth, waves of blissful relief now radiating from her bladder and pussy and coursing throughout her entire body. Looking back at Clara, she caught her friend staring. "Hey. Now you're the one looking." "I just…can't believe how much you're still peeing." Clara's hand rubbed gently. Megan caught her eyes, held them. Tenderly grasping Clara's hand, she moved it just a bit further down, just above the roaring stream to where it was soft and wet and warm. "Remember how we used to…..?" Clara knew what to do. Feeling her touch, Megan moaned and her head lolled back toward the glass ceiling, eyes closed, LED glow flickering across her face, the torrent ceaseless, the relief and pleasure mounting toward overwhelming peaks. Hey Aileen? Megan thought between heaving breaths. "Yes, Megan." Shut down for 15 minutes. *_*_*_**_*_ Epilogue: 99.1%. 99.2%. 99.3% 5:13am, next morning. Megan watched the slowly climbing numbers in her vision. Why on earth would they make it so you can't pee during the bladder upgrade?? After the evening's events, Megan was determined for that to never happen again. Back in her own bathroom, her piss-soaked jeans strewn on the floor, relaxing in a searing-hot shower, she'd issued the verbal command to begin the massively expensive upgrade. 6 hours should be no problem while she slept, right? But she'd underestimated the lingering diuretic effects of the night's heavy drinking, and had been woken up by her second brutally full bladder of the night. Now naked in her bed, her sheets were strewn messily about from an hour's worth of tossing and turning as she struggled to find a comfortable position. 99.9%... Almost there. She stood up, groaning with the redoubled pressure from gravity, and hobbled across her bedroom to the bathroom, rubbing her swollen abdomen. "Upgrade complete." Finally. She sat…. She took a deep breath…. now in the safety of her own bathroom, she was going to savor this one. God, this is going to feel good. She began to breathe out, but her breath caught in her throat. No. Fucking. Way. "Hey bestie?…." WHAT. "So, the NYC behavioral regulatory body has ruled that given last night's public urination episode your bathroom access will be restricted. You are not able to use this or any appliance until their behavioral restriction has been lifted." What????! "Bathroom access will be re-instated at 12am midnight EST tonight. Current retained volume: 99%."

It’s mid afternoon when we make our lunch stop. My legs are tired already, tummy hungry, and wholesome tingles coming from my bladder. Seven miles into woodland, we’re in the complete privacy of wilderness. Under our shorts we’re both sporting tell-tale bulges. Daisy leans back against a tree and scratches at her crotch. “I think I need to change,” she admits, worried I’ll be disappointed. Yours truly had the bright idea of negating pee stops by packing our bottoms into big comfy diapers. Only four hours and several wettings later, it’s getting a bit uncomfortable. I kneel in front of my love, feeling my own heavy load stretch around my bottom, butterflies dancing as I unzip her fly. Before I know it I’m looking at a ballooning diaper, tightly holding all that water that since this morning, has passed her beautiful lips, trickled all the way through her belly, and has ended up in her padded pants. I poke a finger through a leg hole, the hot squidgy wetness instantly turning me on. She knows me too well. As I feel around inside, she goes suspiciously quiet. I see her tummy squeeze and then a flood of heat envelops my finger. Golden liquid begins to pour over my hand and down her leg. Quickly I pull out, cupping the full diaper against her, muffling the hiss and feeling the warmth spread through the padding. “You’re so easy,” She laughs at me, playing with my hair. I allow a moment for her teasing burst to absorb, then I unpick her waistband and pull back the sodden underwear. It feels so heavy in my hands, I can’t help but squeeze it so that her golden juice dribbles out and wets my fingers. She stands half naked over me, looking around at the ancient oaks. ‘Lick her clean,’ the voice in my head tempts. I look up again at her, then down at my hand full of her pee. Then up at her. This time our eyes meet. We smile at each other in silence. Then her eyes widen as she realises what I’m thinking. Before she says a word, my lips part and I burry my tongue in her. She tastes bitter. Her pee and sweat fill my senses. I lose all dignity, in seconds becoming an excited kitten feverishly licking every inch of her most tender spot. “Sweetheart…” she whimpers. But her sentence is as lost as my inhibitions. Her hips curl and buck. Inside me a curious storm is brewing. I feel my heart racing and deep down the excited beginnings of something great. Daisy twists and writhes against my tongue. As she moans, I start flooding my diaper. The heat hangs between my legs, captive in the swollen pants. Squeezing my thighs together presses the overflowing padding into me. It bulges and rubs against me. Hissing, fast breaths, birdsong. I lick, gulp and pee. Daisy succumbs first. At the moment she goes I push my tongue as far as I can, feeling every contraction as if it were my own. Clinging onto her trembling legs, it’s like she’s pulling me off a cliff. My own spasms shake my core. Pleasure erupts with the last squirts of pee, joy flooding my veins as golden rivers flood my shorts. We fall together. It’s perfect, captivating every sense and pleasing every need. Afterwards, we lay in the grass together. Her full diaper is near my head, and I stare at the yellowed padding while she cleans me up. We eat our lunch with naked bottoms drying in the breeze. When it’s time to go we agree- it’s shewees for the rest of the day.

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So there I stood, in my room, with a soaking wet and massively messed diaper between my legs. I had just peed and pooped in a diaper for the first time since I was a toddler, and it was the greatest thing I'd ever felt. How did I get here? Let's rewind a little. My name is Lexi, and I'm 16 years old and a Sophomore in high school. I'm a completely average kid. Dirty blond long hair I like to keep in a braid, normal average clothing that spans from t shirts, crop tops, hoodies, jeans, leggings and sweats. I had a normal childhood, two loving parents, and largely not a care in the world. That is, until I took up babysitting. Two years ago when I was 14, I took up babysitting as my first job. It was easy enough. I watched over young kids while their parents had date nights, occasionally having a long weekend to myself with a little kid when parents needed some time away. But as I babysat, I quickly discovered something about myself. I was curious about diapers. I had babysat a couple of times for some kids two and under, and they were all in diapers. While thinking nothing of it at first, everytime I saw them pee or poop themselves made my curiosity run wild. What did that feel like? That seems so convenient. Toilets are disgusting anyways. I wonder what a diaper is like? But just as quickly as these thoughts were born in my brain, I tried to shut them out. Teenage girls aren't supposed to think like this! Diapers?? I'd never hear the end of it from my friends! But the seed was planted, and the idea of diapers never quite left my head. I struggled with these feelings for two years of babysitting. Two years of watching kids wet and mess themselves with not a care in the world. Two years of wondering what it could be like. Two years of contemplating taking that step. But it was also two years of guilt and shame for having these thoughts. Being a teenager is hard enough, am I right? I battled with these thoughts every time I babysat until I decided to finally go for it and take two pairs of pullups from a kid I babysat for when I was 16. They had stacks of them in the closet, they weren't going to miss two more. And besides, at that point, things had become unbearable. All I could think about was diapers. Every day I would state off into space, thinking about wearing a diaper and using it. I would read stories of TDBLs and ABDLs. I even began watching videos of people wearing and using diapers! Some of these videos were straight up porn, and to my 16 year old brain this only caused my shame and guilt to grow just as fast as my desire to try a diaper. But one I had the two pullups in my possession, I stuck with my decision. I just had to know. And now was the perfect time. I had the next two days to myself, mostly. I had Thursday and Friday off of school, while my parents would still be at work. That means I had two full days at home alone to try out a diaper for the first time. I spent all week thinking only about Thursday and Friday. I couldn't wait! Thursday morning finally came, and my head popped off the pillow with a huge grin. "Yes!" I said aloud to no one in particular. I was just that excited. My parents were already gone, so the house was quiet. I groggily walked downstairs to have some leftover coffee from the pot my dad made, expecting a note about some chores while I had my off days, but there wasn't one. Even better! I sat in the morning silence, just taking it all in as I sipped my coffee. These next two days we're going to be incredible. "Okay, it's time." I said to myself. I walked myself back upstairs into my room, and closed the door. I took off my baggy t shirt and the sweatpants I had slept in. I was now standing in just a pair of white panties. I took a second to look at myself in the mirror. "If this is as good as I think it's going to be, this woll be the last time I wear panties for the next two days" I said, blushing. I reached into my closet and pulled out one of the two pullups. "This looks alot like a pair of my granny panties!" I said with a laugh. The pullups were white with multicolored stars on the front, and blue elastic on the sides. Since it was a pull-up, there were no snaps or tapes to worry about, all I had to do was put it on like a pair of underwear. I slid off my panties, and held out the pullups to look at one more time. "Well, here goes nothing!" I said. My breathing quickened, and my heart rate sped up. I stepped into the pullups one foot at a time, then slowly pulled them up my legs. It was a tight fit, seeing as how they were from a toddlers stash, but they did fit. Once they were fully on, it felt as if the world paused. I looked at myself again the the mirror, naked except for a pull-up on. My cheeks were flushed, and my chest was having up and down from my quick breathing. I didn't, couldn't rather, say a word. I loved it. I kept turning around in the mirror and