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Here is a short story I wrote going off of my idea of the alternate universe where men sit, and women stand to pee. I am going to make a few short stories using this idea as was a request by another user. Hope you all enjoy! 🙂 

There is sexual activity in this story, so this is your warning not to read if you don't want to hear about that stuff!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Danielle and Arthur drove in silence. Neither one dared to speak. They might be in a car with the windows rolled up, but they still feared being heard. The radio was not even on. The one and only sound was the hum of the engine.

At long last, Danielle brought the car to a casual stop besides the park.

“Well,” Danielle dared speak. “We’re here,” she turned to her boyfriend. “You ready?”

Arthur didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say. Worst of all, Arthur feared saying something wrong. While Authur loved his girlfriend and would do anything for her - hence why he was here - he strongly wished they would just turn around and go home.

“I know you are scared,” Danielle cooed. “I am nervous myself. But that is what makes this fun!” Danielle wiggled her hips as though she was twerking. Danielle was dancing in her seat for another reason besides excitement. Danielle seriously wished she had been smart enough to use the restroom before coming to the park. She at least wished she hadn’t drank all of those iced teas. Danielle was half tempted to ask Authur to visit a fast food place or maybe a gas station so she could pee. But alas, Danielle knew that if she and Authur were to leave, her significant other may never return with her. Arthur didn’t want to be here, and Danielle knew this.

But she also knew that Authur would have a good time as long as he gave this activity a fair chance. That is how Authur is. He says he will hate something, but once he tries it he loves it. The first time he watched a horror movie, he guaranteed he would hate it. That is now his new favorite genre. Arthur said he would hate the taste of fish. That is one of his favorite foods. Arthur promised Danielle that he would despise using anal beads in the bedroom. That is his new favorite sex toy.
Danielle knew Arthur would love this. Danielle knew that she would love this! They just had to give it a try. But with all of that ice tea bouncing around between her bladder walls, Danielle’s mind was too fixated on the bathroom to focus much on the task at hand.

Danielle’s fingers drumbled the wheel, her leg bouncing, she looked side to side.

“Looks like I'm not the only one who’s nervous,” Arthur laughed.

“What?” Danielle realized Authur was making a reference to all of his girlfriend’s fidgety movements. “Oh, oh yeah, I’m nervous,” Danielle said. That was true, she was. But she was also excited. Moreover, she needed the restroom. But Authur didn’t need to know that last part. He would insist on leaving and who knows when/if they would try this again. Danielle would be okay. She just had to stop thinking about the bathroom. And given what she and Authur would be doing, that would be easy… Hopefully!

Danielle took one last look around. When she was satisfied, she told her boyfriend, “Okay, the coast is clear. Let’s go!”

Danielle and Authur unfashioned their seat belts and opened their car doors. The couple raced across the pavement and their shoes met the grass of the park. They ran past the swing set and made their way to the benches. Beyond the benches there was a small group of oak trees. Danielle and Authur ducked behind them.

“What if someone sees?” Authur asked in a hushed whisper.

Rather than responding to her boyfriend’s distress, the horny twenty-eight-year-old threw her arms around her man and began aggressively making out with him. Arthur did not fight it. He made out with Danielle as well.

As the couple made out, they both had their minds set on different things. Authur feared being caught while Danielle feared not finding a bathroom soon. Despite these feelings of consternation, Danielle and Authur could both feel themselves getting more and more aroused. They each sensed an erection coming on. Authur’s penis grew still and Danielle’s clitoris grew firm.

In no time, the duo lay in the grass, hands all over each other, mouths pressed tight together, tongues licking the inside of their partner’s mouths.

As they kissed, they undressed. Arthur pulled off his girlfriend’s top, while Danielle yanked down her boyfriend’s shorts. Authur undid his SO’s bra and Danielle took care of her lover’s boxers.

Soon enough, Danielle and Authur lay in the soft, moist grass, the crisp night air on their faces, completely and utterly nude.

“Ready?” Danielle asked. Before Authur could answer her question, Danielle felt a strong surge of urine attempting to make a break for it. Without thinking, Danielle’s hand flew downwards and wrapped itself around her slightly hairy vulva.

Danielle’s hand tightened around her lady bits and she crushed her fingers down into her skin until the most powerful urge to micturate passed.

“You okay?” Arthur took note of his girlfriend squirming all around their grassy bed.

“I’m fine… Just kind of have to pee,” Danielle admitted. She instantly regretted telling Arthur this. Danielle prepared for

Authur to suggest they leave. Arthur did make a suggestion, but it was one Danielle did not expect.

Arthur’s eyes twinkled with excitement and his lips turned upwards. “Do you wish to relieve yourself?” Arthur asked in a sickly sweet voice. “Well, you may, my queen,” Arthur lay on his back, spreading out his arms and legs, his penis hanging limp, pressed against the right leg.

Danielle blinked in surprise. She understood fully what Authur was proposing. “You… You want me to…”

Arthur nodded. “Only if you want to, yes.”

Danielle was taken aback. She had no clue that her boyfriend was into golden showers. Danielle has never tried to give one before. But hey, Arthur was willing to partake in her fantasy of having sex in a public park. The least Danielle could do was return the favor and partake in one of his fantasies!

Grinning ear to ear, Danielle rose to her feet. Her bare feet tickled with blades of grass brushing up against them. Danielle stood over her boyfriend. She spread her legs wide apart, her buttocks stood out against the gentle summer breeze.

Danielle placed a finger on either side of her vaginal lips. Danielle’s bladder exhalled, eager to be so close to relief. Danielle released her golden waters.

The hot spring rained down on Authur, first showering across his chest. Then it moved upwards and splattered across his face. Arthur closed his eyes and smiled, taking in the warmth of his girlfriend’s lovely kidney juice. Danielle guided her stream down across Authur’s legs and then his arms. Danielle suddenly found herself grateful for all that ice tea she had drank. Turned out to be a good idea after all!

Danielle ended up spraying Authur down for over four minutes. Danielle dedicated half of her lengthy stream to spraying down Authur’s penis. Danielle’s powerful jet of piss doused down her boyfriend’s member, making it swell more and more with each drop of golden fluid that landed upon it. Danielle hosed down his penis as well as his testicals.

“Wow!” Arthur cried. “That was such a long pee!”

“I really had to go,” Danielle laughed, laying down beside her man. Danielle ran her hands over his soaking wet chest.

“That was sooo hot,” Authur moaned.

“The pee or the act?” Danielle laughed.

“Both,” wailed Authur.

“I never knew you were into that stuff,” Danielle said.

“I didn’t want you to think I was weird,” replied Authur.

“We…” Danielle’s voice broke off. “I am in love with sex in public places! I am the queen of weird!”

Arthur laughed. “I guess that’s true…”

“We are all into weird stuff,” Danielle said. “And guess what else?”

“What?”

Danielle smirked and licked her lips. “I think weird is sexy!”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

Danielle and Authur went back to making out.

“Girls are so cool,” Arthur moaned. “You guys are able to pee standing up! I want that!”

Danielle laughed. They went back to making out. While necking one another, Danielle grabbed Authur’s manhood and began running her hand up and down the shaft. She didn’t want Authur to lose his erection.

While Danielle gave Authur a hand job, Arthur ran his fingers around Danielle’s areola. Danielle felt her nipples harden into stone. Authur used his forefinger and his thumb to lightly squeeze Danielle’s left nipple. Danielle let out a sharp moan of delight. Authur then turned his attention to Danielle’s lady bits. Arthur got down and began licking his girlfriend’s clit.

Danielle continued to moan and let out small cries into the small wooded forest. As he gave Danielle oral sex, Authur lightly placed his fingers inside his girlfriend’s slippery vaginal canal and began thrusting. Danielle moaned even louder. Over time, Authur placed more fingers inside Danielle and he placed his whole lip around her clit and began sucking. Danielle felt ready to explode with excitement and gratification.

Eventually, Arthur placed his erect, condom-covered penis inside his girlfriend and began moving in and out of her. Danielle moaned and groaned. Arthur grunted.

“Bad girl, Danielle! Bad girl!” Arthur growled. Danielle moaned even louder upon hearing this dirty talk.

At this point, Danielle and Authur were both so fulfilled with their act, that they had both completely forgotten where they were. They cared about nothing more than making each other cum.

Unfortunately for them, an elderly couple of eight rounded the corner, out for a late night stroll. The park was empty at this time, but these two seniors made an appointment to visit every night for they both loved the scenery and the peaceful night time atmosphere.

Danielle felt close to cuming. She could feel her ejaculatory fluid ready to squirt out in a given moment. Danielle moaned.

Arthur grunted, telling Danielle what a naughty girl she was.

Danielle closed her eyes, feeling herself so close to climax when her ear canal received an unexpected and unpleasant surprise.

“Oh, Harold! What are they doing!” An elderly voice cried.

 

Police lights flashed like spotlights at a concert. Danielle and Authur stood, dressed once more, regretful expressions on their faces.

The elderly couple, Harold and his wife, Marie stood off to the side while a policeman asked for a report and took notes.

“Not to sound like a cliche old man,” Harold was saying. “But back in my day, you didn’t do these kinds of shenanigans in a public park! What has happened to this generation!” Harold waved his cane in the air just like the cliche old man he was trying to avoid acting like.

A policewoman approached Danielle and Authur. “Okay, you two,” she said. “Given the fact that this is your first offense and that no one was around when you… Began these acts… You are free to go. But in the future please remember this is a public park. Please do not attempt something like this again or there will be consequences. Understand?”

Danielle and Authur rapidly bobbed their heads, relieved to be let off the hook.

“You are letting these hooligans go!” Marie shouted.

“Is that wise?” Harold questioned.

The police tried to reassure the elderlies that everything was okay. Danielle and Authur took this opportunity to slip away and rushed back to their car.

 

Once safely inside their vehicle, Danielle sighed and said, “You were right… This was a bad idea.”

Arthur turned to fast Danielle as if she just told him she had toes where her fingers should be. “Are you nuts?” Arthur demanded. “I love this!”

Danielle’s head snapped in his direction. “You… You did?”

Arthur wagged his head up and down.

“But… We got caught,” Danielle pointed out.

“Well,” Arthur said. “I didn’t enjoy that part… But the rest of it… The excitement from getting caught, the golden shower, the handjob, all of it wonderful! I hope you enjoyed as well.”

Danielle had. But after getting caught, her spirits had dropped. But now, after hearing Authur’s words, Danielle realized how pleasurable this experience had been for her as well. Just as Authur had said, the golden shower, the oral sex, the handjob, Danielle had loved it all as well. And it was no surprise to Danielle that her boyfriend liked this activity only after trying it. That was her Authur!

“I would say we should do it again, but getting caught now would be pretty bad,” Arthur said.

