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  1. Chapter 1: Set in Motion It began on a warm Spring night, as darkness encroached on the fleeting rays of late day sun. As with so many stories of this kind a chain of events, some entirely preventable and others not, were inconspicuously set in motion. This time it would be in the quiet suburban town of Smithville just past 9pm. The first link in that chain slid into place in the Lyon household as the Lyons’ son, Adam, swung open his bedroom door and immediately made a beeline for a different, smaller room in the house. Adam typically went to bed around 9pm each night however before that his preferred method of unwinding after a long school day was playing video games. Given the limited amount of time he had each night to play video games Adam had developed a penchant for trying to maximize potential gaming time by minimizing any disruptions to his recreational time. This meant that after dinner each night Adam would typically barricade himself in his room with snacks and a very large bottle of water so he would not need to leave and interrupt his gaming time until it was time for bed. This also meant of course that after hours of gaming in his bedroom, his 9pm bedtime was also the time of Adam’s final, typically very needed, potty break. Indeed, just as so much spring water had flowed out of the spout of Adam’s water bottle and into him, he now found himself in a position wherein his own personal spout was now nearly attempting to flow it’s own spring out of his body. Dashing down the hallway Adam kept one hand gripped on his spout through his pants while internally begging the spring not to flow into his own jeans but instead to wait just until he was in position over the toilet bowl so that his stream could connect with another body of water. It wouldn’t be too much longer now. He proved to himself just how close relief was by unbuttoning his jeans and lowering his zipper as he rounded the hallway corner to the room of his desire. Overcome with the thought of reaching his goal Adam did not even entertain the thought that there may have been one final obstacle in the way before promptly slamming into a wooden door at full speed with a thud. Rebounding from the sudden shock Adam involuntarily dropped his hands and for a fleeting moment a stream sprung forth from his boyhood, dampening small patches of his underwear as his spout swung free from his grip. Additionally, with it’s supports no longer in place Adam’s jeans fell to the ground leaving the boy dancing in his underwear trying desperately to turn off his personal tap. “Hey!” Adam shouted squeezing himself as hard as he could, “Who’s in there? I need to go!” “One moment!” Adam’s mom, Kathy, replied behind the door in a sing-song manner. After finishing drying her hands Kathy opened the bathroom door and was taken aback at the sight in front of her. Her son, nearly naked from the waist down and very obviously gripping his penis through damp briefs, was dancing from foot to foot – clearly on the verge of soaking her hallway carpet. “Mom please! I have to pee so bad!” Kathy did not looked amused. She crossed her arms and shot the boy a look. “What have I told you about waiting to the last second?” Adam was decidedly about to flow into his underwear and sputtered through an apology as quickly as he could. “Imsorrysorrysorrysorrypleaseletmepee! Iwontdoitagain!” His mother relented and moved from the doorway allowing Adam to rush in and slam the door behind her. “Some day that’s going to get you in serious trouble!” Kathy shouted after him. Adam was not a stranger to accidentally riding the fine line between warm underwear and proper relief. As such, after closing the bathroom door he initiated an emergency maneuver he had gotten into the habit of using to help avoid a very wet catastrophic failure: Adam found that in the last critical seconds of a pee emergency it was too much to attempt peeing through his fly and as such his solution was to forgo it entirely. Adam immediately slid his underwear down to the ground to join his jeans, leaving him bare bottomed in the bathroom and inches away from relief. Adam desperately hopped from the entry side of the bathroom to where he finally would be able to let loose the waters trapped inside him. However with Adam’s relief in sight and his lower half no longer having anything between them and open air the signal from Adam’s brain to drain his bladder came across much too soon and he began to whiz into his own hands. Leaving a trail behind him Adam finally made it to the porcelain bowl in front of him and hurriedly redirected his stream from himself to the water below his bare body. Loosening the grip on his wet hose Adam aimed his stream downward and breathed a final breath of relaxation as a the warm jet exiting his body picked up in strength. And as Adam’s spout continued to recycle the water back into the system he had originally taken it from the first link in his upcoming chain of events locked into place. Unbeknownst to Adam this would be the last proper potty break he would take in the next twenty four hours. That said, it would not be the last time his spout would spring a leak, just the last time it would be aimed at a toilet. Such is the crux of this story.
  2. Hi guys! This is my first post and I'm so excited. There's no desperation or wetting here, I just want to share with you a cute and beautiful piss in my garden. It was a good experience for me and I'd like to tell about it on this site. So, today I was holding at home, just because I wanted to have fun. I wasn't desperate, and I could have held it longer, but I was tired, and my bladder was already full, so I decided to relieve myself. I live in a private house, so I decided to go outside. It was about 10-15 degrees Celsius outside and I liked feeling this cold. We have a big garden and I like to pee there in the summer, just for fun. But this is my first experience of peeing outside when it's cold. So, I was excited. It was evening, and I saw a very beautiful sunset over the trees. The fallen yellow leaves on the ground were also beautiful. Despite the cold, I decided to take a walk, enjoying the view of the sunset and fall. It was so aesthetic and I liked it. While I was walking and looking at the beautiful sunset, my desperation became harder. In just a few minutes, I felt my bladder fill to its limit and I was forced to dance in place. It really became hard to hold it, and despite the fact that I still wanted to watch the sunset, and despite the cold, I had to find a place to urgently relieve myself. There was a slight problem with it. In the summer it didn't disturb me, because we have a lot of plants and bushes in the garden, behind the leaves of which none of the neighbors would be able to see me. But now, in late autumn, not a single leaf remains, and our entire garden is completely visible to our neighbors. I'm not worried about the neighbors seeing me, that's my secret fantasy. But while I live with my parents, unfortunately, I can’t afford it to myself. So, I couldn’t just sit down in the middle of the garden, I had to find a secluded corner between the greenhouse and the barn. It was narrow, but protected on both sides, and no one could see me. By that time, I needed to relieve myself so bad, I was jumping on the spot with impatience and felt that my cute pajama pants were about to get wet. So, I stood in the corner where I was going to do it and pulled off my soft, fluffy pink pajama pants with cotton black panties (which were already wet from drops that I couldn't hold back by that time). I felt the skin on my bare ass begin to prickle from the cold, and this only excited me more. I immediately squatted down over the pile of dry, blackened leaves on which I was standing and relieved myself, unable to hold it for a second longer. As soon as i squatted down, I heard my full urine flow hissing directly into the dry leaves, causing the sound to be muffled. I liked this sound so much. Because of the coat, I couldn't bend over to see my urine flow, although i usually like to look at it. But I enjoyed the sound and the feeling of relief that came immediately. I just hoped that I didn't get grandma's old shoes wet. I sighed loudly, feeling how pleasant and empty it became in my bladder, while I peed in the leaves with a powerful stream, lowering my pajama pants. I was happy to release a strong stream of urine after holding it in for a long time. It was especially pleasant to feel the contrast of the hot stream of urine against the cold air that touched my naked skin. The puddle of my piss quickly wetted a pile of leaves and flowed beyond them, flowing like a stream along the ground in front of me. But the best part was that I continued to look at the beautiful sunset before my eyes while i relieved myself. I squatted, pissed in the leaves and sighed with relief, without taking my eyes off the sky. A beautiful sunset sky, a fall garden aesthetic, cold air, and me, squatted and desperately peeing. That was perfect. I felt so good. Then I got up, joyful and with a feeling of great relief, and pulled up my pajama pants. I was looking at the sunset for a while, smiling, enjoying the moment, and then went into the house, leaving behind a pile of dry leaves wet from my hot urine on a cold night air. I hope I described everything accurately enough so that you can imagine this picture and enjoy it with me 🙂 It was too beautiful, I had to share this here. PS: forgive me for mistakes, English isn't my first language. PSS: I almost turned on while I was writing this 🙂 I attached a photo of the sunset I was looking at while I was peeing.
  3. Yet another Umi commission from @Zenkopan! This one stars Umi on a camping trip with her family deep in the woods where there's no access to proper facilities. Nature's Call Umi felt a light fall breeze flitter through her hair as she stepped through the winding trail before her. Leaves crunched under her feet and twigs and grass brushed against her long socks. She was kitted out in full hiking garb, thick tan pants and a dark blue button-down worn over a white t-shirt, and a backpack full of supplies strapped to her back. She paused for a moment and turned around, grabbing a large water bottle strapped to the side of her bag as she did so. She took a swig and glanced back at her parents, who were also accompanying her on the hike. Her mother was right behind her, still wearing clothes appropriate for an outdoor hike, with khaki pants and a matching high-waist jacket, and a white shirt underneath. Missing was the well-stuffed backpack, though the man behind her, wearing a brown coat and thick jeans, and stomping around in hiking boots, was carrying a bag big enough for the both of them. “Honey, could you pass me my water bottle?” Umi’s mom smiled. “Of course, here,” her father replied, handing her a large, half-full bottle. Umi’s mother joined Umi in taking a few swigs, and as the two finished, they all stopped and looked around. Around them was a thick, lush forest, tucked between the more mountainous areas around them. In the distance, the sounds of a steady-flowing river could be heard. The Sonada family was on a family vacation to one of their favorite hiking destinations. This forest was a rather unknown and rugged spot that Umi’s father had learned about when he was a kid from some locals, and he had kept it a secret outside of the Sonada family for years. Occasionally locals who knew the trail would also come up here, but other than that it was a very quiet and private trail. Perfect for Umi and the family, who loved to come up here and spend time together, in tune with nature and away from their usual troubles. Umi’s father placed his hands above his eyes like a visor and squinted up through the trees at the grey-white clouds above. “It’s a little overcast, but I don’t think it’s going to rain. It’s nice shade.” Umi’s mother nodded, “It’s definitely better than if we had gone over the summer, it would be brutal out here at this time of day.” “Speaking of, when are we stopping for lunch?” Umi asked. Her dad looked down at his watch and then looked up at the trail in front of them, “Soon. If I’m remembering right, there’s a nice clearing about fifteen to twenty minutes down the trail that would make for the perfect picnic spot, unless you’re both too hungry to wait that long?” “No, that works for me,” Umi nodded. “I’d definitely rather wait, if it’s such a lovely place to stop,” Umi’s mother smiled. “It is! Unless of course I’m mistaking this trail for the other one,” Umi’s dad joked. Umi and her mom laughed and shook their heads, all enjoying the calm atmosphere and the sights and signs of nature around them. Umi’s mother handed her water bottle back to her husband and stretched. Umi put her own water bottle away, stretching her legs and starting down the trail again. “Oh, Umi,” her mother called, seeing her start setting off, “Could you wait one more moment, I was going to make a quick pit stop.” Umi stopped and turned around, seeing her mother shuffling slightly, clearly less from desperation and more just to illustrate her need. Umi then felt a twinge from her own bladder. They had been hiking all morning without stopping, and Umi had been filling up, both from the tea she drank, but also from the water she was sipping down to stay hydrated on the long trail. “A-actually, I kind of need to go too,” Umi admitted. “‘Kind of’? You don’t have to be shy, we’ve been out on the trail for hours,” her mother teased. “I’m not shy,” Umi blushed, “I’m serious, I have to go a bit, but I could definitely hold it until lunch. Though, since we’re stopping anyway, we might as well go together.” “Alright, whatever you say, honey,” her mother smiled. Umi was telling the truth, but it was clear her mother thought she was saving face. Umi sighed and followed after her mom as the two headed just off the trail. They were less concerned with cover as they weren’t likely to get caught by anyone else with how remote the trail was, so really it was just to put distance between them and Umi’s father. As such, it didn’t take them long to find a relatively suitable spot. Umi’s mom danced in place slightly as she quickly unfastened her belt and pants. Umi hadn’t noticed any signs that her mom needed to pee before, but it was clear she was more than eager to go. Umi saw no reason to wait or put any distance between her and her mother, and so she simply unbuckled her own pants right next to her. Umi’s mother dropped and squatted first, her stream gushing out of her loudly as she tilted her head back and let out a relieved sigh. She had squatted behind a tree, and her stream splashed and trickled loudly against its roots. Umi squatted down next, her stream sprayed against a small rock embedded in the ground next to the tree, making a much more loud patter as it struck the hard surface. Both streams flowed down, eager to find the thirsty ground, and foamed slightly as they settled on the dirt. “I don’t know about you, but I really needed that,” Umi’s mother sighed, “I’m definitely getting older. Holding it through a hike like this used to be no trouble for me.” “Yeah,” Umi nodded in agreement, taking in the relief. Umi hadn’t really felt much before, but now that she was letting it out, she realized how full her bladder had gotten. She had subconsciously pushed the need to the back of her mind since she was having so much fun on the hike. She wouldn’t say she had been anywhere near desperate, but she was definitely glad they had stopped. With the two of them peeing, the ground had quickly saturated with water, and the pee flowing down began to quickly pool at the base of the tree. Umi’s mother stopped mid-stream and adjusted her position so her feet stayed out of the growing puddle. Umi merely opted to let the puddle flow around her shoes. They were hiking boots anyway, and she didn’t think she could stop her stream as easily as her mom had. After a few more moments, Umi’s stream trickled off and stopped, and Umi’s mom stopped soon after as well. She let out one final contented sigh, and then turned to Umi. “Oh, I forgot to grab the toilet paper from your father before we left. You have some in your bag, right?” “Yup, I’ll get it.” Umi stood up awkwardly, pants still pulled down and her hips arched forwards so she wouldn’t drip onto her pants or panties between her legs. She slung her bag over her shoulder and fished around in her bag until she found the pack of biodegradable toilet paper, folded neatly in a resealable plastic bag to keep it dry. She grabbed a few sheets and handed them to her mom, who was still squatting on the ground waiting, before she took a few for herself and quickly began wiping herself down. As soon as she was clean, she dropped the paper into their collective puddle in a wad, and it quickly wicked up their pee until it was saturated and mushed down into a wet blob. Her mother had also wiped herself up, and tossed the tissue on top of Umi’s, forming a pee-soaked wad that would wash away harmlessly when it next rained. Umi then pulled up her pants and panties, adjusting her position to be less awkward now that she was cleaned and properly clothed. Her mother stood up and pulled her own pants up in a swift, elegant movement, fastening her pants quickly. “Here,” Umi offered her mother a dab of hand sanitizer in the absence of a proper sink to wash their hands. Not a moment later, they were headed back to where they had left Umi’s dad. “Sorry about that, I really had to go,” Umi’s mother admitted openly to her husband upon their return. “No worries, I’m actually gonna take a leak too,” he replied, “Was just waiting for you two to get back.” “Alright, but before you do, can you pass me my water again please?” Umi’s mom asked. Umi’s dad nodded and once again handed Umi’s mother her water bottle, “Eager to fill up so soon?” “Oh stop it! I’m just staying hydrated.” Umi’s dad laughed at the reaction as he headed off into the woods, and Umi’s mom took a long swig from her water bottle. Umi herself had drank plenty before their pit stop, so she took the time to look around. There was a squirrel climbing a tree nearby, and a few birds were chirping. Umi could also hear the distant cawing of a crow, but she couldn’t spot it from here. It didn’t take her dad long to return, and once he stepped back onto the trail, they were off. Despite his joking from before, Umi’s dad had in fact remembered the trail correctly, and about fifteen minutes of light hiking later, the three emerged into a clearing where the trees gave way to soft grass, and light shined down from the overcast sky above. “This really is the perfect spot for a picnic!” Umi’s mother gushed. “Worth the wait, huh?” Umi’s father smiled. “It is lovely here,” Umi agreed. This really was a picturesque spot to eat lunch. “Umi, come help me unpack the food,” her father beckoned, setting down his large pack. Umi helped her father lay out the picnic blanket in the clearing and unpack their lunches, and soon the whole Sonada family was munching away happily as they enjoyed being out in nature. A few birds came by, likely attracted by the food, and Umi’s mom grabbed some mixed seeds from the larger backpack and fed them. Umi’s dad also grabbed a large container of green tea he had brought for them all to share, and passed it around. Umi poured some into a small travel cup and eagerly gulped it down, the last time she hydrated being after their pit stop. She also grabbed her water bottle and took a long swig of water. Umi didn’t mind the hustle and bustle of the city, and especially since she became a member of μ's, she definitely spent a lot of time there. However, out here, hiking in the middle of nature with her family, was always the most comfortable and cozy for her. After her meal, she sat there quietly, watching the birds and other animals fly and climb the trees around them. She watched the gentle breeze rustle the leaves around them, and watched the wispy grey clouds above as they rolled on through. They rested at the clearing for a little over an hour before finally deciding to pack up and continue on. The Sonada family still had the rest of the trail to go, and they also had plans to go canoeing later. Luckily, the trail they were on looped back to their campsite, and they had hiked the better part of it before stopping for lunch. While Umi and her family had been hiking all morning, it only took them another couple of hours to finish the loop and make their way back to where they had set up camp. Their camp was an old camp ground that had long since fallen out of popular use. Any facilities that used to be there had either been removed or torn down, though it was clear it was pretty bare-bones even before it had been basically abandoned. It wasn’t the kind of campsite with official maps or buildings and roads that people could easily access. Though, that suited Umi’s family perfectly. To get here, they had to drive up a dirt road and park a few kilometers away, then haul their tents and camping equipment the rest of the way. They had two tents set up now. A larger one for Umi’s parents, and a smaller one across the clearing for Umi herself. A canoe sat inverted by the rest of their supplies, and there was a pit in the center for building a campfire. On all sides, large trees overhung most of the clearing and offered a cozy canopy of shade. “Did you two want to go canoeing right away, or should we wait a bit? I know we’ve been going all morning,” Umi’s dad asked. “Let’s wait. I could definitely use a rest,” Umi’s mom suggested. “It might be nicer if we go out later, closer to sunset,” Umi agreed. “Works for me. In that case, I’m going to take a little nap.” With that decided, Umi also went back into her tent to rest, though she had no intention of napping. Instead, she sat down, grabbing her water bottle and taking a long swig to settle in after the long hike. She decided that while she was out here in nature, she should use the inspiration to write some songs for μ's, so she grabbed her notebook and began working. *** Umi had managed to finish a few rough drafts for some songs by the time the late afternoon rolled around. Of course she’d have to run them by Maki later and adjust things depending on the music, but for now, she felt particularly accomplished. She let out a contented sigh and a stretch and reached for her water bottle to take another sip, only to find it empty. Since she had finished writing, and it was probably around the time they should head out anyway, Umi climbed out of her tent. “Ah, perfect timing,” Umi’s mother smiled. She was sitting at the edge of the clearing, leaned right up against a tree with a blanket underneath her and a book in her hands. “I was just about to go wake your father.” “No need,” he called as he crawled out of the tent, letting out a yawn as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Oh, wonderful!” Umi’s mother smiled, “Shall we go, then?” “Sure, just give me a sec, I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, and then we can start packing up the canoe,” Umi’s dad motioned over his shoulder to the woods behind them. He then began heading off down a short trail to relieve himself. Naturally, such a rugged, barebones camp site didn’t have any toilets or facilities, so they had been making due by going off into the woods and finding suitable spots far enough away from the campsite. Umi’s mother turned to her, “I just went myself not too long ago, but do you need to go?” Umi gauged her level of need, but didn’t feel like she needed to pee. “No, I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” Umi’s mother asked, “There’s no need to be shy, you know.” “I’m not being shy, I really don’t need to go.” “Hm? Really?” Umi’s mother asked, teasingly, “Because earlier you also said you didn’t really need to go, but when we finally went, you peed as much as me, and I was getting pretty full.” Umi blushed, not realizing her mother had paid that much attention to her peeing from before, but she still shook her head. “I’m serious, I don’t need to go,” Umi insisted, “I come on these hiking trips all the time, I’m used to peeing out in the woods. It doesn’t embarrass me.” “Well, if you say you’re fine,” Umi’s mother nodded, though with a tone that indicated she still wasn’t entirely convinced by her daughter. Umi let out a light sigh. She really was perfectly comfortable peeing out in the woods, as long as there was ample privacy like in a remote area like this. There was a time where she had been a little shy about it, right when her parents had started taking her on the more advanced trails rather than the beginner trails that were well-maintained with bathrooms and other facilities, but out of necessity and practicality, she quickly grew out of that. There was always a bit of residual apprehension and feeling of being exposed, but apart from that, Umi was fine peeing in the woods when she needed to go. Of course, that wasn’t going to stop her mother from teasing her. Turning her attention back to preparing for their canoe outing, Umi started by heading over to their supplies and refilling her water bottle with purified, filtered water from a large camping canister. She took a few swigs before turning her attention to the canoe. She reached in and grabbed By the time her dad returned from the woods, she had gotten most of it prepped, packing it lightly with supplies and making sure they had the canoe paddles. Her father came over and helped finish getting the boat ready, and then nodded. “Can I get a hand to help carry this down, you two?” “Sure thing!” Umi replied. “Of course, darling,” her mother also answered, heading over to the canoe. The family all lifted it up over their shoulders and made their way down the trail to the river. It wasn’t a short trail, but luckily it was a relatively easy hike to get through, which was good, because carrying the canoe was cumbersome at best. As they made their way down, suddenly Umi felt a twinge of pressure from her bladder. It was more than a subtle urge, too. Umi pressed her thighs together between steps as she suddenly realized her need. She was surprised by how suddenly it had come on, especially since she hadn’t felt any urges earlier. Of course, that was now a problem. Not five minutes ago, Umi had been so insistent that she didn’t need to pee, and now she did. She wasn’t exactly in a position to excuse herself either. Even disregarding the fact that she was helping her parents carry the canoe, if she asked to be excused now, so soon after persistently rejecting needing to go earlier, her mother would never let her hear the end of it. On top of that, Umi really wanted to shake her mother’s misconceptions about her being too shy to pee outdoors. Suddenly admitting that she had to go now would do nothing but convince her otherwise. Thankfully, Umi didn’t have to go that badly, at least for now. She definitely had to pee, but she was nowhere near desperate. If she could hold it, at least for a bit, Umi could then naturally excuse herself later. Umi bit her lip as she gauged how full she was. It wouldn’t exactly be comfortable, but she hoped once they got canoeing, she’d be having enough fun to ignore it for the most part. First, though, they had to make it through the rest of the trail, which was easier said than done. Hiking was a pretty physical activity even when Umi wasn’t helping carry a boat, and it was hard to ignore her bladder when each step sent little jolts up her legs and into her abdomen. Trying to keep any shuffling to a minimum, Umi continued onwards down the trail. Thankfully, her mother was in front of her, and wouldn’t notice if Umi’s walk was a bit awkward from her need to pee. Her father might, but he was on the other side of the canoe, where it was harder to see her. Beyond that, outside of occasionally pressing her thighs together and buckling her knees when she walked, Umi gave little indication of her need. By the time they reached the end of the trail, Umi was grateful and eager to be able to stop and rest. The Sonada family placed down the canoe on a sandy river bank and Umi let out a sigh as she disguised her shuffling with stretch. Unfortunately, even though Umi no longer had to carry the canoe, her predicament was replaced with another; the river. It was beautiful, lined on either side with thick trees that rose up and arched over it with their branches, flowing slowly but steadily. Further in the distance there were the sounds of rapids, but those were further up the river. Ordinarily, Umi would be happy to take in the lovely sight. Of course, now all that water was doing was reminding Umi of her urge to pee, which was growing alarmingly fast. The hike had done her no favors, and she was really starting to regret not going earlier. Unfortunately, it still hadn’t been long enough since Umi had insisted to her mother she didn’t need to pee, so she would have to hold it through the canoe trip.” “Ready to go, everyone?” Umi’s father asked. “Yup!” Umi’s mom nodded. Umi nodded as well, and Umi’s dad pushed the canoe into the water and climbed in carefully. He helped his wife into the boat as well, and then they both helped Umi climb in. Stepping into a shaky canoe and having to balance on a full bladder was not fun, and Umi was forced to stand with her legs apart to keep her balance as she sat down. As soon as she did, she quickly pressed her thighs together and clenched her teeth as she fought off a wave of pressure. Even once everyone was sitting down, the constant splashes of the river against the canoe and the gentle bobbing of the boat was doing Umi’s bladder no favors. Still, as they pushed off from shore and began paddling down the river, Umi kept her legs pressed together and looked around, trying to enjoy the surrounding scenery. As best as she could, she tried to keep her squirming to a minimum and glanced around. The crystal clear water shimmered and rippled as the canoe gently pushed through it. It was hard to ignore the splashing sounds as they rowed, but Umi tried to focus more on the beauty. Fish swam underneath them and they could see underwater plants swaying back and forth in the current. “It’s lovely out here,” Umi’s mother smiled. Umi glanced back at her mom, as she was now sitting at the front of the canoe. She was tucking her hair behind her head with one hand as she gazed out at the river around them. However, Umi also noticed that she had her legs pressed tightly together, with one knee raised slightly over the other and her foot tapping against the floor of the canoe. Perhaps it was because she had to pee, but Umi thought that maybe her mother had to go as well. Umi didn’t want them to cut their canoe ride short, but she secretly hoped that was the case. If her mother asked to pee, Umi could simply accompany her without raising any questions. Her mother could hardly tease her if she also had to go, especially after saying she just went not too long ago. Though, since her mother had apparently gone shortly before she left the tent, Umi wasn’t about to get her hopes up. Either way, Umi’s mother didn’t voice any desire to end the canoe ride, so the Sonada family continued to row down the river, taking in the sights and sounds around them. As much as Umi wanted to enjoy the lazy float down the river, it was getting harder and harder to ignore her bladder. Her need had escalated quickly, likely due to her already needing to go and just not feeling it earlier. Her urge would rise and fall with the bobbing of the canoe, and even though she wanted to squirm and wriggle, she was forced to keep relatively still. Otherwise, her desperate movements would transfer to the canoe and her parents would definitely notice. “Honey, could you grab me my water?” Umi’s father asked suddenly, motioning to the bottle stowed away in the canoe’s storage compartment. “Oh, sure thing,” Umi’s mother nodded. She bent forwards to reach the bottle, and Umi caught her wriggle slightly as she fished around for the water bottles. When she found it, she passed it back to her husband, and Umi winced at the sloshing sounds as he took a big swig, as if the sounds of the river around them weren’t bad enough. A few moments later, Umi was hit with her first real wave of desperation. She had been fighting the gentle pusles of pressure, but this one hit her all at once, and she was forced to dance and squirm as she fought back her urge. “Umi, are you alright? You seem uncomfortable,” Umi’s mother asked. “I’m fine, mom,” Umi lied. Just as she feared, as soon as she showed an outward sign of her urge, her parents noticed. “Are you sure? It looks like you need to pee. I told you you should’ve gone earlier.” Umi sighed. There was no point in hiding it. Now that her mom was clued in, she was sure she’d notice her subtle tells