looking at the pullups on my body. I ran my hands all around it, hearing the soft crinkle and feeling it against my nether regions. I shuddered with delight as the soft cotton rubbed against my vagina. It was *heavenly*. And to top it all off, I could feel myself getting turned on. It's no secret that diapers were a sexual experience for some ABDL wearers, and my occasional smut watching and reading really solidified this desire in me. As I ran my hands all around the diaper, I decided to stick a hand down the front of my diaper. And I certainly was turned in, I was already soaking wet down there, and not from pee! "Speaking of which, I need to do that" I said to myself, bringing me out of a semi -lucid stupor of feeling myself. I had Already been awake an hour and I hadn't used the bathroom yet. I purposefully didn't use the bathroom before I went to bed either, in an attempt to have as much pee ready for this as I could. And the coffee was no random act either. If I enjoyed what it felt like to pee myself, my body was soon going to tell me it was time to poop, and I'll only have minutes to decide if I'm doing that in my diaper or in the toilet. I stared at myself in the mirror for a little bit longer before I took a step back and spread my legs. I had to pee really bad at this point, and I was more determined than ever to do it in my pull-up. I closed my eyes and let go... And nothing happened. I looked down, trying to figure out the problem. Fighting against 16 years of potty training really was an issue! I kept trying to push it out while standing there but it wasn't happening. So I thought to myself, let's try and trick my brain into thinking I'm on a toilet! I sat on the edge of my bed, with only the back of my butt on the covers, leaving the bottom of my pull-up largely out in the open air. I started to picture myself in a bathroom, on a toilet, and used every ounce of power I had to just let go of my pee. And then it happened. I let out a surprised help as he first spurt of pee hit the pullup with a loud hiss. Now that the flow had started, I put my hand on the front of my pull-up, knowing the rest of pee was about to come out weather I wanted it to or not. I quickly felt more warmth and heard the loud hissing once more. The warmth spread across my hand, and the hissing was a steady, hypnotizing sound. I closed my eyes and let out a loud "OOOOOHHHHhhhhh...." That trailed off. I peed for maybe 20 seconds before it trailed off and stopped. I stood up. My once white pull-up was now a deep yellow color, and the stars were no longer visible. And while the pullup once fit snuggly on my hips, the pee made it sag between my legs. It was swollen three sizes bigger, and I could no longer stand straight legged. I looked just like a toddler that wet themselves... Well, because I did just wet myself. And I loved it!! I spent the next five minutes staring at myself in the mirror, turning in place to look at the pullups from all angles. While it certainly sagged, it hadn't shown any signs of leakage, nor did it strain to stay up on my hips. I was impressed! I also spent that time rubbing the front of the diaper constantly, feeling the warmth in and under my crotch. It was truly mesmerizing, and unlike anything else I'd felt before. I was just about to fall into a sexual frenzy and shove my hand down the front of my diaper when I was interrupted by a knocking on door number 2. My stomach just had an audible groan, which snapped me back to my senses. I was now urgently aware that I had to poop, NOW. My morning coffee I had over an hour ago really did it's job, and now I had maybe minutes until this poop was coming out on its own! My breathing quickened all over again, and I got into a good position right away. I turned to the side, so I could see my butt in the mirror. I didn't have to trick myself into thinking I was on the toilet either, my poop was on its way already! I could feel it turtlehead in and out, I was barely hanging on. I bent over at the waist and put my hands on my knees. I took a breath and began to push, but I didn't really have to. It was more of a release, because as soon as I losened my sphincter, my poop shot out of my like a cannon. I was staring at the back of my pullups and watched it immediately grow two inches outward. Additionally, the total silence of my empty house meant I heard a very loud crinkle as my poop entered my pull-up. It was an extraordinary sight that I had no idea I would love so much, but I immediately was turned on by it even more. After the initial turd made my pullups tent out two inches, more was already on the way. Poop kept flowing out of me, now causing the sag down in addition to it's tenting out. While it was already an inch lower down my legs due to the pee, the poop that joined it caused the pullup to sag another inch straight down. I strained for maybe another minute, pushing out my poop and watching the back of the pullup shift and shuffle as more was added to the pile. Once I felt I was empty, I stood up and admired my work. "Oh. My. God." Was all I could say. I stood as straight legged as I could, but my now bulging, soiled diaper meant my legs were still spread. It was still yellow in the front, and as I turned around I could see it was a little brown in the back. It sagged so low, that now the pullup was indeed struggling to stay up. I felt the weight of my mess on my hips, and I thought it would slide right down my legs at any moment. I carefully caressed the pullup, cupping the tented mess at my backup, rubbing the still warm pee at the front. Needless to say, I was hooked. And that brings us back to now. There I stood. In my room. Alone. With a heavily messed and wet diaper. I had already made a very easy decision. "I need more."

Chapter 11: Much Piss, Much Wow --Wednesday October 1st, 2008-- Morning. I wake up in Sorcha’s bed. Her soft chest rises and falls as she breathes and it's just beautiful. I’m quite tempted to urinate all over her breasts but you know, boundaries. We’ve already agreed that we’d not preform any pissplay in each other’s beds, which is a shame but I understand of course. Why am I talking so much about pee right now you may be asking? Because my bladder is about to explode! Like good god my lower tummy bulge is so visible right now… we ate and drank way too much last night in our celebrations following the competition. I meekly crawl out of bed and make my way to her master bathroom while doing my best not to let any leakage escape from my slit. The absurd amount of physical training I’ve done over these past couple of months has probably managed to strengthen my bladder as well as silly as that may sound. I open her bathroom door and lift up the marble toilet bowl lid. I stand over it and thrust out my hips out as I pull my vulva lips apart with my fingers and l let out a deep sigh. This… is the best feeling in the world when it comes to pissing… the moment before you know you’re going to feel so much better in an instant. A few small dribbles of urine escape my urethra and run down my leg before a hot stream shoots out of my pussy and I whimper out softly at the feeling of relief. "Ahhh…" I exhale as I relax my vaginal muscles over the toilet. I know the feeling quite well and yet the amazing bliss of it never dies, every time I pee now it's like I'm soaring on cloud nine. The warm sensations that radiate through my nethers is so intoxicating that I often forget where I am. I’m so tempted to masturbate as I continue to force the piss out of my deflating bladder. But I don’t even get the chance to as I feel a soft hand caress my furred buttcheek and a single finger that briefly teases the soft inside of my anal rim. “Morning hun.” A sleepy Sorcha nuzzles my ear as I continue to urinate. She’s clearly enjoying the show as she softly teases my asshole. "Mhm…" I mumble as I finish urinating, which takes me about another sixty seconds by the way and I start to clean myself off afterwards. I take the wet wipes from her vanity and dry myself thoroughly. My mind drifts to last night and how amazing she was. I don’t have to imagine for very long though as she squats over the toilet with her dazzling fat yellow ass in front of my hips and smirks. She lets her bladder loose and her warm pee drips into the toilet as it merges with mine. I grab her left buttcheek and squeeze as she yelps, god she’s so fucking sexy. "You like that, huh?" She coos as the scent of her golden nectar starts to overpower my own. “So do you…” I lick my lips. “I can see the horniness radiating off of you.” Watching her piss is making my pussy so wet... I just wanna eat out her ass... but I can’t. Her urine stream lasts only about twenty five seconds, much shorter than mine but it's still a treat for the eyes. After we briefly tease each other while half asleep, we shower and dry ourselves off. I put on my usual training gear before breakfast while Sorcha still tries to convince me that I don't need clothes, which she does nearly every morning I should say. We have a nice warm herbal tea along with some poached eggs, bacon and some fruit, kiwis this time. Pretty much all my mornings spent with Sorcha go this way... it's quite nice. Sometimes we spend our night with other Reapers but it's usually just us with me being busier than everyone else. I can't wait until November when I finally have a day off again, Sorcha is already planning some surprises for when that time arrives. But alas I just have one more month of punishment... for cutting Jason's dick off. Ok it wasn't just for that but you know come on it's funny now. Despite the cute assassin robots that continue to watch me twenty four hours a day, seven days a week I still laugh inside whenever I think of Jason's misery in that moment. God I'm terrible. Anyway yeah not much else to talk about really, I just wanted to share my current routine. And oh yeah, the third month of training starts today and something is new so I'll talk about that too. When we get to the gym we feel... heavier. Father informs us that the gravity in our workout area will be twenty percent stronger than we're used to from now on, in order to strengthen our bodies even further than before. God damn I was joking about Dragon Ball Z training before but now it's reality! What the fuck brain? Good fucking god this is almost like day one all over again, this is intensely difficult. Just when I thought my body gotten used to this absurd push it to the limit regimen we're going beyond that now. Fuck me in the ass. Actually don't. Actually... do? Gah focus girl. The usual sprinting and stretching that we do is mostly the same I guess but holy hell the push ups, sit