Danielle grinned. “Then we just can’t get caught again.” Arthur smirked and so did Danielle. “Now let’s go home,” Danielle said, staring the car. “You have an orgasm to give me! And now that I think about it, my bladder feels kinda full. In other words, I think there is another golden shower I need to give you.”

Inside his boxers, Arthur’s limp penis instantly poked at the fabric of his shorts.

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Here is the second short story I wrote for this series! Enjoy! 🙂 

 

 

 

 

 

Ashley crossed her legs and held them tightly in place. One hand was down in her crotch while the other scribbled answers into an answer sheet. Ashley was nearly done with her damn test. Just a few more answers. Why did she decide to drink all that coffee this morning! Ashley had six cups of the stuff! She knew why. She was exhausted from pulling an all nighter studying for this damn test! Ashley is the kind of person that needs to drink coffee first thing in the morning anyway. But after studying all night long… She needed extra coffee!

On the bright side she was fully awake and the exam was easier than she had thought. The downside of course was that Ashley had half a dozen cups of caffeine swirling inside her bladder. Ashley had to keep her legs double crossed and squeeze her thigh for dear life. Almost there, only a few questions left!

This test was all multiple choice, which was where Ashley shined. Still, after one hundred and fifty questions, Ashley was growing tired of staring at this dumb paper while her bladder became more and more impatient.

Ashley was getting close, but with each answer she filled in, she felt her bladder ache even more. Why did school do this? Ashley understood that students could not leave during an exam out of fear of them cheating. But Ashley was not the kind of student to cheat. She made sure to study extra hard every night leading up to an exam, especially a big one like this. And while Ashley didn’t ace every test, per say, she tried her hardest and that was all she could do. But now, she was only trying her hardest not to soak her seat. Seriously, couldn’t a second professor escort students to the lavatory or something! This is the school system for you. They make students stay awake all night studying for tests and due to this, they must drink a lot of caffeine, and they are not even allowed restroom visits. The life of a college student was hard!

Squirming in her seat, Ashley finally finished her exam. She quickly shoved her pencil and eraser into her bag and stood up. Just standing put excess pressure down on her bladder, making Ashley wince. Ashley managed to stumble down the aisle, bag in one hand, test in the other. Ashley noticed that she was the only student left in the room. This was a small class to begin with, only a dozen some students. Ashley - while prepared - has always been a slow test taker.

“Finished,” the professor noticed Ashley hobbling over towards the front.

“Yes,” Ashley moaned, throwing her test carelessly on his desk.

“How was it?” The professor asked.

“Good,” Ashley kept her legs tight together.

“Yeah? Was it easy?” He wondered.

“A little.”

“Too easy or just easy?”

“Easy.”

“It's my first year here,” the professor blabbed on. “I want to make sure my tests aren’t impossible, but also not a cake walk. It is a fine balance, you know. I must balance all of my exams to make them doable for young minds, but also a bit of a challenge, know what I am saying?”

Ashley didn’t care one bit. In fact, she hardly heard her professor over her screaming bladder. All Ashley cared about at the present moment was finding the nearest urinal!

“Yes, yes,” Ashley wrapped up the conversation. “I am sorry, sir, but I must be going,” Ashley turned to make her escape.

“Oh? Any fun plans for the holiday weekend?” The professor asked.

“No,” Ashley said, doing her best to keep her voice level. She didn’t want to sound rude, nor did she want her voice to sound as desperate as her bladder felt. “But I am busy, I must be going.”

“Oh, what are you doing?” The professor wondered. “Not to put any pressure on you, I'm just curious. I like knowing about the personal lives of my students!”

Ashley was getting closer and closer to screaming at this man, ‘I am on my way to use the bathroom!’ But once again, she didn’t want to be rude nor did she want her professor to hear this statement.

“I am hanging out with my boyfriend,” Ashley said. This was nowhere near a lie. It was true, Ashley and her boyfriend of five years now, Josh were scheduled to hang out at her dorm later that night. But before then, Ashley’s bladder was begging for a quick urinal break.

“Oh, fun, well, don’t let me keep you,” the professor said. “Have a lovely long weekend!”

“You too, professor,” Ashley turned and sped out the door.

 

Ashley, unable to walk straight, was forced to hobble down the halls. Ashley passed a lovely plant which looked like it could use watering. If Ashley wasn’t so afraid of being caught, she would instantly stop in order to give that plant some refreshments! Instead, she kept her sphincter shut and managed to keep going.

Ashley was forced to walk past the lobby where there was a giant water fountain which sprayed water twenty feet into the air. Ashley shivered at the horrific sight of moving water. Ashley scrambled around the fountain, tuning out the rush of water, and kept going.

At long last, Ashley managed to make it to the restroom. She overheard - as well as saw - a student filling his water bottle at the fountain. Watching the water spray from the nozzle and listening to the panging of it as the water hit the metal bottle and filled to the tippy top… Ashley’s bladder could take it no longer! How Ashley was eager to sprint up to the urinal, open her fly, yank her panties aside, and just gush!

Ashley’s fantasy of blessed relief was cut short however, when she noticed her worst fear. Something she dreaded even more than failing that test… Plastered above the door was an ‘out of order’ sign.

Ashley stood, paralyzed, her hands in her crotch and her feet moving up and down, gawking at the rotten red and white sign, keeping her from her urinal break!

“The ladies’ room is out of order,” the student filling his metal water bottle said, as if Ashley couldn’t read the sign. “Guess one of the pipes in the urinal broke and there was a flood.” The student casually sipped his water. The slurping sounds were hazardous for Ashley’s dangerously full bladder! “You girls are so lucky!” The male student said. “I’d love to be able to pee in a urinal!”

Ashley knew she must look pretty stupid standing there, a twenty-five year old woman, doing the full fledged potty dance. But she also knew that if she didn’t dance, she would pee. And that would make her look even more stupid!

The student didn’t seem to notice Ashley’s dire predicament, however. He was too busy daydreaming about using the urinal. Ashley couldn’t say as she blamed him. Urinals were super fun and convenient too! Truthfully… Ashley was also currently fantasizing about using a urinal. But not in the same way this guy was.

The student walked off. Knowing her chances of using the urinal were lost, Ashley turned and began hobbling back across the building.

 

Ashley had to pass the fountain in the lobby again. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, the lawn outside the building has automatic sprinklers that were shooting millions of droplets of water all over the grass. Ashley understood why. It was a hot day out after all. The college didn’t want the grass to die. But right now, watching all of this water, was causing Ashley’s bladder to die!

Knees together, hands in crotch, Ashley sprinted across campus. Fortunately, it was a time of day where the campus was mostly empty of students. There were a few students chilling, but most were either inside in class, or inside avoiding the hot day out. Ashley was grateful so many were gone, but she didn’t care who saw her anymore. She just needed a restroom!

As she ran, Ashley felt her bouncing cause her bladder to swell in size each time she bounced. Ashley felt her overfilled bladder get closer and closer to bursting with each step she took. Ashley’s dorm was halfway across campus. She wasn’t sure if she could make it. Ashgley debated going inside one of these other buildings to pee. But all of her classes were in the science center - where she came from - Ashley didn’t know any of these other buildings. It was only her second semester on campus. She was afraid she would be unable to navigate these other buildings and find a bathroom. And if she did fail at finding a bathroom in these other buildings, then she would have wasted precious time getting back to her dorm. No, the best thing to do was to keep moving.

Ashley suddenly remembered there was a second bathroom on the second floor of the science center. Why hadn’t she just used that one? She really was stupid! Oh, well, no turning back now! She may not have been able to do the stairs in her current condition, anyway.

 

Ashley was halfway back to her dorm, when she was called over by Liam, her roommates' boyfriend.

“What is it, Liam?” Ashley asked, unable to keep from jogging in place. Ashley reluctantly lifted her hands from her crotch, turned them into fists, and held them in front of her to make it look less obvious. But each bounce caused her bladder to shake and all that coiffee threatened to come out. “Kinda busy,” Ashley again feared being rude. She liked Liam. he was a nice guy! But she wished people would stop bothering her when she was so desperate to use the restroom.

“Sorry, to bother you while you are jogging,” Liam said, having successfully bought Ashley’s ruse. “I just wanted to tell you the dorm building is going to be closed for a few hours. Probably until midnight.”

Ashley recoiled. “Come again?”

“There was a gas leak,” Liam explained. “No one is allowed back in for a while. They say it will take six to ten hours to clean up.”

“SIX TO TEN HOURS!!!” Ashley stopped all movement, quietly kicking herself for being so loud.

“Yeah, you okay?” Liam asked in alarm.

“Umm…” Ashley considered telling Liam her predicament. Liam was a kind guy. He would never make fun of her. But it was just too embarrassing. Still, Liam was a smart guy. If anyone had a solution, it would be him. Plus, he took classes all over campus. And he was a junior here. Liam would know how to navigate half of these buildings. But Ashley just couldn’t bring herself to tell her roommates' boyfriend the state of her bladder. So, she instead just said,

“I’m fine, just upsetting is all…”

“Yeah, but I’m sure we can find things to do until the gas leak is cleaned up,” Liam said. “It is Friday night! We should go out and do something anyway!”

“Yeah,” Ashley managed. “I’m sorry, I have to get going.”

“Ah, yes, of course. See you later!” Liam waved.

“See yeh,” Ashley turned. As soon as Liam was gone, Ashley bent down and hugged her crotch. Why hadn’t she just asked Liam if he knew where to find a bathroom! Half of the people on campus have seen her do the potty dance at this point anyway! But Ashley just couldn’t bring herself to say it with her words.

But now what? First the ladies’ room floods. Then the dorm building has a gas leak. What next?

Ashley’s mind went numb with panic. Her bladder stung. Her bladder was full and unattended to. Her sphincter trembled. Ashley knew if she didn’t pee now, she would lose all control. Ashley did have one idea… But if she was caught, she might get expelled. But desperate times call for desperate measures!

 

Ashley snuck behind the closest building. No one was outside today anyway, it was simply too hot. Ashley herself was sweating buckets. Partly due to the hot day, but also due to the fullness of her bladder and the strength it took keeping her sphincter closed all the way. Ashley was hot and tired. She stayed up all night studying. She just wanted to pee and sleep. But since her dorm was closed, she could do neither. Well, she might not be able to sleep. But she certainly could pee! And she would pee one way or another!

Ashley looked to the left, she looked to the right, she tooled to the left again. She saw no one. Ashley gained control of her past moving legs. She stood with her feet hip width apart and unzipped her jeans. Ashley pulled her purple underwear to the side and allowed a strong stream of hot clear liquid to shoot from her pee hole and smash against the side of the building. Ashley let a breath escape from her lips as urinating felt terrific!