of needing to go. “I really didn’t have to go before, but I kind of do now,” Umi replied, trying to downplay her need. “We could cut the boat ride short,” Umi’s husband offered. “N-no,” Umi shook her head. Even though she had to pee, she didn’t want to cut things short and ruin it for her parents, “I can hold it.” “Holding it in is bad for you, sweetie,” Umi’s mother said, “Besides, I have to go too. I know I said I went earlier, but I must be getting older. I filled up again pretty fast.” “I’ll pull up along the shore, then,” Umi’s dad said. “Actually, why don’t we just go here?” Umi’s mother suggested. “W-what do you mean?” Umi asked. “I mean, we’re out over a river. We can just go over the edge.” “It’s no big deal, girls. I can just pull over to the river bank. We can always get back on the water, if that’s what you’re concerned about,” Umi’s father replied. “There’s not really a good place along this part of the river to land the canoe,” Umi’s mom pointed out. Sure enough, the once sandy river bank had given way to a rocky shore, “Besides, I learned this trick specifically because you used to hate stopping these boat rides short, remember?” Umi’s dad scratched the side of his face, “I don’t really remember that, though I guess I’ve been stubborn about stopping in the past.” “Are we really going to just go over the edge, right here?” Umi asked, blushing. “There’s no need to be shy,” Umi’s mom smiled, “No one’s out here but us, and your father’s going to turn around, aren’t you, darling.” “O-of course,” Umi’s father nodded, flustered, and turned around as instructed. “I’ll show you how it’s done. You have to balance properly or you could tip the canoe.” Umi’s mother scooted over to the side of the canoe and squatted over the edge, pulling her pants and panties down. She leaned the rest of her body back over the canoe so her weight was still mostly centered, though the canoe swayed. Umi shuffled as she watched her mom continue to tune her balance until the canoe was relatively stable, and then she relaxed. Her stream started immediately, trickling into the water below. It splashed and pattered as Umi’s mom was careful not to let it hit the side of the canoe. Watching someone else pee did Umi’s bladder no favors, and she squirmed and squeezed her thighs together as she watched her mom pee. She must’ve been well hydrated, as the pale golden liquid nearly disappeared into the otherwise clear stream. Despite this, it still splashed and bubbled as it hit the water, foaming up as the faint color mixed with the river and flowed further down. Luckily for Umi, her mother didn’t pee for that long. Something unsurprising since she mentioned going not too long ago. Her stream trickled off and she motioned to the canoe’s storage compartment. “Could you grab me a tissue, please?” Umi nodded, leaning over to grab the toilet paper from the compartment. The motion put her weight on her bladder and Umi clenched her teeth as she felt a spike of urgency. She fought back a leak and quickly handed her mom the paper and watched her quickly clean herself up. Since the toilet paper was biodegradable, Umi’s mom wadded it up and tossed it into the river, where it quickly soaked up the water and turned transparent. Umi could barely track it as it floated down the river and was broken up by the current. “Nothing to it,” Umi’s mother smiled, “It’s trickier than it looks.” Umi blushed and opened her mouth to ask if she really needed to pee over the edge like this. However, after watching her mother pee, Umi really didn’t want to wait any longer, and peeing out in the open like this would hopefully prove that she wasn’t embarrassed to pee outdoors like her mother seemed to think. Of course, this situation was totally different. In the woods she would usually go alone, or just with her mother like last time, and back at camp they had designated zones so the girls would never accidentally run into Umi’s dad or vice versa. Now, however, he was right there, and Umi was still a little uncomfortable with the thought of going right in front of a man, even though he was her own father, and turned around. In the end, though, Umi’s need won out, and she scooted over to the edge of the canoe. She fiddled with her pants and pulled them down, trying to squat over the edge just like her mother. She couldn’t quite get it down, leaving her squirming in an awkward position with her butt hanging over the side of the boat as she tried to get the right balance. The canoe swayed and jostled, and Umi let out a spurt over the edge before she had fully gotten into position. The short taste of relief sent her bladder into overdrive, and Umi quickly finished getting into position before opening the floodgates. Her stream splashed and sprayed messily as it gushed out of her, and Umi realized her mother must’ve been controlling her stream better. Umi tried to slow her flow, but failed, and her pee sprayed messily against the side of the canoe. Blushing, Umi simply let it flow at full-force, bubbling and foaming as it splashed loudly against the surface of the otherwise calm river. Umi let out a relieved sigh as she continued to pee, briefly forgetting her embarrassment or the teasing gaze of her mother as she let it show just how badly she needed to go. She closed her eyes and simply listened to the sounds of her pee trickle against the water. What was once the agonizing noise of running water was now the sound of blissful relief. She peed for much longer than her mother, and when she was finally done, she could see the telltale yellow wisps still mixing with the flow of the river around her. Her pee was still clearly visible in the crystal clear water, though it was quickly being washed away. The place where her stream had splashed against the outside of the canoe was bobbing up and down in the water as well. By the end of their trip, it would be thoroughly rinsed of all traces of Umi’s little accident. Umi quickly cleaned herself up with the toilet paper and, just like her mother, she dropped it into the river. The wad unraveled and greedily soaked up the water around it, quickly being washed away and slowly dissolving, just like the one from before. Umi then fixed her clothes and said, “Okay dad, you can turn back around now, we’re done.” Umi’s father nodded and turned around, and Umi still felt her ears burning at the thought of her dad having heard them both peeing over the edge. She also remembered her mother saying she learnt the trick because of him, and she shook her head as she tried not to think about how often that happened when she wasn’t around. “Well, now that you girls are taken care of, we can continue our trip!” Umi’s and her mother both nodded, and Umi tried to focus on the river around her rather than what she had just done. The plus side was, now that she no longer had to pee, the calming sounds of the rippling water and the splashes of their paddles weren’t a nuisance, and she could enjoy the experience. The Sonada family spent a good length of time out on the water, lazily paddling down the river and then turning around and paddling up, the slow current giving little fight as they rowed back up to the trail back to their campsite. The sun was beginning to set by the time they landed back on the sandy shore, and as they were dragging the canoe out of the water, Umi’s dad looked up at the sky. “The clouds are pretty angry over there, looks like it might be a rainy night.” “Oh dear,” Umi’s mother frowned, “Well, let’s hurry back to the campsite for dinner.” “Yeah, we wouldn’t want to get caught out in that,” Umi agreed. They quickly lifted the canoe and began carrying it back to their campsite, trying to make good pace. Luckily, the clouds, while clearly signaling a storm, were still quite the distance away. Still, Umi couldn’t help but glance towards them from time to time, worried about how bad the storm might get that night. *** Upon their return to the campsite, the Sonada family prepared and ate a quick meal, and Umi and her dad set upon the task of preparing the campsite for the storm. They made sure their supplies were secure and covered, and put up rain tarps over their tents for extra protection. Just as Umi was finishing tying the tarp over her tent, she felt a drop of water hit her nose. Then another hit the top of her head, and very suddenly a steady rain began falling. “Here it comes!” Umi’s father called, quickly hurrying into his tent, where Umi’s mother was already sheltering. Umi herself quickly rushed to get out of the rain before it totally soaked through her clothes, and as soon as she was in her tent, she quickly changed out of them and into her pajamas. Outside, the rain was steady, and she could hear it loudly pattering off the tarps of her’s and her parents’ tents. She let out a sigh of relief, glad they had managed to get them up in time. With the rain trapping her inside, Umi decided to go to bed. She had already written earlier and while she had also brought some books and other things she could do in the comfort of her tent, she was exhausted after such a long day. She laid out her damp clothes to let them dry, grabbed her pillow and a sleeping bag, and made sure her water bottle was within reach so she wouldn’t have to get up if she was thirsty. She took a good gulp from it to quench her thirst and set it down before crawling into the sleeping bag and closing her eyes. Umi nodded off rather quickly, and managed to sleep for a few hours before being awoken by an all-to-familiar sensation. Her bladder was starting to fill up again, and it sent a nagging signal that ripped Umi out of her light sleep. She shuffled in her sleeping bag and frowned. I have to go? Well, I guess I didn’t go after dinner… Umi hadn’t needed to go after dinner, and she wanted to avoid mentioning peeing again after the incident on the boat. Not only that, but she had been focused on preparing for the storm, and hadn’t had a good opportunity to slip off even if she needed to. Of course, now that it was raining, Umi couldn’t exactly casually walk out into the woods and go now, at least without getting soaked. She had packed light and needed the clothes she had laid out to dry for tomorrow. An extended trip to find a place to go would thoroughly soak them, and they wouldn’t dry by tomorrow. Not to mention Umi wasn’t really keen on going out in such a downpour in the first place. I don’t have to go that bad, I’ll just go back to sleep. Hopefully the storm passes by morning. Umi curled back up, pressing her thighs together as she laid back down in her sleeping bag. Trying to fall asleep was trickier now that she was aware of the pressure building up in her bladder. She tried to push the sensation to the back of her mind, but as soon as her body would relax, her bladder would send her another signal, and it would bring the slight but slowly growing urge to the forefront of her mind. Umi rolled over, rubbing her thighs as she tried to ignore her body’s nagging. Slowly but surely, even with her filling bladder, Umi managed to fall asleep once again. Suddenly, a loud boom of thunder shook Umi’s tent, and she was jolted awake from her sleep once more. Her muscles spasmed as she jumped from the shock and Umi had to clamp her thighs together to prevent herself from letting out a leak just from surprise. Although she had managed to fall asleep again, she didn’t feel any more rested, and it was still just as dark and stormy out as it had been when her bladder had woken her up the first time. This time, however, her need was much worse. Not just from the sudden thunderclap, but she had also been asleep long enough to fill up considerably. Umi squirmed around in her sleeping bag. She had to go much more now, and she doubted she’d be able to fall asleep again. After a few futile attempts at trying, Umi wriggled in frustration and turned her attention outside. It was still pouring rain, perhaps harder now than it had been earlier. Not only was the rain trapping her in here, but the constant sound of pattering against the tarp and trickling water as the rain came down was doing her bladder no favors. Umi weighed her options. She wasn’t going to fall back asleep with her bladder’s constant nagging, and she was somewhat worried that if managed to, she wouldn’t wake up dry. She could change and go out and hope her clothes dried by tomorrow, but she knew they would be drenched and with the humid air from the rain outside, she knew that was unlikely. Her other option was going out in her pajamas, but that would leave her with nothing to sleep in but her underwear, and while this campsite was remote and the only other people here were her parents, Umi still didn’t like the idea of only sleeping in her underwear out here. Umi rubbed her knees together and squirmed in her sleeping bag as she realized her only option was to wait out the storm. She steeled herself and tried to think about anything but her bladder. She first tried to focus on the lovely hike in nature or the canoe ride, but her mind kept going back to her peeing in the woods with her mom, and peeing over the edge of the canoe. Each time she imagined it, her bladder begged her for release, and she recalled how good it felt to finally let go. Umi snaked a hand down between her legs and held herself as she tried to focus on the other parts of the trip so far, but all she could think about right now was the river, the rain outside, and peeing. Umi then tried to think about things not related to the trip, like μ's and school. She thought back to the songs she had written earlier, but unfortunately she had exhausted all her ideas and brainstorming earlier. Attempting to distract herself now only led to her imagining lyrics for a song about being trapped somewhere and needing to pee. There was no way she was going to write a μ's song like that. Umi felt the pressure in her abdomen spike as her bladder fought against her attempts to hold it in. She bit her lip and rolled over again, doing a desperate dance from within her sleeping bag. She unzipped the side a little, as her constant squirming and the efforts of holding was making the sleeping back uncomfortably hot. She wound up laying on her back, rubbing her abdomen with one hand as she rubbed and shook her legs against each other, the other hand clamped firmly down on her crotch. This is bad. I don’t know if I can hold it until the rain stops. Umi once again tried to distract herself, this time by thinking about their plans for tomorrow. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure about them anymore now that the weather had changed. If worse came to worse, they might have to wait for a break in the storm and quickly pack up and head home early. Umi sincerely hoped that wouldn’t happen. As she felt another desperate wave come over her, she clenched her teeth and squirmed, silently cursing the rain for trapping her in and potentially ruining the rest of their trip. An hour ticked by agonizingly slowly, with Umi feeling her bladder steadily filling up all the while. Her mouth was dry from her heavy breathing as she squirmed and danced in her tent, trying to focus on anything but her desperation. She glanced over at her water bottle, mocking her from beside her sleeping bag. She was a bit parched, and reasonably knew she needed to drink, but the last thing she wanted was to throw proverbial fuel on the fire and fill her body with more fluid that would eventually make its way into her already full bladder. Eventually, though, she gave in and took a few tentative sips. The water quenched her thirst and hydrated her sandy throat, but immediately she felt her bladder spasm in protest. She squeezed her thighs together and rubbed the back of her calf with her other foot, and nursed her abdomen with her free hand. Through her thin pajamas, she could feel a slight bulge beginning to stretch out, right where all the pressure was. Umi once again turned her attention to the rain, which was still coming down hard and giving no signs of stopping. She wondered if it would be worth running out there in her pajamas. She’d have to sleep in her underwear, but despite her misgivings, there really was no one around to see her. Umi seriously considered it, but in the end, she just couldn’t bring herself to go out there. She knew that despite her desperately wanting the relief in the moment, that she’d just feel way too exposed and vulnerable for the rest of the night. I just have to hold it. I just have to hold it. Even as Umi chanted this to herself, she realized that was easier said than done. It didn’t even sound like the storm was close to ending, but Umi knew her body was growing closer and closer to her limits. She couldn’t keep still for a single moment, and she could feel her legs shaking and quivering as she fought desperately to keep all the pent-up pee inside of her. Her swollen bladder was sending her wave after constant wave of pressure, making it near impossible to focus on anything else but her need to pee. Every time a jolt of desperation hit her, Umi was more and more afraid she’d be able to keep herself from leaking. Umi rolled over again and scrunched her body up, clamping down on her crotch with both hands as she struggled and squirmed. Suddenly, a particularly strong wave of desperation struck her, and Umi gasped. She grasped herself hard and willed her bladder muscles to keep fighting, but she felt a small leak escape out into her panties. I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore! With the storm outside showing no signs of subsiding any time soon, Umi jolted upright. She was at her limit. She needed to pee right then and there, or she was going to flood her pajamas and sleeping bag. She once again considered leaving the tent and just dealing with wet pjs, but she was so close to losing control that with the rain hitting her, she was sure she wouldn’t even make it out of the campsite before she wet herself. Instead, she frantically searched around her tent for anything she could use as a container. Unfortunately, she didn’t really have any suitable vessels. She didn’t carry a portable toilet around in her bag, and only other watertight container she had on hand was her water bottle. There was no way she was peeing into that, and even if she wanted to, it was pretty full with water. She’d have to frantically chug it down, and would likely wet herself before she emptied it sufficiently. The only other things Umi had were some snacks and supplies packed away in her backpack. No, no no no! I’m gonna wet myself! There has to be something! Squirming in place with her hand desperately clamped over her crotch, Umi used her free hand to rummage around in her backpack, frantically searching for something to use. She felt herself leak again and gasped as she squeezed her thighs together with all her might, feeling her legs quiver and shake from sheer desperation. Suddenly, realization hit. The grocery bag her snacks were held in. Outside of some resealable plastic bags containing supplies that couldn’t get wet, and thus had to remain in the waterproof bag, the grocery bag was the only thing in Umi’s pack that could potentially hold the pent-up flood threatening to burst out of her. Umi wasted no time, quickly dumping out the snacks and practically tore down her pajama pants and panties. She maneuvered into an awkward half-stand, half-squat as she positioned the bag underneath her. She let out a hot spurt involuntarily that splashed onto the edge of the bag, nearly missing, and Umi desperately clamped her bladder muscles shut just long enough to reposition. That was the last of the holding her bladder could take. Immediately afterwards, pee burst out of her in a loud, hissing stream. It sprayed against the plastic bag, moving it with its sheer force and making a distinct, crinkly sound. It almost sounded like someone frying food or static from an old tv. It was loud and filled the tent, and if it hadn’t been raining, Umi would’ve worried her parents would hear her. Then again, if it hadn’t been raining, Umi wouldn’t have had to resort to the bag in the first place. Umi cared very little about that right now. All she could focus on was the blissful relief. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, feeling goosebumps travel up her body. The pressure in her abdomen was still immense, but she could slowly feel it subside as sensations of her desperate need were replaced with a warm tingling that washed over her and fogged up her mind. Suddenly, however, the possibility of there being a hole in the bag to leak crossed Umi’s mind, and she snapped out of her haze and glanced down frantically. Luckily, there were no leaks in the bag, and her pee pooled and filled it as she continued to pee full force. It foamed and swirled as Umi continued to empty her bladder into it, the sound as loud as it had been when Umi started. Slowly, however, the pressure of Umi’s stream began to subside, and soon her stream tapered off and turned into a few dribbles before finally stopping. She forced out one final spurt to ensure her bladder was truly empty. She wanted to make sure she wouldn’t need to pee again before the rain stopped. Umi then turned her attention to wiping herself up, which was awkward to do while holding a shopping bag full of her pee. She managed to pass both handles to her left hand and grabbed some tissues with her right before wiping her crotch and discarding the toilet paper into the bag. It soaked up her pee and half-dissolved into a mushy wad that floated on the still-foaming surface. Umi then carefully placed the bag on the floor in the corner of the tent, lifting it into a shape where she could tie off the handles and it wouldn’t leak. Her knot wouldn’t be watertight, so she made sure it was stationary and secure as she sealed it up and returned to her sleeping bag. She blushed at the thought of what she had done, feeling particularly embarrassed about peeing in her tent, in a plastic bag of all things. But it had been necessary. She had really hit her limits, and by the sounds of it, the storm still wasn’t anywhere close to stopping. As Umi settled back down, still feeling the warmth of relief, she thought about what she would do about the bag in the morning. If she was lucky, she could sneak off before her parents woke up and drain it without them seeing it. She’d still have to bring the empty bag back and throw it into their designated trash bag, but as long as she could do that without being seen, she doubted her mom or dad would go sifting around in the trash and find it. If her parents were already awake, though… Umi shook her head. She didn’t want to think about how to sneak the bag out of her tent with her parents there, or leaving it sitting in the corner as they went about the day’s activities. Instead, she pushed the thought to the back of her mind and closed her eyes. Now that she didn’t need to pee, the sounds of the rain outside calmed and relaxed her, and lulled her into a relaxing sleep. The End
  4. It's been far too long since I posted here, and I've built up a backlog of stories from commissions I've done. This one's a commission by @Zenkopan staring Umi, Kotori, and Honoka from Love Live! I hope you guys enjoy! Also, sorry not sorry for the pun title. It entered my brain and I knew I couldn't NOT name the story that, even if it's a bit cringy. A Midsummer Hike's Stream Umi stared out the windows of the old bus excitedly as it drove up the winding road into the mountains. Beside her were Honoka and Kotori, chatting happily yet less enthusiastically as they felt the bumpy road shake the bus’s frame and watched as the road narrowed up ahead. Umi had invited the two of them to take a short day trip up into the mountains with her, and she was excited for the hike ahead. Umi herself hadn’t gone hiking in quite a while. She had been quite busy with μ's and her other responsibilities, and the last few times she had gotten a short break, the weather hadn’t been the best for hiking, so she wound up postponing her trip multiple times. That was until one of μ's lives had taken them up where they were now, near a popular hiking trail. The others had already gone home to rest after a successful show, but Umi wasn’t about to miss the chance to hike a popular spot she had heard so much about. Not to mention the weather was finally perfect-- not too hot nor too cold, and clear skies the whole day-- and so here she was. Honoka and Kotori were there more for the opportunity to spend time together with Umi rather than for the hiking itself, though that wasn’t to say they weren’t looking forward to it. They were all dressed and packed for the occasion. Umi was wearing a simple white and blue t-shirt that was neither too tight to restrict her movements, nor too loose to catch on stray twigs and branches. She had a brimmed cap to keep the sun out of her eyes, and had on a pair of shorts with hiking boots and long socks. Next to her was a lightweight but fully-packed bag of supplies and food for the trek. Honoka and Kotori were also dressed pretty well, though perhaps not as prepared as Umi was. Kotori was wearing a green t-shirt and a white skirt with black bike shorts underneath, as well as comfortable looking sneakers. Honoka was wearing a light orange blouse left unbuttoned over a black shirt and denim shorts, though her sandals were definitely less appropriate footwear. They both had their own packed backs of hiking supplies, courtesy of Umi helping them through the process. Although they were both packed much lighter than Umi, since if they needed anything she could always lend them supplies from her bag. The bus finally slowed as it pulled into the entrance to the hiking trail, and Umi and the other two eagerly stood up. They stretched their legs as they stepped off the bus, and Umi closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath as she looked around. There was a station at the start of the trail with restrooms and amenities, as well as a large map and signage clearly designating the correct path as it weaved its way up into the mountains. “Wow, there’s a lot more people here than I expected,” Honoka looked around, surprised. Sure enough, around them there was quite the crowd, a number of groups ranging from families looking like they were here for a picnic to hikers fully kitted out with large backpacks stuffed with supplies. It wasn’t just Honoka who was surprised. This was a lot more people than Umi expected to see, even for a well-known trail during a popular season for hiking. “Yeah, I’m surprised it’s so busy,” Umi agreed. “Maybe it’s because of the show yesterday,” Kotori pointed out, “We weren’t the only group performing, and there were a lot of people there.” “Oh! You really think some of these people might have seen our live yesterday?” Honoka asked excitedly. Umi looked around again nervously, “I don’t know, I kind of hope not.” “Why not?” Kotori asked, tilting her head to the side. Honoka seemed equally confused. “I guess it would feel weird to be recognized here,” Umi answered, “I’m used to hiking being a personal hobby, so I guess I’d rather not worry about other people knowing who we are.” Honoka and Kotori nodded, and Honoka replied, “I can kind of see that.” It was clear from her tone she didn’t quite agree with Umi on this one, even if she understood where she was coming from. Then again, it was unfair of Umi to expect her to fully understand. Honoka wasn’t into hiking as much as Umi was, so to her, this probably just felt like another day out. For Umi, however, this was something she enjoyed deeply, and wanted to keep it personal. “Anyway, we should set off on the trail,” Umi encouraged them, “It’s a pretty long path, and I want to give us plenty of time to rest once we reach the end before turning back.” “Sounds good!” Kotori nodded. “Let’s go!” Honoka beamed enthusiastically, charging ahead. Umi rushed up to catch up to her before she stepped out onto the trail and grabbed her hand, holding her back from running ahead carelessly. “Stick with me, you two. I know I helped you set up the map and trail path on your phones which should still work if we lose phone service, but it’s still possible to lose the GPS signal or have them malfunction. I packed us paper maps, but they’re harder to navigate, so we can still get lost if we’re not careful. This is a pretty popular, well-marked trail and there’s a lot of people here, so it’s not that dangerous, but we should play it safe and make sure to stick together.” “R-right,” Honoka nodded. With that, the three girls stepped out onto the trail proper and began hiking. Umi took in a deep breath of the fresh mountain air as she walked. Since they were still relatively close to the entrance, there were a lot of trail markers and signs along the path for those just entering, but soon they gave way to trees and bushes and rocks rising up ahead of them at a slight incline. The trail beneath Umi’s feet had been packed down and trampled by numerous other hikers over the years, and was clearly delineated, with only the occasional root or patch of dead leaves beneath her. Short bushes and shrubs brushed against her legs, hence her long socks as she led the way. She wondered if Honoka was regretting her decision to wear only sandals as the leaves and short grasses brushed against her exposed feet. “Wow, it’s so pretty out here,” Kotori noted, looking up at the canopy of trees above them, watching the mid-morning light filter through. The shadows the leaves casted danced as a light breeze brushed past them. “It is really peaceful,” Honoka agreed, closing her eyes. She looked like she could fall asleep standing up. “It is, isn’t it?” Umi beamed. This was what she loved about hiking, and she was glad she was sharing it with the other two. At first she had been worried that she was more-or-less dragging them with her on the trip, but getting to share the peace and beauty of nature made her reconsider. As they continued to hike, however, some of that peace would get disturbed. They ran into a family who seemed to be hiking back down the trail. Umi, Honoka, and Kotori were forced to slip to the side of the trail to let them pass, and the whole way they could hear an excited little kid making a lot of noise with some toy they brought along. Not too long after, they had to pass someone on the trail again, an old couple arguing about something or other and once again disrupting the quiet morning. After that it was a couple who kept gushing at each other about how romantic a hike through nature was. And then another larger group of older, gruff men who, despite being morning, were drinking beers and making a bit of a scene. Umi let out a slight sigh, and turned to the others, “Sorry, it’s normally not this crowded on a trail like this.” “Oh no, it’s fine!” Kotori smiled, raising her hands up defensively. “I’m not bothered! And it’s still really nice when it’s quiet like this, right?” Honoka pointed out. Umi looked around again and took in the trail, trying to focus on the chirping of birds and the quiet rustling of the leaves instead of the rowdy crowds making their way both up and down the mountain trail. “Yeah, it’s still nice,” Umi nodded, “I’m just not used to it being so crowded when I come out on a trip like this. I wanted you guys to experience a nice, quiet hike.” “Well, maybe it’ll be quieter up ahead?” Kotori suggested. “Speaking of which, how much further do we have?” Honoka asked. Umi glanced down at the map on her phone, “We’re almost halfway through the trail. We’ve only been hiking for about an hour.” “Wow, really?” Honoka asked, “It feels like we’ve been hiking for way longer than that!” “Keep in mind, we’re hiking up an incline, so it probably feels like more work,” Umi pointed out. “You also mentioned still being tired from yesterday,” Kotori reminded her. “Oh yeah, we did do a lot of dancing for the show,” Honoka recalled, “My legs are still kind of sore.” “We can take a break, if you want?” Umi offered. “No, that’s fine, let’s keep going! I want to make sure we get up to the end of the trail by lunchtime, I’m already getting hungry!” Umi nodded. In truth, this wasn’t the greatest place to rest anyway, but she didn’t want to push her friends, especially knowing that they had tagged along mostly for her sake. Still, she reached around for her bag and grabbed her water bottle, holding it up. “Let’s go, but first, don’t forget to stay hydrated, you two! We’re getting plenty of shade, and it’s not too hot, but it is warming up and keeping yourself hydrated while hiking is important!” The two nodded, grabbing their water as well, and all three took a few big swigs before setting off again. Thankfully, once they were past the halfway point, the people they managed to run into along the way were much more bearable. There was a friendly older woman who clearly enjoyed hiking and the