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Right after the Cartwright family returned home from their evening at a restaurant, they walked up to the front door. Donald then noticed Kitty dancing around in desperation. "Wow, honey!" Donald said, impressed. "I didn't know you were such a good dancer. I'm still wondering why you're dancing if there's no music being played." "I'm not dancing, you idiot!" Kitty snapped. "I drank too much of that lemonade!" "Oh," Donald replied. "Is that what the song is called?" "No!" Kitty snarled. "I had five tall glasses of lemonade and I've been holding it for an hour now!" "Okay," Donald said, still dumbfounded by what Kitty meant. "But what does drinking lemonade have to do with dancing?" Kitty just slapped him in the face. "I am not dancing!" Kitty snapped once again. "I filled my bladder with 48 fl oz of that lemonade back at that restaurant and I have to pee! Are you really that stupid?!" "Oh," Donald told her. "Well why didn't you say so? You could have gone at the restaurant while we were still there." "That bathroom was too filthy," Kitty complained, hugging onto her crotch tightly. She wiggled her way to the door, searching for her keys. "Okay, Donald," she told her husband. "You can quit fooling around and give me the keys so I can unlock this door, step inside, and go to the bathroom in there!" "Okay," Donald replied. "Now let me see where I put them... " He searched for the keys for about a few seconds, and Kitty was bouncing in desperation, with one hand grabbing tightly on the doorknob and the other holding her crotch. "Are you going to give me the keys or what?!" Kitty snapped at Donald. Then Donald looked horrified. "Oh no!" he said. "I think I locked them inside the car!" Kitty then stared back in shock. "You what?!" she shouted in Donald's face. "I... I... " Donald stammered. Kitty was now furious. It was bad enough her husband had done a lot of dumb things in the past. But with him locking the keys in the car and her bladder getting ready to burst, she was really ready to attack him. But she thought better of it. So she ran to the car and tried to open the driver's door, only to find it was locked. As she stared inside, there they were. Inside the ignition, dangling slowly. Kitty growled at the top of her lungs as her husband and child slowly approached her. "Donald!" she yelled. "Y-y-y-y-y-yes, dear?" he asked apprehensively. "HOW DO YOU LOCK THE KEYS INSIDE THE CAR?!" Kitty shouted, emphasizing every word. "You don't use your head?" Donald answered nervously. "I hope you're proud of yourself now!" Kitty snarled. "The keys are locked inside the car, we're locked outside our house, and I have to pee!" "I can fix this," Donald protested. "Oh yeah?" Kitty replied sharply. "HOW?!" Donald tried to think for a second. But had nothing. He was feeling rather uneasy on what his wife would do. She was on the verge to bursting and was about to attack him if she got her panties wet. Luckily, he had dodged a bullet when Kitty made her decision. "I'll deal with you later!" Kitty shouted at her husband. "Right now, I have to find a way inside the house so I can use the bathroom!" Kitty held onto her crotch and ran back to and around the house to find some way inside. The backdoor was locked. The windows were locked. The garage door was locked. Everything around the house was closed tightly. Kitty growled in frustration. "EVERYTHING IS LOCKED!" she shouted at the sky. She held on to her crotch tighter. She really needed to go and could barely hold it in. "I really need to pee so bad," she whined. It wasn't helping that she saw that the house's roof was still drenched from raining yesterday. It dripped a thin trail of water from the edge rapidly. Kitty also looked around to find the faucet for the backyard was also dripping with a tiny thin trail of water. She was really desperate. Kitty then looked around some more. With no access inside a building and water dripping around her, she had only one option: go outside. She watched as her husband and child approached her. "Donald," she told him. I want you to come with me." "Where are we going?" Donald asked, hesitant of what he thought Kitty would do to him. "Just come with me," Kitty grumbled, grabbing Donald by the wrist and taking him with her, their child following along. She guided them to a large bush in their backyard. "Now listen up," Kitty told her husband. "I want you to keep lookout while I pee behind this bush. And when I am done, I want you to give me something to wipe with. Do you have any napkins?" Donald checked his pockets and pulled out a few napkins. "They're all clean," he told Kitty. "Cheers," Kitty replied, snatching the napkins out of his hands. "Now I want you to stay behind this bush and don't look at me." So Kitty went on the other side of the bush as Donald covered his eyes with his hands. Kitty could feel the flood gates opening any second. So she took a furtive look around to make sure no one was watching, pulled down her pants and panties, squatted down, and began to pee instantly. "Ahhhhh!" Kitty sighed in relief. "Now that feels much better." Kitty felt her pee hitting the ground rapidly. She was relieved that although she was upset to have to be forced to pee outside, at least she made it before she could wet herself. "I hope you're not staring at me back there!" Kitty called to her husband. "I hate people who watch me pee! I especially hate those monsters looking at me! I am NOT a project you can just observe! I want my privacy out here since I couldn't make it to the toilet!" "I'm not looking, honey!" Donald protested, his eyes still covered by his hands. "I promise." "You better not be staring at me!" Kitty called back as she continued to