Ashley stared down at her business. She watched as her completely clear urine came from her throbbing pee hole, past her vaginal lips, in between the flaps of her jeans, past her zipper and button, onto the brick wall, and finally ended its journey by rolling down the brick. Ashley noticed the brick wall was becoming darker and darker. Between the dark bricks and the fact that her piss stank of coffee, Ashley knew someone would discover this eventually. But they had no way of telling it was hers. And rain was expected to come in over the long weekend and put an end to this drought. If Ashley was lucky, no one would come back here for the next couple of days. And even if they did, again, no one would be able to tell she was the culprit! Out of all the people on campus, no one could tell she did this! Ashley did realize however that should someone discover this before the rains came, they would know for a fact that a female was the one behind this. No man had the ability to get their pee to go so far up the wall.

Ashley didn’t care much anyway. She did her very best to just shut off her brain and enjoy the feeling of her bladder emptying.
With all the coffee she drank - plus some water last night - Ashley’s urination lasted for several minutes. But when it finally ended, Ashley jiggled her womanhood to shake off the last few drops. She then allowed her panties to fall back into place, she buttoned and zipped, and went back to the front of the building.

That’s when it hit Ashley… Her bladder may be empty, but she was still stuck outside of her dorm. What would she do for the next six hours? Suddenly noticing the dryness of her mouth, Ashley decided to take a beverage break. Sure, she may have to pee again before the dorm was able to be entered again, but that was a problem for a few hours from now!

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Sorry it has been so long. Between the holiday and personal issues, life has been hectic lately. Enjoy! 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Helena, Melissa, and Angela finished setting up. The rope was lined up across the grassy field and the bowl they set out, sat exactly six meters away.

“Are you sure your neighbors won’t see?” Angela asked, nervousness in her tone.

“I don’t even have neighbors!” Helena wailed. “Well, I mean, I do… But they live far down the road. Unless they are watching us with telescopes, we’ll be okay.”

“What if they are?” Angela cried.

Helena and Melissa let out piercing grunts.

“Will you relax?” Melissa snapped at her sister. “Must you worry about everything?”

“I can’t help it,” Angela protested. “It is the way I am. You can’t stop fear.”

“Maybe not, but there are appropriate times to worry,” Helena explained. “And this is simply not one of them. Trust us, Angel, it is fine.”

Helena and Melissa referred to their younger sister as ‘Angle’ on account of her gorgeous singing voice. They always told Angela that she could become a famous singer someday. Instead, she ended up becoming a real estate agent. But Angela loved her job. Besides, she was far too timid to ever be up on stage.

“Don’t you guys think this is a little… Immature, anyway?” Angela asked. The other two sisters exchanged looks, confused by this question. “I just mean that… We are in our late twenties. Is this game suitable for us?”

“It’s fun! You never outgrow fun,” Melissa protested.

“Yeah, besides, I am curious to see if I am still the best shooter!” Helena cried.

Melissa folded her arms and pursed her lips. “It’s been years, Helena! I think you are out of practice!”

“We’ll just see about that, sis,” Helena spat.

“Can we just get this over with?” Angela snapped. Angela’s two older sisters faced her.

“Angle, this is supposed to be fun,” Helena said. “Not ‘get it over with’.”

“Yeah, something us three sisters could try,” Melissa said. “I mean, like I said, it has been years since we last did this! But it is supposed to be a fun game. If you don’t want to do it, then just go back inside.”

Angela froze. She hated when her sisters left her out of stuff. Of course, they had to leave her out their whole lives. Angela got scared of everything. When they were in high school and Melissa and Helena went to put a fake spider in the principal’s coffee, they left Angela out. When they signed up for Tinder, Angela was scared and refused to do it, so they did without her. When they were young adults and stole their mother’s pornagraphic magazines, they left her out. (Even then, Helena was twenty years old, Melissa nineteen, and Angela eighteen years of age. So, when their mother found out, Helena and Melissa didn’t even get in trouble. Their mom said they were young ladies now and even went out and bought them more dirty magazines!) There was also the time the sisters were in their early twenties even and decided to urinate in Melissa’s horrible boss’ coffee… They left her out. Angela just got scared of every single thing. And that is the other thing… Whenever Helena and or Melissa do something wrong, they either get away with it entirely or are let off the hook. Maybe Angela really doesn't have a reason to be worried. She understood perfectly well how she could drag her sisters down and they just wanted to have fun. But she still wished they could do something simple together.

But Angela knew they were right. There was no one around for miles. That is why they originally decided to do this activity in Helena’s countryside house. Angela honestly had no reason to be scared. And she knew she didn’t… But she still was.

“I’m sorry,” Angela apologized. “You guys are right. Honestly, I think this would be a lot of fun. But I am just horrified that someone will see.”

“My closest neighbors are over a mile away,” Helena mentioned. “No one has eyesight that impressive!”

“And even if someone does see us, this is Helena’s private property,” Melissa pointed out. “I doubt anyone will get upset about what she does on her own land.”

Angela wasn’t sure about that last point. She knew the society they grew up in declared anything outside one’s own bathroom as public urination. Angela had no issue believing people would say something like, ‘We don’t care if it happened on her own property! Arrest them!’ and they would indeed get arrested. But her sisters did have a point…

“Last chance, Angela, do you want to do this or not?” Helena demanded.

Angela nodded at her oldest sister. “Yeah, I’m in.”

“Good,” Helena replied.

“Excellent!” Melissa clapped. “Okay, who goes first?”

“How about oldest to youngest?” Helena asked.

“So, you go first?” Melissa scoffed.

Helena smiled. “Yeah.”

Melissa and Angela took a step back while Helena took her place in front of the tan ropes.

“Okay,” Melissa said. “We’ll watch and place this black rope down at your farthest distance.” Melissa held three extra ropes. One was black, one was blue, and the third was purple. The sister’s three favorite colors.

“K,” Helena unzipped her pants and moved her underwear to the side. “Watch and learn ladies,” she flipped her braid over her shoulder. “This is how the women pee!”

Instantly, there was a hiss and a golden stream erupted from Helena’s nethers like a golden geyser. The pee stream soared through the flaps of Helena’s jeans, out past the zipper and it sailed across the grassy field.

Melissa and Angela just watched, their eyes transfixed on their older sister’s powerful jet of urine.

Helena’s pee stream touched down into the grass, a few feet shy of the bowl. “Come on,” Helena grunted, forcing her stream to steadily move upwards, inching towards the bowl. Helena stood with her back arched, spreading her lips as wide as possible. Helena cursed. Her stream was nearly at the bowl. Helena’s stream touched down on the inside of the edge of the bowl, just barely making it. Helena cheered. And as soon as she did, her stream slowly retracted as it grew weaker.

Helena’s pee geyser soon came to a slow hault.

“Welp,” Helena unzipped her jeans. “Made it in the bowl! Forget the rope! I made it in the bowl! That is my farthest distance, beat that!”

“Glady,” Melissa smirked, handing Angela the ropes. Melissa stood in front of the center tan rope. “I’m gonna strip my bottom half,” Melissa said, working on taking off her sweatpants. “Easier to aim that way.”

Helena and Angela both just laughed and rolled their eyes. Helena, facing Angela, pointed a thumb at Melissa as if to say, ‘can you believe her?’ It was a known fact among the sisters that Melissa loved peeing naked. But she especially enjoyed peeing naked when she had to aim far away, like now. Melissa has always been one of those women that will pull her pants down entirely at the urinal. Neither Helena or Angela understood this. They always thought peeing their fly was a lot easier and more efficient. But to each their own.

Melissa - ignoring the laughter and eye rolls of her sisters - stood in front of the rope, pants down to her ankles, underwear resting on her knees, shirt lifted up, and fingers on either side of her vulva. Melissa pulled her pink lips as far apart as they would go. She took aim and fired.

Melissa’s stream squirted with more power than Helena’s did. Melissa’s pee stream landed only a couple feet short of the bowl. But unlike Helena’s stream, Melissa’s stream retracted immediately, having less power than before. Melissa began pushing on her pelvic floor, determined to get her stream back to its initial power. All the pushing caused Melissa to release some built up gas, much to the amusement of her sisters. Melissa’s stream gained power, but it refused to go any farther. For the next minute, Melissa’s stream continued to retract and extend across the yard.

It was interesting for Helena and Angela to watch. With Helena’s stream, it simply went forward. But Meliassa’s stream ended up advancing and then retreating. Finally, the stream slowly stopped and a few final drops dripped from Melissa’s privates. Melissa shook off and said, “How did I do?”

Angela went forward. “I believe your farthest distance was here,” Angela lay down the blue rope a couple feet from the bowl.”

“Crap,” Melissa grunted, tying her sweatpants back up. “Didn’t even hit the bowl did I?”

“No,” Helena laughed. “I’m still the best aimer!”

“Hold your horses,” Angela tossed Melissa the two remaining ropes and took her place at the starting line. “I haven’t gone yet.”

“Ohhhh… Think you can beat me, do yeh?” Helena cried.

“I do,” Angela said, pulling her panties to the side and lifting up her skirt.

“Nice to see you getting so involved in this, Angle,” Melissa said.

Angela held her head in an attempt to hide her smile. Angela spread her legs and then used her fingers to spread her lips. She took aim and fired.

Angela’s stream hit the center point of the yard. Exactly halfway between the rope and the bowl. Angela forced her stream to gain power. Angela arched her hips and her stream shot forward. Angela’s stream landed in the bowl, but it did even better than that. Angela’s stream continued progressing beyond the blue floral saucer bowl.

Helena and Melissa stood back, watching in amazement as their sister managed to fire her stream so far, it came only a foot away to the base of a tree on the opposite end of the yard.

Angela continued firing and firing, determined to hit the tree. As soon as Angela’s stream hit the closest root of the old oak tree, it began to retreat. Sadly, Angela was nearly out of ammunition. And that meant she was almost out of power.

Angela’s pee stream retraced its footsteps across the yard, moving back over the bowl and down the length of the giant yard. Angela’s stream ended up directly below her feet. And there it stood for a few seconds more until Angela’s stream died down and was gone.

Angela shook off and then smiled up at her sisters. “Ta-da.”

Melissa applauded. Helena just stood with her mouth hanging wide open. “How… How did you…” Helena managed.

Angela shrugged, lowering her skirt. “I honestly have no idea,” she admitted. “I’m just as proud of myself and just as shocked too!”

Melissa laid the purple rope at Angela’s maximum distance, on the base of the tree. Melissa also brought out the tap measurement and measured all three distances.

Melissa lost at a distance of eighteen feet two inches. Helena came in second with a stream of twenty feet and one-quarter inches. And Angela diffidently won with a stream of thirty-five feet and six inches.

Melissa and Helena were good sports. They each high-fived Angela and Melissa even hugged her.

Helena patted the champion on the shoulder and said, “Pains me to say it, sis… But I suspect you are the best at aiming now.”

Angela smiled. “Guess so,” Angela said modestly.