outdoors, and stopped to chat with them. She was pleased to see the younger generation taking interest in nature. There was also a family resting by a few rocks halfway up the path, much quieter and less rowdy than the family they passed by earlier. As Umi walked, she was able to take in the scenery and sounds around her. The forest grew a bit sparse as they got higher up the mountain, though the path ahead was still forested and they had plenty of shade from the trees ahead. The dirt between them changed to gravel and rocks that crunched underneath their feet, and around them birds, small animals, and cicadas chirped around them, providing a relaxing ambiance. Umi could also hear the tell-tale signs of running water. Apparently the main attraction of this particular hiking trail was a waterfall that sat at the end, flowing from a spring higher up the mountain. Umi was excited to finally see it for herself. As she walked, though, she noticed a telltale nag from her bladder. It wasn’t anything urgent, but from the sounds of the waterfall up ahead and the water she had been drinking on her hike, she had definitely been filling up. She shuffled slightly as she walked and looked at her other two friends. Kotori looked fine, but as she watched Honoka walk behind her she noticed that she was glancing around somewhat nervously, and she was shaking her leg slightly whenever they stopped. “Do either of you need a break?” Umi asked, turning back towards them, “We’ve still got about a quarter of the trail left to go.” “I’m fine,” Kotori shook her head. Both her and Umi turned to Honoka. “I’m good too! Just a little tired, is all,” Honoka smiled, “But if we’re almost there, I can rest when we get to the top!” Umi frowned. Was she wrong about Honoka needing to go? Her friend wasn’t usually shy about announcing her needs, so maybe she was just feeling sore in her legs. Umi shook her head. She took another swig from her water bottle and set off again. This time, however, she watched Honoka more closely. She definitely seemed a bit restless, and her pace had slowed down somewhat, but she wasn’t sure if she had to pee or not. Umi herself felt her own urge grow. Perhaps it was because she was worried about Honoka, or perhaps it was simply because they were growing closer to the distant sounds of rushing water as they reached the end of the trail. Surprisingly, however, it was Kotori, not Honoka, who finally spoke up. “Hey, Umi,” Kotori looked over at her friend nervously, “Is there a restroom at the end of the trail?” The question caught Umi off-guard, seeing as how Kotori seemed perfectly fine, and it was Honoka Umi was more worried about. “No, this isn’t a campsite or a more commercial sightseeing spot, so there probably won’t be any toilets up ahead,” Umi answered. “Oh,” Kotori looked around worriedly. “Oh, so I guess we just go in the woods, then?” Honoka asked. “Yeah,” Umi nodded, “It’s pretty common for hikers to just head deep enough off the trail so no one sees them to go, especially since it’s rare for all but the most public trails to have any facilities set up.” “Oh, I thought I saw an outhouse set up near the start of the trail, so I kind of just assumed,” Honoka frowned, shuffling in place, “I wish I’d known. I’ve been holding it in for a bit, but I wanted to make it to the end because I thought there’d be something.” “Well, we can stop here. It’s better to go before we get too close to the end of the trail, because it’ll probably be busy,” Umi pointed out. Umi led them off the trail, heading deeper into the forest around them and weaving around some rocks before they found a relatively remote and densely forested area. Umi pointed up ahead to a large rock surrounded by a patch of dense bushes. “That’s probably a good place to go. It’s far enough away from the trail, and I don’t see anyone else around. We won’t be seen. Who wants to go first?” Honoka and Kotori looked at each other before Kotori nodded, “You can go first, Honoka.” “Are you sure? You asked first.” “Yeah, but you said you were holding it in. I’ll be fine!” “Thanks!” Honoka hurriedly rushed behind the rock and bushes. As soon as she was out of sight of the others, she looked around to make sure no one else could see her and hastily unbuttoned her shorts and panties. She squatted down, but the sticks and leaves from the bush tickled her thighs and bare legs. Honoka tried to adjust her position, but found it far too uncomfortable to squat. She stood back up, itching at her legs a bit before hunching over so she was still hidden behind the rocks. She would have to pee standing up. Instead of trying to arch her stream forwards, Honoka stuck her butt out as far as possible and grabbed her shorts and panties so they were as far forwards as possible out of the way. She braced herself against the rock and relaxed. Immediately her pee shot out of her in a messy stream, some splattering on the back of her bare legs as it pattered onto the forest floor below. Honoka looked down and watched it as it pooled and began to run, mixing with the dirt before slowly soaking into the ground beneath her. She tried to adjust herself to keep her sandals away from the growing puddle as she continued to relieve herself, letting out a contented sigh at finally getting to empty her bladder. She hadn’t been bursting by any means, but she had held it longer than she normally would in hopes of the imaginary restrooms at the end of the trail. The hiss of her stream died down as it slowed to a dribble, making pattering sounds as it hit the soaked soil beneath her. She let out a sigh and reached into her bag, pulling out a roll of biodegradable toilet paper that Umi had helped her pack. She supposed the fact that Umi had packed it should have clued her in that there wouldn’t be any proper facilities, but she was far too focused on making sure Umi packed her plenty of snacks for the trail instead. Honoka quickly wiped up the stray drops that had hit the back of her legs before wiping her crotch up and looking around. She imagined since the tissue was biodegradable, it was fine to just drop it where she stood. She tossed it to the ground right on top of her puddle and watched it soak up whatever the ground hadn’t. She blushed and looked around again before pulling her shorts and panties back up. She returned to the group with a smile, “Phew, thanks for letting me go first.” “No problem,” Kotori nodded, turning to Umi with a quick shuffle, “Do you mind if I go next?” “Go ahead,” Umi answered, even as she felt another slight nag from her bladder. It was definitely full, but her urge wasn’t immediate. She could comfortably hold it until Kotori finished up. Kotori nodded and walked towards the covering. As soon as she was behind the rock, she noticed the wet patch of ground Honoka left behind. Blushing, she took position over it and shuffled in place as she hiked up her skirt and pulled down her bike shorts and panties. Unlike Honoka, Kotori chose to squat, ignoring the leaves that brushed against her legs as she squatted. She closed her eyes and she started peeing. Her stream sprayed hard against the ground and splashed, both because Kotori could generally hold more than Honoka, but also because she was closer to the ground. Her pee hissed and splashed loudly against the already-soaked dirt and quickly began forming a puddle. Kotori glanced around the forest, acutely aware of the open area, and she suddenly felt a bit exposed. In an attempt to mitigate that feeling, Kotori tried to stem the flow and shift closer to the rock to give herself more cover, but she wasn’t able to fully stop now that her stream was in full force. She slowed it to a fast dribble and tried to scoot forward, but all she managed to do was nearly spray her shoes with her stream as she shifted. Reluctantly, she gave up her endeavor and relaxed, her stream arching slightly as she let it flow at full force once again. Kotori squeezed out the rest as fast as possible, her stream arching slightly and even splashing against the rock as she tried to hurry it up. Once she was done, she quickly wiped herself off, dabbing up the few errant dribbles on her ankles from her failed attempt at moving mid-pee. She let the tissue drop into the puddle, and as she stood up and pulled her underwear back up, she looked down at the saturated ground and the large puddle spreading out from between her legs. Carefully stepping around it, Kotori made her way back to the group. Just in time, too. While Umi wasn’t desperate by any means, the anticipation of waiting had gotten to her, and she was growing impatient, all too aware of her filling bladder as she stood there. It didn’t help that she could still hear the distant sounds from the waterfall at the end of the trail. “Alright, I’m gonna go, and then we can get back to the trail,” Umi stated somewhat hastily. She quickly shuffled over to the trail and noted the substantial puddle that had formed from her previous two friends. Eager to add to it, Umi quickly unbuttoned her shorts and bent over. Almost immediately she started peeing, and she allowed herself a small sigh as she closed her eyes and took in the relief. She had tucked herself closer to the rock than Kotori from the start, both because of privacy, but also to avoid stepping in the wet dirt the other two had left behind. Her stream hissed and pattered loudly as it sprayed against the rock and onto the saturated ground below. The dirt could take up no more liquid, and the puddle simply spread, running downhill in a small river as Umi emptied herself. Suddenly, however, Umi heard distant rustling and the crunching of leaves and gravel beneath someone’s feet. She glanced up in a panic and looked around, but she spotted no one. Still, she kept hearing distant footsteps. Suddenly, she was acutely aware of the possibility of being seen. Umi had grown complacent with the innate privacy of the woods, both out of familiarity and pragmatism. For her to enjoy hiking, she had to make peace with relieving herself out in the woods, and since most of the time trails were a lot less crowded, the chances of another hiker running into her during the short few minutes she was doing the deed were small enough to be ignored. Today, however, she was acutely aware of how busy it was, and she was beginning to regret not going deeper off the trail. Ordinarily she would have, but she wanted to make sure the other two could comfortably find their way back on their own in case of an emergency. In a panic, Umi hurriedly tried to force the rest of her pee out as she prepared a tissue to wipe herself. She strained her ears to keep track of the footsteps over the sound her own hissing as she waited to finish, silently cursing at how long it was taking. After what felt like ages, Umi’s stream finally started tapering off, and she quickly stood up and wiped herself off before pulling her shorts and panties back up in a rush. Umi dropped her tissue to the ground with the rest of them and watched it as it soaked up the now monstrous puddle at her feet. She knew that it had been the culmination of both her and her friends relieving themselves in the same spot, but if someone caught her here, they might think the impossibly large puddle was hers and hers alone. Worse still, Umi was pretty sure the footsteps were coming closer. As soon as she stepped from out from behind the rock, she nearly barreled into another hiker, a rather nervous looking man with his nose buried in a book. He must’ve been the footsteps she was hearing earlier. “Oh, sorry little lady, didn’t see you there,” the man spoke calmly. “H-h-hi!” Umi cried nervously. The man seemed oblivious, but she was acutely aware of how close they were to the place she had just peed, and the puddle tucked away behind the rock, just out of sight. “It’s rare to see someone off the trail,” he replied, “Are you lost?” “N-no,” Umi shook her head, “I’m fine, thank you though!” “Oh, could it be that you’re foraging for mushrooms too?” the man asked excitedly, “I hear this is a good area to find wild eringi!” “A-ah, no, I was just regrouping with my friends,” Umi replied nervously, pointing to Kotori and Honoka, who were just visible. Neither of them seemed to notice that she was having an awkward conversation with an eccentric man. “Ah, I see, I see!” the man nodded, “Well, if you spot any mushrooms and you happen to spot me again, do let me know! Ah, but I guess it’s unlikely that we’ll run into each other off the trail like this again.” “R-right,” Umi nodded. In truth, she sincerely hoped she wouldn’t run into the man again after this, “Anyway, good luck with the mushroom hunt!” Umi waved politely to the man who had nearly caught her mid-pee and blushed furiously as she turned around and headed back to her friends. Kotori and Honoka were chatting casually, completely unaware of her close call. “Oh hey, what took you so long?” Honoka asked, “Oh, did you actually really have to go?” “N-no,” Umi looked back nervously. Her heart was still racing from nearly getting caught, and the idea that the man was poking around the area looking for mushrooms meant that he was likely to find the very noticeable puddle they had all left behind. She couldn’t get the image of him finding it and putting two-and-two together in his mind. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Kotori asked worriedly. “I’m fine,” Umi shook off. The last thing she wanted was to admit what had just nearly happened to her friends, “A-anyway, let’s hurry up, we’re nearly at the end of the trail!” Trying to shake off the experience she just had, Umi led her friends back to the trail. It was only a five or so minute hike up until they all reached the end. The trail opened up into a rocky clearing with sparse trees providing patches of shade. A river above them fell over the cliff face and rushed down in a single, large waterfall that was split up on its way down by the polished rock face below. The water glistened in the sunlight as it gushed over the falls and down into a basin that fed a small river running adjacent to the trail and disappearing down the mountain. The beauty of the sight hit Umi and she all but forgot about her close encounter with the strange mushroom man. She beamed and awed at the sight of the waterfall, streaming down and splitting off into many picturesque cascades like an ornate natural fountain. “Wow, so pretty!” Honoka gushed, eyes sparkling as she took in the sight. “This is amazing, I understand why it’s so popular!” Kotori agreed. Umi nodded, “I’ve seen photos of this place, but nothing’s quite like standing here ourselves, seeing it with our own eyes.” The three simply stood there, taking in the sight, until a loud grumble came from Umi’s right. She glanced to the side to see Honoka, holding her stomach and laughing sheepishly. “Hahaha, I guess I’m pretty hungry after that hike.” “Well, we did pack lunches to eat at the top!” Kotori pointed out, laughing. “Let’s find a place to sit and eat while we rest,” Umi suggested. That was definitely easier said than done. Naturally, as it was so busy, there were a lot of groups of hikers and backpackers sitting around, taking up spots in the shade and crowding out the clearing. Luckily it was pretty sizable, and despite how busy it was, the girls were able to find a nice tree to sit under and give them shade while they ate. “You know, this is kind of like being up on the roof,” Honoka replied as she dug into her lunch. “The roof?” the other two girls asked in unison. “Yeah, of the school,” Honoka smiled, “It’s like we’re up on the roof, eating lunch after gym class or something!” “Comparing a place like this to the roof of our school…” Umi looked around, letting out a sigh. “Oh come on! There’s a nice breeze, and we’re in the shade, it’s totally like being up on the roof in the summer!” “Well, I don’t think our school’s roof has a pretty waterfall like this,” Kotori pointed out, taking a pause to bite into her own lunch, “But you know, I can sort of understand where you’re coming from. Like, it’s peaceful, and you finally get to relax after doing a bunch of exercise.” “I guess,” Umi sighed, shaking her head and tucking into her own meal. Soon, the three had finished up eating, and washed their meals down with barley tea and plenty of water. After finishing their meals, they rested there for a while, taking in the sight of the waterfall and relaxing and chatting happily. Around them, other hikers came and went. Some decided to go swimming in the river, and Umi and Kotori had to talk Honoka out of jumping in when they didn’t have a swimsuit or a change of clothes for her. Another group brought a camping stove and had a bit of a mini-cookout right in the clearing, filling it with amazing smells. Others were doing what they were doing-- stopping to eat simple lunches and rest for a while. They had arrived a little after noon, and the three had gotten caught up talking and gossiping and enjoying the sight of the waterfall and the nature around them. The plan had only been to eat lunch and rest briefly before setting back down, but it was well past 3 PM before Umi finally stood up and stretched her arms and legs. As she did, a familiar sensation tingled in her abdomen. She had to pee again. It was only a slight urge, but she had the whole hike down ahead of her. Not to mention that, after nearly getting caught earlier, she really didn’t like the idea of stopping to go in the woods again. Umi pushed the nagging sensation to the back of her mind and turned to the others, “You two ready to head back out?” “Aw, come on, five more minutes?” Honoka asked. “Again?” Umi sighed. She was eager to get going, and the last thing she wanted now that she was aware of her bladder was to keep sitting right next to a rushing waterfall. “Honoka, you can’t keep asking for five more minutes,” Kotori pointed out, “We’ll be here until sunset.” “Fine, fine!” Honoka finally stood up, stretching and letting out a loud yawn, “Man, it’s really relaxing here though. I almost fell asleep a few times.” “You did fall asleep once, remember? Kotori had to shake you awake,” Umi reminded her, “Anyway, let’s start heading down. Don’t worry, the hike back won’t be so bad, since we’re going downhill.” True to Umi’s word, the hike down started well enough. They had the help of gravity and the slight decline as they started making their way back down the trail. It wasn’t long before they passed by the spot they had stopped earlier to pee. Umi glanced to the side nervously, once again recalling nearly getting caught in the act. Maybe it was because she was remembering it, or because she was worried about having to stop again, but her bladder sent her an urgent signal, and she squeezed her thighs together slightly as she hurried past that part of the trail. As Umi hiked down, though, she became all too aware at the speed her bladder was filling. Or perhaps it was that she already had to pee, and had only noticed it when she stood up. As she walked, her urge continued to grow, and despite the downhill slope making hiking easier, each step also sent a bigger jolt up her legs and straight to her abdomen. She tried to push the sensation to the back of her mind, but it seemed the harder she tried not to focus on it, the worse it became. It also didn’t help that it seemed like the trail was only more crowded. On more than one occasion, the three had to stop to let people pass them by on the trail. Each time Umi tapped her foot impatiently, squeezing her legs together as she tried not to think about her growing urge. She knew she could make it to the entrance of the trail, back where there were proper restrooms where she didn’t risk getting caught, but she didn’t want to be bursting when she got there. The group had made it about a quarter of the way down the trail before Honoka turned to Umi, “Hey, do you think we could stop off the trail again? I drank a lot of tea at lunch and I have to go again.” “Come on, we just started, can’t you hold it?” Umi asked, crossing her arms. She was perhaps a bit harsher than normal, but part of her annoyance was that she also wanted to pee. “Uh, well, it’s a pretty long trail,” Kotori pointed out. She shuffled in a way that made it clear to Umi that she also had to pee. “We all went earlier just fine, so what’s the point of holding it?” Honoka asked. “W-well,” Umi blushed, “A-actually, it’s pretty crowded today, and earlier when I went, I nearly got caught, so I don’t think it’s a good idea.” “Oh no!” Honoka gasped. “Ah, so that’s why you were so nervous earlier,” Kotori pointed out. “Then what are we going to do?” Honoka asked, shuffling nervously. “There are restrooms at the entrance to the trail,” Umi recalled, “So all we have to do is make it down. I have to pee a little too, but I think it’s best if we all try to make it down there. Do you two think you can hold it until then?” “I should be fine,” Kotori nodded. “Y-yeah, I can make it,” Honoka agreed, though she seemed unsure, and her eyes kept glancing towards the treeline. Still, with Umi having almost gotten caught earlier, she was steadfast about not stopping. Even as her own bladder nagged at her with each step as they started down the trail again, Umi couldn’t bear the idea of stopping again and actually getting caught. She wasn’t about to tempt fate. Of course, whether Umi wanted to stop or not, her bladder was growing fuller by the minute. Not only that, but now that she knew the others had to pee too, she was only all too aware of everyone’s growing needs. Honoka shuffled slightly every few steps, and it was clear she was uncomfortable, talking less than normal and glancing around, clearly still tempted to just go off the trail again. Kotori gave far less away, walking relatively normally and only occasionally taking an awkward step, but there was a slight stiffness to her normally relaxed gait and a nervousness in her voice that gave her away to her close friend. Umi herself was walking only somewhat awkwardly, trying to mitigate the jolts each step sent up her legs and straight into her bladder. She discreetly squeezed her thighs together between each step, trying to focus on the trail ahead of her and not the growing pressure mounting in her abdomen. Despite that, she could feel her bladder continue to fill, and she nervously thought back at the large bottle of water and sizable bottle of tea she had polished off during lunch and in the time after. Not to mention that she had heard the footsteps mid-pee. She mostly finished, but she might not have fully emptied herself out in her rush not to get caught. By the time they reached the halfway mark, it was clear they were all starting to struggle with their bladders. Honoka had her hands in her pockets and was walking somewhat awkwardly, shuffling every few steps and taking short breaks in between. Kotori was walking stiffly, her expression a bit more strained than normal as she struggled with clear discomfort. Umi herself could feel her bladder starting to bulge out against the waistband of her tight shorts, and she was definitely regretting staying so long at the end of the trail before setting back off again. “Umi, are you sure we can’t just go deeper off the trail?” Kotori asked, “We’re only halfway down, I don’t know if we’re going to make it.” Umi paused. She was more tempted now than before, especially considering she had gone in the woods countless times before today. Just then, however, a large group emerged from the woods off the trail, right in the area they would head off to find somewhere to pee. She couldn’t get the memory of almost getting caught out of her mind either. “It’s just too risky today, look how busy it is,” Umi urged, “Do you two really want to risk getting caught?” “Well, no, but…” Kotori trailed off. “Come on, let’s not sit here and argue, we’re only gonna make it worse,” Honoka pointed out, clearly eager to get going again. With that, Umi nodded, and the three set off again. Clearly, though, Kotori’s worries weren’t entirely unfounded. As they continued to make their way down the trail, the girls’ collective need definitely grew more urgent. Honoka was walking awkwardly, bent forwards slightly and pulling up her shorts to put pressure on her crotch, clearly tempted to grab herself. Kotori walked with an awkward gait, biting her lip with sweat beading on her forehead. Umi could see through her tighter-fitting t-shirt that she was nursing a slight bulge. She wasn’t outwardly as desperate as the other two, but Kotori definitely still had to pee. Umi herself felt her own bulge, which was more concealed with her looser and thicker t-shirt, but was nonetheless uncomfortable as it pressed out against her waistband. Umi reached down and adjusted her belt so it was one notch looser to take some of the pressure off of her full bladder. She shuffled slightly between each step, and she found herself clenching her teeth as the small jolts reverberated through her pent-up urine. Still, they all managed to continue on. By the time they had made it 3/4ths of the way back, they were all in a sorry state. Honoka looked to be nearing her limit, hobbling more than walking and nearly giving herself a wedgie with her shorts just to keep some pressure on her crotch as she struggled to hold it in. Umi was struggling with each step, trying not to leak as she felt her swollen bladder squeeze and spasm inside her, begging for relief. Kotori suddenly stopped, doubling over and openly jamming her hands between her legs. Umi blushed and panicked, looking around, but luckily there was no one else in sight as Kotori squeezed her eyes shut and squirmed in the middle of the trail. A minute later, she recovered, straightening out slightly, though she was still dancing around desperately. “S-sorry,” Kotori blushed, “I was hit with a really strong wave.” “Hang in there, we’re almost there,” Umi encouraged her. They weren’t as close as Umi made it sound, but they didn’t have far to go by this point. The group struggled along for another few minutes before Honoka pointed to an old, worn-down looking building half-buried in the woods off the trail. “Hey, that’s the outhouse I saw earlier,” Honoka beamed, “We made it.” “Are you sure that’s an outhouse? It looks more like a shed,” Kotori pointed out. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s an outhouse, and if it is, it’s probably filthy,” Umi pointed out, “Come on, there’s the marker for the start of the trail just up ahead. We know there’s proper restrooms there.” “Oh come on,” Honoka urged, grabbing herself and dancing in place. Still, just like with going off the trail, it was clear that Umi wasn’t going to budge on this one, “Fine, fine, but let’s hurry!” That was something they could all agree on. The group half-hiked, half-shuffled the rest of the way until they finally reached the trail entrance. Umi had never been so relieved to see the gaudy trail signs and map as they stepped back off the trail and onto the paved area. The girls all rushed straight to the main building where there were restroom signs, and quickly found the door to their desperately needed relief. Unfortunately, Umi’s heart sunk the second she reached for the door, only to hear the clunk of the knob hitting a latch. The door was locked. “Oh no,” Honoka exclaimed. “They’re locked, why?” Kotori asked as she squirmed in place. “Needing the toilets?” a voice spoke behind them. They turned around to see another female hiker, who was giving them a sympathetic look. “Sorry girls. They’re closed for the time being. It was storming pretty bad up until recently, so everything was locked up. Guess they haven’t had time to get back out here to open things up again.” “What are we going to do?” Kotori turned to Umi. Umi bit her lip. This was bad. If they couldn’t use the restrooms, the only other choice was to go out on the trail again, but ironically, since they were closer to the trail entrance, it was even more crowded than if they had found a secluded area off the trail. She briefly considered taking the bus, but she didn’t know when it would stop here next, and they were all already far too desperate to hold it through an entire bus ride. “We gotta try that outhouse we saw earlier,” Honoka suggested. “We don’t even know if it is an outhouse!” Kotori reminded her. Umi shook her head, “It’s our only option, and it’s better than going back on the trail. Let’s try it.” Desperately leading the way, Umi tried to be discreet about her desperation as she passed by the crowds of people gathered at the trail head. She pushed past them quickly and the girls were back on the trail for the third time that day. Unfortunately, while gravity had helped them on the way down, they were now hiking back up the trail again, and while it was only a short distance back towards the outhouse, the three were so desperate it felt like an eternity. Making it back up was a struggle, and Umi leaked a few times before they got there, having to stop and clamp down hard to keep from wetting herself. Honoka was no longer trying to hold it discreetly, openly jamming both hands between her legs. Kotori was holding out, but just barely, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt as she walked stiffly, barely able to take more than three steps before stopping and squirming frantically. Finally, they reached the outhouse, and Honoka wasted no time throwing the door open hastily. Unfortunately, much as Umi suspected, it wasn’t an outhouse at all, but a small supply shed. There were some tools leaned up against the far wall, as well as a small waste basket and a few shelves with some supplies. There was also what looked to be a pile of dirty rags in the corner. “No!” Honoka exclaimed, “W-what are we going to do? I can’t hold it any more!” “Umi, we have to go in the woods, we have no other options!” Kotori urged, “I know you’re worried about being caught, but we’re all going to wet ourselves like this!” Umi froze up, struggling to hold on as she battled with the dilemma. It was true that they were out of options, and she was only so nervous about going out in the woods because she had almost gotten caught before. She was about to agree reluctantly, when she turned back towards the shed. “We can still go in here,” Umi suggested. “What?” Honoka exclaimed in surprise. “But this is just a random shed,” Kotori pointed out. “Yes, but going in here is better than getting caught out in the woods with no privacy,” Umi pointed out, “Besides, this shed looks pretty run-down, and I don’t think anyone’s used it for a while.” “But…” Kotori was about to argue, but suddenly she doubled over and jammed both hands between her legs, “Ah, I can’t hold it! Fine, let’s do it here!” Umi nodded and they all shuffled in before Umi closed the door behind them. There wasn’t much room in the shed for all three of them, but they didn’t have the time to take turns anymore. Kotori wasted no time hobbling straight to the wastebasket. She tore down her bike shorts and panties, a few errant dribbles already escaping her, and squatted over before practically exploding. A hot, forceful stream of urine sprayed out into the bin beneath her, loudly spattering and splashing as it soaked into discarded papers, paper towels, and the various other trash already inside. The sight of her nearly made Umi lose it, and she squirmed frantically as she made her way to the back corner with the dirty towels. She figured since the floor was concrete, it would be better to pee into something that could soak them up, like Kotori. She unbuckled, unbuttoned, and tore down her shorts and panties, an arduous task with her bladder as full as it was, and stood over them, having no time to squat down before the dam burst. She spread her legs and arched her back so her stream shot forwards onto the pile of rags. Umi braced herself against the wall with one hand as she held her lower lips open with the other to get a clean flow. Her stream hissed loudly and pattered like raindrops as it hit the rags beneath her, and she could feel a few errant drops strike her ankles. Honoka danced in place desperately as she looked around, trying to find anywhere else to go. Unfortunately, the other two seemed to have taken up the good spots, and she didn’t have any time to waste either way. She gasped and doubled over as she was hit with one final wave, and she quickly tore her shorts and panties down before squatting and peeing right then and there. Despite squatting down, her stream sprayed forwards in a powerful arch and sprayed loudly against the wall. The torrent of pee rang as it struck a metal shovel right in front of her, and Honoka tried to adjust her aim to avoid peeing directly onto the tool. This didn’t help at all, and she wound up spraying large rake instead. Giving up on avoiding the tools, Honoka simply threw her head back and basked in the blissful relief. The sounds of hissing and splashing filled the shed as all three of them emptied their overfilled bladders into their chosen areas. Kotori’s stream was neatly contained in the wastebasket, streaming over the now soaked contents inside. Umi’s stream was soaked up readily by the rags, with only a few errant streams fully saturating them and running off into a small puddle between her legs. Honoka was far less lucky. With her unfortunate lack of choices, as well as hitting the tools, her spray splashed messily against the wall and floor and spread out in a large puddle that quickly overcame the concrete’s ability to soak it up. Despite being the last to start, Honoka wound up being the first to stop, with her stream trickling into intermittent spurts, then small dribbles before finally stopping. She let out a heavy sigh of relief and reached into her bag to grab the toilet paper to wipe herself off. As she cleaned up and pulled her shorts up, she once again let it fall to the ground into her puddle before immediately realizing there was a waste bin behind her. It was currently being used with Kotori still peeing into it full-force, but it was the far more appropriate receptacle for her discarded tissues. Looking down at the soaked paper now, there was no way she was going to pick it up to try to properly dispose of it. Umi was the second to finish, and she made sure to squeeze the rest out, not having to rush to finish for fear of getting caught this time. She stood there for a few more minutes, basking in relief, before reaching for her own tissues and wiping herself off. Unlike Honoka, she had the mind to wait for Kotori to finish with the trash can so she could properly dispose of it. As she waited, she looked down onto the thoroughly soaked rags, and the small puddle running out from underneath them. They looked dirty already, so she was sure they would be washed before anyone used them, but she still felt a little bad for soaking them with her own pee like this. At least no one would be able to trace it back to her even if they did notice. Kotori finished last, throwing her head back in bliss and letting out a contented sigh as the last few spurts shot out of her and into the wastebasket. Despite its size and the absorbent paper materials it was filled with, she still managed to leave a noticeable layer of hot urine at the bottom that could be seen through the cheap, transparent plastic. She blushed slightly and quickly reached for her own toilet paper to wipe herself off, letting it fall into the basket and watching it soak into the layer and nearly disappear. She then pulled her panties and bike shorts back up and fixed her skirt, and Umi came over to put her own tissue in the trash can on top of hers. “Phew,” Umi sighed, “Sorry I made you two do this. But it definitely felt safer doing it in here than out in the woods.” “Yeah, I guess the privacy was nice,” Kotori admitted, looking around nervously at the puddles and evidence they were leaving behind, “But we kind of made a mess of this place. Especially Honoka.” “Hey, you two picked the best spots first!” Honoka pointed out, crossing her arms and pouting, “And before you say I should’ve waited for you to finish with the trash can, you peed for two whole minutes! I would’ve wet myself!” “I-it wasn’t that long,” Kotori blushed, “Was it?” Umi began heading for the door, “It doesn’t matter, let’s just get out of here before we get unlucky and someone actually decides to use the shed.” “Right!” the other two nodded. As they left the scene of their crime behind, Umi placed a hand over her now empty bladder contently. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was worried about how her hikes were going to go if she was going to be this apprehensive about peeing out in the woods again, but she shook her head and pushed that thought to the back of her mind. She knew it was just today’s close call that made her nervous, and that in time she’d get over it. Until then, however, she hoped she would be as lucky as today with finding run down sheds, just in case. The End