pee. As she continued squatting, Kitty saw that a trail of her pee was getting longer and longer. After about two minutes, the pee trail was 2 yards long. "Are you finished back there, honey?" Donald asked from behind the bush. "Not yet, Donald!" Kitty shouted furiously, her pee coming out faster. "I told you I drank too much lemonade! This is going to take a while!" So Kitty continued peeing, and soon, a good five minutes passed since she started peeing. Her pee trail was now about four yards long, and it was flowing on the ground like a yellow river. Kitty was still squatting while peeing rapidly. Her bare butt was getting so cold she could feel the goose bumps on them. She groaned in frustration. Why did I drink so much lemonade?" she complained. Kitty continued peeing for one more minute until her pee finally weakened into tiny drops. "Finally, I'm finished," she sighed. "I can't believe it took me this long to finish peeing." Kitty used the napkins to wipe herself and threw the napkins on the ground. "Are you finished yet?!" Donald asked, popping from behind the bush. He had accidentally saw Kitty still squatting with her pants down, getting a view of her bare butt, and Kitty turned back to see Donald by surprise. "DONALD!" she screamed. "I told you not to look!" "I'm sorry," Donald said, freaking out. "I was just seeing if you were finished already!" Kitty then pulled up her purple panties and red pants and stood up to face Donald. "Well I'm done!" she told him. "And I'm still mad at you for locking the keys in the car." She stepped over an absurdly long trail of her pee and on the other side of the bush to confront Donald. "I told you I was sorry," Donald complained. "I'll just call an auto company to see if they could get the keys out of the car," Kitty told him as she guided her husband and daughter to the front yard. "At least I still have my cellphone. You guys sure have it easy though. You can just whip it out and stand while keeping all your clothes on, while I, a woman, have to bare my bum in the air to go outside." As the Cartwrights left, Lydia then came around from behind the big bush, encountering a 4-yard stream of Kitty's pee. Lydia stared at it in disgust. "This must be what human urine looks like," she muttered. "And that woman says monsters are disgusting. They have a house right there. Why didn't she just go there? Don't humans have any decency?"
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Elise had returned from her latest mission to her house. As she walked to the house, she started to wiggle in desperation with her legs crossing together. "I shouldn't have drank 32 ounces of that lemonade," she muttered searching through her pockets shaking as if she was shivering from the cold. "Now where'd I put my... " Then she remembered! She had given the keys to Chris for safe keeping. So while trying to hold her bladder tight, Elise pulled out her cellphone and punched in Chris' number. Chris answered the phone. "Hello," he answered. "Chris, honey, it's me!" Elise replied. "Oh hey, Elise," Chris replied back. "How are you?" "I'll be fine," Elise told him through gritted teeth still desperate to use the bathroom. "Just as soon as you open the door now. I really have to go!" "GO?" Chris asked sounding hesitant. "Oh, well, I'm afraid... I have a problem. I'm not at home." "What do you mean you're not at home?!" Elise shouted. "See, I had to come here to Burgerphile to pick up my order," Chris told her. "I ordered it through the phone and I'm here right now to pick it up. So I'll be right over in a while." "I can't wait a while, Chris!" Elise shouted desperately. "I have a full bladder here! I need to get into to house so I can tinkle!" "Well, it's going to take me a while to get back home, Elise," Chris said. "So I'm locked out here holding on to dear life of my bladder until you come back?!" Elise shouted still squirming to keep her bladder tight. "No," Chris told her. "I had Dan stay around while I get my order." Elise then stared ahead in horror. "Oh no," she whispered. The last thing she wanted was to have Dan stay alone in her house. There was no telling what chaos he would have started while he was inside alone. So Elise quickly headed for the window and stared through the window. There was Dan resting on the couch with a bored look on his face as he flipped through channels. "Man, all these channels and there is just nothing on," he muttered under his breath. "I'm starting to give up on television at this point." Just then, Dan heard a loud tap at the window. He walked over to see Elise tapping on the glass. She was stomping her feet on the ground while holding on tightly to her crotch. "Elise?" Dan said. "Where did you come from?" "Never mind that, Dan!" Elise shouted. "Just open the door so I can go to the bathroom!" Dan then thought about it. He was quite enjoying Elise's desperation and wanted to have a little fun before letting her in. "Hmm... give me one good reason why I should let you in." "Because it's my house!" Elise shouted. "Why?" Dan asked. "Because I paid for it!" Elise yelled. "Why?" Dan asked again. "Because I got the money for the house!" "Why?" Dan asked once again. "BECAUSE I NEED A PLACE TO STAY INSIDE... AND PEE!" Elise shouted angrily. Dan then paused once again. "Why?" he finally repeated. "DAN!" Elise growled loudly. "Open this door right now!" "Open it?" Dan asked. "I would open it. But I'd be touching your property, which you wouldn't like." "I'm serious, Dan!" Elise snapped. "OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" Dan just thought for a moment. "I'll have Chris open it for you," he said. "He'll be back in a few minutes." Dan just walked away. "Dan! You come back here!" Elise shouted angrily. "I