“And hey, girls,” Melissa said. “I have a second idea for us to try! This one we have never done before either.”

 

Time for the second contest.

Helena, Melissa, and Angela have been chugging water for the last few hours and all three girls had bladders filled to the very top with hot piss.

Holding their crotches, skipping around, and laughing, the trio danced into Helena’s bathroom.

Helena quickly lifted the seat. “Oldest first,” Helena exclaimed, unzipping her jeans, before her sisters could protest.

“Just once, I’d like it to be youngest first,” Angela complained, kicking her legs out behind her.

“I wouldn’t mind middle child first,” Melissa said, jouncing up and down on her toes with hands digging at her camel toe.

Helena stood in front of the toilet, head leaned back, pussy lips jutting out through the fly. “Ready?”

Holding her lady bits with one hand, Angela held up her cell phone with the other. Angela’s thumb hovered above the start button on her phone’s stopwatch. “Ready,” the youngest sister said.

Helena instantly began gushing into the bowl. The clear toilet water turned a vast shade of yellow. Angela hit the button and began the timer.

“Ahh…” Helena sighed, lowering her shoulders with ease.

All three sisters giggled like three unstable elderly women. Melissa and Angela did insane potty dancing while cracking up. Helena peed into the toilet, unable to breath from all the laughter. Though her giggling, Helena took extra care not to put too much force into this stream. She let it flow out as slowly as she possibly could to give herself added time. But sadly, Helen soon finished. She zipped and stood back.

“My turn…” Melissa potty danced up to the toilet. Melissa quickly undid the draw strings of her sweats and then yanked them all the way down to the floor.

“Again with the pants!” Angela laughed, hands wedged in crotch and taking large steps through the air. Angela set up a second timer and readied her thumb to hit the start button.

“I pee better like this, leave me alone,” Melissa chuckled. A stream shot from deep inside Melissa’s vulva. The stream landed directly in the toilet, sending up a powerful russsh sound. Melissa’s pee was undoubtedly louder than that of Helena’s.

Melissa’s urination ended a few moments later. But it was clear that she was going for an extra lengthy amount of time. Helena and Angela attempted to yell at Melissa about her extra long pee. But all three girls were laughing so much that it was tricky to get the words out.

Melissa lifted her pants and stepped back. Angela handed her phone to a relieved Helena and took Melissa’s place in front of the toilet. Angela planted her feet firmly on the ground, lifted her skirt, moved her panties aside, spread her lips, and she too was off.

Angela’s stream was a lot clearer than that of either Helena or Melissa. This was probably on account of Angela drinking a lot more water than they did. Angela loved to stay hydrated! Angela’s clear piss stream steamed from her lady parts and splashed down in the toilet. Her stream wasn’t nearly as noisy as Melissa’s, but it was messy.

Angela’s stream sent up a lot of splashback. Droplets and dribbles of urine ricocheted off the bowl and fired back at the girls.

“Careful where you’re shooting there, Tex!” Helena laughed, dodging a spray of pee.

“Sorry, I’m messy!” Angela laughed.

“We know,” Melissa said. “Dad always yelled at you for peeing on the seat.”

“And the floor and the wall,” Helena laughed even harder.

Angela’s stream soon finished up.

The results were… Helena lost at a time of two minutes and sixteen seconds. Angela came in second place with a time of three minutes and fifty-four seconds. And Melissa won with a time of five minutes and one second exactly.

“Looks like you just broke five minutes, Melissa!” Angela cried.

“So, I won time and Angel won distance!” Melissa said, regaining control of her breathing.

“Yep, and I didn’t win anything,” Helena pouted.

“I hate to say it girls,” Angela placed her hands firmly on her hips. “But I had a blast today!”

“We knew you would!” Helena clapped Angela on the back again.

Melissa hugged her little sister. “We’re happy you did!” She exclaimed.

“I did,” Angela said. “We should do this more often.” Her sisters laughed. Angela’s smile faded away. “I’m not kidding. Someday, I think I can beat you girls in time too!”

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Here is the next scenario! Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Paige sped her car down the road, ignoring several traffic laws. Paige had her legs crossed tightly in her seat, and keeping only one hand on the wheel, she kept the other firmly in her the fabric of her skirt.

Paige was beginning to wish she had peed before leaving after all. Why did her boss have to call her into work today? Out of all the days she could have been called into work, why today! Paige was pretty sure her boss hated her. No, Paige knew full well that her boss had no idea what she was doing today. Paige was just looking for someone to blame. Anyway, it was her own fault for not deciding just to end the game and go pee.

Her friends insisted they may not be able to last until she got out of work. And Paige was starting to think she wouldn’t either. Her five hour shift hadn't even started yet and she was already dancing in her seat. Maybe when she stood up, it would be easier to hold. Or it might be worse, come to think of it. After all, Paige stood to pee. If anything, crammed into her car for a ten minute drive might be the easiest part of her day!

Paige of course could just pee at work, her friends would never know! But Paige was not a cheater and her friends all knew that. They also knew that Paige was very competitive and wanted to win this silly game. They knew she would push herself to her very limit. At home, that was one thing, but at work…

No, no, Paige could hold it. She would show her friends how tough her bladder was! She would win this pee holding contest! Even if her friends didn’t spend the actual game with her…

Paige’s friends all told her before she left that they should just end the game and pee. Paige was furious with her boss for calling her up and interrupting their game! But apparently, they had many customers today and so Paige's day off was considered irrelevant! Refusing to give up, however, Paige told her friends they should just keep holding and they could continue the game when she got back. Her friends all insisted they would not last the five hours she was gone. Paige just smiled at them and had said, ‘So, that means, I’ll win?’

Perhaps Paige should have listened after all. Here she was, squirming in her seat on her way to work. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to make it after all? No, no she would! But either way, was this game really that fun without her girl friends? Maybe not, but Paige would still win whether she was there with them or not!

Still, all of that water she drank for the contest was doing a number on her sphincter. Paige had downed two liters of water in an hour and it wanted to get out of her body ASAP! Paige felt those two liters shift around inside of her on each bump she hit. Her seatbelt was crushing the life out of her already miserable bladder. Paige felt as if a vast ocean was pressing down on her urinary sphincter muscle. The pressure was too much to bear. Paige was close to peeing right here in her car. How would she last for another five hours?

Paige’s car zoomed into the nearest parking space. Paige fled from her car and charged through the restaurant doors. Paige now stood, half potty dancing, in the front of a Red Robin restaurant. Paige still couldn’t believe even with a Bachelor's degree, she was still a waitress. She would have to find a better job one of these days. But as for today, she would wait tables and try not to burst.

But upon taking a closer survey of her bladder, Paige feared that she might not make it five hours after all. Paige hated losing! But her friends were desperate to pee when she left. They might have lost already. Despite her hatred of losing, Paige would not cheat and she would not lie to her friends. If she did use the bathroom, she would have to tell them about it. Worst of all, Paige feared having a public accident in front of her co-workers and or the customers. Paige would have to pee!

And so, hoping her friends had already lost the contest, Paige grabbed her uniform off of the rack, held her genitals through her silky bubble gum colored skirt, and began hobbling at a quick pace towards the ladies' room.

Paige was nearly at the door when she heard a call from her boss.

“Paige, thank goodness you are here!” Roy the manager called.

Paige spun. “Roy?”

“As you can see here, Paige,” Roy said. “We are jam packed with customers today!” Paige had been so caught up in her desperate need that she hadn’t even taken the time to consider the layout of the restaurant. Nearly every table was filled with customers. This was the most busy Paige has seen this place in months. “Sorry to have to call you in on your day off. Paige,” Roy apologized. “But truthfully, I am not sure we would have been able to handle this without you. I hate it, but I had to call in many employees today.”

“It’s fine,” Paige managed, hoping this conversation was nearly over.

“Hey,” Roy looked back at her. “Why are you heading towards the bathroom? You can just slip your apron on here. Not like you need to change!”

It was true. All Paige had to do was put her apron on. Paige wanted to tell her boss that she needed to use the restroom. Roy was a super understanding guy! He would have understood immediately. Paige also wasn’t shy. She wasn’t one of those people who got embarrassed to ask for a bathroom. But Paige decided against telling her boss her needs. Not because she was afraid of his reaction or embarrassed to do so, but she realized this was a good motivation to hold on. Paige probably wouldn’t make it her entire five hour shift. She knew that. But she also knew her friends wouldn’t either! Paige’s friends looked ready to burst by the time Paige left. She couldn’t imagine how they were doing now. But if they hadn’t peed yet, then Paige didn’t want to either. While Paige still feared a public accident, it was a good incentive to hold.

And so Paige - doing her hardest not to fidget - told her boss, “You’re right, I can just put it on right here.” Keeping her legs together, Paige slipped on her apron and tied it behind her.

“There yeh go!” Roy chanted. “Not get to work! As usual, I’ll be around if you need anything.” Roy walked off.

Keeping her legs pressed together under her apron, Paige did a penguin waddle towards her first table.

 

The good news was, working definitely took Paige’s mind off of her need. But the bad news was, having to move around so much was only making her need worse. And having to juggle many plates while keeping her knees together was tough. The worst was when Paige had to bring her customers some water or any beverage for that matter. Just watching all the liquid bounce around in the glass made Paige’s bladder ready to explode.

While working, Paige got several texts from her friends. Each text told Paige that one of them had lost control and peed. Most of them made it to the toilet - but poor Jenna had an accident! Between tables, Paige texted her friends saying that she was still going strong. This was a bit of a fib. Paige’s bladder hurt and Paige could do absolutely nothing to ease the pressure. And having to walk around while juggling plates and worse drinks, made Paige ready to join Jenna in the accident club! But Paige would not back down!

Paige was unsure if the customers were able to pick up on her urge. For the most part, Paige did a great job of standing still and not dancing around. Several times, however, she did have to subtly grab her crotch. If anyone noticed, they didn’t comment on it. And even then, Paige honestly wasn’t too embarrassed to do the potty dance in front of people. She wanted to try and help it if she could, but it also won’t be the worst thing. Paige mostly feared her boss finding out she was desperate. If Roy knew, he would force her to take a break and Paige would lose this game. But from the looks of things, she just had to hang in a little bit longer.

The second hour of Paige’s shift had ended. Two hours down, three to go. At this point, the urge was the strongest Paige had ever felt it. She could no longer keep still even for a moment. Her hands had found a new home in her apron. Paige knew that eventually, people would catch on and Roy would make her take a much needed urinal break. The urinal would be awesome to use right now! Just the thought of that skinny wall toilet sent tingles up Paige’s bladder. She could do this! She had to outlast her friends! Paige’s ego would not allow her to lose… But her sphincter might.

Finally, at long, long last, Paige got a text saying that the last of her friends, Jessie, gave up and used the bathroom.