  5. Here's another one! This one was an interesting request. It was inspired by this rather odd "instructional" porn(?) video where a woman is teaching other girls how to pee standing up (https://www.erome.com/a/b4jZf0cS). The request was to recreate a scenario where Moxxi and Lilith team up to recreate it to teach new female Vault Hunters how to relieve themselves out in the badlands. This one focuses more on the peeing and the teaching aspects rather than the desperation, but you know me, I slipped some desperation in there anyway~ I hope you all enjoy, and if you're interested in a story commission like this one, feel free to DM me! Washrooms of the Wastelands Lilith stood at the entrance to a familiar bar and let out a sigh, mentally preparing herself before she entered. She had no idea why Moxxi had called her down here, but she had been excited, and that was always a wild-card when it came to her. She wasn’t called Mad Moxxi for nothing, after all. Stepping into the bar, Lilith found Moxxi waiting, sitting atop her bar and looking far too pleased with herself for her own good. She beamed at Lilith and beckoned her over. “Lilith! Just the woman I wanted to see! Sit down, sit down, sugar! And have a drink, on the house!” Lilith raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Moxxi as she slid her a red drink on the rocks. Moxxi was definitely up to something. “You’re buttering me up, aren’t you?” Lilith crossed her arms, though she still picked up the glass and took a tentative sip. “Who, me? I would never!” Moxxi gasped in mock offense, before realizing that Lilith wasn’t buying her act, “Okay, you caught me. I have a proposal for you. A business venture I cooked up that I need your help with.” “Oh, is that all?” Lilith let herself relax a little, “And here I was worried it was something crude. Or violent. Or, knowing you, both.” “Oh come now, am I really that bad?” Moxxi asked, before immediately regretting the question, “Don’t answer that. But moving on to the proposal, you and I both know there’s bound to be an influx of new vault hunters, many of whom will be looking for guidance and wisdom from a more experienced source, such as yourself.” “You want me to open a school or something? There’s no way I’m teaching a bunch of wannabe hunters.” “Oh no, nothing so formal, honey,” Moxxi smiled, “Besides, I know your time is precious, Commander. No, I had something else in mind.” Moxxi produced a camera, and Lilith once more arched an eyebrow at her. “Tutorial videos?” “Precisely!” Moxxi smiled, “But not for the obvious stuff. I mean, most of it is common sense, and if those pretty new faces can’t figure it out on their own, they’re gonna die anyway. But I was thinking of teaching some… unconventional wisdom.” “Like what?” Lilith asked, still hesitant about all this. “Well, you and I both know that one of the hardest things about being leaving the safety of a settlement, especially for us pretty little ladies, is managing our bodily functions,” Moxxi pointed out, “I mean, any guys are free to whip it out and relieve themselves, but we’ve gotta be a little more tactful. That is, unless we practice with standing up just like the boys.” “You want us to make a video that teaches aspiring vault hunters how to pee standing up?” “That’s the idea, sugar!” “And you’re sure that the target audience of this little scheme of yours is female vault hunters, just wanting to learn?” “Whatever are you implying?” Moxxi asked. “Well, you’re not exactly known for your modesty, and I know there are quite a few guys-- and hell, quite a few girls too-- who’d pay good money to watch me undress. I’m sure the peeing part won’t put them off. In fact, for some of them it might be the main attraction.” “You really think I’d solicit you for some kind of weird fetish video and disguise it as a tutorial for new vault hunters?” Moxxi asked, “I would never, I’m serious on this one.” Lilith still wasn’t convinced. She finished up the drink Moxxi had handed her and stood up, making her intentions to leave pretty clear. “Sorry, Moxxi, but even if you’re being serious and this IS just an honest attempt to teach new vault hunters some useful knowledge, you’ll have to find someone else to help out.” “But you’re more recognizable, and you actually helped FIND a Vault,” Moxxi insisted, “Besides, you and I both know that you’re pretty experienced with peeing standing up. It would look pretty bad if I went with some other lady who made a mess all over herself!” Lilith still wasn’t interested. She turned her back to Moxxi and took a step towards the door. “You’ll get a cut! A big cut, too! 30%! And I’ll be willing to part with that bottle of Trinity Whiskey I know you’ve been eyeing on the top shelf for months! I had to twist a lot of arms to get that bottle, but I’ll throw it in to sweeten the deal!” Lilith let out a sigh. Clearly Moxxi was insistent on this one, and she was sure that even if she turned her down here, Moxxi would bring it up again sooner or later. Besides, that bottle of whiskey was rather tempting. “Make it 40%, and you’ve got a deal.” *** “Hello ladies of the wasteland! I bet you’re all just giddy to get out there and tackle the wilderness, fight your way through bandits and monsters, and find your own Vault. But there’s something serious we need to talk about first. Sure, it’s all fun and games to go out there guns blazing, but you’ll need to stay healthy and hydrated out there, and that means soon enough you’ll have to find somewhere to let it all out! That’s right girls, today we’re talking about what to do when you’ve gotta pee!” Lilith rolled her eyes as she listened to Moxxi speak to the camera. They were currently standing in a rocky valley, out in the middle of the badlands and far away from the eyes of others. They had taken a runner out filled with supplies for the day. Moxxi, ever the performer, had brought plenty of camera equipment, and they also had copious amounts of water and other beverages. Currently Lilith was sipping on a large bottle of water and starting to regret her decision, especially with Moxxi’s painful script. “That’s right, girls! It’s totally unfair that guys get to just whip it out and go wherever, especially when a good toilet is so hard to find out here! But that’s where we come in! I’m here with resident veteran Vault Hunter Lilith herself to show you girls that we can pee standing up just as well!” Moxxi wrapped an arm around Lilith and pulled her into view of the camera, whispering for her to smile. Lilith forced a grin and Moxxi continued. “Right now it would be a good idea to set aside some time and get some drinks! You’ll want to be nice and filled up for this tutorial! It might seem like a bad idea to practice on a full bladder, but sometimes you need that extra pressure! That’s why me and Lilith here are getting nice and full!” Moxxi pointed to Lilith’s water bottle, and Lilith took a convincing swig. She wasn’t feeling full yet, but Moxxi had dragged her out here without letting her go to the bathroom first, so she knew it was only a matter of time before she had to go. “So set aside some time for today! While you get ready, let’s talk about some of the reasons why you might not want to rely on peeing like a proper lady, especially out here!” Moxxi then cut the recording, and began setting up the angle, “Okay, so next we should think of some stories to tell them while we’re getting filled up!” “What kind of stories?” Lilith asked, taking another swig from her bottle. She polished it off and before she knew it, Moxxi was handing her another drink, while grabbing her own from the back of the runner. “Well, I was thinking we could share some of the horror stories of the bathrooms we’ve found out there, places you just really don’t want to sit down. Or times when you were forced to hold it because there wasn’t a convenient place to go.” “That’s a bit embarrassing though, right?” “I guess, but how else are we gonna convince the newbies that they’re really gonna want to have this technique in their back pocket?” “Well, I did pick up the habit because I was tired of finding porta potties that looked more like a psycho’s art project than a toilet.” “Hang on, hang on, sweetie. Save the material for the camera! By the way, I’ve almost got it set up!” Moxxi finished fiddling with the camera and had it pointed towards the two of them as they leaned up against the runner and sipped on their drinks. “So, while our darling Lilith here is getting filled up, let’s talk about some of the reasons you might not want to rely on the restrooms scattered around Pandora’s many wastelands! Lilith, have any good stories to share?” “W-well,” Lilith paused, partially out of embarrassment and partially to come up with a concrete example. Of course she had many struggles with a full bladder while out in the wastes, but it took her some time to conjure up a solid memory. “There was this one time I got caught out in the desert. My vehicle was busted and I was running low on ammo and supplies. I had just taken down a few Scythids and I was afraid some of my flashier moves had attracted the attention of the bandits. That’s when I realized that I really had to pee. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop, so I was forced to hold it and keep moving. Eventually, I found a small camp the bandits had set up. It was well-guarded, but it had plenty of supplies. I really didn’t want to go into a fight on a full bladder, but there was nowhere else to go.” Lilith felt her bladder twinge. She thought it might’ve just been her story and recalling how desperate she had been, but then she noticed that she was starting to fill up. She crossed her legs together subtly as she took another swig of her drink. Moxxi looked over and asked, “You didn’t think to pop a squat where you were hiding?” “No, there were barely enough rocks to hide behind, and there were some psychos patrolling around. I was afraid they’d notice if I went, and I had to piss so bad I knew once I started I’d be stuck there until I finished. Also this was when I was a little less experienced, so I was really trying to make it to somewhere with some actual privacy.” “You heard it, girls! You won’t always get a chance to find privacy out in the wastes, you gotta be willing to go when and where you can!” Lilith nodded, “Anyway, I managed to clear out the camp while holding it, but naturally by the time I was done, I was beyond bursting. I practically kicked down the door to the outhouse, but naturally the toilet seat was disgusting. Don’t leave janitorial duties up to bandits if you could help it. But I didn’t have time to be picky. I was forced to hover over the seat awkwardly and I still managed to piss all over the place. My shoes got sprayed pretty bad, and I nearly slipped a few times.” “So, you’d say that being able to pee standing up would’ve saved your hide there?” “Oh, absolutely,” Lilith nodded. She shuffled a bit uncomfortably, feeling another nagging signal from her bladder. She looked over to see if Moxxi noticed, but the other woman was looking at the camera. If Moxxi was starting to feel it too, she gave no indication as she continued. “Stories like that are far more common than you think! Even I have my own,” Moxxi began, “See, this was back when I did more shooting and stabbing than hosting and bartending. I was in a real mess with some raiders, especially since they caught me looting one of their caches. I was armed to the tits, of course, but there were too many of them to take on all at once. I wound up hiding in an abandoned camp. I held out for as long as I could, but they were keen on finding me and I couldn’t hold it anymore. I tried to sneak out to take a quick leak, but I had to mess with my belt and by the time I got my pants down, they caught me and chased me away. And let me tell you, there are few things that suck worse than having to run away with a full bladder.” Lilith felt her bladder send a sympathetic spasm, and she resisted the urge to grab herself, merely shuffling her legs as she listened to Moxxi’s story. “I thought I lost them and was seriously about to burst, so I popped a squat… and nearly got my head shot off for my troubles. I was back up and running again in a flash, but my bladder wasn’t happy with me, especially after teasing it with relief twice. I could barely run with my bladder so full, and those raiders were hot on my trail. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I wound up totally pissing myself while running from those bastards. If I had been able to pee standing up, I could’ve been more inconspicuous, and I probably wouldn’t have had to wet myself just to make it out alive.” Lilith didn’t know why she was surprised that Moxxi was willing to admit to straight-up wetting herself, but she seriously hoped Moxxi wasn’t about to ask her to share a similar story. Actually, she could feel her bladder filling up pretty fast at this point, and was hoping that Moxxi would move on to the part where she got to pee. “So, now that we’ve explained some of the horrors of holding out for a proper bathroom out here, I hope you girls understand the importance of being able to pee quickly and efficiently! And there’s nothing more quick and efficient than peeing standing up!” Moxxi moved the camera and pointed it at Lilith, particularly focusing on her legs, which she was having a hard time keeping still, “But it looks like our resident Vault Hunter is starting to fill up, so I think it’s about time we found somewhere to start the tutorial proper!” Moxxi switched off the camera and smiled, “That was pretty perfect timing if you ask me!” “Yeah, great timing, now let’s hurry up, where are we doing this?” “I’m not sure yet,” Moxxi looked around, scanning the wasteland, “See anything good?” “I thought the point of this was teaching people how to go anywhere?” “Well, that’s the idea, but we still need to be a little cinematic about this! Besides, we’re pretty out in the open here, so we should find someplace safer. It wouldn’t do if some bandits or a big nasty creature came by and ruined our shoot.” “Well hurry it up, I already gotta go.” “Hold on, sugar, literally and figuratively,” Moxxi grinned, “I gotta pack up the equipment first.” Lilith sat down in the driver’s seat of the runner and squirmed as she waited for Moxxi to pack up the camera. She rubbed her thighs together and tried to gauge the fullness of her bladder. She didn’t have to go that bad, but those stories had really heightened her desperation, and who knew how particular Moxxi would be about the location. “I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Lilith let out a sigh. A few long minutes later, and Moxxi had finished packing up and hopped into the other seat, “Alright, let’s look for something!” “Finally,” Lilith stepped on the gas and sped off. She let out an oof as the off-roader ran over a few rocks and jumped into the air. This was not a good vehicle to drive on a full bladder, “We should’ve picked somewhere to go before I filled up.” “I promise I won’t be too picky,” Moxxi replied, scanning around for some place for them to shoot the next part. True to her words, it didn’t take Moxxi long to spot somewhere suitable for the next part of their tutorial. It was a broken down and abandoned starliner that had been thoroughly stripped of anything of interest. It was run down, but there was a mostly in-tact shower cabin. “Perfect for practice!” Moxxi had said, “I know you don’t need any, honey, but I’m willing our audience will want their first attempts to be somewhere more private.” “Sure, just hurry up, please,” Lilith asked. The bumpy drive had really taken its toll, and she was just eager to pee already. Part of her wondered if this was part of Moxxi’s plan. If she had been less desperate, she probably would be more hesitant to pee on camera, but now she didn’t care as long as she could empty her bladder. Moxxi set up the camera and began her narration again, even as Lilith squirmed in the background. “As you can see, we found an abandoned starliner that’s the perfect place to practice! We definitely recommend trying this technique out in the shower a few times before trying it out in the wastelands. There will be plenty of opportunities to go on the long flight to Pandora! It can take some time to get a neat stream, and to avoid getting your clothes wet! This is also why we recommend you to be absolutely bursting first! It can really help you blast that pee out of there! Generally, when you first start, your body’s going to try to resist. After all, we women aren’t used to letting it flow while standing. You’re probably going to want to naturally bend your knees, but you definitely want to fight this and keep them straight. Unzip your clothes and get your crotch uncovered, and then use your fingers to spread and aim!” That was the cue. Lilith quickly fidgeted with her buckle and unzipped her shorts, pulling them down just enough to expose her crotch. She placed a finger on each side of her lower lips and spread, adjusting herself so her pee-hole was angled upwards and away from her underwear. She then relaxed and her stream shot out of her immediately. Her puddle splashed against the floor of the shower, but with the water off and the whole shower inoperable, it pooled in a puddle at the bottom, mixing with the dust and grime from the shower’s disuse. Lilith’s stream stayed strong and clean as it arched away from her clothes. She was peeing like that for some time before she finally felt her bladder empty. She adjusted as her flow started to taper off, and she managed to finish with minimal dribbles. She then fixed her clothes and Moxxi gave some closing comments to the camera before turning it off. “Good job!” Moxxi smiled, heading over to her. She already had another bottle lined up, and Lilith opened it up and took a swig, “That was an expert performance. Perhaps a little too good, we are supposed to be showing novices, after all.” Lilith rolled her eyes, “What, do you want me to piss on myself next time?” “No, of course not, sugar,” Moxxi waved her hand, “But you didn’t have to make it look so easy!” Lilith drank as she watched Moxxi take down her equipment and begin hauling it back out to the runner. Lilith helped, grabbing the tripod and some light stands and headed out, shoving the stuff in the back. The two climbed into the vehicle and Lilith let out a sigh. “Well, we have some time to kill before I fill up again, so now what?” “Start driving around, I have an idea,” Moxxi replied. She grabbed the camera from the back and pointed it out to the wastes, “We can get some good B-roll of the wastelands.” “Sounds good,” Lilith began driving. The two spent quite a while idly chatting as Moxxi recorded the badlands rushing past her window. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for Lilith to start to feel pressure from her bladder. She supposed she had to pee so soon because she had already held it earlier. Her bladder was already tired and she could feel it filling up faster. It also didn’t help that Moxxi made sure she always had a drink to sip on. As she finished her water bottle, she was handed a big bottle of some sort of sports drink “to keep up her electrolytes”. Lilith was going to wait until Moxxi said she was satisfied with her B-roll footage, but her nagging bladder was starting to take precedence. “We should look for the next place to film,” Lilith replied, shuffling her legs as she drove. “Gotta go already?” Moxxi teased. Lilith shot her a dirty look and Moxxi took the hint. She turned out the window to find somewhere for them to stop. “Hmmm…. Let’s see, maybe this time it should be something like an abandoned camp or somewhere…” Moxxi kept scanning the wastes, and as Lilith drove she could feel each bump jostle her bladder. She waited anxiously for Moxxi to point something out, but the other woman just kept scanning the horizon with a scrutinizing gaze. Lilith couldn’t tell if she was stalling a bit on purpose, or if she was genuinely looking for something, but it didn’t really matter to her bladder. Fifteen agonizing minutes of driving later, and Moxxi’s eyes finally lit up, “There, in the distance, there’s a bandit camp.” “Finally,” Lilith looked up, expecting to see an abandoned bandit campsite, however, as they grew closer, something became increasingly apparent, “Hey, Moxxi, that’s not an abandoned camp. I see psychos wandering around the gates.” “That’s nothing a little violence can’t fix for us!” Moxxi grinned, producing a couple of weapons from her cleavage. Lilith was always surprised and somewhat unnerved by the amount of firepower Moxxi could hide in there, but she was always too nervous to ask how she did it. Unfortunately, Lilith wasn’t hoping for a fight, and neither was her bladder, “Can we find somewhere else, I really want to pee already.” “What, don’t tell me you can’t hold it? Between the two of us, it won’t take five minutes.” Lilith grunted as she felt her bladder protest and she grabbed a gun. She crashed her runner into one of the psychos and the bandits started firing on them, but Moxxi had her covered, blasting them with an incendiary round. She and Lilith lept from the runner and charged into the camp, and sure enough, it didn’t take them long to clear it out. Unfortunately, all the running around, ducking, and shooting had done a number on Lilith’s bladder, and as Moxxi scouted for the perfect place to shoot the next scene, Lilith squirmed and crossed her legs. “Oh, this will do nicely! They’ve been using this really gross makeshift outhouse as a bathroom, it looks like. Wouldn’t want to put my ass anywhere near this thing.” Lilith looked over at what was more or less a glorified hole in a wooden shack. It was every bit as gross as she expected from bandits, and true to Moxxi’s idea, the exact reason why being able to pee standing up was a godsend. “I’ll get set up real quick! Hang tight, sweetie!” Moxxi smiled, heading back to the runner and grabbing some supplies. “Hurry it up already!” Moxxi seemed to take her time setting up the camera, fiddling with the lights and making Lilith wait. Knowing her sadistic side, Lilith wasn’t surprised if she was taking her time on purpose. She kept shuffling in place and rubbing her knees together. She felt a sudden desperate spasm, and was forced to grab herself. “What’s taking so long? I really gotta piss!” “Sorry, it’s hard to get the right kind of lighting on this, especially since you’ll be standing in the way of the light once you’re in position.” After what felt like ages, Moxxi finally finished setting up the lights and started recording. Lilith was hoping she’d get a quick cue to pee, but instead, Moxxi began narrating once again. “As you can see here, girls, this is exactly the kind of nasty toilet you can expect to find in the wastelands! Would you sit down on this thing? I know I wouldn’t! Lilith here wouldn’t either, even though she’s absolutely desperate! So what is there to do? Pee standing up, of course!” Lilith wasn’t thrilled at Moxxi pointing out her desperation, or focusing the camera on her urgent squirming, but she really just wanted Moxxi to give her the cue to go. She was bursting. Instead, however, Moxxi continued with her spiel. “Having something to aim at, even a gross hole like this, can be better than just trying to pee out in the open! Being able to aim is an important skill to have when peeing standing up. It’s pretty easy for guys, but it can be tricky for girls, especially if you need to use your other hand to hold your panties out of the way, or keep your skirt hiked up! It might be good to practice with your pants pulled down, or not wearing any clothes at all, just until you get the hang of aiming. Of course, eventually you’ll need to practice with clothes on too.” Moxxi continued to explain the technique, and Lilith knew she was supposed to wait until she was done, but she just couldn’t hold it anymore. She waited as long as she could, but her bladder sent a powerful wave of desperation and Lilith reached down for her belt. Moxxi caught on and adjusted the camera as she was finishing up her explanation, and Lilith pulled down her pants and panties, flashing the camera shortly before the floodgates opened. Her strong stream shot out in a spray as she finally emptied her bladder into the makeshift outhouse. She was aiming for the hole, but some of her stream dribbled out onto the sides and the filthy seat. She resisted the urge to audibly moan as the pressure inside her slowly subsided. Moxxi focused on her powerful stream, capturing every moment with her camera. Once again, any embarrassment that Lilith would’ve felt was utterly drowned out by the sheer relief. She wasn’t sure if she had to pee so bad because she already held it once today, or because Moxxi had stalled, but whatever the reason, she was relieved to finally be peeing. With Moxxi no longer narrating, there was nothing but the sound of her pee splashing into whatever sorry excuse this makeshift outhouse had for a tank, and Lilith’s heavy breathing from the previous strain of holding it in. It seemed like her stream just kept going on and on, but eventually it started weakening, and soon it slowed to a trickle, and then drops as Lilith fully emptied herself. “That was definitely an impressive display, hun!” Moxxi spoke to the camera as Lilith pulled her pants back up and turned around, “I don’t think holding it would’ve been in the cards, so it’s good that Lilith has the skills to pee standing up!” She then switched off the camera and once again began packing their stuff up, “That was a huge piss, you must’ve been bursting.” “I was, thanks to you,” Lilith crossed her arms, “Anyway, what next?” “Well, I think we got enough footage out here, besides, it’s getting kind of late. No sense in getting caught out here in the dark, I didn’t bring enough lights to get us good night shots,” Moxxi replied. “Back to the bar it is, then,” Lilith agreed. She was grateful it was over. As the two packed up, Lilith noticed Moxxi squirming around a bit herself, and it had occured to her that this whole time, Moxxi hadn’t peed once. She half-expected Moxxi to ask her to wait, but instead, she quickly packed up her equipment and hopped into the passenger’s seat again. “Let’s hurry back, sugar!” Lilith hopped into the driver’s seat and the two began making their way back to town. They had driven quite a ways away looking for suitable places for their shoots, so it would be a long ride home. Moxxi wasn’t as chatty as normal, and Lilith snuck glances over at her as she drove. She was pressing her thighs together and shuffling in her seat. Lilith wasn’t sure before, but she definitely had to pee. Lilith briefly considered asking Moxxi if she wanted her to stop somewhere so she could pee, but Moxxi wasn’t the kind of shy woman who’d need someone else to suggest that for her, and part of Lilith wanted to watch Moxxi squirm a little after she kept her waiting so long. Lilith sped up slightly and ran over some bumps on the road, and Moxxi reacted by squeezing her legs together tighter and pressing down on the front of her skirt. As they kept driving, Lilith saw Moxxi get more and more restless, the discomfort and desperation clear on her face. Her knees bobbed up and down and she was outright holding herself this time. Lilith was starting to wonder if Moxxi would hold it like that for the whole trip back, but after a particularly rough bump, Moxxi turned to her. “Sweetie, could you pull over? I gotta piss like mad,” Moxxi finally admitted. “I could tell,” Lilith pointed out, pulling over to a rocky outcrop that would give Moxxi some privacy. Moxxi dove out of the car, dancing in place as she grabbed herself, but then she turned around, “Wait, we should film this too, Lilith, could you grab the camera?” Lilith grabbed the camera from the back, even as Moxxi squirmed in place impatiently. “Okay, got it,” Lilith replied, “I’m pretty sure I can figure out the basics, but don’t expect it to look stellar.” “It’s fine,” Moxxi replied, shifting her weight from foot to foot, “I’d give you a crash course, but I really can’t hold it. Just hurry and point that thing this way! And make sure it’s recording.” Lilith did as instructed and Moxxi wasted no time hiking up her short dress and pulling her stockings and panties down and out of the way. Lilith tried to hold the camera steady as she captured Moxxi letting loose out onto the tire of the runner. She made no attempts to hide her relief, letting out a moan of satisfaction as her pee glinted off the setting sun and ran down the face of the tire. It pooled at her feet and Moxxi was forced to step backwards as it spread out on the rocky ground below. Lilith wasn’t sure if Moxxi had planned this for the very beginning, or if this had been more