ups and weight lifting are just obnoxious. I feel like I'm going to pass out several times from exhaustion but somehow I stay conscious. My body is getting enough oxygen even if it doesn't feel like it. I'm sweating bricks and drinking alot more water... which means more piss later on... yay. I wonder how it'd feel to urinate in higher gravity? Oof... my pee brain is going straight back to horny thoughts. Stop it, get some help. Thanks Michael. Anyway yeah this is brutal. When the six grueling hours are over I just wanna nap... but I can't because well you know we still have our six hours of alchemy training today. At least I survived that physical insanity but we're now onto the mental variation. I should say that I've learned to make Apples, Oranges, Carrots and Potatoes now. They're smaller than normal ones that you'd grow naturally but hey it's a start. Eating raw taters doesn't sound very appealing but if I'm ever in a situation for some reason where I don't have any supplies... at least I wouldn't starve to death. Not that I would parish that way anyway since my Reaper cells regenerate but being in a constant state of agonizing hunger sounds like a curse. I'm sure some witch somewhere has done that to some vagabond at some point in time. That's a lot of somes. Damn, learn to write better you lazy author you. Anyway... with basic food and water out of the way I figured I'd focus on learning to alchemize a survival tool of some sort. I want to start off small but I also want something useful so I'm going with a sort of pick-axe/hammer hybrid thing, with a pick at one end and a blunt piece of metal on the other. I could go for something like a knife or a hatchet but I think a tool to dig myself out of something would be far more useful in an emergency. I don't wanna be trapped underground with an asshole for a roommate ever again. Those knives and axes can wait. But yeah I'm working on one small thing at a time. Should only take me a few days to get a solid handle made consistently, then a couple days for some kind of softer comfortable grip and then finally the metallic head. Not that kind of head. Sucky sucky. But yeah that's the plan right now. I don't have much to speak of when it comes to my abilities, when I have a decent update on that I'll let you all know. This month is gonna be absolutely brutal. But at least I'll have Sorcha by my side... and a little bit of Axel and Paisou too. --Friday October 10th, 2008-- Today starts off perfectly normal. Only three more Fridays after this... and then my schedule goes back to normal and my "probation period" ends. After the day's training activities are finished, I decide to go and hang out with Paisou for a bit, since Sorcha informed me yesterday that she'd be with Toshia today. It's been a couple of weeks since Paisou and I have talked really, I've just been so busy. I still am of course, just... making the time now. I'm fucking exhausted but even so I'm looking forward to it. When we meet we awkwardly greet each other as per usual. We decide to eat at an Irish pub of sorts, since they make some of his personal favorite foods in the megastructure. The grub is greasy and probably not very healthy but holy hell it's delicious. Paisou orders two burgers for us, some kinda mushroom mozzarella melt with bacon and a couple onion rings for toppings... or whatever the hell you call the ingredients that you stuff in between two buns. It's pretty damn good actually, I love the flavor of the cheese. It tastes so buttery and smooth and the mushrooms and onion rings add a great flavor and texture at the same time. As I said, it's so damn greasy but very satisfying. Anyway, after we eat we head to some kind of anime café/love hotel... thingy. The room is covered in a soft teal carpet with nice silver curtains that are covering up the fake windows that I assume reflect the time of day because it's simulating sunset lighting right now. A white linen bed made out of some kind of lighter wood is engraved with a floral pattern on the headboard. The bed is obviously made for two people and it's pressed against one wall with a nice flat screen TV on the opposite side of the room. There are several pillows scattered across the top of the mattress, one large couch in another corner and several tables and display cases full of weeaboo figurines are placed around the lounge room. This is basically Paisou's second home from what he's told me, he comes here to watch anime all the fucking time whenever he's not training or eating. Must be nice. We get into bed and snuggle abit as we relax and watch some anime named 'The Big O' which is about this girl who can control space and time and uses her power to solve mysteries and fight crime... or something. I don't know really I'm not paying much attention to it. I'm too tired... and very horny right now. "Mmm..." I sigh as the warmth of Paisou's furred skin touches mine, I bury my head into his chest. "You're so warm." "Heh..." He replies as he kisses the top of my head. "It's nice to just chill with you again." His hand gently rubs up and down the back of my tank top, I lean onto my elbows as I rest my head on a pillow and smile at him. We watch more of the anime together for about fifteen minutes but then I start to get restless because of my inflamed desires. I look over to Paisou and notice that he's staring straight at me, his eyes burning with lust. His hand slowly reaches forward to caress the side of my breast under my tank top and he smiles as his fingers gently slide underneath the fabric and tease my nipple that is imprisoned by my bra. I enjoy his sensual groping, his soft hand is more tender than any other male who's slept with me and yet still just as strong as you'd expect. I nibble on his cute round raccoon ear as I whisper. "Let's... get more comfortable." Paisou stops invading my tank top with his fingers and nods. I help him get his shirt off and he pulls my tank top up over my head afterwards. We kiss tenderly a little bit but it doesn't take long for him to grab my yoga pants and pull them off. I unbutton and yank off his jeans as we lay back on the bed in our underwear. His slim frame is so sexy in its own way. We make out for like ten more minutes, just slowly enjoying each other's body heat as the anime continues its consistent background noise. I feel Paisou's half chub brush against my thigh and I let out a chuckle. "Want me to jerk you off?" I whisper in a sultry voice. "Yeah... can... can I touch you too? You know, down there?" Paisou speaks with his usual shyness it's just adorable. "Of course. First one to cum will be... punished." I tease. We both lay flat on our backs, the left side of my torso and hips is directly touching his right. I can sense his breathing, his warmth and his arousal all at once. I softly start to grope his privates through his boxers as he begins to tease my pussy on the outskirts of my panty fabric. It feels strange yet highly erotic for fingers other than my own to be masturbating for me. I take in a relaxing deep breath as my vagina begins to get moist as he lightly rubs my slit from the outside. I show him my gratitude by firmly grabbing his balls, enjoying the feeling of the soft cotton covering them up and the effect that my groping has on his humid breath. It's not long before his fingers are inside my panties, sliding around my labia and making their way up into my core. We tease each other slowly, letting our bodies gradually get used to each other's sexual invasion. It doesn't take much time for his dick to become fully erect from my smooth feminine hand exploring the edges of his privates. My body arches up as he pushes his fingers inside of me a couple minutes later, his digits start to move in and out of my dripping slit with an agonizingly slow speed that almost makes me lose it. I feel so flustered down there that I let out a muffled moan as I bite my lower lip, I'm beyond horny by this point, my pussy wants to cum and squirt out loads of fluids but she'll have to wait. I quickly slide my left hand inside his boxers and jerk off his erect blue cock lustfully. We both moan lightly, it feels great to mutually masturbate like this. But we don't want to finish it that quickly do we? No... we're going to have some fun first. I lean over him and kiss him on the lips passionately. "Mmm..." Paisou kisses me back with fervor and excitement, it's obvious that he's just as turned on as me right now. His tongue darts in and out of my mouth as he continues to tease my clit, I don't slow down with my wanking of his member either. Our duo wanking session is getting a bit frantic but I'm enjoying myself thoroughly, I can feel his erection pulsing through my fingers as my sopping cunt threatens to explode girlcum all over his hand. His breathing speeds up as mine does. I feel his hot breath on my neck, I know that he's getting close to finishing... but I still want more. I'm sure he does as well. "You can... you can cum whenever you want... but I'm not done yet..." I whisper seductively in his ear, he simply moans quietly in response. He thrusts two fingers into me again at maximum speed, making sure to make my pussy feel every bit of pleasure as it's capable of feeling. He then pulls them out and grabs my panties instead, pulling them down around my knees. I slide his boxers off to the same level and continue to jerk him off furiously. My mind is blank now, just concentrating on pleasuring his cock the best that I can do. I have to ensure that it doesn't slip through my hand. I can feel my climax coming closer by the second, he must be about ready to burst as well considering how avidly he's rubbing me down there. Paisou lean's up towards my ear and lets out a loud groan as I pant heavily. "Fuck... fuck... uuuugh... your cunt is squeezing tightly against my fingers Vaine..." Paisou squirms with pleasure. We're both so sweaty now as he thrusts deep into me with his digits, sending shivers down my spine and making my body convulse around him. The heat that he creates in my core feels so incredible, he's really hitting home on his target now... the orgasmic detonation that I've been building up for so long has finally begun. The pleasure grows more intense and stronger than ever before, his cock ejaculates around my hand as our juices splash against each other's fur coated skin, the sensation of my climax completely overwhelms me and I moan louder than I have for a long while. We both gasp for air as my cumming pussy sends waves of pleasure through me, I can feel loads of girlcum shooting out of my slit like a fucking rifle barrel. I feel him release the last of his cock juice as nearly half of it