Paige quickly began texting, one hand on her phone, the other against her bladder. ‘Looks like I win! GG girls!’ Paige texted back. Paige then stuffed her cell phone in the pocket of her apron and made a sprint towards the ladies’ room.

Paige was almost there! She could feel her hands on the wooden door when…

“Hey, Paige,” called Ameila, one of Paige’s co-workers. Paige turned to face her, her eyes wide and her face red. “Mind covering for me while I take a smoke break?” Ameila asked.

Paige placed her hands in her crotch and jumped from foot to foot with her knees arched out to the sides. “Sorry, Ameila,” Paige said. “But I really need to use the urinal!” Paige danced and danced as a way to prove her point.

“And I need a smoke break!” Ameila snapped. “I can’t take one more minute with these idiotic customers without a smoke!”

Paige squeezed her leg to her thigh, keeping her hands wedged up her skirt. “Maybe you should try to quit,” Paige offered.

“Maybe you should try and hold your piss like a big girl,” Ameila shot back. “Come on, I’ll smoke and you help out the restaurant.”

“Right now, I want a restroom!” Paige emphasized.

Ameila scowled at her. “Cover for me or I am telling Jack that you love him!”

Paige froze up. Jack was Paige’s other co-worker. Paige has had the biggest crush on Jack for years, ever since she got this dumb job. Jack made working here not so bad. Jack was the guy that checked off all the boxes! Kind and caring? Check. Smart? Check. Funny? Double check. Fun to be around? You know it! Cute. Extremely! The thing was, Paige was a super outgoing person. Paige was the literally opposite of shy! She could talk to anyone about anything. But when it comes to cute guys… She became the biggest dunce in the world!

Paige would rather die than tell the man she likes how she feels. Paige may not find it embarrassing to have to pee super, but having the guy she likes know how she feels… That would be humiliating!

“Okay, okay, you win,” Paige said, crossing her legs and bouncing. “Go and take your damn smoke break!”

“Thanks, girl,” Ameila gave her a playful wink and rushed off.

“But when will you come back!” Paige called, but Ameila was gone.

Bladder full and bathroom break gone, Paige returned to waiting tables.

 

It felt like time was going backwards.

Paige’s bladder hurt so bad. Paige felt the water up to her eyes. All that water she drank was pounding down on her sphincter, all two liters of it! Paige was ready to pop! Paige feared that in some time, she would pee, urinal or no. She would just lose control and pee herself. That would be embarrassing enough, but if Jack in particular saw… Paige would have to move to Mexico and change her name! She had to keep holding!

Paige’s hand fumbled around her notepad, struggling to take down a customer’s order. Paige stomped her foot under her. She kept her knees tied together. ‘Come on, Ameila, where are you?’ Paige begged.

After placing in the order, Paige picked up a large tray with several plates of food. Paige was halfway to dropping the food off at the appropriate table.

“Ma’am,” one of her customer’s called. The lady finished slurping down her lemonade. The sound went straight from Paige’s ear canal all the way down to her bladder. Watching the yellow drink disappear made Paige eager to fill it back up with her own yellow liquid! “Can I get a refill?” The woman asked.

“Uh…” Paige managed, eyes fixated on the now empty glass, watching the melting ice with temptation.

Then suddenly, a sudden urge hit Paige. It was the strongest wave of desperation yet. Paige knew she was about ready to pee. In a desperate panic, without thinking, Paige threw down the black tray and grasped herself. This was a terrible move to make in terms of sociology. But Paige knew if she didn’t grab herself, urine would squirt right out into her panties and dribble to the floor.

Burgers, steak, fries, and onion rings flew onto the floor. Plates shattered and cracked. Barbeque sauce spilled. All heads turned to face Paige. Paige knew they were watching because she spilled the food. She knew they were watching because she was doing the potty dance. Paige felt a quick trickle escape her smoldering pee hole. Her undies were definitely moist now. However, no pee leaked out… Yet.

Roy came rushing over. “Paige,” he said, his voice a mix of anger and concern. “What’s the problem here?”

“Roy… I’m sorry!” Paige broke down, tears steaming her cheeks. “I have to piss so bad! But Ameila took her break and I have to cover for her and I…”

“Okay, okay,” Roy held up his hands in an attempt to slow his employees’ speech down. “Use the bathroom, I’ll get someone to clean this up.”

Paige was ready to breathe a breath of excitement. “Oh god, thank you!” Without further ado, Paige rounded on her heels and made haste to the ladies’ room.

 

Paige charged into the restroom. Just seeing the urinal was enough to make Paige squirt again. The bathroom was empty except for one lady in the stall and judging by the sounds coming from the stall, she was emptying more than just her bladder.

Paige dashed up to the urinal as quick as the Flash himself. Paige instantly yanked up her apron and her skirt, she pulled her panties to the side and…
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh…” Paige let out a long moan, her lips twitched into a smile, her eyes relaxed, the redness in her skin let up. Paige allowed her head to fall forward and she lightly placed her head on the wall.

Paige lay with her head on the wall, her fingers holding up her clothing and keeping her lips spread. Paige looked down and watched her yellow river hose down the taffy colored urinal cake. Paige allowed her eyes to drift shut. Paige just stood there, feet spread, head against the wall, eyes closed, skirt and apron raised, panties aside, vaginal lips spread, and a wide river between her legs, much more relaxed than a moment ago.
It felt astonishing to allow all the pressure to drain from her pelvis. Paige just adored the feeling of having those two liters of water leave her body. Paige was so relaxed that she let some gas slip from her backdoor, but she didn’t care at all. This felt sooo incredible!

Paige heard footsteps. She looked to see a customer walk up to the urinal next to Paige. Paige didn’t really care for another woman peeing right next to her, but seeing as how this bathroom only had two urinals, the other woman clearly had no choice.

The woman spread her legs, opened her fly, puffed air from her mouth, and peed onto her own urinal cake. Paige couldn’t help but look. She quickly looked away and sighed.

“Feeling better?” The woman asked. Her tone suggested that she understood how much pain Paige had been in before.

“Much,” Paige sighed.”‘How did you know I was so desperate?”

“Your face says it all,” the woman replied. “That is the look of a lady desperate to tinkle!” The woman laughed. “Plus, I saw your whole potty dancing routine out there.”

“You did?” Paige groaned. “I’m so embarrassed!”

“Ah, don’t be embarrassed!” The woman cried. “We all get desperate at times! Besides, the mess is being cleaned up right now. No harm, no foul.”

“Thanks,” Paige forced a smile.

“Oh, man!” The woman moaned. Paige’s bathroom companion released her hands from her jeans and instead placed both of her hands firmly on the wall in front of her.

Paige smirked. “No hands?”

“Nope!” The woman grinned. “No hands! And check this out!” The woman began wiggling her hips and shuffling her feet slightly. Paige watched as the woman made clear lines and slashes in the urinal bowl with her pee. “Z… O… E… Y,” the woman spelled out slowly. “Zoey! That’s my name!”

“Too bad the pee doesn’t leave any marks,” Paige mused. “Sucks you can’t actually spell out your name in the urinal. Unlike the snow that is.”

“Yeah, but it’s still fun to do, even if it doesn’t leave any permediant marks,” Zoey said.

“Well, coming from the woman that cleans this heer ladies’ room… That’s probably for the best,” Paige laughed. Zoey laughed too. “But hey, watch this,” Paige stood upright and began moving her own hips and torso. “P… A… I… G… E…” Paige spelled out her own name. “Paige.”

“Hey, Paige, nice to meet you,” Zoey extended her hand.

Paige took one hand off of her vulva to shake it. “Likewise, Zoey.”

“May I ask how you became so desperate?” Zoey asked. “Just out of general curiosity.”

“Oh, actually, I originally had the day off today,” Paige explained. “Me and my friends were having a holding contest, you know, where we hold in our pee…”

“Sure, sure.”

“Well, apparently the restaurant got busy and so my boss called me in,” Paige went on. “I was determined to still beat my friends, so I held all of my shift so far. My friends finally texted saying they had all lost and peed. So, I went to pee. But then my damn coworker wanted to smoke and left me to cover for her.”

Zoey exhaled. “That sucks.”

“Yeah…”

“But at least you get relief now though, right?” Zoey pointed out.

“You know it, girl!” Paige cried. Zoey laughed.

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of a toilet flushing. The woman in the stall exited and washed her hands before leaving the washroom.
A moment later, Zoey’s stream stopped. Zoey redid her pants. She then made a fist and slammed it down over the flusher. Paige watched as water filled up Zoey’s urinal and her golden lake was carried down the pipes.

“See yeh,” Zoey said.

“See yeh,” Paige agreed.

Zoey hiked up her pants and then left the bathroom. Paige peed for several more moments, taking her time to drain all of the water from her system. When Paige’s bladder was satisfied, Paige flushed her urinal - which was about to spill from all Paige’s pee. As she watched the urinal flush, Paige rearranged her underwear and allowed her skirt and apron to drop. Paige bent down and spent a moment clearing the wrinkles from her apron. Paige - being an employee that handed the food - washed her hands well with soap and water and soon returned to her shift.

 

Thankfully, no one was angry with Paige for spilling the food. No one even cared that she broke the plates. No one spoke of what happened, and Paige was grateful for that. She was also grateful to learn that while Paige had her little… Incident… Jack, too, had been in the bathroom, so he had no idea what happened. Upon noticing the half cleaned up mess, Jack asked what happened. Roy was very vague and just told him there was a spill. No one was angry at Paige and Jack had no clue what had happened. Things were turning out to be okay. Although, that may just be contentment of having a freshly drained bladder.

 

Paige finished up her shift and went home where her friends were waiting. Paige told them they could hang out at her house - where they had been when Paige was called in - until she was done with work.

Paige announced to her friends that she won their contest. Between Paige having a large bladder and they all having small bladders (plus Paige’s competitive streak) they didn’t doubt it. Paige was the bladder queen! Despite not being here, she won the contest!

Paige also shared with her friends everything that happened while holding at work. Plus the woman she met in the restroom, Zoey. Paige’s friends laughed at all of her stories.

“This was fun,” Paige told her friends. “We should have another bladder match next week!”

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Story number five:

 

 

 

 

Lauren slumped at the dining hall table. Emily sat beside her, rubbing her back. Emily and Lauren’s two roommates, Francesca and Mila were with them. Francesca - being sixty years old - was reading a newspaper and Mila - close to fifty years old - was busy knitting a scarf. Emily and Lauren were both juniors and they had the luck of being placed in the same room as two rather elderly women. But they didn’t mind too much. Francesca and Mila were pretty cool for their age.

“I can’t believe Professor Gamett failed me on that paper…” Lauren stammered. ‘I worked so hard…”

“I know, Lauren,” Emily said. “It sucks. It makes no sense at all.”