impromptu, but she was surprised Moxxi had been holding so much. She stood there and filmed as Moxxi continued to pee on the tire. She wasn’t about to attempt some cheesy narration, so the clip was just filled with the sounds of Moxxi’s relieved sighs and her stream pattering against the tire. Finally, it trickled off, and Moxxi flashed the camera before smiling, “I really needed that!” She then fixed her dress and headed over to Lilith’s side of the camera, making sure the recording was off and giving it a quick once-over. “Eh, it’s not great quality, kind of shaky. We didn’t have time to set up the lights either, so it’s kind of dim too.” “Sorry,” Lilith apologized, “Told you I wasn’t super good at this.” “No worries, hun! We can always use this as B-roll! Besides, you’re the star of this show, I wouldn’t want to steal the limelight!” Lilith rolled her eyes and the two got back into the runner. With both of them now fully relieved, they made a beeline back towards the settlement. *** It was night by the time they got back to the bar. Normally it would be open at this time, but Moxxi closed it for the day to give themselves plenty of time to record. So, Lilith was sitting at an empty bar, waiting for Moxxi to come back in with the last of her equipment. “Aaand there we go!” Moxxi replied, carrying in the tripod and the camera, “That was fun trip, wasn’t it, hun?” “Well, I could think of worse ways I could’ve spent my day,” Lilith answered, “I’m still not 100% sold on this idea of yours. And what’s with your cheesy narration? I’m pretty sure you used the phrase ‘Blast that pee out of there’ earlier? You couldn’t come up with anything better?” “Well, that’s what people like with these things, I guess,” Moxxi shrugged. “With what things?” Moxxi’s eyes widened and she held up her hands defensively, “Oh, you know, tutorial things. It’s a tutorial vid, hun, it’s supposed to be cheesy!” “Well, at least we’re done with it,” Lilith let out a sigh, “We are done with it, right?” “Well, I did have one last idea,” Moxxi smiled, “But I’m sure you’re not full enough to go again yet, so take a drink and unwind! I’ll get it set up.!” “Fine, but now that we’re not driving, I’ll be taking that Trinity Whiskey you promised.” “Coming right up, sugar!” Moxxi poured her a tulip glass with the brown-amber liquid and placed the bottle on the counter next to her. Lilith sipped at it carefully. This stuff was expensive and she wasn’t about to throw it back, no matter how much she wanted to after today. It was also very strong, and sure enough, the alcohol had hit her and her bladder faster than she would’ve liked. She would definitely be ready for the final scene when Moxxi came back. Fifteen minutes later, Lilith was starting to squirm again. She had pushed her bladder twice today and booze always seemed to go right through her. Luckily for her, Moxxi reappeared, smiling mischievously. “I’m all ready! Follow me!” Lilith followed Moxxi towards the bathrooms, but Moxxi didn’t head into the women’s stall. Instead, she stepped into the men’s room, and Lilith followed. The lights had been set up pointed at the urinals, and Lilith’s shoulders slumped as she realized exactly where this was going. “Urinals! Come on, what better way to top off a video about girl’s peeing standing up than properly using something designed specifically for the boys?” “Let’s just get this over with already,” Lilith said. The tingling feeling in her bladder from the alcohol and her already tired muscles had drained her of what little motivation she had to protest. “Great!” Moxxi started up the camera, “Now girls, it’s time for the final exam! You’ve gotten the practice, and the aim, so now it’s time to put that all into practice and use what was once forbidden for us ladies! That’s right, the urinal!” As Moxxi continued, Lilith tapped her foot impatiently, and Moxxi signaled for her to get in position. Lilith did so eagerly, stepping up to the urinal and unfastening her shorts, pulling them down just enough to stay modest from behind as she waited for Moxxi’s cue. Surprisingly, however, instead of staying behind her to record, Moxxi stepped over to the urinal next to her. At first Lilith wondered if Moxxi would join her, but it seemed like she was going to record from the perspective of someone using the urinal next to her and watching. “Now, let’s watch how our darling Lilith here expertly uses a urinal, just like a man!” For the first time, Lilith felt a little self-conscious, but she hurriedly got into position and aimed. She could feel Moxxi and the camera’s eyes on her as she relaxed her muscles and her stream flowed out of her neatly and into the urinal. It pattered onto the splash guard and she let out a relieved sigh, forgetting for a second that Moxxi was recording. She was left there with the awkward sensation of being watched and recorded as she peed openly into the urinal. Moxxi then signaled to her again, and she looked over to see her silently mouthing the words “smile at the camera!” Lilith forced a smile as she continued to pee and Moxxi jumped in with the narration, “So as you can see, even if you’re a lady, with enough practice, you can pee like a guy, which is super helpful when wandering the wastelands of Pandora! Remember girls, expert vault hunters pee standing up!” Lilith finished up shortly after and Moxxi turned off the camera. Lilith, face flushed both from the embarrassment and the alcohol, pulled her pants back up and washed her hands before crossing her arms at Moxxi. “I hope we’re done now. You should’ve warned me about that last part.” “Sorry, but yes, hun, I think that does it!” “I want to see the final product when it’s done. Before you sell it to anyone.” “Of course! I’ll call you in a couple of days when it’s finished, and you can tell me what you think! Now, what do you say we both get ourselves some more drinks. After all, we’ve got the bar to ourselves and the night’s young!” *** A few days later, Lilith got the call, and she made her back to the bar. This time, however, Moxxi led her into the upper floors where she lived, so they could watch the video in private. The more they got through the video, the more Lilith wanted to sink into the couch she was sitting on and disappear. Moxxi hadn’t been shy about the filming angles, and there were plenty of times when her crotch was fully visible, even though Moxxi had been filming from behind. There was also just something a little bit suspicious about the whole thing, especially the final scene where Moxxi had filmed her at the urinal. It was shot from the perspective of someone standing at the urinal and looking over, and the angles and movement up and down Lilith’s body definitely raised some eyebrows. By the time it was over, Lilith let out a sigh and crossed her arms, “You did trick me into filming some kind of weird fetish video, didn’t you?” “What, of course not? Didn’t you hear my narration, my expert presentation? This is just a tutorial!” “Oh, don’t give me that. Even to an innocent mind, this is blatantly sexual. And I know your mind isn’t innocent. What’s with all the shots of my ass, and me squirming around having to pee? And don’t even get me started on the last part!” “You really think this was all a show for the guys, sugar?” “Yes,” Lilith replied blatantly. Moxxi let out a sigh, “Well, the gig’s up, I suppose.” “I want a bigger cut.” “Huh?” Moxxi asked, “You’re okay with it?” “Yes, well,” Lilith crossed her arms, “I’m mad you didn’t tell me outright, and tried to trick me. But this isn’t that bad, and if you’re convinced that people will pay money for this, then I want a bigger cut than you promised.” “Deal,” Moxxi smiled instantly, “And I promise next time I’ll be more up-front about it.” “Next time?” Lilith asked, the concern clear in her voice. “Of course! I mean, if this brings in the numbers like I’m sure it will, then the lucrative thing will be to make a sequel! I already have some great ideas.”
  6. Hey everyone, it's been a hot minute, but I'm ready to post another handful of stories! Here's the first, a commission for a Monogatari story staring Kiss-shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade getting caught out in the sun and having to take shelter in the shade with no way to get to a proper bathroom! I hope you guys enjoy! And as a reminder I know have a thread about it, but I am open for commissions, so if you're interested in my writing, feel free to DM me! In The Shade On the roof of a familiar abandoned cram school sat a tall, busty woman with sharp yellow eyes and long golden hair. She was tucked away inconspicuously-- or at least, as inconspicuous as an attractive woman draped in a scarlet red dress could possibly be-- in the shadows of the small water tank placed on the roof. She had her knees pulled up to her chest to keep her legs in the shade, and she was glaring at the sun like it was her mortal enemy. After all, it was her mortal enemy. Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade. A once-powerful vampire with no rival. Events had entwined her fate with a simple high school student, Araragi Koyomi, and left her without many of her powers. In fact, she normally maintained a diminished appearance, and often went by the name Oshino Shinobu, but circumstances today had required her to take on a semblance of her old form and move independently of Araragi. Araragi made it his mission to research and handle the oddities in this town, which was bathed in the supernatural. However, he was also a normal high school student who had to worry about school and friends and his relationship. Last night, he had a date planned with Senjougahara when talk of some oddity or another had reached him. And so, Shinobu offered to investigate in his stead. She fully intended it to be a favor she would use to leverage donuts at a later date. But that didn’t explain why Kiss-shot was curled up in the shade on the roof of the old cram school. The answer was simple. She had become accustomed to the safety and security of Araragi’s shadow. She hadn’t really been away from Araragi for an extended period of time or used her true form in quite a while. While once unthinkable to the centuries-old vampire, she had simply lost track of time. She had been investigating something nearby when the first golden rays started peeking over the horizon. In a panic, she jumped from roof to roof, trying to make it to the cram school before the sunrise, but was just short of making it to the roof’s stairwell when the first burning rays forced her to find cover where she was. It was about 3 meters from her island of shade and safety to the stairs that would’ve allowed her to take shelter within the building. But while she was so close, she was also so far away. Had she been her normal self, she could, with a lot of pain and some difficulty, jump into the sunlight and run inside before she was completely torched. But in her weakened state and this far away from Araragi, she would undoubtedly die attempting such a stunt. Her weakened form also prohibited her from using her full strength. It would’ve been less than trivial for her to have punched a hole in the roof if she had been in her old form, but while she did currently look like the old Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade, she had only a fraction of her old form’s strength and power. And thus, Kiss-shot was stuck on the roof of the cram school, waiting idly as she was forced to cower from the sun. “How ironic. I spent so much of my time after meeting Araragi sulking about this very school, and yet now that I am forced to be here, I want nothing more but to leave.” It would seem that for someone as long-lived as Kiss-shot, waiting out a day in the shadow of the water tank would be a trivial matter. And yet she found herself restless. It wasn’t uncomfortably hot or cold, and as long as she followed the shade’s movement throughout the day, she would be safe. But still, she was dreading the wait. She was bored with nothing to do, and her current form was only a few steps removed from human, and thus had human needs. It was late morning, and the sun had been up for a few hours. Kiss-shot was thirsty, and she might have been hungry too. The latter was something she had become all too accustomed to as a vampire, and was able to push the feeling to the back of her mind. Her thirst, however, was new. Her mouth and throat were dry, and she was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Kiss-shot let out a sigh and laid back down on her back. The shadow had grown large enough that she could stretch out more rather than keeping her legs curled to her chest. She looked up with a dull expression and suddenly her eyes widened. The solution had been right above her the whole time. She was sitting underneath a water tank. She looked around and spotted some pipes with a spout running down the side of one of the tank’s legs, graciously within the shade. Kiss-shot reached over and turned a small valve, and clear water poured from the spout. Cupping her hands, Kiss-shot drank from the tank until the scratchiness in her mouth and throat were gone, and her stomach was full of water. Satisfied, she closed the valve and laid back down, feeling much more comfortable. “Ah, much better.” Kiss-shot smiled in content. The comfort was short-lived, however. Only minutes after the vampire had sprawled out onto the shadow beneath the tower, she felt a twinge in her bladder. It wasn’t because she had just drank, of course. No matter how much she had, it wouldn’t go through her that quickly. Instead, it had been a sensation buried in the back of her mind that had been building up all morning, and only manifested now because she was no longer focusing on her thirst. She placed a hand on her abdomen. Her stomach still sloshed with water and she could feel a slight, nagging pressure. Nothing urgent yet, but it could easily become a problem depending on how long she got stuck here. Still, it was only a slight sensation as of now, and Kiss-shot merely shifted her position lying down to make herself more comfortable before closing her eyes. Kiss-shot’s intentions had been to take a nap to pass the time, but that was becoming less and less likely. Every time she felt the world around her fade and her body relax, her bladder sent a nagging pulse through her, and she was forced to press her thighs together and reposition herself. Even worse, the spout she had drank from had not fully closed, and was slowly dripping. Every few minutes a drop would fall and splash down onto the damp concrete beneath it. Kiss-shot’s heightened vampire hearing amplified the sound, and did nothing to help her situation. She wasn’t sure how long she had been trying to fall asleep, but the longer she laid there, the more and more she could feel her bladder slowly filling. She tried to tear her mind away from her bodily needs, but the more she tried to focus on other things, it seemed the faster her need grew. She rubbed and shuffled her legs together as she laid down, staring up at the water tower. It felt like all the water she had drank earlier was draining straight from her stomach into her bladder, even though she knew that wasn’t physiologically possible. Eventually, Kiss-shot was forced to sit upright. She crossed her legs and sat on the ground, tapping her finger restlessly as she occasionally wiggled in place. She glared up at the sun for putting her in this predicament. It grew higher and higher in the sky, meaning it wasn’t even midday yet. “I’ll just have to hold it,” Kiss-shot spoke to herself, “I mean, it’s not like someone like me can’t handle a little mild discomfort from time to time.” She said as much, but in reality, Kiss-shot was nervous. Vampires didn’t really have to deal with the need to pee on a regular basis. They could, of course, if they engorged themselves on blood or otherwise drank normal liquids like Kiss-shot had just done, but most vampires avoided the former and they had no need for the latter. Kiss-shot had a few long-distant memories-- perhaps just whispers of memories at this point-- from her days as a human where she recalled having dealt with the need to pee, but it was not something she was used to. If she was this uncomfortable already, she wasn’t looking forward to waiting all day. Kiss-shot waited in silence and tried to push her need to the back of her mind as the sun slowly climbed higher and higher in the sky. The edge of the shadow was creeping closer to where she was sitting, and she realized she would have to move before the burning rays reached her exposed skin. She climbed to her feet carefully and felt a sharp spike of pressure from her bladder. When she shifted, she put pressure on it, and she was forced to squirm and dance in place as she rubbed her thighs together. She felt the pressure slowly subside and she stepped back away from the edge, right under the water tower. It would be noon before long, where the only shadows would be right underneath the tank. She was forced to take shelter right underneath it, which was problematic, because she could hear occasional ripples and sloshes from within. The drip from the faucet hadn’t stopped, either. All this only reminded her of all the water she had drank earlier, and she shuffled her legs uncomfortably as her bladder sent another wave of urgency through her. “I have to pee.” Kiss-shot announced to no one. It was a less-than-useless statement, and all it did was draw her own attention to her need. In fact, voicing it out loud seemed so much worse than when she was just feeling it nagging at the back of her mind. She pressed down at the front of her red dress, still too proud to resort to grabbing herself like a child, merely rubbing her legs together instead. She straightened her back as though that would give her ever-filling bladder more room, and her brow furrowed in discomfort and irritation. In an attempt to get her mind off of her growing need, she thought about Araragi. She was tempted to blame him. This was, after all, his fault. She knew his nature. He couldn’t just let things go or put them off until later. If she hadn’t offered to investigate the oddity in his stead, he would’ve dropped his plans with Senjougahara and rushed off to see what was going on. Deep down, however, she knew that was unfair. Senjougahara was a strong-willed, stubborn woman, but she understood the severity of the world of oddities. Having perhaps seen more of Senjougahara than anyone save for Araragi himself, Kiss-shot knew the girl would exchange a few harsh words with Araragi before forgiving him and possibly even offering to come along and help. In truth, it had been Kiss-shot herself who wanted to give Araragi a reprieve. A small taste of the normal life she had stolen from him the night they met. She still felt guilty that it was her who got him wrapped up in the world of the supernatural. Moreover, if she hadn’t gotten careless, she could have investigated the oddity properly and taken shelter in the cram school, or even returned to Araragi’s dwelling. Her current predicament was entirely her own fault, and she realized that. So while it was tempting to curse the name of another for her circumstances, she had only herself to blame. Letting out a sigh, Kiss-shot shifted her position to try to regain some small measure of comfort. Suddenly, however, she felt her bladder spasm, and she was force to press her thighs together tightly. She drew in a sharp intake of breath and squeezed her eyes shut, desperately hoping for the wave of pressure to pass. When it finally did, she let out a breath and her clawed fingers bunched up the fabric of her red dress. She could feel the pressure sitting in her abdomen and she wanted nothing more than to reach down and grab herself. Instead, she released her skirt and raised one knee, reaching down to rub the back of her thigh as a quaint distraction. It was noon now, and the time was ticking by painfully slowly. There was little reprieve from the sounds of the water in the tank sloshing above her, or the dripping faucet where she quenched her thirst earlier. Both sounds were amplified louder and louder the more she tried to drown them out. With each drip, she felt her bladder protest, and it seemed like they were counting down the seconds like the world’s slowest hourglass. Kiss-shot frowned, biting her lip and shifting her weight back and forth rhythmically. She glared up at the clear, cloudless sky. She would give anything for gray clouds to come and blot out the offensive orb above her. Even rain clouds would work. In the short-term they would only heighten her urge to pee, but it would allow her to run inside and relieve herself at her leisure. Instead, she was forced to sit there in the solitary shadow of the water tank, the day crawling by at the slowest of a snail’s pace. She could feel her bladder filling up more and more. She was sure by now the water she drank earlier was making its way into her bladder. Kiss-shot cursed her kidneys, which were inadvertently making the situation worse and worse. Being a vampire, she had some control over her body, but doing something like stopping her kidneys would involve her to physically pierce her back and mess with them with clawed fingers. Perhaps if I was at full power I could pull off a stunt like that without dying, but I don’t think this current body could handle it. A pity. Even if she could, it would be a temporary solution, and it wouldn’t do anything about the fluid already inside her bladder. Regardless, she was forced to keep holding it, even as she felt her bladder swell more and more, filling with pent-up urine that sloshed around inside of her with every movement. Kiss-shot glared up at the sun again, but not out of the mere frustration of being trapped while needing to pee. This time she was trying to calculate how long it would be until sunset. It was past noon and the sun was now slowly starting its crawl towards the horizon. If she had to guess, it was no later than one o’clock. Judging by the angle, as well as having a general feel for it from centuries of needing to avoid the sun, Kiss-shot figured that the shadow she was currently taking refuge in would stretch close enough to the stairwell for her to slip inside unharmed at 5 o’clock at the earliest. That was four agonizing hours of waiting, and her bladder was already full. Kiss-shot wasn’t thrilled about the prospects, but it wasn’t like she had any other options. The very least she could do was deal with the situation calmly and try to ignore her body’s needs as best as she could. She sprawled back down onto the hard concrete and raised one leg, keeping her thighs pressed together as she stared up at the water tower above her. Kiss-shot knew sleep wouldn’t come to her now, and even if she did manage to relax and drift off with her bladder so full, she had no confidence that she’d wake up dry. Instead, she tried to zone out-- to defocus on the world around her and allow herself to be caught up in her own mind. Flashes of distant memories began to bubble to the surface. Brief scenes of her being driven from a hidden home by vampire hunters, or being run out of a village by a crowd armed with torches and pitchforks. She recalled the times she was forced to kill to survive, and others where she killed with intention, with pleasure. Kiss-shot recalled the times she showed no mercy to vampire hunters or other humans who thought themselves worthy of judging her existence as cursed and wrong. But each time she tried to focus in on one, a spike of pressure from her abdomen tore her out of her reminiscence. She wasn’t sure to be annoyed or grateful. Those memories were not pleasant ones, and as much as they would’ve been a distraction to her current predicament, she’d much rather deal with the discomfort of the present than face her past. Instead, she found herself trying to focus on Araragi. For all that had happened in the short time that she had known him, she had become much more content with her current arrangements as the minion to her new master. Kiss-shot was silently grateful he would never have to go through the horrors of being a full-on vampire, and she was glad that he had pulled her out of that darkness as well. She had intended to sacrifice herself to free him, but instead he had been the one to free her. Kiss-Shot allowed herself a warm smile before her bladder sent another, stronger wave of pressure shooting through her body and she was forced to clamp her thighs together and squirm to fight it. She squeezed her eyes shut and resisted the urge to grab herself as she felt her pent up flood try to force its way out. She raised a hand to her abdomen as she rubbed her legs together and focused on keeping herself dry. Kiss-shot managed to fight back against the urge until it subsided, but she was now truly desperate. She gently and carefully sat up, keeping her thighs pressed together as she tried to avoid putting any pressure on her taxed bladder. Her tight dress put pressure on her abdomen, so she reached around and loosened the corset as much as she could without exposing herself. The extra room allowed her bulging bladder to swell out and relieved some of the pressure, but she was still restless, squirming as she bounced up and down in place, trying to hold it. She looked back up at the sky. It was at most two or three hours past noon. The water tower’s shadow had crept closer to the door to the stairwell, but it wasn’t nearly enough to bridge the gap completely. Kiss-shot wanted nothing more than to make a break for it, but even if she could make it without burning to ash, the pain of the sunlight would definitely make her wet herself, making the bolt for the door meaningless in the first place. Another sharp spike of desperation shot through Kiss-shot, and she was forced to grab herself, bunching up her dress and pressing her fingers into her crotch as she rocked back and forth. Her thighs quivered and shook as she desperately tried to fight back, but she seriously felt like she was going to leak. She doubled over as she fought her body’s urges and managed to stave off the intense pressure with her panties still dry, but she was fighting a losing battle. Maybe I should just go right here? Kiss-shot looked around at the shadow beneath the water tower. There was enough room for her to sit comfortably, but not much else. If she peed here, she’d barely have a place to stand out of the puddle, not to mention she’d be forced to stand right next to it the whole time. No, she would just have to hold it. With sweat on her brow and tears from the effort of holding it in stinging the corners of her eyes, Kiss-shot sat on her heel and squirmed, wondering how she would make it the remaining hours until the sun faded and she could finally get her relief. Kiss-shot wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting there, holding it and feeling like she was on the verge of wetting herself as she waited for the sun to make its painfully slow crawl across the sky. The sun was now tucked behind the water tower from her perspective, and she could no longer judge the time from its position. The shadows, for their part, didn’t seem any closer to the door to her freedom, but she realized that watching the edge of the shadow like a hawk would do nothing to speed up its slow stretch towards the stairwell. The sun didn’t seem that much closer to setting before Kiss-shot felt another powerful spasm hit her bladder. She scissored her legs and rocked back and forth as she clamped down hard with white-knuckled hands, drawing in a sharp breath as she fought back the wave. It felt like a torrent of her pent-up urine was surging against the floodgates, desperate to force its way out of her overfilled bladder. She gasped as she felt her muscles spasm and let out a warm spurt of pee into her panties. She squeezed even tighter in a desperate fight to regain control, dreading another leak or possibly even losing control right then and there. Thankfully, she managed to stop it, but the damp patch on her panties was a worrying sign. There was no way she was going to be able to hold it. If she didn’t pee right there, she’d wind up wetting herself anyway. Kiss-shot tried to fight her body for a few more seconds before resigning herself to peeing where she was. However, instead of moving into a squatting position, she slowly and carefully brought herself to her feet. The effort was immense and she was stuck dancing in place with both hands desperately clamped down on her crotch as she stood there. She hiked up the long fabric of her dress and bunched it up in her arms, trying desperately not to leak without her hands holding herself. She shuffled over to the edge of the shadow, about as far as she could comfortably get, and reached down. She pulled her panties out of the way and spread her lower lips, arching her hips in a standing position. If she was going to pee here, the least she could do was try to get as much distance between her puddle and the shadow as she could. Not a moment later, she burst. A long, powerful arch spraying out of her and sparkled as it made it out of the shadows and was hit by the sunlight. Her pee splashed onto the ground about half a meter from the shadow’s edge and quickly began to pool. Kiss-shot let out a relieved moan and threw her head back as her body shuddered in relief. Her swollen bladder slowly began to deflate as she continued to pee like a fire hose, a powerful torrent streaming out of her at full blast. Suddenly however, she could hear the sound of the stairwell door opening behind her and she froze. She wanted to stop peeing as well, but there was no way her taxed muscles or aching bladder would allow her to stop her relief. She turned her head to face the door and was half-mortified and half-relieved to see it was Araragi and Senjougahara. For his part, Araragi seemed to immediately notice what Kiss-shot was doing and turned around almost immediately. Senjougahara turned to make sure Araragi wasn’t watching before turning around herself, but not before giving Kiss-shot a knowing and apologetic glance. “Sorry for the intrusion,” she said matter-of-factly. “Y-yeah, sorry,” Araragi blurted out awkwardly next to her. “No, it’s my fault for doing something so undignified. This place isn’t exactly private, after all.” The three fell into an awkward silence as Kiss-shot finished peeing, which took quite a while considering how much she had been holding. The only thing breaking the silence was the continuous patter of Kiss-shot’s stream against the roof, splashing as her puddle grew. She blushed and wished her body would hurry up, but her still-swollen bladder was taking it’s sweet time. It felt like she was stuck there, peeing for an eternity, but soon her trail tapered off and Kiss-shot let out one final, satisfied sigh. She fixed her panties and dress and tried to make herself as presentable as possible before turning around. “Alright, you can look now.” Araragi and Senjougahara turned around to face her, and Araragi spoke first, “Once again, sorry, Shinobu. When you didn’t come back after last night, I got worried, so we came looking for you.” “Well, as you can see, I let time get the best of me, and I got stuck under here,” Kiss-shot gestured to the water tank above her. “You must’ve been here for quite a while,” Senjougahara pointed out, “I don’t envy you. I’m sorry we didn’t get here sooner.” It was clear she was talking about Kiss-shot’s ordeal that led to her leaving a puddle on the roof. She was grateful that Senjougahara was keeping calm about the whole thing, unlike herself and Araragi, who were both quite embarrassed about the situation. “Ah, so you got stuck under here and you couldn’t get to a bathroom, which is why-” Senjougahara lightly slapped Araragi on the back of the head, and gave him a look that told him to shut up. “I’d appreciate it if we never speak of that again, master,” Kiss-shot spoke quickly. She had a straight face, but she was doing all she could to hide her embarrassment. “A-ah, right,” Araragi, thankfully, seemed to read the mood. “Well, anyway, if you would be so kind as to come closer this way…” Araragi stepped closer to Kiss-shot and she began to sink into his shadow. She could move around freely once again, but more importantly, she was grateful for being able to hide away after getting caught peeing so openly like that. “I’m tired from being stuck up here all day, so we can discuss what I found out about the oddity later” Kiss-shot spoke as she disappeared, “Preferably at Mister Donut’s.” “Right,” Araragi nodded in a way that told Kiss-shot he understood. As Kiss-shot retreated into Araragi’s shadow, she desperately tried to forget what had just happened. She had learned a valuable lesson that day, and would never again allow herself to become stranded in the sunlight.