splatters across my body and he moans happily, he reaches under my arm and grabs his cock so that he can milk out another shot or two before he completely lets go. I lay on top of him afterwards, exhausted and content... and with an annoying need to pee. "Who won?" Paisou smiles as his breathing slowly returns to normal. "I think it was a close race." "It was probably a tie..." I say with a seductive voice. "Which means neither of us have to be punished I guess. We may as well both relieve ourselves and just... fall asleep. I'm tired, so very tired." He gives me a cute smile and kisses me tenderly on the cheek as he takes off my bra and tosses it away. We're now both naked, apart from our underwear that's still lazily hanging just below our knees. "You can piss first." I coo. "Then I'll reward you with mine." Paisou nods and obeys as I feel and hear his spent penis trickle out some urine. Most of it lands on him and the bed but a few drops spurt onto my butt and I laugh as he just casually wets the bed. I'm too lazy to do anything about it so I simply lay ontop of him and relax as the warm fluid splashes everywhere it can. He only pees for about twenty seconds or so but it was nice. "Sorry I don't... have more in the tank." He looks at me with a slight smile. "That's ok." I look deep into his eyes as my privates shudder abit. "I have had to pee since before we ate so... I should have plenty inside of me." I relax my urethra muscles and sigh as I feel my warm bladder start to drain itself onto his privates. It feels so damn good and gravity is doing most of the work. I let go of all the piss that I have in me without holding back. He groans lightly as he's soaked through and he kisses me lightly as I continue to pee on him. The warmth of my own fluids mixes with his own fresh pee and it creates a weirdly pleasurable mixture that I can't get enough of. My pussy feels so nice and satisfied right now as she continues to enjoy urinating. This feeling will never get old. I know that I'll be happy as long as I have someone to share these moments with. After I finish peeing about a minute later, we both relax and I fall asleep on my stomach beside Paisou rather quickly, feeling much too warm to even care about a blanket right now. My mind drifts off to horny dreams and the day ends on a sexual high. --Thursday October 16th, 2008-- Today is a rather... different kind of day. Normally I spend my precious few hours before bed either with someone or by myself in my room just relaxing and shit. But for some reason, I decided to just browse a fake music vinyl store today because of a weird nostalgic mood that I woke up with this morning. Since this uhh, fraudulent place of business was probably made for me since I requested it earlier. How do I know this you may be asking? Because every artist, album and single in here is some kind of Heavy Metal subgenre. And I'm pretty sure I'm the only Reaper metalhead on Earth right now. I'm like... enjoying browsing all the rare and out of print records they have available. It's kind of funny though because they're all just duplicates made with alchemy from whatever data the Sentinels and Father gathered from Earth anyway. Regardless I found this one song that I really like called Fragile Existence by a band called Fractal Eclipse. It begins with a sort of dark atmospheric slow electric guitar intro for about ten to fifteen seconds, then a male singer comes in with a rather melancholy half-speaking drone. ♪ I walk these streets in shadow, with nothing but fear Every painful breath I take, feels like the last one here ♪ The guitar slowly picks up pace and the drums and bass begin playing as the second half of the verse starts. ♪ My mind is racing, as I face my incoming mortality The shattering of my soul, it's my compressing reality ♪ The emotion almost instantly skyrockets and I love it as the catchy and shredding chorus tears through my ear holes. ♪ Life is fragile, and it's slipping away Every day, I'm haunted by the decay I'm searching for hope, but it's fading fast Life is fragile, and it won't last ♪ I mean damn the chorus hits like a fucking truck I love it. I guess I won't bore you with more details hmm? Ya'll probably don't care about a song that doesn't exist in your reality anyway. Oops. Anyway the lyrics for the bridge really appeal to me so I guess I'll share those as well. ♪ I'm screaming out, for something to believe A way to escape, this endless grief But every answer, feels like a lie In the end, we all die ♪ Yeah it's basic shit I guess but for some reason, how the lead singer draws out these lyrics is just stunning. I would love to see this band live. Guess that's never going to happen now hmm? They probably did die, considering they were an American band. Anyway... I guess I'm just here because... I needed a break from everyone and everything. You all ever feel like that? Life is going good, great even, and yet you still have an itch in the back of your mind that just won't go away. It's bothersome. I should be happy right now and enjoying myself to the fullest. And yet, here I am, browsing a fake music store all by myself, just idling the time away doing nothing. I could be getting Axel's dick up my ass right now, instead I'm choosing to isolate myself. ... Why? Why do I feel this way? Well... I guess the answer lies deep within me somewhere. A mental place that I cannot get to or see at the moment I guess. I don't fucking know alright? It's a damn weird sensation or feeling or whatever. Anyway... I've been here for over an hour... just lost in my own head and listening to random stuff. It's around this time, about ninety minutes before curfew I think, when I feel a sharp arousing pain deep in my bladder. Ahh fuck I really have to piss out a river right now, maybe even an entire lake. Normally I use the restroom after the day of training is over but today... I just didn't and now I'm facing the consequences in full fucking force. I was distracted today ok? Shut up... I forgot to mention that Sorcha and I got an "Iron Bladder" skill out of a horny spur of the moment decision, I can hold a lot more urine inside of me now. The average female bladder can hold 500ml before she leaks out of her honeypot but by then they will be desperate as fuck and ready to explode at any moment. For Sorcha and me though, we can currently hold three liters before we're literally bursting. Yay bigger bladders, kinky. We did holding session a couple days ago and it was hot as fuck. We pissed for nearly four minutes straight after we both held onto our pee for nearly the whole day. What you want me to write it? Sorry, as I said before I can't jot down everything I do. Well I could but you know, you'd be reading this until you're dead because it'd take hundreds of years just to read like a decade of my life if I wrote it like that. Anyways... yeah point is I have to pee, very badly. I'm so tempted to just drop my pants and panties right now and piss hard into the shaggy carpet floor beneath my feet but my common sense says I should just go to a nearby washroom. But then, the primal aroused side of my brain is asking... does it really fucking matter? We've established that no matter what we do in this place, Father can observe us wherever and whenever he so chooses... and those bathrooms don't have a shred of privacy anyway. Would... would peeing in here, a room which no one else has even entered, really be so bad? I mean sure I'd make a mess but wouldn't the Theta Sentinels just clean it up anyway? My aching horny pussy says no, we'll be fine... ahh fuck~ I'm in too much pain to even think straight anymore. I pull off my dull gray yoga pants and throw them into a corner of the room. I press two fingers against my clitoris through my thin white panties and tease it as furiously as I can. I moan lustfully as I thrust my cunt against my digits, gyrating as best I can with a full bladder. Some dribbles of piss leak out of my slit and into my panties but I hold onto the rest of it, don't know for how long though. I have to pee so bad that I swear if I forced it all out now my pussy would be simulating a rocket engine ignition. My fur feels damp with sweat as I continue to masturbate in this fake public setting. I'm aroused by the thought of some random citizen catching me even though it's obviously impossible. I manage to let out a smile as a thin stream of urine escapes my urethra. I'm so close to bursting... "Ahh shit..." I laugh briefly. "It's coming out. Ahhh..." I pull my wet panties away from my crotch area and relax my bladder. As I do so a massive gush of piss exits my slit and I moan loudly. I'm so close to cumming... but just when I'm getting ready to push myself over the proverbial sexual cliff I hear the ringing of the bell above the front door of the shop. Someone has walked inside. I turn to face who it is as I'm forced to edge myself to stop my body from climaxing... and it's Eris. Catching me with my pants down. Literally. She's looking at me with a smug look on her bitch face, I can't tell if she's secretly enjoying watching me pee or if it's just plain disgust written all over her taunting smirk. She's wearing some kinda business suit. Odd fashion choice but alright. "You should have worn a diaper today..." She holds back a laugh with her fingers to her mouth. "... You would have at least looked more dignified having an accident in one of those instead." This is the first time she's seeing my lady bits and hopefully it'll be the last. My pissing pussy shudders with delight as it continues what it's just barely started. I would have been embarrassed as fuck probably less than a month ago if anyone but a lover saw me urinating. Eris and me don't get along at all but I'm enjoying the sensation of peeing too much to care about what she thinks or sees in the slightest. "Why are you here?" I stare at her rather casually as I cover my cunt back up, instantly wetting my panties and causing my urine to briefly splay all over the place. It's still shooting out just as absurdly strong as it was before it'll just take a half second longer to get to the ground or so. My urethra is aching with pleasure from the liquid flowing through it and it feels amazing, despite this assface being here right now. Eris sighs. "I just wanted to talk to you in private. I didn't know you'd be pissing on the floor like some wild animal." "Nature called, I answered, simple as that." I explain as I bite my lower lip, enjoying the sensation of my warm wet panties clinging to my pussylips a bit too much. "What could we possibly have to discuss? You clearly don't like me and I really haven't spoken to you much at all." "I