“Makes no sense why that guy is such a grouch, period,” Francesca said. “I have overheard him shout and scream at his fellow co-workers. Just the other day, he shouted at the English professor telling him that English is the easiest subject and he wasted his life studying it. Professor Gamett’s just a mean little man who likes to put down and belittle others for his own amusement.”
Emily pursed her lips. “I once heard that he called a student out for not knowing the answers to some tough questions. He made her cry.”

“I once heard he tore up a student’s notes, complaining that the handwriting was too sloppy,” Mila put in.

“And the paper was on how to reduce carbon footprint too,” Lauren sighed. “I’m a whiz at that stuff!” It was true. No one had a lower carbon footprint than Lauren!

“Speaking of,” Mila looked up from her knitting. “Back in my day, if a professor failed you or someone hurt you, know what you did?”

Emily shifted an eye roll. “If it involves whiz, can’t wait to know,” Emily spoke sarcastically.

 

Emily and Lauren crept through the dark halls of the college’s science center. They finally made it to Professor Gamett’s classroom where Emily processed in picking the lock.

“Are we sure we should be doing this?” Lauren asked nervously. “Perhaps Professor Gamett only failed me to motivate me to work harder!”

Emily slowly looked up at her red haired friend. Emily loved Lauren beyond belief, she couldn’t ask for a better friend… But Lauren was such a goody-goody! She actually believed good things come to those who deserve them and bad people will be punished. That kind of thinking will get her far in the real world. The worst part was, Lauren had her hands on her hips and said this foolish statement with such confidence. Poor injudicious girl.
Emily decided against even responding to this insane comment. Emily pushed open the door and stood. The two women entered the dark classroom.

“This seems wrong,” Lauren said.

“Just keep watch.”

“We could get into trouble.”

“I know, that’s why I asked you to keep watch.” Emily slithered over to the stack of textbooks on a shelf in the corner.

“Emily,” Lauren called. “That is college property! Those don’t even belong to Professor…”

“Yeah, but how foolish will he look if they are destroyed on his watch. Same goes for almost everything in here!” Emily cried.

Emily stood with her back to Lauren, unzipped her fly, and sprayed. A golden stream showered over the pile of textbooks, dampening the pages and soaking the covers. Emily soon stopped and zipped up.

“Gotta save some,” Emily said. “A lot of work to do! All clear?”

Lauren peeked down the dark hall. “Yeah, all good.”

Emily’s next target was the shelves upon shelves of science tools. The beam balance, the bunsen burners, the microscopes, the hot plates, the vortexes, things Emily couldn’t even name. It was all about to get a golden shower. Emily lowered her zipper and sprinkled her juices all over the fancy equipment. Emily then zipped and made her way over to target number three.

“Still good?” Emily asked.

Lauren once again checked down the hall. “Yeah.”

Emily stood in front of Professor Gamett’s chair, undid her jeans, and drizzled hot liquid onto the wooden seat. “Man,” Emily smirked as she pissed. “I wish I could see the guy’s face when he sits on this tomorrow! Man! I wish he had his laptop here! But I’ll bet he took it home.”

Lauren couldn’t help but smile. It was nice to imagine this guy’s expression when he discovered his whole classroom covered in piss come morning. Just imagine him sitting on this chair in the morning! Emily did appear to be having quite a bit of fun. Lauren knew that Professor Gamett wasn’t just hard on her, he was hard on everyone. No one ever got an A in his class. Most students were lucky to get a B. Professor Gamett was also kind of rude. Not to Lauren, but if a student didn’t know the answer to a question, he would roll his eyes or smash his head against the wall, looking super annoyed. Maybe he did need to be put in his place. Lauren reconsidered her friend’s words regarding the laptop.

“He keeps a spare in the back,” Lauren mentioned.

Emily glanced over her shoulder. She quickly zipped and followed Lauren into the back of the classroom. Planted on a desk was a sleek black laptop.

“Man, looks expensive…” Emily grinned.

“One day, I tried to ask him a question after class,” Lauren mentioned. “He was just on this laptop and pretended he couldn’t hear me. He then grabbed his other laptop and left this one here.”

“Nice work, Lauren! See, you’re getting into it!” Emily clapped Lauren on the back.

“Yeah, but this does look expensive. I feel so bad,”

“Don’t. This guy is a rotten man who deserves it!” Emily unzipped and gushed all over the shining black piece of equipment.

Lauren wandered towards the front of the classroom. She recalled all the times Professor Gamett made students cry, and the times he hollered at students and even his fellow staff members.

Lauren stood before Professor Gamett’s whiteboard and she found herself unzipping her jeans and holding her vaginal lips apart. “Hey, Emily,” Lauren called. “Check this out!” Lauren sprayed her hot urine all over the whiteboard.

“Nice, Lauren!” Emily cried.

Lauren moved her hips around, writing a brief massage on the whiteboard with her pee. While her urine slid down the board, it certainly left marks and streaks. The message, while sloppy, was clearly visible. ‘Stop torturing others, you jerk!"

“You jerk?” Emily muttered. “Wait to dig deep there, Lauren.”

“I thought it was pretty good,” Lauren zipped.

They heard a noise from down the hall. There was a flashlight moving towards them.

“Lauren, you were supposed to keep watch,” Emily hissed.

Lauren turned pale. She had never gotten into trouble in her whole life. What would happen when she was caught! Would she be expelled? Put into prison? Lauren’s heart raced, her fingers and toes grew numb. Lauren’s eyes widened and her breathing slowed. Fear crawled at her brain, making it impossible for Lauren to concentrate on the acute situation she now found herself in.

Fortunately for Lauren, her friend has been into rough circumstances like this before and she knew exactly what to do.

 

Lauren and Emily hid in the closet, their elbows digging into each other’s collar bones, their feet crushing their companion’s, they breath all over one another.

Emily was able to hear Lauren’s heartbeat. It was indeed speedy! Emily was half afraid Lauren would have a heart attack right here, only inches away from her.

The closet was dark and cramped. Science equipment dug into their shoulders and pricked them on the back. At long last, the footsteps grew away.
Emily slowly opened the door and looked down the hall. When the coast was clear, the two girls slowly made their way out of the closet, through the quiet classroom, and down the hall.

 

“Well, that was an experience!” Emily cried as the duo raced across the grass.

“Sure was,” Lauren said. “But I am kind of glad we did it!”

“Me too!” Emily agreed. “You know, Lauren, I must say, I quite enjoy seeing this side of you!”

“What side?”

“You know… The crazy, evil side.”

“What? I’m not crazy… Or evil!”

“Sure,” Emily laughed.

“But I do think we should do this again!” Lauren exclaimed.

Emily nearly tripped over her shoes. “Come again? You, Lauren, want to get in trouble again?”

“Yeah, I liked sneaking around with you and spraying our pee all over Professor Gamett’s property!” Lauren cried. “Didn’t you?”

Not even having to stop and think about the question, Emily said, “I did. But who should we attack next?”

“I’m thinking…” Lauren paused before saying, “Anyone who tries and hurts the earth!”

Emily laughed. So, Lauren may have a slight evil side now, but she was still goody-two-shoes, saving the world self!

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Story number six in this series:

 

 

 

 

 

Vanessa and Julia sat in Julia’s van. Vanessa fiddled with the radio stations as Julia chugged down an entire cup of soda.

“Be careful,” Vanessa warned, her eyes glued to the radio. “There are always super long lines for the bathroom at these things.”

Julia took a deep breath of air, after having her mouth on the straw of her soda for so long. “That’s only for the men’s room,” Julia said. “Besides, worse comes to worse, we can just sneak behind the building and pee.”

“Yeah, but this is also a trilogy showing,” Vanessa added. “We are watching Back to the Future parts one through three. This is a six-hour drive-in movie!”

“Yeah, but there are intermissions between each film,” Julia replied. “And again, we can just go behind the bathrooms and pee.”

“I still don’t think you should inhale your soda like that,” Vanessa muttered.

“Will you relax! Damn, you sound like my dad,” Julia grunted. She sucked down several more big gulps of soda. “‘Don’t drink too much, Julia!’ ‘Put down the toilet seat, Julia!’” Julia said in a mocking voice to her father. “I tell you, Nessa, I love that man!” Julia sucked down more soda. “But he could be a pain in the ass at times.”

“Oh, and I am sure you weren’t!”

“Nope! I was his favorite child!”

“Mumph…” There was a pause and then Vanessa grunted. “I wish I could figure this out!”

“Here, let me see,” Julia tampered with the dials and suddenly, the noise that vented out of the radio was of a preview for the upcoming movie featured on the giant fifty-foot-tall screen.

“How’d you do that?” Vanessa demanded.

Leaning back with her soda, Julia simply said, “I was paying attention when they said what station it was on.” Upon seeing the look on Venessa’s face, Julia snorted out some soda.

In no time, the previews ended, and the opening credits came on the screen.

“Here we go,” Vanessa eagerly rubbed her hands together.

Julia scooped up a fistful of salty popcorn. “Back to the Future: Part 1, here we come!”

As the film slowly started, Vanessa and Julia were unable to resist thinking of their love for this franchise and how it started their friendship. When these two women were eight years old, their parents took them to a Back to the Future convention where they heard director Robert Zemeckis speak on the films. There, Vanessa and Julia meet, and they become great friends. They even learned they lived in the same town. Their love for these movies has kept them connected over the past twenty-two years.

Naturally, when they heard about the Back to the Future trilogy being played in the drive-in movies, they bought their tickets instantly. Vanessa and Julia have seen all three films hundreds of times over the years. They have played through the video game dozens of times and have even built a ton of Lego sets. They knew every line to each film by heart. And they had mountains of merchandise from this trilogy. To say these two thirty-year-old women were huge Back to the Future fans was a serious understatement. Julia’s van was even decorated with stickers from the movies and sitting on the dashboard was a miniature hoverboard from the films. Vanessa and Julia both wore Back to the Future themed t-shirts, and the powered lace shoes and tie-dyed hats from the second movie. The dashboard was also decorated with Pop Back to the Future figurines surrounding the hoverboard.

Just watching Michael J. Fox (Marty McFly) enter Christopher Lloyd (Doctor Emmett Brown)’s garage had the two women jumping in their seats.
The two women stared intently at the screen, their eyes never breaking away even once. Completely unaware to either woman, was how quickly Julia’s kidneys were filtering her soda. Julia’s bladder began to fill, and Julia got a small urge to pee around a quarter way into the first film. But the urge was so small, she barely even noticed. The urge got a lot more noticeable, however, about halfway into the film. But Julia’s love of this trilogy was so strong, she was still able to easily ignore the signals her bladder was sending to her brain.

On screen, Marty was busy, sitting in the café, writing thirty-year-old Doc Brown a letter, warning him of his death in the future. This was one of Julia’s all-time favorite Back to the Future scenes! Ironically, this was also the scene where the urge to pee got extra bad. Julia had to cross her legs behind the steering wheel.