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    Bad Boy!

    From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    Gorou couldn’t hold it like he was instructed to. The poor thing ended up wetting his pants

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  8. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

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  11. Another commissioned story! I actually finished this one a bit ago, and I could've sworn I posted it already. Like, I remember writing up the post and everything. But I don't see it and it's not in my activity, so I guess my dumb brain either imagined I wrote up the post, or I actually wrote up the post but forgot to actually submit it and then closed out the tab. Either way, I'm posting this one a bit late, so sorry~ This story's not my typical shtick, and there is male desperation in it, but that's not the focus of the story and I don't go into too much detail because that's not really my thing. The female desperation is definitely the main focus! “Shit, Niel, wake up, we’re gonna be late.” A man with messy hair and a lanky frame groaned as he rolled over. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and glanced over at the source of the voice and the gentle prodding that had woken him from his slumber. “Hey Ems,” he smiled groggily before her words sunk in, “Wait, what time is it?” “7:40. The alarm didn’t go off. We gotta get going now or we’ll be late for our flight.” “Shit,” Niel cursed, bolting out of bed. Faster than any cup of coffee or can of energy drink, hearing they were that late brought him to full alertness. He joined his girlfriend, Emma, in the mad rush to get ready. A quick shower they didn’t dare share for fear of getting distracted with other things, hastily throwing on clothes, and brushing their teeth and making sure their bags were packed. “I think that’s everything, we can get breakfast on the way there,” Emma replied. “What about the bathroom, did you go yet?” Niel asked. “No. I don’t need to, and there’s no time anyway,” Emma replied bluntly. If Niel hadn’t already known Emma’s odd behavior regarding bathrooms, he might have been inclined to argue or press the issue. After all, anyone foregoing their morning pee would likely come back to bite them. However Niel had, through observation, realized two very interesting things about Emma. The first was that she had an incredibly large bladder. She could hold it for hours on end, to the point where he could see the bulge in her abdomen, and she’d still say she was fine. The second was that, for some reason or another, Emma seemed to put off going to the bathroom for as long as possible. He noticed it first when they were on their fourth date. It was the first time they were spending more than a few hours together, and as such the first time Niel would reasonably have been able to pick up on Emma’s bathroom habits. They went to an aquarium, Emma’s pick, with plans to spend the whole day there before hopping off to a nice restaurant after. Emma was seldom someone who got excited about things, especially not openly, but there was a noticeable sparkle in her eyes as she read facts off the many plaques and info plates set up for the visitors. “Sharks and other cartilaginous fish possess special sensory organs, called the ampullae of Lorenzini, which allow them to sense electromagnetic fields. Sharks are highly sensitive to these electromagnetic fields, and it’s been proposed by scientists that they sense the electromagnetic signals created by muscle contractions of their prey to aid in hunting.” To anyone else, it probably would’ve seemed like Emma had been forced to read that from a textbook, but Niel had picked up on her underlying enthusiasm. He had also picked up on something else. A slight squirm here, a shuffle there. It had been hours since she had first picked him up that morning, so it must’ve been quite some time since she visited a bathroom. He himself also was starting to need to go, especially surrounded by all this water. “Hey, I need to go to the bathroom real quick,” Niel had stated, expecting her to jump on the opportunity to go herself. “Sure thing. I’ll wait.” And wait she did. Even though she showed subtle signs of needing to pee, and Niel picked up on her discomfort, she didn’t voice her desire to go. Niel had gone to the bathroom and filled up again in the time it took her to finally join him on his second trip. It had been right as they were leaving the aquarium. They were passing right by the bathrooms, and Niel stopped. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick before we head out, if that’s alright.” Emma nodded, “Same here, gotta piss pretty bad.” She said it matter-of-factly, like she hadn’t just spent the last few hours putting off trip to the bathroom. It was the first time he noticed Emma’s weird habits, but it certainly wouldn’t be the last. A few dates later, it would come up again. Niel had picked Emma up from her job, and immediately noticed the bulge pressing against the waist of her jeans. He didn’t say anything, figuring she would go once they got to the theater for their movie date, but instead she bought herself a large drink and some popcorn and beelined it for their theater. Throughout the movie it was obvious she was struggling. Her thighs were pressed together, her breathing was strained at times, and she would occasionally nurse her bulging bladder with her hand. By the time the movie was over, Niel was positive she’d rush to the bathroom in a desperate dash, but instead she stood up calmly and threw out her finished drink and empty popcorn container before following him out of the theater. She was clearly getting unsteady on her feet, likely from the effort of walking and holding it at the same time, but she did nothing to voice her need. She managed to hold it all the way home, and even after Niel dropped her off, she didn’t once complain about her obvious need. They had a nice, long makeout session on her doorstep before she stepped inside, leaving him both aroused and puzzled. At first Niel thought it was a fetish. In fact, he was excited at the prospect, since he himself had a secret fascination with women holding it, and he himself participated in holding from time to time as well. However, through delicate prying as to not give away his true hopes or intentions, he discovered it was nothing of the sort. She just saw using the bathroom as a huge inconvenience and put it off for as long as her body would allow, even though he figured her full bladder would be more of an inconvenience. If there was some sort of deeper explanation behind it, linking back to her childhood or upbringing, she hadn’t mentioned it, and it really just seemed to be an odd quirk of her as a person. Even Emma mentioning that they were in a rush as for why she’d put off going was a flimsy excuse, since Niel himself had been planning on going, and they did have two bathrooms in their apartment. It wasn’t like she was going to struggle with her outfit either. Her fashion sense was function over form. She preferred t-shirts, pants, and hoodies over elaborate outfits at the forefront of fashion. Niel figured if he took the time to go, she would as well, but they were running late and he was somewhat excited. This trip would be the first time the two would be alone together for an extended period of time. Even after their relationship had developed to the point where they had moved in together, work and college and other obligations seldom gave them a day together, let alone a whole week. Niel had resolved that, at some point during this trip, he would witness the limits of Emma’s holding ability. Ema wouldn’t simply accompany him to the bathroom out of convenience, he would get her to the point where she would actively seek one of her own volition. He would find out how long it would take for her to stop putting it off and seriously search for a bathroom. He had planned until they were situated in their hotel room to begin thinking about that, but the situation had changed, and the opportunity had presented itself. “You’re right, we don’t have time, let’s go.” The two loaded up their bags in Emma’s car and piled in. Both of them enjoyed driving, but Emma’s car was far more roomy and utilitarian compared to Niel’s sports car. Much easier to stuff a couple of suitcases and carry-ons into the back of. It was also far more fuel-efficient, something that would help with their hour-long drive to the airport. The drive went by without much incident, not that Niel was honestly expecting anything to happen. He really wasn’t the kind of person who needed to pee right after waking up, and apparently neither was Emma. She had shown no indications of needing to go at all. Outside of that, they had made some small-talk, but Emma really wasn’t the kind of person who tried to carry on an empty conversation, and Niel had learned to appreciate the comfortable silences between them. Once they were at the airport, they quickly found the long-term parking and paid their fare before filing into the airport proper. Airports were always a chaotic mess to Niel, who rarely got the opportunity to fly, but Emma seemed to navigate it as naturally as she breathed. Niel followed her instructions to the letter, letting her take the lead and guide them through the bag check-in, getting them through the TSA lines, and guiding them to the correct gate. They managed to get there with some time to spare, and sat down to wait for their plane. Niel checked over Emma again, trying to gauge her need. He imagined she still wasn’t feeling much of anything, and her composure and posture seemed completely calm and collected. “The weather seems like it’s going to be pretty bad once we get there,” Emma stated, not looking up from her phone, “But tomorrow it should be clear. We should go to the beach then.” “Sounds like a plan,” Niel nodded, smiling at his girlfriend. Emma really did love the beach and sealife, and they didn’t live near the beach normally, so even though she didn’t sound all that excited, Niel knew better, “If tonight’s gonna be rainy, then we should stop by that restaurant I heard about. A nice meal indoors, and then we can head back to the hotel room and relax.” “Yes,” Emma agreed. It wasn’t long before they were boarding their flight. They went with economy class to save money, and neither Niel nor Emma seemed all that bothered about the idea of spending hours cramped in a tight space. Emma had packed a book with her and Niel opted to listen to some music, popping his earbuds in and pulling up a long playlist he had prepared specifically for the flight. It wasn’t until they were up in the air and had been flying for a while that Niel felt the first telltale signs of his bladder. It wasn’t urgent, it wasn’t even really a nag, but if he was feeling something, then perhaps Emma was as well. He glanced over, trying to gauge her level of comfort, but she seemed entirely engrossed in her book. She didn’t even notice him watching her. He glanced back out the window, watching the clouds go by as he felt the quiet hum of the plane through the seat. He was quite tired, and he had never been much of a morning person in the first place. He rested his head against the back of his seat and closed his eyes, drifting off. “Hey, wake up, we’re here.” For the second time that day, Niel found himself being gently prodded awake by his girlfriend. Emma observed him to make sure he was up before standing up and stretching. Niel did the same thing, only to stop suddenly when he felt his bladder nag him. It wasn’t bad, but he was definitely feeling the effects of skipping the trip to the bathroom that morning. He glanced over at Emma, seeing if she would show any outward signs that she was in the same boat, but she merely calmly stretched, reaching up to grab their luggage from the overhead and handing Niel his bag before they began disembarking. Leaving the airport was much easier than navigating it, and after a short mishap where they accidentally grabbed someone else’s luggage-- In Niel’s defense, it looked exactly like his, they were out into the city proper. The bustling activity around them was a far cry from the quaint suburbia where they lived. Niel’s eyes sparkled as he looked around, trying to spot familiar buildings or recognizable landmarks, but as it turned out, that was a lot harder to do when you were surrounded by the highways and tall buildings of the airport. The two hailed a taxi, something Niel always wanted to do, and asked to be taken to their hotel. Emma had to correct him on the address, rolling her eyes at his childish enthusiasm at taking a taxi, but soon the two were on their way. It was at this point that Emma first showed any outward signs of needing to pee. It was short, something Niel doubted he would’ve picked up on if he hadn’t been paying attention to her at the time. She pressed her thighs together longer than normal and shook her leg slightly before relaxing. By the time they got to the hotel and settled down, Niel definitely had to go pee. He wouldn’t go as far as saying he was desperate or anything. He did have quite the bladder capacity, but it was definitely a noticeable need. Emma, on the other hand, wasn’t giving any indication of being uncomfortable. Instead, she seemed to be scrolling through her phone again. “So, aside from the restaurant, did you want to do anything, or did you just want to relax here?” Emma asked. “No, we can do something,” Niel answered, “But I guess it’s going to be raining, so just walking around might not be the best idea.” “There’s a pretty popular candy factory near here, they make saltwater taffy and give tours where you can see them make it,” Emma pointed out, “Thought it looked interesting.” “Well, if you want to go, then we can,” Niel nodded. Emma nodded once and the two stood up, heading to leave. Emma seemed to pause, though, pressing her legs together again and shuffling them slightly. Clearly she was feeling full, but she didn’t so much as glance at the bathrooms before they headed off. A hop, skip, and a taxi ride later, and the two were at the factory, joining a long line of people waiting for the tours, apparently it was a popular tourist attraction. The wait in line wasn’t too bad, but Niel couldn’t help but notice that it seemed to heighten Emma’s need. She was more restless than normal, shuffling her legs a bit more than usual, pressing her thighs together more. All subtle things, and Niel would’ve missed them if he had been distracted, but he knew Emma enough to know that she was filling up. He was too, but it wasn’t too bad and he wasn’t about to give her the opportunity to accompany him. The tour itself was rather lackluster. A bored-sounding tour guide took them through each room, practically reading straight off the info cards laid out for the guests. It was the standard stuff. The founder of the company built it from the ground up based off of his grandfather’s taffy recipe and turned it into the household name it was today. They talked about the difficulty of preserving the quality and texture of the taffy through transport, and the various technological advancements that made it possible. Niel kept glancing over at Emma to gauge either her reaction or her need to pee, but neither were obvious. If she was disappointed or satisfied with the tour, it didn’t show on her face, and despite her earlier struggle with the line, she seemed to have regained her composure, and was now easily masking what little desperation she might have been feeling. The best part of the tour came at the end. The free samples they handed out to their patrons. They also got to look around the giftshop afterwards, where they bought more of the taffy and drinks to help wash it down. By the time the tour was out, it was raining pretty hard. Niel was feeling the effects of both the sound of the rain, as well as the large drink in his hands, and he was positive Emma must’ve been in a similar boat. Still, she carried herself with the same calm poise that she normally had, and the two quickly called a taxi and set a course for the restaurant Niel had heard about. “Ah, Mista’s? Yeah, great place. Great food. Ah, but it’s pretty crowded around this time of night, hope you don’t mind a wait.” The cab driver had been correct. By the time they got to the restaurant, the tables were packed and there were a few parties in front of them. Neither Niel nor Emma seemed to mind, however. Emma merely sat down at the waiting area, crossing her legs as she did so. Niel did so as well, shuffling his legs and trying to get comfortable with his filling bladder. “You okay?” Emma asked, looking over at him, “You haven’t gone to the bathroom all day.” “I’m fine,” Niel reassured her, “Besides, you haven’t either. Don’t you have to go?” Niel figured he’d address it outright, now that the conversation had turned that way. “A little, but I’m fine, I can wait,” Emma replied, “You know me.” “Yeah,” Niel nodded, still a little surprised at her blazen disregard for her own body’s needs. Sure, he was doing the same thing, but he was doing so as a reaction to Emma’s own attitude towards relieving herself. She was doing it purposefully, and for seemingly no reason. He thought to press the issue further, but before he could, their names were called and they were ushered back to a table. It was near the back of the restaurant, close to the bathrooms, and Niel wondered if Emma would give in and go simply due to their proximity. Instead, however, once they ordered their drinks and the waiter gave them time to look over the menu, Emma simply straightened herself and spared the toilets a passing glance before studying the menu, showing no signs of getting up. “What sounds good to you?” Niel asked, “I’m thinking the smoked salmon burger with the Calabrian chile sauce.” “I’ll probably get the pasta alla gricia with the caprese salad,” Emma answered. The two placed their orders and as they waited, Niel noticed Emma’s inherent restlessness. It was clear that, in spite of how casually she had dismissed needing to go earlier, that she was getting quite uncomfortable. She wasn’t squirming in desperation, but her movements were stiff, and she seemed to adjust her position every few minutes to try to find some semblance of comfort. Niel cursed the fact that they were sitting across from each other at the table. He wanted to see if her bladder was noticeable yet. Their meals came and as they sipped their drinks and ate their food, Niel and Emma began chatting about their plans for the week. Beach tomorrow, probably some aimless sightseeing the next day, then while looking around they could pinpoint and plan specific things the next few days. After that, they were headed back home. “It’s nice to get away from work,” Emma replied suddenly before taking another bite of her pasta. “I thought you liked your new job?” Niel asked, “You really like the aquarium, so I figured you had a lot of fun there.” “I do, but, you know,” Emma replied, “People are dumb sometimes. Plus some things can be a pain.” Niel didn’t think Emma was going to elaborate on either of those, so instead he nodded, “Yeah, I can see that. I guess it’s nice to get away from classes too, right?” Emma nodded in agreement, “Too much math.” Niel smiled. He didn’t hate math nearly as much as Emma did, but he wasn’t about to argue with that sentiment. The two continued eating, and soon they had finished their respective meals. Once again, Niel turned his attention to Emma, and her subtle desperation. She had one hand reaching down under the table, and Niel seriously wondered if she was holding herself discreetly or rubbing her full bladder with it. He wouldn’t get to see, though. Once they paid, they stood up and Emma’s discomfort seemingly vanished as she stood up and stretched. “Let’s go back to the hotel room,” she stated, and Niel couldn’t agree more. A short taxi ride back, spent with Niel fruitlessly trying to spot a hint of Emma’s growing desperation, and the two were heading up to their hotel room. Niel was a bit disappointed, figuring the second they were back there’d be no reason for either of them not to go, and that that was the last he’d see of Emma’s full bladder. However, as they were walking down the hall, Emma stopped abruptly. She drew in a sharp breath, and clamped her thighs together. “You okay?” “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Emma nodded, closing her eyes for a second longer before relaxing and returning to her normal stride. She had clearly been overcome with a sharp wave of desperation, but instead of admitting it and making a mad dash down the hall back to their hotel room, she merely walked the rest of the way. Niel unlocked the hotel room door and expected Emma to beeline to the bathroom, but instead she plopped herself down onto the couch and patted the spot next to her. “Come on, I’m pretty tired, we should relax a bit.” While Niel was never opposed to the idea of cuddling with his girlfriend, the fact that she was still willing to hold on, despite there being a very accessible and very open bathroom right behind the couch she was sitting on baffled him, especially given her desperate outburst earlier. Niel himself was feeling uncomfortably full, and there was no way she wasn’t equally as desperate. Still, Niel wasn’t about to encourage her to use the bathroom, especially since his goal was to see just how long she could hold out. It had been at least 12 hours since this morning, and she hadn’t even gone then, so there was no telling how long they had been holding it. Niel sat down and tried to find a position where his full bladder wouldn’t bother him too much, and the two cuddled up next to each other. Niel could feel Emma squirm and wriggle underneath him, all her subtle movements amplified through their touch. He could hear her breathing slightly heavier than normal, and he could feel her shifting around. He could also clearly see her swollen bladder, bulging out against her waistband, undoubtedly making her very uncomfortable. Yet despite that, she didn’t show any desire to get up and use the bathroom, even though there was one right behind her. The contact and very idea that his girlfriend was so desperate to pee turned Niel on, and either through his own touch or her own inherent arousal, the two began making out. Both of them made careful movements, each nursing their own full bladders, as they locked lips and ran their hands down each other’s bodies. They had some fun exploring, but stopped before starting anything serious. Niel himself wasn’t about to do anything with his bladder as full as it was, and Emma seemed comfortable stopping where they did. It was uncharacteristic of her to not go in for the kill, so to speak, so clearly she must’ve been feeling the effects of her bladder as well. “I’m going to go take a shower,” she stated, and Niel nodded. A whole day with her not peeing. That was good enough for him. Although she didn’t state her intentions of going, there was no way Emma wouldn’t pee before getting into the shower. Just the idea of having to take a shower with his full bladder made Niel shudder in desperation. Yet as Emma emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel, the bulge of her full bladder was still clearly visible, and Niel hadn’t heard the toilet flush either. The thought excited Niel so much that, now that it was his turn to use the shower, he managed to take care of business without peeing himself, and emerged from the bathroom still full, but refreshed. “I’m tired, come to bed with me,” Emma asked, and Niel agreed. The two crawled into bed in their current state of undress, and cuddled up next to each other. As Niel shifted around uncomfortably due to his full bladder, he wondered if he’d be able to slip off in the middle of the night to pee without Emma joining him. But something made him dislike that idea. Part of him wanted to see if he could hold out as long as her, and another part of him felt that this was some sort of unspoken battle of honor, and that resorting to such a dirty tactic would be unbecoming of him. He highly doubted Emma was actually holding it because he was, but he still resolved not to go before she did. Speaking of Emma and her own full bladder, she was very clearly desperate, especially now that she was laying down. Niel could feel and hear the shuffle of the sheets as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, and her breathing was strained as she struggled to hold it in. Niel wondered if she’d be able to get to sleep at all, or if, now that she was in bed and her need to pee was ever-present, if she’d finally give in and go. Still, after a few moments, her motions settled down, and were replaced with a light snoring. Niel himself found sleep coming easier despite his full bladder, perhaps the day had worn him out, but as his eyelids grew heavy, he focused on the sleeping form of his girlfriend next to him and drifted off to sleep as well. “Hey, wake up.” Niel’s eyes shot open and the first thing he noticed was how badly he needed to pee. The next thing he noticed was that Emma was sitting on the bed next to him, squirming and shuffling her legs back and forth desperately. “Hey Ems,” he smiled, “What time is it?” “10:30,” she answered, “Figured I’d let you sleep in today. I know you hate mornings.” Niel got up and winced as his bladder yelled in protest. He was definitely bursting. Yet, at the same time, so was Emma, who could barely sit still. There was no reason for her not to have gone to the bathroom by now, other than her strange desire to hold off for seemingly as long as possible. “The hotel has breakfast in the lobby until 11. We should head down there before it’s too late.” Niel nodded and the two got dressed. Niel had some difficulties with his pants, but Emma was clearly struggling with hers, taking in a sharp breath and wincing as she fastened the button of her jeans right over her bladder bulge. As they made their way down to the breakfast hall, she more shuffled than walked as she kept her thighs pressed together, and Niel was sure she was going to give in any minute now and head to the restroom in the hotel lobby. Instead, she managed to grab her food without garnering much suspicion and sat down, crossing her legs tightly as they prepared to eat. Niel himself was dying to pee by this point, but once again as a matter of pride, he resolved to hold on until Emma gave in. “So, I checked the weather again this morning,” Emma smiled, “It’s still clear, so we can still head to the beach. I’ve already packed out swimsuits in this bag. There should be a changing room there.” Niel nodded, though between his own bladder and the knowledge that Emma had to be bursting by now, he could barely focus on their plans for the day. He winced as he finished off his orange juice, and was amazed when Emma grabbed her own glass, chugging hers without a hint of discomfort. Without stopping to use the bathroom first, the two left the hotel and piled into another taxi. Emma had regained a semblance of composure, but Niel was seriously doubting whether they’d make it through the drive to the beach dry. Emma definitely seemed worse for wear. Her breathing was ragged, she had a hand jammed between her legs, and her thighs were pressed together around it Niel swore she was cutting off the circulation to her fingers. He wasn’t in much better shape, but through careful control of his breathing and shifting to find the right position, he managed to mitigate his desperation. Finally, the two half-hobbled, half-stood as they piled out of the taxi, and Niel was instantly hit with the sound of the crashing waves. Emma seemed to notice this too, and practically doubled over as she squeezed her eyes shut. She finally righted herself and drew in the smell of the sea. “The changing booth is over there, let’s go.” Going from relatively tight jeans to the looser waistband of his swim trunks was a blessing to Niel, and he was sure Emma was feeling similar relief. She emerged from the woman’s side shortly after, wearing the most girly outfit Niel had ever seen her in. It was a pink bikini with a frilled skirt around the bottom, and a modest but still revealing top. Her exposed belly did nothing to hide her bulging bladder, and she seemed restless as she headed over to him. “I’m gonna take a piss before we go swimming, my bladder’s about to explode here,” she stated, motioning to her swollen abdomen. “Sounds good, I gotta go do,” Niel admitted, though that was a bit of an understatement. Still, he had finally done it. It took a day and a half, but Emma finally acknowledged her body’s needs before he did. They arrived at the bathrooms and, to Emma’s visible dismay, there was a line for the lady’s side. Luckily for Niel, the men’s side was open, and he went in and finally relieved himself. It was a blissful experience, and he let out a contented sigh as he placed a hand over his now empty bladder. Once he emerged, however, he noticed Emma had not been so fortunate. She had barely moved up in the line, and as soon as she saw Niel come out, she headed over to him. “Let’s go,” Emma replied, “hurry.” “Huh, but don’t you need to-” Before Niel could finish his sentence, Emma tugged him along and they hurried along the sand, finding a relatively secluded place. Emma set down her bag and looked around nervously. “Cover for me, I’m gonna pee behind these rocks.” “Huh? You can’t do that here, if we get caught…” “Niel, please,” Emma looked over at him, desperation clear in her voice, “I’m about to explode, here. I haven’t gone since yesterday. I’m at my limit! There’s no way I’m making it through that line dry.” “Okay, try to hurry,” Niel replied, looking around. He tried to block Emma from anyone else’s view as she squatted down. Almost immediately, she erupted like a geyser. A hot, powerful torrent of pee shot out of her and sprayed against the rocks. Emma bit her lip as she held back a near orgasmic moan of relief as she finally gave into her body’s needs. Niel had just peed himself, but he had nothing on her in terms of force as her stream left her. The hot urine struck the rocks and flowed down in rivulettes, turning the pale grey rocks dark in streaks as it wet the surface. Emma placed a hand on her still-swollen bladder as it emptied and visibly shrunk as she peed, throwing her head back and letting out another blissful sigh. She peed for what felt like an eternity before her flow started to taper off. A few more spurts as she pushed the rest of her pee out of her, and she finally stopped. Pulling up her bikini bottoms, she looked around, satisfied that no one but Niel had seen her display. “Thanks, Niel, I seriously couldn’t hold it anymore.” Niel wanted to ask her why she had held it on for as long as she did in the first place, but he doubted she’d give him a clear answer. Instead, she watched her finish setting up their stuff and run off towards the water, waving him on with a subdued smile. She was an enigma, through and through, but as Niel followed her into the water, he realized that was part of why he loved her so much. - The End -
  12. PPP

    Akari Takes a Pee

    Given the lack of flushing toilets, it's not surprising that Akari decided to pee outside.