wanted to speak with you about Jason." Her facial expression changes from one of mockery to one of bitterness. At hearing that name, I push internally on my bladder's muscles to force some more pee out of me after an involuntary deep breath and it shoots out harder than if I were to just let it flow naturally. Fuck it feels so good but shit... why does she wanna talk about Jason of all things? Talking about him at any time would be annoying... but discussing him while I'm enjoying such a nice piss? What the fuck is wrong with this world?! Ahhh... ahhh fuck my crying slit feels too good, almost as if I could just melt into floor and leave everything else behind. I've got to stay focused, I can't cum in front of Eris, she's not worthy of witnessing such an event. I refuse to let her see such glory! ... What were we talking about again? The sounds and scents of my golden juices soaking into the carpet have made me momentarily forgetful. Oh yes, Jason, blech. "What could I possibly have to say about that fucking asshole?" I stare at Eris more seriously as I turn towards her while still peeing profusely. "You and I have had our strong dislike for each other for awhile now but he is far worse. He's worth less than the shit stains on your panties." "Oh yeah?" Eris snarls, she's pissed now, me I'm just pissing literally. She takes two steps closer to me, which is brave of her I admit. It brings her closer to my yellow lemonade fountain afterall. "Look I don't care that you're his vindictive ex-girlfriend and you say you hate him now. Just stay the fuck away from him from now on." My face inadvertently switches from one of annoyance to one of pure surprise. I just look at her dumbfounded for literally like three seconds. The steady sounds of my pee stream gargling on the soaking wet carpet below me is the only noise heard right now. It's... surprisingly peaceful. I burst out howling like I just heard the funniest joke ever and my piss starts shooting out faster in spurts from my uncontrollable laughter, it hurts but feels so damn good as well... I just wanna cum so bad but I manage to resist. I cross both of my arms in front of my stomach and kneel over a tadbit in an attempt to stop my body from chuckling so hard but it doesn't work. After about five seconds I regain control of myself and resume my upright posture as I outstretch my hand towards Eris in a half-hearted apologetic way. My buzzing piss stream returns to its normal speed as I begin speaking again. "I'm sorry, that was just too hilarious. If you made more jokes like that more often maybe we would actually be friends one day." "Why are you still peeing?!" She shouts, obviously more annoyed than ever before. "Like good god what the hell is wrong with your body?!" "I had a full bladder when you came in here and I only just started going then. Your timing for witnessing this was perfect." I smirk somewhat proudly at my lewd, disgustingly wet and now slimy panties. "Besides I can urinate for nearly four minutes straight now and it's only been about seventy or eighty seconds so far." "I wasn't aware that you were keeping track of your personal best wee time, Jason's right you are a freak." Eris practically spits at me. "Look, just stop contacting him, all right? Leave him alone and focus on your badger milf bitch girlfriend." My playful annoyance is gone now. She shouldn't have mentioned Sorcha in such a negative way. "I hate to say this but you really are a dumbass." I bare my teeth as I seethe with anger, which forces more piss out of my pussy briefly as a consequence. "Really?" Eris crosses her arms again. "Enlighten me you cunt." "You see these adorable robot assassin Sentinels that are around me right?" I wave at them and they kinda do a cute little gesture back I love it. "They'd have a fit if Jason got as close to me as you are right now. If Jason or I even think about killing each other they would slay the first one who attempted it." "Now it seems like you are the stupid one or you're just deflecting." Eris' composure doesn't change as I squeeze more pee out of my urethra in a vain attempt to anger her further. "I mean the messages. Stop texting him, cut him off completely and I won't have a problem with you anymore." Once again I'm stunned into silence. I'd tell you the only noise that could be heard right now but I already did that a few paragraphs ago. "I've never texted him since the day we broke up and I've barely even thought about him since, you know, when I chopped his dick off." I say plainly. "Don't worry the one he's boning you with now is a fresh one, it doesn't have any atomic traces of my vaginal fluid on it." "Our relationship is none of your damn business." She responds defensively. "I don't care for your lies... coming here seems to have been a waste of time. If your stalking behavior continues I'll go to Father with this information. Despite what you may think of me I don't want to do that." She talked for so long that I almost forgot about the heat that was still engorged around my leaking vagina. Jason has told her lies hmm. Shocker. Still... I don't get why he would say I've been harassing him with text messages... at first. But then I think about it for a moment and then it just kind of clicks as the gears turn inside my head. "Eris you made your relationship my problem when you came here to bitch about it to me." I state seriously. "I hate you, I do. But even someone like me doesn't want you being with a loathsome piece of shit like Jason. He's a liar, a two-bit conman. He wears a mask of a damaged college student with daddy issues but in reality he's just a scheming dickwad who seems to enjoy toying with women." I sigh as she stays silent. "I can't believe I'm about to give you some sort of advice but stay the hell away from him. Enjoy any other dick in this place hell I'm sure Axel would love to fuck all of us on separate occasions and probably Toshia too, hell Paisou would fall for your charms as well I'm sure. Instead of being with one or more of them you picked the worst Reaper here. I feel sorry for you in a way. But then again you are an idiot so I can't say I'm surprised." Eris looks angry with me now. Of course she does. I don't even think she's focused on my peeing anymore. Oh wait it's only me who's enjoying that, right right right she is straight after all, I think. "You're such a filthy lying whore." Eris raises her voice and makes no more attempts to hide her emotions. "You're surrounded by Reapers who adore you and yet you'd cast them away to someone else's bed just like that? My god you're just evil." "We're all evil." I joke with an over-the-top wicked smile. "We're Reapers." "You've been handed everything on a damn silver platter!" Eris unfiltered tone remains the same. "Even Father is training you personally and clearly is trying to give you an advantage over the rest of us!" "Really?!" Oh now I'm angry again too. "You think that me being forced to train every single day for two months straight without a weekly break is an advantage?! I'm tired all the fucking time, sore as shit all over my body and I have almost no personal time for myself or my girlfriend. Yet you and your loverboy Jason can go to a fake beach or watch a movie in some grand replica theatre or go to a stripper casino or whatever the fuck-" I want to say more but I need to take in a breath. Eris uses the chance to fire back with her words. "Oh please, what are you talking about? You get to fuck all the other men here whenever you'd like! You're the most popular girl here! That should be me! I'm sexier, smarter and bolder than you! What the fuck makes you so special?!" Eris is just losing herself like a ranting loon right now. Quack quack. "Oh I get it now... ahh." I can't hold back a moan anymore I've edged myself for too long. Still pissing. Yuppers. Get used to it. "You're jealous of me. You've already approached one or two of them haven't you? Which of them rejected your seductive advances I wonder? Whoever it was, good for them. Ahh shit I wanna cum but you don't even deserve to see that.... fuck fuck..." I grab my crotch instinctively to try and hold back the breached golden dam and I cannot. I'll probably be going for another minute. "Fuck you." She practically whispers under her breath but it's still loud enough for me to hear it. "So... heh." I have to resist a laugh. "The only one who hasn't rejected your romantic advances is Jason for some reason. And now he can't get an erection when you both try to have sex because he secretly doesn't find you attractive... so he lies about it and blames it on me? Makes perfect sense now. You two were made for each other. Like a cancerous sperm and an unfertilized egg. Don't worry, if you just wear a strap-on and fuck him in the ass I'm sure you shitheads will both enjoy that to some degree." "Fuck you!!" Eris says way it louder this time. "I'm leaving. Talking to you was clearly a waste of my time! And you smell like piss you dirty slut!" That's how you know you've won an argument, when the other side can no longer do anything but hurl insults at you. Did we really even have an argument at all? Ahh, whatever. I don't know if Jason really is impotent or not but I'll assume that he is now until I see otherwise. It would be so fucking hilarious if it's true. Either way, Jason is clearly still miserable and I'm much happier than before... I'm quite glad about that. "One more thing before you leave Eris..." I try to hide my true intentions by speaking seriously. "What is it you cunt?" She turns back around, still seething. I smile as I rip my panties off, exposing myself to Eris for hopefully the last time. Before she can even react I place both hands above my pussy and thrust out my hips. I aim my urine stream at Eris and manage to wee all over her shirt for about half a second before she screams at me. "Fucking REALLY?!" She shrieks so loud and quickly walks towards me, getting more piss stains on her clothes like an idiot. She's about to slap me but right before she moves her raised hand to my face, the Gamma Sentinel's eyes begin to glow a deep red and point their tiny cute laser guns directly at Eris' piss-stained chest. She curses and backs away as my pee stream finally starts to weaken against her office skirt. "Now you smell like my urine. Enjoy it. It'll be the only golden shower I ever give you." I taunt her as she gives me the middle finger. The bell above the store's door rings and she leaves as my flowing piss begins to sputter out from my cunt in large droplets like an overspent car engine. 'Fuck fuck fuck! I can't believe I pissed on her! That was awesome!' I yell happily inside my head. 