Vanessa took note of her friend’s movements, but she decided to pass it up. Vanessa was too engaged in this film she has seen hundreds of times to care much about her friend’s rapidly filling bladder.

Soon it was the scene of the clock tower. Doc hung from the building, attempting to plug the cables back in. Meanwhile, Marty shot down the road like a rocket, ready to make his grand escape back to the year 1985.

At this point, Julia knew there was no point in denying it. She had to pee… Wow, did she have to pee! Julia grasped her genitals and rocked in her seat. Why did she drink all that soda? Julia seriously wished she had listened to Vanessa right about now. (She would never admit that out loud though). Julia had what felt like gallons of liquid waste on her bladder, begging to be released. Julia could feel bubbles inside her bladder. Waves rolled around and her entire bladder lunged from side to side, along with Julia’s legs. Julia sat behind the wheel, her legs to her chest, her hands in her crotch. Julia felt ready to explode! But she would be damned if she missed even one second of this film. She could hold it! The first movie was almost done and then there would be a ten-minute intermission. She just had to focus on the movie.

But even Julia’s love for this franchise was no longer enough to distract her. That is how Julia knew her urge to pee was serious. Not even Back to the Future was enough to distract her from her bodily needs!

Julia never thought she would say this about Back to the Future… But the rest of the first film seemed to drag on. At long last, the famous words, ‘To Be Continued…’ flashed on the screen and the DeLorean shot into the sky and vanished in a flash of light. The screen then changed to a candy bar, popcorn bucket, and soda cup marching along. 

Vanessa turned to her squirming friend and grinned. “Drink too much soda?”

“Mumph…” Julia grunted, squeezing her legs to her crotch.

“Need to pee?”

“Mumph!” Julia said urgently, squeezing her vulva and trembling.

“Go pee,” Vanessa laughed.

Julia threw open the door and stepped out into brisk summer night. “You coming?” Julia panted from the effort to hold back that entire half a liter of soda.

“All good,” Vanessa took a small sip of soda. “I peed before we left!” Vanessa said proudly. “I also watched my fluid intake, Julia!” Vanessa snorted on the other woman’s name.

Julia just rolled her eyes.

“Grab me some more popcorn while you’re out there,” Vanessa asked.

Julia flipped her friend off, then slammed the car door. Julia turned, and galloped off towards the restrooms.

 

Julia and Vanessa were parked near the end of the lot. This gave them a much better view of the screen and they didn’t have to hold their heads down as much to get a good look. This also meant that it was a very short hike to the bathroom.

But alas, Vanessa was correct. A relatively long line trailed out the door of the ladies’ room. At least it wasn’t nearly as bad as the men’s room! Between stalls taking up more space and men taking longer in general to pee, a very long line of nearly one hundred men came from the men’s room’s doors. At least the line to the women’s room was usually pretty quick.

But Julia could not wait! Her bladder was imploring her to just void. Plus, Julia feared missing the beginning of part two of the trilogy. Thankfully, just as she told Vanessa, Julia was a woman. She could just go behind the bathroom building and pee. And so, Julia, hands in crotch, skipped with her full bladder to behind the building. But an awful sight met her there…

Two police officers, acting as security guards, were standing behind the building. Julia had a feeling they were placed here specifically to catch any woman in the act of alleviating her needs. It was not uncommon for women at rock concerts or music festivals or carnivals or drive-in movies to go behind a building and take aim. No wonder the people here were skeptical and (quite literally) on guard. Julia silently cursed. She needed to pee! And these two police officers kept her from that.

Julia reluctantly slipped back to the front of the building and took her place in the long ladies’ bathroom line. Worse yet, having spent that extra time going behind the building, the line was even longer than it was a minute ago. At least the line was indeed moving quickly. Julia would get her relief in no time! She hoped anyway…

Julia knew she would be fine in terms of holding for a few more minutes. The question was, would she manage to get in, pee, and get back to the car before Back to the Future: Part 2 started playing?

Julia glanced over at the long men’s bathroom line. Julia felt incredibly sorry for those men. She knew firsthand how much it sucked to have a full bladder. But she was more focused on her own desperate needs at the moment.

The ladies’ bathroom line had shrunk tremendously in the past several minutes. Julia was nearing the front. She could feel relief extra close now. Only a few more women and she would be at the front. So close… Julia’s overfilled bladder quacked with anticipation to let out all the soda. Julia could practically see the urinal trough through the bathroom doors. That’s when Julia heard a car honk behind her.

Dancing in place, Julia turned. She spotted Vanessa hanging over the wheel of her van, honking and honking to get her attention. Julia instantly picked up on what she was trying to say.

The second film had begun to play on the screen. Julia glanced over her shoulder at the restroom. She looked back at the screen. She looked at the restroom, the screen, the restroom, the screen, weighing her options. Julia’s bladder begged for relief, but her Back to the Future heart begged to get back to the car and listen to the second film. Julia cursed, knowing what she had to do.

Julia wished the bathroom goodbye, throwing away her chance of relief, and waddled back to the car.

“Hey, did you get my popcorn?” Vanessa asked.

“No,” Julia grunted, slamming the door shut. Julia placed her feet up on the seat with her and hugged them tight. “I didn’t get your popcorn and I didn’t get a chance to pee!”

“That sucks,” Vanessa said, eating a fist full of Reses Pieces. “You gonna be able to hold it?”

Julia glanced over at Vanessa as if she had just suggested the sky was falling. “Of course!” Julia cried. “How old do you think I am?”

“Okay,” Vanessa shook her nearly empty box of candy.

Julia laced her hands through her twitching legs. “Trust me, I just won’t think about it, and I’ll be fine!” Julia’s eyes expanded to ping pong balls. She had nearly forgotten that the opening of Back to the Future: Part 2… Was a downpour.

Julia watched in terror as she saw hundreds of heavy, large droplets of water splatter all over the windshield of the DeLorean. The sound that came from the radio was that of a torrential storm. Julia’s bladder shook vigorously. Her sphincter muscle ached. Sweat dripped down her skin.

“Uh-huh, and how’s ‘not thinking about it’ working out for you?” Vanessa teased.

“Oh, shut up,” Julia hissed through her tight lips.

Julia begged this rotten scene to end soon! She was silently relieved when she heard the voices of Doc and Marty. Due to the characters speaking, the sound of the storm was less noisy. But Julia still saw a heavy rainfall and heard it faintly in the background as well.

Julia had never realized how much water was in the second Back to the Future film. The storm at the beginning, Marty crashing into the lake, Biff and the girls in the hot tub… Julia’s bladder was throbbing erratically. There was far too much pee inside for Julia to hold. Julia suddenly got an idea! How did she not think about it before!

Julia grabbed her empty soda cup, threw the top open, undid her jeans, held the cup in front of her open fly, and peed as hard as she could. The sound of urine pounded against the plastic cup. The strong piss scent grew through the parked vehicle.

The relief was remarkable! Truthfully, Julia could have held it longer, but when you have a cup and the ability to pee standing, you don’t need to! And either way, Julia felt tremendous to get even a little pressure off of her raging full bladder. Just feeling her internal water level decrease was an extraordinary feeling. How Julia wished this hot piss could last an eternity!

“What are you doing!” Vanessa wailed.

“Peeing!” Julia snapped.

“Julia, that is…”

“Just watch the damn film!”

And so the two women turned back to the screen, pretending that Julia was not using an empty soda cup as a makeshift bathroom.

Julia hated to break her eyes away from the screen for even a moment, but she forced herself to, and spotted the deep yellow liquid had now nearly reached the top of the cup. Julia cursed wildly under her breath. With some difficulty, she managed to shut off her delightful flow. Julia carefully maneuvered the overflowing cup of liquid emission into a cup holder. Julia zipped up her pants and stated, “I still have to pee…”

“HOW!” Vanessa wailed, examining the full half a liter cup of her friend’s urine. “You pissed half a liter… How full was your bladder?”

“Full,” Julia crossed her legs. She felt a lot better at having gotten that much off of her bladder. Julia could easily make it through the rest of this film. Maybe even the third.

 

The second film drew to a close.

“Time to try again,” Julia said, stepping out of the car. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck,” Vanessa waved goodbye. “Don’t forget my pop…” But Julia ‘accidently’ closed the door before Vanessa could finish.

Julia sprinted back towards the bathrooms. After filling up her soda cup, Julia was now somewhere in between a mild and desperate need to micturate. But she would love to get the rest out! And she still had to hurry because A) she didn’t want to miss the third movie. And B) if the last intermission taught her anything… The lines form quickly.

Unfortunately for Julia’s semi-full bladder, there was a short line for the ladies’. But it was much smaller than before. Julia made it just as several other women began to line up behind her. Many of them were on their cell phones or chatting with one another. Julia did catch a couple of desperate women dancing in the line. But for the most part, they all had mild urges.

Julia overheard the women behind her disgusting how no one was allowed to go behind the bathrooms and pee. The police were stationed there to stop them. Julia heard one of the women joke that the police were probably men, jealous that they too, couldn’t pee wherever they wanted.
Julia was finally at the front of the line. And checking her cell phone, there was still five minutes left of intermission! Julia would make it easy!
Just as a woman exited the bathroom, a couple of park workers came out as well.

“Sorry, folks,” one of them said. “This bathroom is closed until further notice.”

The line of women groaned.

“Sorry,” said the other worker. “This bathroom is disgusting. Needs to be cleaned.”

“It’s the women’s room!” Julia roared, motioning to the open door. “It’s always messy!”

“Well, we had a toilet overflow and there is fecal matter everywhere,” one worker said. “Add that to the urine and bloody tampons everywhere, this restroom needs to be cleaned stat! You can try again in an hour.”

Groaning, the line of women slowly dispersed. And so did Julia.

Julia re-entered the van with Vanessa on her phone.

“You’re back early,” Vanessa said, taking her gaze from the glowing screen in her palms. “I take it you were able to pee?”

“Not exactly,” Julia explained how the bathroom was shut down for cleaning.

Vanessa scoffed. “Seems kind of cruel to do that in the middle of a showing.”

“Yeah,” Julia crossed her legs. “But I already let quite a bit out.”

“Tell me about it,” Vanessa eyed Julia’s cup which she, Vanessa had carefully placed the lid back on.

“I’ll be fine,” Julia said. “They said the bathroom would open back up in an hour. So, I can try peeing before we leave.”

“Think you can make it until we get back home?”

“That’ll be pushing it!”

Julia lived half an hour away. And having to also drop off Vanessa, it would be a forty-five minute drive back home. Julia may last two more hours, but three would take a bit of luck.

“You ever wonder if the men’s room is disgusting like the ladies’ room?” Julia asked.