    © Arisu Kazumi

  13. Hey everyone! This is the first story I've written. I'll be posting it in this thread chapter by chapter as I finish writing them. Let me know what you think. Chapter 1 The Trailhead That date circled in pink on her calendar has finally come. A day she has looked forward to for months. Hazel was going on another hiking trip with her best friend Sophia. Sophia is relatively new to hiking but is learning very fast. She has some camping experience as well but this trip was the first multi-day hike Sophia has ever done. Hazel on the other hand is very experienced hiking and has excellent bushcraft skills and knowledge. She knows her needs per day and feels confident in her ability to pack just whats needed and nothing else. Their plan was to drive to the trailhead located at Blue Lake, hike a day and a half to Manatee Lagoon, spend a night there, then hike the day and a half back. Their timing of this trip could not have been better, it was a couple weeks into fall, the temperatures were in the perfect range, and there wasn't a drop of rain forecast. It was that very short time of year in Florida where you could enjoy outside activities barely breaking a sweat while still not freezing at night. Hazel was boiling over with excitement as she saw Sophia pull in her driveway. She walked outside, greeted Sofia with a hug, then loaded her gear into Sophia's Jeep eager to get going. She paused briefly when she heard Sophia ask in a surprised way "Thats all you brought? One bag?" Hazel chuckled lightly then said "Yea! We're only going for 3 nights." Once her gear was in she said "I'll be right back, I'm going to pee one last time." "Good idea, I should do that too" Sofia agreed. A few minutes later they were all loaded up ready to go. The two of them made small talk during the 45 minutes it took to get to Blue Lake. Hazel could tell that Sophia was just as excited as herself yet a little nervous. When they arrived, they found that a lot of other people were taking advantage of the perfect weather. Sophia took the last available parking spot saying "I'm glad we got here when we did." "Yea." Thinking for a second, Sophia said "I can't believe how many people are here at 9 in the morning!" As they each grabbed their gear from the Jeep, Hazel said "I hope most of these people are fishing and that the trails are not too busy." They each did one final check then put their packs on and started down the trail. Helping to build her friends confidence, Hazel let Sophia lead the way down the marked trail. After about 30 minutes of hiking and talking, Hazel found herself watching Sophia's heart shaped ass more than the trail. She didn't even notice she had become lost in it's rhythmic movements until she heard Sophia yell "Hey!" Snapping back to reality, Hazel heard Sophia ask "Staring at my ass?" Fumbling for words and shaking her head Hazel replied "Y yea. N No." She took a big breath then asked "What's up?" "The trail splits ahead so which way do we go?" "Umm...let me look." Hazel replied as she fumbled for the map still startled from being caught. "Did you like what you saw?" Hazel blushed then trying to change the subject said "We need to go to the right." They continued on their journey when a little later they decided to rest for a few minutes. Sitting there sipping their waters, Sophia said "You never answered." "Huh?" "I asked if you liked what you saw." "Oh...right." Turning bright red again, Hazel replied "It's nice." Sophia simply replied with "Hmm." Then changed topics. Hazel sat there embarrassed yet horny and thinking that she could pee but decided she didn't want to loose time. About two hours into their journey, Hazel had finished her water bottle and was now using her camelback. Her need to pee was becoming more noticeable but not urgent so she said to herself I'll wait until we stop in just a bit for lunch. As they trekked on, she began wondering if Sophia was feeling it too. A few minutes later her question was answered by Sophia telling her "I need to pee." "Hold it." Hazel replied in a joking manner. Then to her surprise, Sophia said "Yea. It's not that bad yet." This made Hazel think back on things said between them in the past. She started to question if Sophia is also into pee. There's no way she thought to herself. For the next hour and 15 minutes, both girls were discretely grabbing themselves and adjusting their walks as their needs grew with each step. Hazel's need suddenly jumped a few digits higher as the trail went over a small creek. The bubbling sound from the water as it gently flowed over some rocks made her bladder think it was close to getting relief. She tried to distract herself with more conversation but in her hightened need, her ears were attracted to the sounds of sloshing water from their packs. Come on...it's only 15 more minutes until we stop to eat, you can make it she said to herself. Just then, Sophia stopped and said "If I go another step I will pee myself!" Hazel instantly became even more aroused at hearing that. She tried to not make it obvious that she was aroused but once Sophia started pulling her tight leggings and pink panties down all Hazel could do was stare. The sight of that forceful stream of hot pee shooting from between the thick lips of Sophia's perfectly shaved vagina made her own pussy quiver and her bladder spasm. After a few seconds of watching her own stream, Sophia looked up at Hazel and asked "Are you not going to go?" After a brief moment of thought, Hazel decided to give in to her bladders demands and started going for the waistband of her own leggings when she suddenly stopped because they heard voices. "Shit!" Sophia whispered loudly "There's people and I'm not done." Hazel looked down and saw her friend's stream grow even more forceful in an attempt to finish before the people could see anything. A few more seconds passed when her stream finally started to dwindle. Now in a panic, Sophia quickly stood up yanking her panties and leggings up all in one motion before her stream even had a chance to fully stop. As the other hikers passed by, the girls acted like they were looking at wildlife then giggled afterwards. Once they were out of sight, Hazel was again about to give in but then heard even more voices. Hazel, out of frustration, let out a soft growl then said "Lets just get to the picnic spot. I'll find a place to go there." "Are you sure you can make it?" "I don't have a choice." "Ok." replied Sophia. Hazel pondered if she made the right choice as they walked onwards.
  14. It's taking forever for Breath of the Wild 2 information to come out, girl can't wait forever.

    © Arisu Kazumi

  15. Women! How many of you are courageous enough to pee in public if urination is very urgent when you are in outdoor?
  16. Last night I was sort of recovering from illness still and wasn't feeling that great and I knew I wasn't going to get much done, so I just started looking through my story list for upcoming stories that I wanted to write and I came across this one that I thought of back in January I thought, yeah I can do that in an hour, so I ended up going through with it. I usually don't write fetish stuff when I am not feeling well since I am usually not in a fetish mood when I am tired, sick and lethargic and not eating anything, but I also tend not to write stuff that is as serious when I am sick, so I tend to focus more and fetish stuff and comedy stuff. This was inspired by something in another thread where everyone was talking about whether people ever tried peeing on a campfire as a way of putting it out. My response was that that would probably be difficult for women seeing as women would have to hover over the fire and everything and risk burning their ass whereas men could aim it. Basically the whole story developed from there then where it become sort of a pissing contest between men and women with that whole idea of men using their penises like fire hoses, but with my character wanting to prove that women could do so as well. I hope you enjoy! You can also read it in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/6121.html Peeing on Fires As Jill, Chrissy, Kate, Henry and George all sat around the roaring campfire naturally their discussion turned to all sorts of deep and profound philosophical questions about the universe. "What do you want to bet that I could piss out that entire fire by urinating into it?" Henry asked. "I bet that I could totally piss out that fire much easier than you could, especially after a couple of beers," George said. "Why does everything with guys ultimately come down to a pissing contest?" Jill asked. "What, you girls are just jealous that we can piss out a fire while you can't cause you lack the proper firefighting equipment," Henry said as he patted the crotch of his pants. "You just have never known the joy of aiming at a fire and peeing all over it and watching it go out. It is a raw feeling of power and dominance over the forces of nature." "That sounds like it's kind of dangerous," Chrissy said. "Aren't you worried that you might like burn your Dick off or something?" "Hey we have a lot of experience making sure we don't accidentally burn our Dicks off, it's something you learn early when you are a guy," George said. "We know how to pee on a fire without burning off our Dicks, it's a natural talent." "Well I have to admit that I have never peed out a fire before," Kate said. "In fact I never even had the idea of thinking about putting out a fire with my urine before." "Well I do admit it would be probably harder for us to do it than a guy though, I mean guys at least can aim into the fire, we would have to basically hover our ass over the fire and that sounds even more dangerous," Jill said. "I mean I don't even like squatting outdoors in general, I certainly don't want to squat over a fire and risk falling back and burning my ass or pussy on a raging campfire." Henry shook his head. "Girls are weird, they miss out on some of the most exciting things in life like this." "I kind of wonder if this is the reason why more women don't grow up to be firefighters," Kate said. "Somehow I feel like guys have a natural instinct to piss all over everything and that being a fireman is just sort of a natural extension of the desire to urinate all over everything." "Wow that's pretty deep," George said as he drank another beer and wished he had some pot. "I guess being out here in nature under the stars and everything like that really gets the mental juices flowing. It kinda makes me wonder if maybe out there there are some aliens looking down on us as they urinate on their campfires. Wait would aliens urinate, I mean I presume they would wouldn't they?" The five of them continued eating and drinking into the night and over time their bladders naturally started filling up rather fast. "Well I think that I need to drain the lizard, and I think that I'm going to use it to put out this campfire," Henry said as he unzipped his fly and began peeing in the fire causing smoke to come out and he started looking really relieved and pleased with himself. "That is totally gross," Chrissy said as she crossed her legs subtly not wanting to make it obvious. She hadn't peed in about nine hours and all of those liquids were getting to her bladder but she didn't want to admit that she had to go pop a squat somewhere. However watching Henry urinate was not making it any easier for her to ignore her own need. Jill and Kate likewise were sitting there with their legs crossed and tapping their toes as they watched Henry smile with relief as he stood above the smoldering fire that nonetheless continued to burn rather strongly. "Well it looks like you aren't destined to be a firefighter after all," Kate said. "You may have peed a really long time but that fire isn't anywhere close to being completely put out. Smokey the Bear would not be impressed with you." Henry seemed as though his pride had been wounded as a man and he shook his head. "Well I don't see you contributing anything to putting out the fire." "She probably just has enough sense that she doesn't want to burn her ass and nether regions on a fire doing some type of stupid stunt," Jill said. "Women don't have to reduce everything in the world to a pissing contest, we are a little bit more mature about these things." Jill, Chrissy and Kate all sat there looking at each other with that look that said, good God do I have to pee right now but I don't want to make a scene. They were all thinking that maybe they should go off together saying that they just need to have a girls talk as an excuse to go relieve themselves discreetly, but then they saw George stepping up and throwing his beer can on the floor. "Watch as a real man puts this fire out," George said as he unzipped his fly and began peeing into the fire as he moaned with relief as more puffs of smoke came up from the fire that was not yet still fully extinguished. "Oh well bravo, it seems that you can't put out the fire either big man," Henry said sarcastically clapping. "Well I did more than you did hotshot," George said as he shook his head and looked away. "Well hey at least we did our part to put out the fire, we know that the women certainly aren't going to do it," Henry said as he and George high-fived each other in a way of trying to save face in their loss of masculinity for failing to put out the fire successfully. They could see that the three women were looking decidedly uncomfortable after watching them urinate into the campfire but they knew that the women probably didn't want to admit that they were bursting. "Do you ladies want any more drinks," Henry said as he opened another beer, clearly to taunt them. "I mean unless they feel that they can't hold their liquor," George said realizing that they had just been challenged to a drinking contest with two men that had just relieved themselves and if they didn't accept the challenge they would lose face. The three women looked at each other with determination but also a look of worry as they sort of shook their heads and reluctantly each took a can of beer and slowly started drinking it, before looking at each other again as though they had just made the biggest mistake of their lives. Another hour or so of drinking followed as Henry and George took turns peeing into the fire to try and put it out as the women sat there on a log sort of squirming around and looking increasingly uncomfortable by the minute. It was blatantly obvious to both of the guys that the women were going out of their minds and could barely sit still because of the fullness of their bladders. "What's the matter ladies, you all look uncomfortable for some reason, is everything okay?" Henry said with a wickedly evil smile. Seeing them in that situation where he knew they were obviously bursting but didn't want to admit it was giving him a major hard on that he was trying hard to hide. "Oh fuck it, I'm going to show that a woman can be a firefighter just as well as a guy," Kate said as she stood up, pulled down her pants, spread her legs and let loose with a powerful stream into the fire as the four others stood there staring directly at her with this raw display of feminine force. "Wow, God damn," George said shaking his head as the fire started letting up larger amounts of smoke than ever before. "Well it looks like I out pissed both of you guys," Kate said as she pulled up her pants and sat down on the log between Chrissy and Jill looking relieved. As she shook the log she couldn't help but notice that Jill and Chrissy cringed from the movement. "Hey don't rock the boat," Chrissy said as her bladder began to throb. "Wow I can't believe you just did that," Jill said. "I can't either, but I guess when you're drinking that much and your bladder is that bursting you tend to lose a lot of your inhibitions," Kate said. "All I know is that I feel so much better right now." As Jill and Chrissy saw Kate lean back on the log looking smug and satisfied with a relaxed look on her face they were both trying not to whimper, but they both realized that watching her go to the bathroom made them both more frantic than ever. As the night continued and they drank more and more Jill and Chrissy were becoming positively frantic to the point where they were barely able to stop shaking their legs. Jill was practically carving things into the log with her fingernails. "Does anyone want more to drink," George said as he held up another beer and offered it to Chrissy. "Oh Lord I just can't take it anymore," Chrissy said as she ripped down her pants, spread her legs and began peeing right into the fire causing big clouds of smoke to come up as she moaned and sighed with relief. She smiled and looked at everybody as she pulled up her pants. "And I didn't even burn my ass off!" They all had a good laugh as Jill continued to sit on the log looking anxiously at the fire which was still burning in spite of the fact that four people had already urinated extensively on it. Seeing all of them urinate into the fire was just making her go completely out of her mind but she didn't want to give into peer pressure. The four of them gathered around Jill on the log looking with evil smiles on their faces. Jill shook her head. "I'm sorry you guys but if you think that I am going to pee on the fire like all of you like some animal you have another thing coming. Like I said, I don't believe in turning everything into a pissing contest." "Suit yourself Jill, does anyone want more to drink," George said as the four of them began drinking as Jill looked on with an anxious glare. Over the next half hour as everybody continued drinking except for her, Jill sat there rocking back and forth on the log tapping her feet furiously on the ground, whistling to herself and digging her fingers into the log. She could hear the stream trickling not far away and the sound was driving her completely insane but she did not want to give into peer pressure and involve herself in a pissing contest. Jill started gritting her teeth and she was finding it almost impossible to concentrate on anything else. She knew that the campsite bathrooms were at least a 15 minute hike and as soon as she stood up she realized that she wasn't going to make it. She wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do. She considered just trying to make a run for it, but as she felt all of that pressure rushing to her bladder when she stood up she realized that there was only one option. "I'm never going to live this down," Jill said as she hobbled over to the fire, slowly pulled her pants down, spread her legs and let loose with a powerful hissing stream of urine directly into the center of the fire until thick clouds of smoke were coming up and causing her to cough and her eyes to water. Finally she had finished and pulled up her pants looking extremely relieved and self-satisfied. "I believe that pissing contests are really immature and everything, but how about that, it looks like the fire is finally out," Jill said as she smiled and walked away with a confident stride. "Well she knows that we all helped, it's always easy to get the last bit in to finish the job after everybody else has been working at it for a while," Henry said. "Yeah we totally assisted you with that, you just finished it off," George said as Jill smiled and walked off into the tent. Chrissy put her arms around Henry and George. "Face it guys this is one pissing contest that you did not win. We all beat you this time, and I think the Jill beat all of us through sheer determination and stubbornness, or just the fact that we could tell that there was no way she was going to make it all the way back to the campsite bathrooms without wet pants. One way or another, we kicked your asses!" "To Jill," Kate said as the four of them opened their beers and clinked their glasses together before taking a sip. "America's next future firefighter." "And she didn't even need a hose!" Chrissy said as they all burst out in hysterical laughter.
  17. Girls! Do you really think that public peeing is bad for girls? Generally men are peeing in public more than women are doing so. What do you think? And what is your idea? https://girlpstanding.blogspot.com/2020/10/is-it-wrong-that-women-are-urinating-in.html https://girlpstanding.blogspot.com/
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  19. Hello:) I entered last story in 2018. Time for something new. This story will present two perspectives of pee desperation/peeing outdoors, male and female. Part I - Tom, pharmacy student, 18yo - "Tom, wake up, you lazy..! You will be lat for your lecture" - a strong voice from behind the door, coupled with an increasingly insistent knocking suddenly brought him to consciousness. It was his older brother, James. They live with parents, but as they visited family for two weeks, the oldest brother kept an eye on everything. He was on charge now. Tom and James lived also with their little sister Brook, currently in high school junior class. Thomas Still a bit confused, looked at his watch, finding there confirmation of the dark truth that was just reaching his ears. “It's ten past seven! Wake up moron” Alarmed a voice that must have belonged to brother, already concerned about his prolonged absence downstairs. -"Overslept! Im taking car, sorry. I m going to office on 8am, so not possible to wait for you any longer. You have bus '15' in 10minutes!" Hurriedly, Tom reached for the clothes spread on the chair. If he wanted to make it, and he did, he couldn't even think of the morning toilet or breakfast. Actually, he had hope to pee at least, but Brooke woke up the same time and really needed to go. He decided to let her go first and only brush teeth in kitchen. The bus was leaving in five minutes! So he only grabbed his backpack and, ran out of the house. He left home just in time to see the bus cooming around the corner. By increasing his speed, he managed to reach the stop just as the door opened. The stinging in the side seemed to have been caused by more than this short sprint. Actually, not even on the side ... He really felt, that he didn't even have time to use the bathroom this morning. The road to Uni usually took around 50 minutes, but he was afraid it would be extremely long this time. He greeted his colleagues, however, as if nothing had happened and took his place on the seat, trying to direct his thoughts to other things. - "Hey, man!" - Will asked him, a good friend, and now a neighbor on the right - "Do you prepared for today's test? -yes, it will be easy today." Under other conditions, he would probably be a bit more talkative, but only this bladder did not bother him that much. He wasnt in panic. He knew that he can rely on his bladder. He lost control on his bladder last time when he was 9 and overestimated his strenghts when holding all day and going back from school. This was a little more embarassing as he lost control few steps from doorway, soaked pants and shoes much. And just then his friend from neighbourhood - Sheila - girl his age, waved him and called to play together.And he turned around when finishing his "peeing with closed zipper". She clearly noticed, because she kept quiet suddenly, stared at him, huge wet stain on pathway, his soaked pants and again on him, and after 5 seconds answered: "Oh, do you want to play hide &seek with me and..? Ooh, Ill talk to you later." There werent never after any others, even smaller accidents, but this one gave him a lesson, not to hold pee too long and plan more well. Boys dont plan well at this age, but he was more responsible after this accident. He reminded this episode now, in bus tho. Especially that noone knew about it and Sheila just acted like nothing happened, ran to other friends to play and behaved like real good friend. Anyway, bus stopped at his stop and Tom went to Uni with his friends. He had a thought to go to toilet right before, but they were just in time and he didnt want to be late on test. During his small exam, he felt stronger and stronger urge to go, but it wasnt something much extraordinary for him. He didnt never put himself in such sitution on purpose and rather planned well (cause of experience), but he also had strong bladder and he knew that he can rely on his bladder in this struggle. After the test, all group had laboratories, so all of it was 120minutes. After that, thay had 10minutes break. Tom ran out of class straight to toilets, to get rid of his, this time really huge,problem. It found out that girls toilets were closed due to maintenance. Women were allowed to use men's room at the same time urinals were not allowed this time:) . Two queues have been formed. Few girls who went in a real hurry were desperate, so boys who stood on the front, put them first.Tom stood in one of them, but 10 minutes break finished quickly and he was just first to go, but he quit, because he didnt want to have absence on last lab. This 60 minutes was extremely hard for him, he never felt this type of pressure and pain in his belly. When lab ended, all class decided to go to bar together and grab some beer. Hovewer he just wanted to pee.Tom just said: 'I will catch you guys later' and slowly went out of class, fidgeting himself discreetly.As situation near toilets was the same, and he didnt have strength to go on 2nd floor toilets, Tom left the building in a "hurry". He wasnt able to run at this point, so he just went off building. Thomas had luck, bus just arrived when he came. He went to bus. First plan was to go home, but after half of distance, Tom felt something scary - warmth. "Im just sweating", he kept repeating to himself. But he wasnt. First short spurt escaped. Just few drops, one or two, but Tom freezed. "I just have to get out on next station or something bad ha... No, will be ok. Just hold it. Bus moved suburbs, next stop is near big forest, I will pee there. Bus stopped. Tom went out. 100 meters passed.200. First trees. He wanted to unzip his trousers (as belt was undone already). He saw family with dog. "I will just turn left, it has to be more privacy somewhere!" He turned left in a pathway. And just thought.About.Whipping.It.Out. "More trees, I will go there!" When he just unzipped trousers, put (quickly as he could) pants below, whipped out his aching penis, very strong and full-force stream of yellow, intensive pee pushed himself through his member. He peed likea racehorse. Because of pressure, stream hit ground and leafs so hard that it sprayed on his shoes a little. But he didnt care. His priority was to empty his bladder finally. Relief was magnificent.. He didnt feel anything like this in years. Maybe never. And then, after 20 seconds of sweet relief, maybe in a 1/4 maybe 1/3 of his piss process, he saw some girl. She was on other path, but turned right and came toward him. He quickly stopped flow in a middle, put penis in pants and zipp them immediately. "Hello Tom, I thought you will celebrate friday with others in bar", he heard. It was Alice, his goergous friend from high school. One year younger than him, Beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes and really beautiful slim figure. She didnt have big breasts or bottom, but was very slim and attractive. But it wasnt the best in her. She is modest and really hard working girl. Ambitious and also good heart. She learned much and every time after school she was going to dog shelter as vounteer. Tom was happy and terrified at the same time. He still needed to go, maybe even more than previously. -Hello Alice, I just wanted to walk a little in forest. - Oh, I like it too! I walk with my dogs here always. They were walking, Alice was talking about her exams, her volunteer job and books she read last time. She was really happy that she met her crush, boy she always wanted to meet better. Tom was pale. He tried to smile, but the same time he wanted relief. This relief was just behind one of thousands trees, just a moment and he would be safe. He was shivering and had to hold his crotch. One time too much. She noticed. -Tommy, is everything ok with you? Do you feel ok? -Its ok. I just... I just want to go to toilet.. His face was a little red when he said it. He was shy, and now he was forced to say that he is minute fron peeing his pants to girl he really like.. - Ok. Should I..woke you home then? Alice was so well mannered and modest (as he thought) that she didnt offer him to relieve here. -I...have to go. Please please give me 2minutes! - Sure, dont worry (she smirks) Tom went to bushes just 2-3 meters from her while unbuttoning pants. When he forced zipper after few attempts, he felt spurt. A big one. BIG. This should've definitely land in toilet. Small patch was visible on his jeans. He whipped it out and peeed. Stream was even more intensive than previously. He felt smell of pee. Does she smell it? What does she think about me? He thought about it, but relief was more important. This time not interrupted. He peed for more than 50 seconds! After big stream, he still pushed another and another. It was really much. Last leak was weak and it landed on his shoe a little. "Dammit". He shook it off, check the damage quickly. Pants were wet, not only on penis area but even on back a little (as he squizzed his member really hard during short conversation with his crush. Pants were good, nothing visible. -Are You good now?asked Ali - Yes. Sorry for this. I was.. I really needed that. - I noticed, told Alicia with little smirk.