'That was pretty fun we admit.' My AI Core chirps. 'But Father is probably going to be upset with us.' I masturbate my clitoris hard and receive my orgasmic reward within seconds. I cry out with pleasure as I finally stop pissing and my pussy releases a few waves of clear girlcum instead. God it feels so amazing. I... I wanna get my acidic urine ability now so I can kill my enemies in the future with my pee if I so desire. Guess I have a new goal to work on. 'Relax...' I practically can hear my thoughts panting from post-climatic bliss. 'We did nothing to hurt her physically. All we did was have an argument that got very heated... and moist.' Needless to say, I head home with my sexy ass exposed and have a nice warm bath before bed. I hope Eris stays away from me but if she doesn't I should just pee on her again. I mean I won't probably because Father will likely forbid it in the future but maybe he won't care? Either way, what an eventful day. A truly... beau-pee-ful conversation. ...That was bad I'm sorry. ~~Friday October 31st, 2008~~ Well the day has finally arrived. The final day of my punishment is here... and the third Reaper competition will begin soon. I believe Father referred to it as the Test of Constitution. Whatever that means exactly I don't know. Speaking of Father... he hasn't said a word about the rather hilarious time when I pissed on Eris out of spite. Every time I've thought about that for the last couple of weeks I've not been able to wash away the shit eating grin that appears on my face afterwards. When I told Sorcha about it she didn't think it was funny but she was also glad that no one got hurt. Anyway enough talking about Eris she's taken up enough pages for this chapter as is. Ahem anyways. After I get up and you know, piss, bathe and get dressed in the usual tepid training gear, I'm led to another bland minimalistic yet still neon-lit gym. Everyone else is here too within minutes. I was the first to arrive oddly enough although not by much. Once all of us are here, seven long ropes seem to burst out of the ceiling and are just... hanging there. Besides that, nothing is really all that unique about this place, it's fairly empty otherwise. Father enters within a couple minutes of the ropes dropping, wearing a flashy red suit this time along with some matching ruby rings on his right hand. Going with bold colors today I see. "Welcome, to the third exam of twelve, the Test of Constitution." Father begins his speech as warmly and confidently as he always does. "As before, your Reaper powers will be turned off, since this is a showcase of your physical body's abilities only. I will warn you all ahead of time, this test is one of the most... unpleasant ones. But it's also necessary to showcase the results of your training. You will be bound by a rope around both of your wrists, raised into the air until your feet are off of the ground. Then you will take offensive blows that will start off fairly easy based on your body mass index and slowly get stronger as the test proceeds." Holy shit you mean we're gonna get beaten like pieces of meat on a hook like Rocky Balboa himself? Damn. "Try to stay conscious for as long as possible." Father continues with a serious look. "As I said this is a rather crude and primitive evaluation but there may sometimes be assignments that you go on where you get captured as a prisoner. You may either be undercover to find an elusive target or it may just plain bad luck. Regardless of the circumstances though, you will have to learn how to endure brutal torture during enemy interrogations if you are sent on one of said missions. I wish all of you the best of luck." Father leaves the room and we each stand under a rope. We raise our arms above our heads and are ready for the Theta Sentinels who've just come in to bind our hands. This is gonna suck so much... but I just gotta endure, like Father said. A Theta Sentinel walks up to me... and pulls my tank top over my head and casts it away. I look to my left to see Paisou beside me, he's now shirtless too and from what I can tell from my narrow perspective, everyone is. My hands are then bound and I'm raised about two feet off of the ground. Wait... this is similar to being nailed on a wooden cross or something isn't it? Yeah the ancient Romans used to attach people to them or to stakes and they'd eventually suffocate because of the pressure that stretching your limbs out like this would create around your lungs. You could only endure it for so long before you involuntarily relaxed your spent muscles and choked on your own skin or ribs I guess. That would be an awful way to go. Anyway... I'm not saying I'm Jesus Christ or anything but yeah this just reminded me of that... hmm. As I'm lost in thought about the almighty fictional lord in the sky, my yoga pants are forcibly yanked down and pulled off like some highschool pranksters did it just because they wanted to see my panties. I look at Paisou again and sure enough he's only wearing his boxers. I guess we're all in our underwear now hmm? Well, except for Sorcha she's always nude like the brave babe she is. "Let the Test of Constitution... begin." Father's voice comes through some kind of intercom and a loud buzzer goes off. Shit. The horny Theta Sentinel who stripped me now has a metallic shaped boxing glove attached to one of it's... limbs? When did the horndog get that? I don't have time to make more mental jokes though because the first punch comes to my gut and I writhe in pain. Good god Father was right this is ass. this is bird shit. I'll spare you the gory details on this one but just know it was some of the worst pain I've felt in a while, not as bad as nearly burning alive after I killed that Flawed Reaper months ago mind you but still really damn unpleasant. I think I only take like eight or nine blows before everything goes black. When I awaken again I don't know how much time has passed, I'm just laying on the cold wooden floor, in the fetal position, no longer bound by anything. I slowly get up as I see that Father is getting ready to speak again and notice mostly everyone else is standing already. "Good work. I'm sorry that I had to put you through all that, it was painful for me to watch." Father's empathy is clear in his voice. "I will show you the results." As soon as he utters those words, a bright white monitor shows up on a wall in front of us and shows us the numbers. Reaper Rank (Test of Constitution) Axel Cress - 7 Points Eris Bellington - 6 Points Toshia Kamagst - 5 Points Sorcha Hansal - 4 Points Jason Hawkright - 3 Points Vaine Steele - 2 Points Paisou Kayo - 1 Point Wait what? Eris got second? Damnnnn that bitch can take some abuse. ... Sorry, I don't advocate for domestic violence it's just a dark joke. I hate her but even I'd feel bad if some asshole was treating her like shit. Oh wait that buttmuncher is Jason, nevermind then. Granted that's mental shit and not physical- whatever it doesn't matter. They're terrible for each other, we've already established this. Man this chapter has way too much Eris shit in it. Ok ok fine, I'm sorry I said it ok? Jeebus. She'll live. Anyway damn I sucked at this one. Not surprising I guess but ehh, whatever, at least the pain is gone now. I'm in far too happy a mood to care about my rank these days. I have nine months of training left to at least beat Jason and Eris anyway, still got plenty of time. A couple seconds later, our total points pop up. Reaper Rank (October 2008) Axel Cress - 15 Points Sorcha Hansal - 14 Points Jason Hawkright - 13 Points Toshia Kamagst - 12 Points Paisou Kayo - 11 Points Eris Bellington - 11 Points Vaine Steele - 8 Points I'm back in last again, oh well. As I said I'll pass that bitch ass cunt again soon. Jason has been knocked off of the top by Axel, Huzzah! Sorcha has passed him now as well so I'm proud of her. "Please head back to your personal quarters and get dressed for our family meal. I'll serve it in twenty minutes. Be sure to pick out something nice for yourselves to wear. You all did excellent today." Father states with a mellow and dignified voice. With that we all get into a pod and head to well, you heard him, our rooms. I walk into my bathroom and unhook my sweaty bra and pull my dirty panties off of my perfect butt. It's only then when I notice a large mostly dried stain around the crotch area of my white undies. Did... I piss myself while I took blow after blow? Damn... I must have urinated and not enjoyed it. How very rare these days. Oh well. I toss the spent underwear down the laundry chute and walk to my bedroom closest, something I haven't looked through for a long while since I've worn either nothing at all, heh, or just my basic training outfit that a Theta Sentinel brings me every morning. I can't wait to have a day once a week for myself again, almost feels like a lifetime ago at this point even if it's only been for two months. Anyway I pick out a cute bra and panties, they're red with little black hearts on them and trimmed black lace around the edges. The bra is really soft too and make my modest boobs look slightly bigger but not vulgar which is good for Father's dinner party or whatever you'd call this thing. For the clothing above my glorious naughty bits I should pick something fancy. You know me I love black but I'm not going to a metalcore concert or a funeral, I should pick another color that goes well with my black fur. I decide to go with a dark royal blue one-piece silk dress that goes down to my knees. I put on some sapphire earrings, spray my hair with some kinda funky fusion of perfume with the label of 'floral tonic' and add a small silver necklace as a final touch. I then leave my room, enter another transport pod and within minutes I'm standing in the luxurious dining hall where we've always had this end-of-the-month meal. The grand room's decorations are a mix of orange, yellow and brown this time, likely to reflect the autumn season I guess. It is Halloween after all, not that we care I guess. Most of the others are already here, including Sorcha in all her nudist glory. She's got an auburn topaz necklace in the shape of a heart around her neck, it goes well with the color of her beautiful yellow nipples. I can't help but stare at her white furred chest as she walks up to me and kisses me briefly. "Hello dear." Sorcha coos. "I hope you're ready for your surprise tonight." "Of course." I nearly involuntarily shudder as my panties get wetter in her presence. "I'm very much looking forward to it." We sit down side by side at the ornate dining table, eager to eat our meal. Father arrives in about five minutes after Sorcha and I have basically been talking