swear, if I wet myself, I'll shove you down the toilet! Dan! DAAAN!" Elise stared angrily at the window. She continued to grab her crotch tightly. The urine wasn't going to hold inside any longer, and Elise couldn't afford wet pants. So she went to the backdoor to open it, only for Dan to beat her to it and lock it. "Too slow," Dan said smiling. Elise growled. "DAN!" she shouted furiously. Dan just walked away casually with a smug smile on his face. Elise felt her bladder stinging. "Just hold it, Elise," she told herself. "You're going to make it. You'll make it." So Elise went to the kitchen window, only to find that Dan had locked the window. Elise just stared at Dan furiously as she banged on the window. "You're a dead man, Dan!" she shouted. "No, I'm healthy and well hydrated," Dan retorted. "I think I need a glass of water to quench my thirst." So Dan went into the refrigerator and pulled out a full jug of ice cold water. This only made Elise's desperation worse. She continued holding onto her crotch as she watched Dan pour the water into a cup. "Look at the lovely waterfall," Dan said trying to get in Elise's head. "Such a nice splash." Dan then took the cup of water and started gulping it down slowly, causing Elise to squeeze herself together harder. Dan was really making it harder for her. As Dan finished, he walked to the sink. "Now to rinse out my cup," he stated. Elise's desperation got even worse when she saw the faucet running as Dan washed out his cup. Dan was really enjoying seeing Elise so desperate to get inside to use the bathroom. He was hoping that Elise would wet her pants and he would videotape it to show the whole world Elise's embarrassing accident. As Dan walked away, Elise grabbed her crotch as she raced to the other side of the house, only to learn those windows were locked as well. She then returned to the glass window and saw Dan sitting on the couch. "DAN!" Elise shouted banging on the window. "DAN! YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" Dan pretended he didn't hear her and watched a channel with a river. Elise was very desperate to use the bathroom that she had to quickly stare away. When she looked around, she saw the bushes around the house. She thought about it, but then she thought against it. "No. You're better than this, Elise," she whispered to herself. "Just hold it until Chris comes back with the key." But by this time, Elise felt her bladder about to leak, and she was left with a choice: either wet herself, or relieve herself behind the bushes. "Fine!" Elise finally shouted in despair. "I can't believe I'm really going to do this." Elise felt so embarrassed to do it. But she knew that she would wet her pants if she didn't just go right away, and Dan was obviously not going to let her step in the house until he would see Elise with wet pants. Elise looked around and went inside the shed in the backyard. She went inside one of her drawers and found a piece of soft handkerchief. It was in mint condition and clean. Feeling the drops of liquid on its way to exit out of her lower regions, Elise quickly dashed outside and stood behind the bushes. With the handkerchief in her left hand, Elise looked around to make sure no one else was watching. After a while, she finally pulled her pants and panties down, squatted down, and started to pee. While Elise was finally relieved she was able to pee without wetting herself, she was still angry with Dan for locking her out and forcing her to squat and pee behind the bushes instead. She especially hated the cold breeze blowing through her bare butt while she was peeing a river on the lawn. "Grr, I am going to MURDER him!" Elise growled underneath her breath. After about 40 seconds had passed, Elise then heard Dan laughing. She looked straight ahead just to see Dan recording Elise squatted while peeing on his cellphone. "Smile, Elise," Dan sneered capturing Elise, who was staring holes at Dan. "Dan, I am going to KILL YOU when I'm finished!" Elise told Dan angrily. She was so angry that her pee stream started pouring quickly. She was really forming a river on the grass. Dan just laughed. "When you gotta go, you gotta go, sweetheart," Dan mocked. "You might beat the world record of peeing at the longest time once I put this on YT." Dan laughed, and Elise finally finished after a minute and 20 seconds. "You better not, Dan!" Elise told him as she began to wipe. "I swear, you post that video for everyone to see me, I will KILL you!" After wiping, she tossed away the handkerchief and pulled up her pants. She stared angrily at Dan and started to chase him. "Come here, you lousy jerk!" Elise shouted as Dan ran away in fear. "I don't think I thought this through!" Dan cried apprehensively. Just then, a pair of headlights shined on them both. It was Chris, who had parked in the driveway just in time. He hopped out of the car, holding a Burgerphile bag, and stared at Dan and Elise. "Need I asked what's going on here?" he started. "Nothing, Chris," Dan told him grinning widely, trying to seem innocent. "There wasn't anything going on between me and Elise, right?" "Not yet," Elise grumbled silently. "Whatever," Chris said sounding uninterested. "Listen, I'm going to finish my food inside now." Before Chris made his way to the door, he noticed a long trail of urine trickling through the grass. "Say, what's that?" he asked. "Just a small river," Elise told him. "Yellow river?" Chris asked. "Let's just go inside," Elise said shoving Chris to the front door, with Dan following along. "I'm still going to kill you, Dan," Elise muttered under her breath. Dan gulped a little. He was afraid for a bit, but at the same time, he was glad he got a video of Elise and just smiled at his cellphone. The End