  20. A story commission by Zenkopan! Not much to say about this one, just a fun to write straight-desperation/peeing story! The quiet bubbling of the hot pot and the creaking of the rickety wood walls of the inn were all that could be heard as Umi, Kotori, and Honoka sat around in silence. In no uncertain terms, the day had been a disaster so far. The three were supposedly on vacation. Honoka had won a free two night stay for three at a “Classy, traditional inn! Experience the cultural heritage of Nagano and enjoy the fresh air of the mountains”. Of course, the brochure had significantly played up the inn’s luxury and value. Umi had expected as much, but even with her expectations set low, it all came crashing down upon seeing the run-down inn the three would be staying at for two nights. Spending half the day hiking there had been quite fun, more for her than the others, but the food was bad, the staff was worse, and half the things in the inn didn’t work. The three had opted to take dinner into their own hands, picking up some fresh ingredients and utilizing the portable stove the room came with for an impromptu hot pot. “Sorry again, you two,” Honoka apologized for what had to have been the 20th time today. “Honoka, it’s fine,” Kotori placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “We were all excited about this trip! None of us expected it to be like this! Besides, once you get past the… quirks of this place, it’s not so bad!” Umi nodded, “I mean, at least we can get some fresh air, and the scenery’s nice. Besides, I hear that this place does have some really nice hot springs. We should visit them after dinner.” “Yeah, that sounds good! It’ll be nice and relaxing, especially after walking all day!” Honoka beamed, cheering up instantly. It didn’t take much for her to latch onto the positives, something Umi found a bit endearing. “Anyway, I think the hotpot’s ready,” Umi stated, observing the broth, “Let’s eat.” The three eagerly scooted closer to the table as they grabbed ingredients and broth with the ladle. Umi eagerly went for the mushrooms and blew on them slightly to cool them before popping them in her mouth. The other girls went for their favorites as well, and soon all three were tasting the broth for the first time. Suddenly, all three of them stopped chewing. Honoka’s face turned a violent shade of red, Kotori let out a few small coughs, and Umi herself felt fire erupt on her tongue. She swallowed quickly and reached for her drink, gulping down to quell the flames. “Hot, it’s really hot!” Honoka noted, doing the same and gulping down some tea to ease the heat. “We tasted the broth before putting the ingredients in, what happened?” Kotori asked, being the third to follow in Umi’s footsteps. “Hold on,” Umi looked back over the discarded packs of ingredients they had added, searching for the culprit, “It looks like the meat we added had a chile marinade, it soaked into the broth.” “Oh no, I’m so sorry,” Honoka apologized yet again, “That was me, I picked out the meat. I picked it because it looked so juicy and there was a lot of it…” “N-no, it’s fine,” Kotori smiled, “It’s not bad, it’s just really spicy, is all. It’s still edible.” “You definitely didn’t ruin it,” Umi pointed out, “But still, you should be more careful next time. This time you just made it spicy, but you should pay attention to what you pick out for hotpot.” Umi felt a little bad for chastising Honoka, especially after the slew of apologies she’d given them that day already, but Umi wasn’t exactly a fan of spicy food. She could handle it, just barely, but she knew it would be a struggle. She wasn’t the only one worried about it, it seemed. In preparation, Kotori fetched all three of them more tea, and they faced the challenge of finishing the spicy hotpot. By the time they were done, they had polished off all the tea and some more water between the three of them, and Umi herself would be glad if she never had to eat another spicy thing in her life. Umi looked around to see the aftermath of dinner. Kotori was sitting up properly, but her face was red and her forehead was still sweating from the heat. Honoka was lying face-up on the ground, looking half-dead. Umi herself was fanning her tongue with her hand. She’d go for more water, but her stomach was already full from the dinner, plus all the tea and water she had drunk previously to wash it down. They stayed like that for some time, until the burning in their mouths had subsided, and their bodies had cooled down. Umi had been the first to move, taking the initiative to clean up the rest of the ingredients, and put the broth away. She wasn’t sure if they’d use it tomorrow, but there was enough left and it felt like a waste to just dump it all down the drain. “Uggghhh, sorry, again. This trip’s turning out to be a disaster…” Honoka groaned, still lying in the ground. “W-well,” Kotori smiled, “There’s still the hot springs, at least!” “Yeah,” Umi agreed, “It’ll be nice to unwind and relax. I can’t see much going wrong with the hot springs, either.” “Yeah, let’s go!” Honoka sang, pulling herself to her feet, “I already checked the brochure. It’s not a mixed bath or anything weird like that, so it should be fine!” The three gathered up their bathing supplies and headed to the bathing area. However, upon getting there, Umi and the others were hesitant when they only saw one entrance to the baths. Despite what Honoka said, it definitely looked like it might be a mixed bath. “Hello, girls,” a receptionist smiled, “Looking to use the hot springs?” “Yes,” Honoka smiled, “But uh, there’s only one entrance, are they separated or anything like that? Or is it a mixed bath?” “Oh no, don’t worry,” the woman explained, smiling, “We don’t have two separate areas for the hot springs, but we have men-only and female-only timeslots. Right now, it’s females-only, so you girls are free to go in. The timeslots change every two hours, and it just switched, so you girls have plenty of time to enjoy the baths!” “Oh, thank you!” Honoka smiled, “Well, at least we don’t have to worry about that!” The other two nodded, looking relieved, and the three entered. They undressed in the changing area, bringing their towels and toiletries along, and entered the bath proper. They seemed to be the only ones there for now, something that didn’t really surprise Umi given the quality, or lack thereof, of the inn. This place couldn’t be that popular. The three started off showering and cleaning themselves in the bathing area before the hot springs. Umi washed off the sweat from their hike from earlier and all the sweating she did from eating the spicy hotpot. As she let the water run over her bare form, she noticed a tingle in her abdomen. It was the telltale signs of needing to pee. She drank a lot of tea and water at dinner, and she couldn’t remember the last time she went to the bathroom. Still, it was only a slight nag. Nothing urgent, and she was more focused on enjoying her time in the hot springs, which was about the only thing she was still looking forward to with this place. Once the three had finished washing themselves, they rinsed off and headed to the hot spring proper. The hot spring was large, with a lot of room to move around and plenty of rocks and spaces to get comfortable. The privacy wall around the outside was just about the only part of the inn that was well-maintained, and the water was clear as crystal. As Umi and the others picked a spot and lowered themselves into the hot water, Umi felt all the tension in her body melt away. The water was the perfect temperature. “Ahhhhh, this is really nice!” Honoka stated, letting herself sink deeper into the water until it was up to her neck. “It is really lovely,” Kotori agreed. “I’m glad we get to relax after such a long day,” Umi added, leaning her back against a smooth rock and lowering herself deeper into the water. She closed her eyes, allowing her body to relax as the hot water around her warmed her to her core. However, just as she was getting relaxed, her bladder sent another nagging signal, and she tensed her thighs up. She frowned in irritation. She just got in. She didn’t want to get out so soon, especially with how relaxing the water felt. She pushed her urge to the back of her mind and leaned her head back, letting out a relaxed sigh. “The rest of this trip’s been a total mess,” Honoka admitted, “But these hot springs are really nice. I really needed this after we pushed ourselves so hard last week.” “That was really stressful. Still, people really seemed to like how our performance turned out,” Umi agreed, “I was really worried when you kept stumbling over the lyrics I wrote, I thought maybe they were too difficult, but we got there in the end.” “I really panicked when my sewing machine broke,” Kotori recalled, eyebrows drooping from recalling the distress, “Luckily I had saved up enough from my part-time job that I was able to get a new one pretty quickly.” “Speaking of, how’s the maid cafe gig going?” Honoka asked. Kotori looked down and blushed, “A-ah, it’s going really well! It’s still really embarrassing that you guys know, though…” Kotori shifted her weight slightly and sunk deeper into the water. At first, Umi thought it was out of embarrassment, but then Kotori snaked a hand down and pressed it between her legs. It was brief, and Kotori quickly played it off as moving her hand beside her thigh, but Umi had caught it. The act reminded Umi of her own urge to pee, which came flooding back full-force. Umi was forced to squeeze her thighs together and rub them back and forth to ease the sudden wave of desperation. It passed, but Umi could no longer completely ignore her need to pee. My bladder’s filling up fast. I’ll probably have to get out soon… Still, now that she knew, or at least suspected, Kotori had to go as well, she had a plan. Kotori wasn’t likely to speak up on her own, but if it started looking like she was pretty desperate, Umi could chime in. Kotori would probably jump in as well, and the two could go to the toilets together. I’ll wait until then. I won’t be putting it off that long, and the bath is still relaxing. Now that Umi was watching Kotori, it was definitely clear that she had to go too. She was doing her best to hide her need, but Umi had known her for long enough to pick up on when she had to pee. She couldn’t sit still, shifting her weight from side to side restlessly as she rubbed her legs together under the water. She was talking about something that had happened at her job the other day, but it was clear to Umi that she was having some trouble focusing on the details. Honoka, being Honoka, didn’t seem to pick up on Kotori’s discomfort, but Umi was really sympathizing with her. Her own bladder was making itself known. It had been filling steadily, and all the tea and water she drank during dinner was slowly trickling down into her lower abdomen. Worse still, the relaxing heat of the water against her naked body, including her crotch, was doing her no favors either. She had her thighs pressed together tightly, and was bouncing her legs up and down, sending subtle ripples through the water. Maybe I should just go. I’ll be able to relax a lot better afterward, and Kotori looks like she has to go pretty bad over there. Umi was about to speak up, but it was actually Honoka who stood up first, “Ah, guys, I actually really have to pee. I think I drank too much during dinner.” “I have to go, too,” Umi nodded. “Me too,” Kotori jumped in on the bandwagon, standing up and crossing her legs for emphasis. “We can always come back after we’re done. Besides, it’ll give us time to cool down a little so we don’t boil.” The three made their way back to the changing room, using their towels to dry off. Umi shuffled in place uncomfortably as she put on the robes the inn provided, but soon all three girls were headed for the door. However, once Honoka reached it, she stopped in her tracks. “Oh no!” “What’s wrong?” Umi asked, squeezing her thighs together as her bladder protested yet another delay. “Ah, well,” Honoka spoke nervously, “I think they accidentally locked us in.” “What?” Umi asked, crossing her arms. She stepped forwards and tried the door, but sure enough, it wouldn’t budge, “You’re kidding me.” “Hey!” Honoka knocked on the door, “The door’s locked, let us out!” Honoka stood there knocking, all the while Umi and Kotori were shuffling in place. Honoka herself had a hand jammed between her legs openly, and was bouncing around as she banged on the door to get someone’s attention. After several minutes, Honoka’s shoulders drooped and she squirmed in place, “Guys, I think we’re really locked in.” “Oh no,” Kotori danced in place worriedly, “What should we do?” It was obvious from her desperate squirming that she was talking about their full bladders. “Well, technically the hot springs are outside. We could go behind the rocks or something,” Honoka suggested, hopping from foot to foot as she continued to openly hold herself. “Absolutely not!” Umi chastised her, “There’s no way we can do something like that! Besides, if any of it gets in the spring water, other people will have to bathe in it. That’s just rude.” “T-then what are we going to do?” Honoka asked. “Well, I mean, they said the female time slot only lasts 2 hours. Presumably, after that, they’ll send someone to check that no one’s left in the bath before letting the guys in,” Umi pointed out. “But, that’s…” Kotori trailed off, uncrossing and recrossing her legs as they stood by the door. “We’ve already been in here for a while, so it shouldn’t be that long,” Umi tried, but she knew it was of little consolation. The time slot had just switched over when they had entered, and even if Umi was generous with her estimate of how long they had spent there already, there was still over an hour left before they’d be let out. “S-so, what should we do while we… while we wait?” Honoka switched her word-choice, likely to avoid directly referencing their collective needs. “Well, I’m going to enjoy the hot springs, as much as possible,” Umi replied. “You’re going to go back in the water?” Honoka asked, looking at Umi like she was crazy. “W-well,” Umi weighed her options, shuffling in place desperately, “It’s not like it’s going to be any easier to hold it here, and it’s a bad idea for us to stand around in our bath robes. We’ll catch a cold.” “It is a bit chilly, now that we’re not in the water,” Kotori admitted. Honoka looked hesitant, but she nodded and they all disrobed and once again headed back out into the hot springs. Now that they all knew they had to pee, however, the atmosphere and situation was a lot different. None of them, not even Kotori, were trying to hide the fact that they were holding it openly. The three were trying to hold a conversation, but clearly it was small talk, meant as a distraction for their mutual situation. Honoka sat forwards, kneeling with her heel clearly pressed into her crotch. She wriggled back and forth as she clearly struggled. If Umi looked closely, she could see the bulge that had formed in Honoka’s abdomen. Her bladder clearly swollen and full of all the liquid she had consumed at dinner. Kotori was now openly holding herself under the water, both hands jammed against her bare crotch as she squirmed in place. Her face was also bright red, though whether that was due to embarrassment, the struggle of holding, or the heat from the water was anyone’s guess. Umi herself was sitting carefully with a hand between her legs, shaking her thighs as she rubbed her abdomen with her other hand. She too could feel the bulge of her bladder, sticking out like a rock-hard lump, steadily filling with more pee as all the tea made its way through her. Worse still, every time each one of them moved, it created the torturous sounds of splashing and sloshing that only heightened her need. She imagined the others were in the same boat, and noticed Kotori and Honoka wincing every time the sounds of the water got to them. “S-so,” Honoka started, pausing either out of her struggle or otherwise trying to figure out how to keep the conversation going so they could try to get their minds off of having to pee, “W-what do you guys want to do tomorrow? I doubt we want to stay here all day until we have to catch the train back.” “Hmm, maybe we can go sight-seeing? I doubt there’s gonna be much in the town, but we can check it out?” Kotori asked. “I wouldn’t mind, as long as you two don’t mind the hike?” Umi replied. “I don’t mind, as long as it gives us something to do!” Honoka smiled, pumping one fist into the air. However, she quickly pulled it back down and jammed her hands between her legs, squeezing her eyes shut at the sudden movement. Her sudden movement sent splashes of water to Umi, and her bladder took the opportunity to remind her of how full it was getting. She pressed her hand against her crotch and leaned forwards, trying to hold back the flood that was threatening to escape. She managed to avoid leaking, but she was getting more and more worried that she wouldn’t make it until they were let out. I have to pee so bad. I can’t believe we’re locked in here! Honoka and Kotori were also acting more and more desperate as time moved on, squirming and shuffling in place as they fought their body’s urges. The three of them could barely sit still, and Umi knew with all the tea they drank, it would only get worse as time moved on. Eventually, the conversation died. The three had nothing to talk about, and Umi was struggling on focusing on anything but her need to pee. She assumed the other two were in a similar state. Suddenly, Honoka let out a squeak, and she tensed up her whole body. She was shaking in place, scissoring her legs back and forth frantically, with no concern to the waves and splashes she was making. After a few moments of struggling, she bolted upright. “Oh my god, I can’t hold it! I’m going to have to go here!” “Honoka, you can’t!” Umi chided, fighting back her own flood, “If it gets in the hot spring…” “I seriously can’t hold it! I’m gonna leak if I keep trying! It’ll get in the hot springs anyway!” Honoka replied, “If I go behind those rocks, it shouldn’t make it into the water!” “Honoka-” “Umi, I, ah!” Honoka doubled over, squeezing herself even tighter, “It’s gonna come out! I gotta go now!” Umi watched Honoka heading for the rocks. She tried to make it back behind them and out of sight, but before she could flank around the rock, she let out another shocked gasp and squatted to the side in full view of the other girls. Pee exploded out of her in a powerful gush that splattered against the rocks, causing Umi’s body to tense up just from the sight and sound. Honoka let out a relieved gasp as she continued to pee, full-force, onto the ground below. Since she was naked, there was nothing holding back her stream as it flowed freely out of her. Kotori and Umi watched in envy as Honoka continued peeing, throwing her head back and bracing herself against the rock as her legs buckled. Umi’s bladder screamed at her to do the same, to rush over there, spread her legs, and pee unabashedly onto the ground beside her friend. Umi pushed back those thoughts and clamped down on her crotch, squeezing her thighs together and closing her eyes so she could no longer see Honoka peeing. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about the sound, and the combination of the powerful splashing and Honoka’s relieved moans were doing a number on her resolve. Finally, the sounds of Honoka’s stream trailed off, and Umi opened her eyes to see Honoka stand up and return to them, placing a hand over her once-bulging bladder with content. “Sorry, you two, I tried to make it behind the rock, but, well…” Honoka blushed, “Anyway, I feel much better. You two should go too.” “O-oh no, there’s no way I could go out here so openly,” Kotori insisted, holding her hands up. “Y-yeah, that’s way too embarrassing, not to mention totally inappropriate,” Umi replied, “I’ll hold it.” Umi said that, but she wasn’t exactly confident in her ability to make it that long. She didn’t have a phone to check the time, but they still likely had 30-40 minutes to wait before anyone would check up on them. Her need to pee was getting quite bad, and she could feel her swollen bladder bulging out, filled with so much pressure she wanted nothing more than to let it out. Kotori didn’t look to be in much better shape. She was shaking her legs back and forth, with both hands openly jammed against her crotch. Beads of sweat rolled down her foreheads as she bit her lip, and something told Umi they weren’t from just the heat and steam of the hot spring. Honoka, now that she had relieved herself, leaned back and relaxed fully. She closed her eyes and sunk deeper into the water, taking care not to make too many sploshing noises to avoid worsening her two friend’s predicament. The three fell into silence again as Umi and Kotori continued to squirm and struggle against their full bladders. It couldn’t have been another 5 minutes before Kotori stood up carefully, causing water to splash off her body and making Umi wince as her bladder spasmed. “I’m gonna go try the door again, maybe the attendant outside went to do something and came back.” She was dancing in place desperately, and Umi could tell she was desperately hoping they’d be let out. It didn’t look like she could hold it much longer, and she must be trying a last resort to make it to the bathroom. She headed off, wrapping herself up in her bath towel, and hobbled out of sight. Umi waited with baited breath as she could hear Kotori’s distant knocking. Umi herself was reaching the height of her desperation, and she was losing confidence that she’d be able to hold out until the time slots switched over. Unfortunately for the both of them, Kotori returned, still hobbling desperately, with a worried expression on her face. “No luck, still no answer,” Kotori frowned. She hobbled back to where the girls were sitting, but she neglected to remove her towel or get back in the hot springs. Instead, she sat herself down on a rock with her feet resting in the water, shaking her legs back and forth as she rubbed her thighs with her hands. Umi watched her squirm there, which only heightened her own desperation further. She was forced to draw her legs up and lean back, trying to take pressure off her bladder. She shuffled from side to side in the water, rubbing her aching bladder with one hand as the other clamped down over her pee-hole. She was so desperate it was getting hard to focus on anything, and the feeling of the warm water against her crotch tingled and enticed her muscles to relax, a reflex she had to fight off by squeezing her thighs together. “A-ah,” Kotori gasped, shuffling her legs back and forth. She clamped down on her crotch and closed her eyes, leaning forwards and biting her lower lip. She then began scissoring her legs back and forth, and from Umi’s position, she could see up Kotori’s towel. Her fingers were pressed up against her bare crotch, but there were a few telltale drips leaking out between them. Kotori then shot up, blushing bright red, “I really can’t hold it anymore, I’m going to try the door again!” Kotori rushed off, jamming both hands between her legs as she hobbled off quickly. The two watched her disappear again, but instead of hearing the sounds of her knocking on the door, Umi could hear the faint sound of hissing. The bathing area was back that way, with drains in the floor for the water. She couldn’t be sure, but she imagined Kotori was squatted over one, peeing into it full-force. Part of Umi didn’t blame her, but another part was disappointed. She expected something like that from Honoka, but she always figured Kotori would be more likely to hold out until the end. It also seemed like something she’d be far too embarrassed to do. However, considering she was leaking already, she might not have had much of a choice. A few moments later, and Kotori returned, her face bright red. She refused to meet Umi’s eyes, partly out of embarrassment and if Umi were to guess, partly out of guilt, now that Umi was the only one left holding it. She said nothing about peeing, but she was carrying herself much more calmly, and the bulge of her bladder was gone, so it was pretty obvious that she had in fact relieved herself. She once again sat down on the rock, out of the hotspring. Her skin was pretty red, so she might have been feeling pretty overheated. Umi herself was feeling pretty hot too, but she knew her body would get chilly if she left the hot spring, and the cold would do no favors for her bladder. Speaking of her bladder, Umi was seriously reaching her limits. As stubborn as she was being about peeing out in the open, her bladder was sending wave after wave of desperation, wracking her body and keeping her from sitting still at all. It was clear to herself and both of her friends that she was going to pee sooner rather than later, whether she wanted to or not. “Hey, Umi,” Honoka frowned, “Maybe you should just go, you look in really bad shape, and both of us already went.” Kotori blushed, but also nodded, “Yeah, you look like you really have to go.” “I’m f-fine,” Umi denied, “I can hold it!” She said that more to convince herself than the others, but with her bladder still filling despite how full it already was, Umi was fighting against the clock. She could hardly sit still in the water, and every desperate shake, every time she pressed her thighs together, and every squeeze she gave herself made sloshing noises that only made her bladder scream back harder in protest. Even if she had been wearing clothes, it’d be hard to miss the significant bulge of her bladder. All of the tea and water she had drank at dinner was sitting at the base of her abdomen, trying to force its way out. Umi’s body was practically shaking as she struggled to hold on. She had her eyes squeezed shut as tears of the strain stung at the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t focus on anything other than how full her bladder was and how badly she needed to go. Somehow, she managed to hold out for 10 more minutes, but Umi was now practically shaking in spot in the effort of holding back the flood. Her whole body was telling her to let go, something she could no longer stubbornly put off. She didn’t want to pee out here, or even do what Kotori did and use one of the drains, but she wasn’t going to make it. “I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore!” Umi blurted out as she shot up. Her bladder screamed at the sudden movement and she doubled over, rubbing her swollen abdomen and squeezing her legs together in an attempt to hold it all back. She felt a short spurt escape her, and she hurried out of the water to ensure it didn’t drip into the hot springs. She bolted to the rock Honoka had used, ignoring the spasms from her overfilled bladder every time she took a step. She was leaking more, but right now all she cared about was getting out of sight of her friends. She turned around to look back at her friends, but Honoka and Kotori had started up a conversation among themselves, with Kotori sitting on the rock, wrapped in her towel, and Honoka sitting in the water. They were purposely not staring to give Umi privacy, something she greatly appreciated. She tucked behind the rock and squatted, spreading her legs as she braced herself with one hand. Not a moment after she lowered herself behind the rock, a strong stream burst out of her, spraying a good distance and splashing against the floor. She looked down at her own stream in embarrassment, but she couldn’t help let out a relieved sigh as she finally tasted the relief she had been denying herself. She felt the pressure in her bladder ease up as she peed full force, creating quite a puddle that spread across the tiled floor surrounding the natural rocks of the hot springs. Ordinarily, just the act of doing this would have been mortifying, but because Umi had been holding it for so long, and because she had been so desperate, she was overtaken with the blissful feeling of relief. She threw her head back and bit her lip to stifle a moan. Waves of pleasurable relief washed over her, and she almost felt aroused as she let all the pent up urine she’d been holding back drain out of her. She wasn’t sure how long she had been peeing, but finally her flow started to weaken, no longer spraying out at a distance, but gradually coming closer until it was splashing at the ground between her spread legs. Her blissful relief began to fade, replaced with the embarrassment of having to pee in such an inappropriate area, as well as the dull ache of a bladder that had once been filled to bursting. Finally, her flow tapered off, and she looked down at the substantial puddle of urine she had created. Assuming part of the job of the staff was to clean up the bathing area before letting the men in, there was no way they wouldn’t notice this. Honoka’s puddle had already soaked up and could barely be seen, and Kotori had peed into a drain, but Umi’s would certainly linger until it was cleaned up. Still, there would be no way of them knowing who had peed behind the rock, and it was their fault in the first place for locking them all in here. Still, Umi felt bad, and even as she stood up, stepping around her puddle carefully so she could return to the others, she would be grateful if she never had to come back to these particular hot springs ever again. - The End -
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