dirty to each other and another bit of time after that, the Theta Sentinels begin to set the table with our tasty and I'm sure downright alien meal. For an appetizer they present to us what looks like some kind of rolled up sushi that contains purple octopus or something on a bed of white leaves. It's covered in a thin layer of a hazy brown sauce and it looks kinda disgusting but it smells delicious. When I put it inside my mouth, the flavors seem to meld together perfectly. It tastes slightly tangy and spicy and very chunky too, it's fantastic. I'm not a food critic all right? I don't know how to describe it any better. Anyway, when the Theta Sentinels bring out the main course, my stomach is already content. I ate like eight of the octopus treats. They were good, shut up I don't need your naggy bullshit. Regardless, they serve each of us a serving of what Father calls 'Celestial Crustacean Ravioli'. Basically it's blue and purple pasta squares with cheesy bright yellow sauce on the inside. Yeah it's meant to look like you're eating outer space, or something. Cute. I know I sound like a broken record here but it's fucking delicious, blending all kinds of flavors that I never knew existed. It's so soothing and makes me feel like I'm actually floating out in the dark void itself. Yeah I know that's weird but putting this dish into words you can comprehend is rather difficult. By the time I'm finished the amazing Italian-inspired dish, I'm full, that's gonna turn into a bunch of piss that Sorcha and I can play with tonight... hehe. But yeah I enjoyed it. For dessert, we're served a soufflé that's bright in coloration, a visual palette that is a stark contrast to our main course. As I dig inside with a fork I see what appears to be tiny crystalized... sugar of some sort? Whatever it is, a mouthful of this tasty treat is absolutely divine and a perfect way to end the meal. After we eat and I part ways with everyone, I get changed into training gear again of course and prepare for my final eight hour training session with Father. I may have forgotten to mention last month that since it's a competitive day Father trains me for only eight hours instead of the normal twelve. Oops. Regardless, I'm still not used to the higher gravity but I push onwards. To my surprise, Father and I actually engage in a conversation, which is rather rare honestly, at least while he's training me. "Your probation period ends today." Father says rather casually. "I take it your looking forward to having a normalized schedule starting tomorrow." "Yes Father." I speak while doing pushups. "I'm thankful for the extra training but I'll be glad to have a day of rest once a week again." "I'm glad to hear it." Father smiles. "So... are we going to discuss the disagreement that you had with Eris a couple weeks ago?" I tense up and slowly stand. Of course Father didn't forget about that and of course he knew. "There's not much to say." I begin rather slowly. "Things got... heated and I lost my temper. But nobody got hurt so... yeah." "Anger is an extremely strong emotion." Father cautions me. "And while it's beneficial to use and exploit for one's advantage it can also be very dangerous if left unchecked. I know you're still young but please make an effort to control it, even if you have to unleash it on something else later on." "I... understand." I say with genuine meekness. "It won't happen a second time. I won't... urinate on her again. If Jason or Eris try to talk to me I'll just ignore them from now on... it'll be... safer that way." "Good. Remember that we're all a family. Despite our clashes of personality and petty gripes we have a common goal, to bring order and peace to this chaotic galaxy of ours." Father talks as though he's speaking to a large crowd again. "Yes Father." With those words, my training continues as normal. I hold my bladder all the while, saving its contents for tonight. It's not that bad anyway in fact it feels rather nice and warm even though I have to pee a bit. Regardless, the training session ends and I'm finally free to spend the last like four or five hours of the day with Sorcha. She has a surprise for me and I'm really curious with what it is. I open up the ReaperChat app on my core and message her. Vaine Steele 10/31/08 7:18PM: Hey babe I'm on my way to you. It won't spoil my surprise if I head to you right? Love you. ❤️ She texts me a few minutes later just as I'm entering a transport pod. Sorcha Hansal 10/31/08 7:22PM: Sure hun, we'll be waiting for you. ~XOXO Wait we? Yeah... we. When I get to the place where Sorcha is, which literally looks like a creepy and generic floor of a hospital, I meet up with her... and Axel. He's dressed in a cheap doctor's outfit, well a white lab coat to be more accurate. Besides that he has a fake stethoscope around his neck, that circular headband that they only wear in cartoons and spotted boxers covering his huge crotch. He's not wearing anything else in terms of clothing. "Paisou said he was exhausted today after the competition wore him out so he's recuperating in his room." Sorcha explains. "We were planning a foursome for weeks but it'll have to wait. No matter, I want that young man to enjoy his first time with us just as much as we will. So for tonight, we'll be your entertainment." "Treating me like a slab of meat hmm." Axel smiles. "That's fine with me, hope you like it raw." I roll my eyes and giggle at his stupid corniness. "Sounds like fun but... why a hospital? Seems like a bit of a depressing roleplay setting to me." I complain somewhat but it's mostly my exhausted muscles that are doing the talking. "You're here to recover your energy." Sorcha smiles lustfully and struts towards me, still wearing that pretty necklace from before. "For tonight you are our patient and I am your nurse. Axel is our Cock Doctor." I laugh again at the name. "We doing a Spiderman porno parody too? Cock Doc?" Sorcha tilts her head in a slightly confused but aroused manner. "No one but you understands that nerdy comic book shit, no offense V." Axel waves it off as he interjects. "I only know the name from that cheesy movie they made awhile ago and nothing else." "Oh so that's what she was referencing? Got you... alright." Sorcha is on the same page, kind of. She walks up to me and gropes my breasts through my tanktop and lacy red bra, I moan lightly with delight. "Good." She coos lightly as she pulls my tank top off over my head and casts it away. "You are all sweaty from your workout... just how Mommy likes it." Axel approaches me as well, only from the side. "Your uhh, Cock Doc suggests dropping your pants so we can check your... temperature." Axel says as he roughly rips off my yoga pants, literally. Welp... won't be wearing that pair anymore. "You suck at this roleplay stuff." I tease him as my left hand touches his crotch area. "Fuck you." He says rather gruffly but still in his own playful tone as he lifts me up. "This is a sexual emergency... we have to get you to room for tests to make sure you're... healthy." All this corniness is making my head hurt. Regardless I am horny as fuck in anticipation of my first threesome ever so I can deal with it. That and the fact that my bladder is nearly full... is making me even more turned on. Axel walks down the hallway with me in his arms and a nude Sorcha at his side. Well she has a nurse hat on her head with a red cross embroidered on it so that's how you know she's a professional. Axel lays me down on a soft yet basic hospital bed in a rather big room. Once he's sure I'm comfortable he restrains my arms with leather wrist straps that are chained to the bed. You know, the ones that you see in all those movies with crazy people in asylums? Yeah those. I wasn't aware that this was a mild BDSM session. "Safe word is Lettuce." Axel says with a amused huff. "Although I doubt we'll need it." Sorcha brings one of those mobile over the bed tables that you see in hospitals all the fucking time to the side of the bed. There's a bunch of shifty looking medical gear on it. Oh shit. "Nurse." Axel orders. "Check the patients temperature please, we need to know what we're dealing with here." "Yes Dr. Cock." Sorcha says seriously. Man they're taking this roleplay thing to the grave aren't they? Alright then, let's go. I'm way too tired and horny to complain. Sorcha takes a pair of latex gloves out of a box and puts them on with a seductive smile. I can practically see her bare yellow pussy dripping girlcum right now, she's really enjoying seeing me bound like this. She then grabs a thermometer, least I assume that's what it is and she dips one end of it in some kind of clear viscous liquid. "Please hold still Ms. Steele." She says something so simple so sexually it's great. Sorcha moves my panties to the side, exposing my black slit and dark asshole to the outside air. At this point I'm expecting a thermometer in my bum but instead... she spreads my pussy lips with her other hand. The colder latex gloves feel very strange against my exposed sex and I let out a deep breath as I try to relax my cunt. I don't know what she's doing but I like it. I see Axel use a flashlight and shine it on my privates at a downward angle, so that Sorcha can see more clearly I guess. After a few seconds I get a nice surprise when she slowly and carefully sticks the thin end of the thermometer into my urethra. I squeal with delight at the shock but almost instantly it's accompanied by an arousing numbing feeling and my vagina instantly starts to leak more girlcum. Oh god she put some kinda lewd lube on the thermometer didn't she? Of course she did. I've had some of that stuff in and around my anus before but as good as that felt, it was nothing like this. I feel like I could cum at anytime. "Be sure not to pee hun." Sorcha coos almost breaking character. "If you do I'm afraid the doctor and I will have no choice but to... punish you." Oh yeah... piss. In this position, with my back on the bed and my hands tied to it as well... my bottom half is completely exposed. Oh god it feels like I'm in heaven right now and we've barely started. I moan lightly and my legs quiver as I struggle to hold my bladder. After my strong desire to urinate is amplified for about a minute, she removes the thermometer and my pussy calms back down. She puts my panties back in place as she stands back up, the sudden soft sensation nearly causes me to yelp. "Ms. Steele's bladder temperature is much higher than normal Dr. Cock, it seems as though your instincts were correct." Sorcha places the sticky thermometer back on the table. "Hmm..." Axel- I mean Dr. Cock strokes his chin. "I'll have to check her breathing then, make sure she's getting enough oxygen." Axel walks up to my right side and pulls off my bra with ease, letting my tommy knockers loose. He tries to hold back a grin but fails. I can tell he has a half chub already from the tenting boxers below his superior buff abs. He puts his ears into the upper part of the stethoscope that was around his neck and kneels down beside me. He places the other end directly onto my right nipple and holds the cold metal there. Once again the abrupt yet brief sensation causes my lower body to shake violently and I nearly piss again as I moan louder. "Fuck... Dr. Cock... I really have to go..." I beg. "Please hold it in Ms. Steele, it's for the good of your health that you do so." Axel speaks seriously but I know he's laughing on the inside. What a jerk. Ahh... fuck fuck... "Nurse, please be sure to check Ms. Steele's pulse." Axel commands as he puts the stethoscope on my left nipple instead. "Yes Doctor Cock, right away." Sorcha obeys. She pulls off my fancy red panties very sensually and slowly. Dammit if you do that too much I'll piss all over your face... ahh shit... it really hurts now. Axel puts the stethoscope in between my boobs like I'm giving it a titjob and a couple seconds later my undies are completely off. Just when I'm questioning how much longer I can endure this, Sorcha sticks two fingers into my vaginal canal and I let out another howl. Fuck fuck I think I'm leaking a little! Some urine dribbles onto Sorcha's digits but I hold back the rest. She laughs with delight as she keeps her fingers there pressed against my inner wall, unfazed. She's not even moving but damn I'm so close to cumming it's not even funny anymore. She's checking my pulse... through my pussy? Makes perfect sense to me. "Doctor I think we're losing her!" Sorcha gasps after about twenty seconds of silence. "We need to do the emergency enema right away!" The emergency what now? "Understood, let us hurry." Axel rushes to her side. He pulls out a very large pre-prepped syringe, it's full of water or saline I think and it's tip is made of plastic. It's huge like bigger than Axel's dick huge... fucker has to be almost two feet in length. Oh god the horror of the situation has finally dawned on me. Axel presses the tip of the syringe against my budding anus and it slips right inside. after a couple seconds I start to feel liquid enter my empty bowels and fill me up rather quickly... oh oh god! "Doctor! Ahhhhh!" I scream loudly. "It hurts! Hurts so much!" I swear my lower abdomen bulges slightly as it takes in all the water in the container. "There's no more room!" I complain and bitch but good god it actually is very painfully arousing and I feel my orgasm approaching fast. The pressure that my filled bowels are putting on my bladder is too much and I cry out in agony as my piss is forcefully released onto the world. At the same time the syringe squirts out of me and my anus blasts out loads of water and I cum harder than I ever have in my life as I feel the rush of two pressurized liquids leave my body at once. I'm pissing and shooting water out all over Axel's boxers but he doesn't care. I think our doctor/nurse/patient roleplay session is over now. "Nice thing about not having to shit anymore is that your butt can now do this without it being... unsanitary." Axel grins. I laugh as I continue to ride my orgasm and enjoy my intense pissing fest. Sorcha climbs ontop of me and presses her pussy into mine and moans lightly. "Good lord Vaine you're so fucking hot. Please excuse my language." Sorcha laughs through another blissful sigh. She rarely says fuck unless she's cumming so she must be so god damn horny right now as my golden fountain splashes around her most special body parts and coats both of us in thick streams of urine and sweat. Axel is still wearing his labcoat but he's otherwise naked now, enjoying the water that's gushing out of my butthole onto his cock as it grows to its full size. "God you're right, the salty liquid coming out of her ass right now is so damn warm." Axel groans with approval. Sorcha begins to hump my cunt like I'm some teenage girl's body pillow and I moan uncontrollably with delight as my pissing pussy continues it's thorough lubrication efforts. My entire soul is on fire and all my attempts at communicating only come out as loud lewd yells. "Ahhh! AHHHH!!!" I try to say something but I think I just cum again instead. Meanwhile the warm water coming out of my rectum slows down in intensity but the hot coffee coming out of my honeypot does not. I can feel Sorcha's humping get more and more intense as she's also losing herself in the moment. "Excuse me ladies..." Axel's deep voice is so sexy. "Allow me to... squeeze in." Axel sandwiches his massive bear cock in between our grinding pussies and the effect is immediate. "Ahh fuck Axel fuck I'm cumming!" Sorcha screams out with her heavenly voice as her cunt sprays girlcum all over the top half of Axel's dick, although it's probably hard to notice with all my piss splaying about every which way. His warm cock feels great by the way, I want it inside me but I also don't wanna be greedy. I'm glad Sorcha and I are enjoying it like this, it is so damn hot I've completely lost all my willpower. Not that I had any tonight to begin with but you know. Axel thrusts his dick back and forth, almost as if he's fucking a large ass that's not there. Meanwhile once Sorcha regains her senses she leans in towards me and begins making out with me profusely. My bound hands somehow came loose earlier I don't know how, but regardless I wrap my arms around her back and dig into her lips with my own. Our furiously sloppy kisses are completely silent against the other two overpowering sounds in the room, my pissing and Axel's gyrating. After enjoying this for about thirty or forty seconds or so, I'm close to cumming again for the third time when Axel says something again. "Time for the next stage..." Axel grunts heavily through his teeth as his cock slips out from between our vaginal lips. 'Heave ho." Axel laughs lightly as he jams his massive penis into Sorcha's asshole and she screams in ecstasy. She presses her cunt even harder into mine, forcing the piss to come out of my bladder at an even stronger rate than before. My anus starts to leak some water that's still in there from the pressure Sorcha is applying to it and we both cry out in blissful glee as another orgasm spreads through our bodies. "I need it..." I moan out between kisses. "Need more." "Alright hun... ahh." Sorcha responds while still being relentlessly buttfucked and doused in my piss. "I'm gonna ahh move back abit Axel do you have room for me to put my legs down?" "F-fffuck yes of course." Axel grunts, clearly close to shooting out his first long awaited load. Sorcha gets up off of my peeing cunt and puts both of her feet back onto the floor, causing my urine stream to flow in a singular path once again. It rains down on her tits but she doesn't seem to mind. With a giggle she bends over and presses her face against my sopping wet butthole, which still gives Axel access to her backdoor. Now my piss is spraying in an arch and landing somewhere between Sorcha's ass crack and Axel's johnson. She then begins to lick my anus with vigor, not caring about it tasting like pee I guess. I moan loudly at the sensation of her tongue playing with my butt while my pissing pussy continues to convulse. "FUCK... ...Hrng... That's hot." Axel gives Sorcha a semen enema that's so loud I can even hear the sexy sloshing sounds of her bowels filling up from here. Hell he ain't wrong, Sorcha is the sexiest person I know. Her skills are far superior to mine, in fact everything I've learned about how to pleasure women I learned from her so of course they are. As I'm enjoying getting anal rimmed I lose control of myself again and cum hard as Sorcha enjoys pushing out the jizz from her rectum. Regardless, we continue to have vigorous sex for the next few minutes until I finally stop peeing. By that time I'm panting heavily on the bed, my breasts rise and fall rather quickly and I'm downright bathed in my own urine. We only fucked for maybe seven minutes but it felt like hours, well the fucking only started once I was naked but still. Sorcha and Axel look tired as well but they're still standing. "We have one last thing we can give you... don't we Dr. Cock?" Sorcha's lustful eyes are so adorable I can't help but smile. "Ahh, yes. That." Axel seems happy at the suggestion as well. Sorcha climbs ontop of my belly, stopping just short of my breasts as she rests her perfect sweaty butt on my lower chest. Axel places his shaft against my honeypot, causing me to quiver once again. It's the same position it was in when he made the cock sandwich earlier. "Well then, I hope you enjoy your... gift." Sorcha teases as she rubs her pussy briefly. Within seconds, she begins to pee all over my torso and it feels amazing. A second or two later I hear Axel grunt as the exterior of his manhood gets instantly warmer and I hear and smell his strong piss instantly as he begins to use Sorcha's lower back, tail and ass as a urinal. Axel's pulsing dick on the outskirts of my cunt feels so good and the scent of both Sorcha and Axel at the same time is overpowering and amazing. Sorcha plays with my breasts softly while she pees which I welcome. I just lay there and enjoy being used as an anthro toilet. About four minutes pass and Sorcha stops urinating. Axel's stream ends about a minute after that. We finish Axel off with a two lady blowjob/handjob thingy after I stand up and kneel before him. As I do so the last of my anal water leaks out of me and I accidently let out a cute little fart. Axel's releases his final load of sperm after Sorcha and I tease the outside of his cock for like five minutes straight. His sticky sperm comes out in globby chunks and it gets all over our faces and tits and probably elsewhere as well. By this time we're all fucking exhausted... and we don't wanna bathe the rancid sexual scents off of us so we head to a hotel, probably the same one Paisou and I first boned in. Anyway Sorcha and I lay down on the bed and stain it fairly quickly with our satisfied stickiness as the room starts to smell as filthy as we are. Axel has a shower in the bathroom and bids us good night before he heads to his personal quarters. All in all though... that was a great day. I'm looking forward to November and the future that's in store for me and my girlfriend. I ask a Theta Sentinel to take an oldschool polaroid photo of us and it obliges. Sorcha and I each take a copy of it and I'm sure we'll treasure this memory for a long time.