Staring down at her phone, Vanessa scratched her nose. “I’m sure it is. My brother told me how men are always squatting above the dirty toilet seat out of fear of getting germs. They sometimes miss and pee gets all over. Women and men are both messy. Just in very different ways.”
Julia nodded in agreement.

The third film started. Vanessa put her cell phone away. And the two women reengaged in the jumbo-sized screen.
Vanessa and Julia both had a preference for the third film. While they loved the entire series, the third film had always been their favorite. They were most excited to see this one play on the big screen.

Julia was doing fine for most of the film. But upon seeing Doc Brown in the saloon, watching all of the drinks on screen, reawakened a need inside Julia. The tiny shot glasses of liquor appeared to be the size of large water bottles on the large screen. Julia couldn’t help but imagine how badly one would need to take a leak, should they drink all of that alcohol.

Julia tightly crossed her legs and let a small moan escape her sealed lips.

Julia knew that the bathroom would have been all cleaned up at this point. It had been well over an hour. The bathroom was surely open to the public again. But once again, Julia would be damned if she missed a single moment from any of the three films. Especially now that the third film - the best film - was nearing the thrilling climax!

The film carried on and Julia carried on holding. Julia was well aware that her bladder had quickly filled all the way back up. All of that soda she drank was enough to fill her bladder at least twice in a span of six hours. Julia was just happy she had gotten a lot out into the cup. If not, her bladder would have quite possibly burst with no more room for any more liquid.

Julia was now wishing she could travel back in time just like Marty and Doc. If she could, Julia’s first assignment would be to stop herself from drinking all of that soda a few hours ago!

The entire train scene was difficult to sit through. Not because there were any liquids, but due to all of the action. Normally, the action was Julia’s favorite part! But when her bladder was pulsating inside her pelvic floor, watching the characters’ heroic, daring movements caused Julia’s bladder to pound, at war with her sphincter. And when the train fell off the tracks and exploded, Julia felt her bladder jolt, threatening to spill all of its contents.

The third film soon ended, and the two women cheered.

“I’m gonna pee!” Julia wailed, anxious to get to the bathroom before the line started.

“I need to go too,” Vanessa responded.

And so the two women made their way out of the car and to the restroom.

 

Between being so quick and the films being over - so most people just went home - the line only had three people in front of them.

Holding in line wasn’t too painful. Again, the line moved quickly - which is more than could be said about the men’s room. The only thing was, Julia was diffidently at a point where she had to dance and squirm around. It was kind of embarrassing to have to touch herself and move her legs so much… But having a public accident would be even more embarrassing!

Vanessa just laughed at Julia the whole time.

Finally, Julia made it into the restroom. Julia pushed past another woman who left. This meant Vanessa was allowed in as well.

Julia rushed up to the urinal trough, standing next to a very tall woman. Julia unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She moved her thong to the side and held her vaginal lips, took aim, and fired a steamy golden stream directly onto the pile of ice cubes at the bottom of the trough. Julia sighed in solace. She was so happy to finally get to see her urine stream burst forth from her genitals and melt the ice, turning it into yellow mush. Julia’s pee was so humid, that she had no issues understanding how it could cut through the cold ice with ease.

Vanessa took her place between Julia and another woman. Vanessa also unzipped, undid her belt, and peed.

A couple women at the end of the trough were chatting, but other than that, the restroom was nearly silent. Apart from the splatting of urine on ice that is.

“Hey, anyone know why they put ice in troughs?” Vanessa asked.

“It helps wash the urine down the drain and helps with the smell,” the woman on the other side of Julia said.

Vanessa nodded.

The woman besides Julia bent down carefully to scratch her leg, carefully to keep her vaginal lips pointed at the trough.

One by one, the women silenced their streams, zipped, rearranged, washed their hands (sometimes) and exited.

Vanessa soon finished. She clapped Julia on the back and went to wash her hands.

“See you back at the car,” Julia called.

“Oh, you want me to wait for you?” Vanessa asked.

“No, that’s alright.”

“You sure?”

Julia snorted. “I’m a big girl, I can handle being in a public bathroom by myself, thank you.”

Folding her arms, Vanessa leaned back against the wall. “Well, you weren’t responsible enough to refrain from drinking all that soda.”

Julia fired a nasty look behind her shoulder at her comrade. Smirking, Vanessa exitted. Julia’s stream took another couple minutes. When her bladder was gruntled, she zipped and washed her hands under the freezing faucet, and followed Vanessa out.

 

Back on the freeway, heading home, the two women laughed and discussed the films they had seen so many times, but never projected on such a large screen.

Once back at Vanessa’s house, the two said goodbye.

“Oh, and Julia,” Vanessa said, standing at the door of Julia’s van.

“Yeah?”

Vanessa eyed the cup of now cold urine sitting sandwiched in between the seats. “Make sure you dump out that whiz in the toilet,” Vanessa instructed.

Julia just smiled. “Toilets? Where we’re going, we don’t need… Toilets.”

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Summer awoke from her tent. The morning sun was blazing down on this fine summer day. The air was crisp, and the birds chirped up in the trees. The grass glittered from morning dew and swayed in the breeze as if it were at a rock concert. Peaceful mornings like this were a reminder to Summer how gorgeous the natural world was. Hence why Summer loves coming up here every year. Camping outdoors for a week all alone? What could be better!
As Summer crawled from the mouth of her tent, she felt herself weighed down by the pressure of an unemptied morning bladder. Summer’s first step, before anything else, would be to find a nice spot to relieve her filled pee sack.

As Summer emerged into the summertime forest, she heard a strange noise. The noise resembled chewing and even slight barking here and there. Summer turned and nearly emptied her bladder where she stood. Standing across from Summer, gobbling up all of her food… Was three large gray wolves.

How could Summer have been so foolish? She should have stored her food before going to bed last night. But she hadn’t thought of it. This was why there were so many rules for camping or hiking in nature! Like store your food or don’t urinate/defecate too close to the trail. Wait a moment… That was it! Wild predators like wolves were attracted to urine. Summer had an idea!

Fortunately, wolves have an excellent sense of smell. But knowing that she could not waste one single drop of urine, Summer knew she had to spread her urine around as much of the faraway forest as possible.

Summer ventured into the woods and hiked down a few dozen meters. Once satisfied, Summer faced her campsite, just barely able to make out her tent in the clearing. Summer then unzipped her jeans, pulled her underwear aside, and took an intense morning release. Morning pee splattered on the forest floor, sending up dozens of tiny droplets, rebounding off of the hard earth. Summer’s pee hissed off the grass and it glittered in the sun. But Summer did not stop there.

Summer began walking backwards, allowing her stream to follow behind. Summer was careful not to trip over any roots or rocks. She kept walking, allowing her stream to slowly trail behind her.

At one point, Summer found herself backed up against a cliff wall. So, Summer aimed her stream directly below her legs. She then spread her legs as far as they would go, and she waddled forward, allowing her stream to fly forward and then land in between her feet. Summer waddled until she made it around the cliffside. She then continued walking backwards, aiming her stream behind her.

After journeying for over half a mile, Summer’s stream finally lost power and began trickling from in between her jeans. It wasn’t for several more meters until her stream stopped completely.

Summer shook and zipped. Summer then retracted her steps, following her glittering pee trail. Summer’s urine sparkled off of the grass, it left a dark brown trail in the dirt, it left streaks over a few rocks she had passed.

Summer managed to find her way back to her campsite. And sure enough, the wolves were gone. Having been lured away by the scent of fresh urine, Summer now had her campsite all back to herself.

Urine truly is amazing! Even creatures in the natural world love it!

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This is the final story in this series. Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Victoria and Naomi went charging into the ladies’ room, giggling hysterically.

The ladies’ room was nearly empty. There was just one woman standing at the middle urinal with her pants down. The woman’s pee stream was incredibly loud. It sounded like thunder as her monstrous stream touched down on the urinal water.

The two homosexual women dashed behind the back of the urinating lady, and rushed into the nearest stall, unintentionally slamming the door closed.

The woman at the urinal jumped at the loud noise. She then shook it off, scratched her nose with her fist, and continued peeing.

“Do you think she saw us?” Naomi whispered.

“Who cares, I have to pee!” Victoria grasped her crotch and began doing a little potty dance, jumping from foot to foot.

Giggling, Naomi stripped her shirt off and tossed it to the ground. Naomi’s perky breasts were now exposed, jutting slightly from her watermelon-colored bra. Naomi ran her hands over her soft titties and grinned up at her girlfriend. Naomi was a noticeable foot shorter than Victoria. But she kind of liked being the little one. Naomi was naturally more submissive anyway. And this worked out well given her girlfriend’s dominant personality!

Victoria, still grasping her crotch, threw an arm around her girlfriend’s neck and began making out with her.

The two women kissed and kissed. They held their vulvas tight through their clothes as they made out. The two girlfriends had put off going to the bathroom just for this occasion. And now that they were in arm’s reach of a toilet, it suddenly hit them just how badly their bladders wanted a release.
Victoria and Naomi kissed longer enough to hear the urinal flush three times. They felt so naughty! Making out in a public ladies’ room during the day! They were each getting hornier and hornier the more they thought of it. Likewise, their bladders were getting fuller and fuller. Both women currently were in the position of two clitorises and two bladders that all craved attention.

As they made out, Victoria bent down so her girlfriend could strip off her t-shirt. Naomi - not taking her lips off of her girlfriend’s - undid Victoria’s belt and yanked it off. She then slid down Victoria’s lime colored panties and began kissing her labia which slipped out the sides of the tight fabric.

Victoria bite her lip to keep from moaning. The very sensation of her girlfriend gently kissing her sensitive lips was enough to make Victoria temporarily lose control.

A quick hissing was heard by Naomi’s cheek. Naomi looked up in alarm, just in time to watch her girlfriend’s lime-colored panties turn dark green underneath the crotch.

“Are we leaking?” Naomi teased, starting up at her girlfriend’s aroused face. “Huh? You went leaky?” Naomi felt around and placed two fingers above her girlfriend’s clit. She gently pressed down, applying the slightest pressure to it. Naomi pressed down on her girlfriend’s clit through her wet panties. She began wiggling the fabric around. Noami could feel Victoria’s clitoris getting fatter as it swelled with the blood of arousal.

Victoria moaned, feeling ready to leak again.

Naomi stood and allowed her girlfriend to undress her. Soon, both women stood in nothing but bras and panties.

Victoria adjusted her black bra. “A little help?” Victoria spun around and allowed Naomi access to undo the clip of her bra. Victoria's bra slid to the floor. Victoria spun around, allowing her DD-cup breasts access to flop around. Victoria undid her girlfriend’s watermelon bra. Naomi’s breasts were much smaller than Victoria’s. Naomi was only a B-cup. Victoria always insisted that she liked small boobs. Naomi chose to believe her. Victoria slid Naomi’s white and black checkered underpants to the floor and Naomi did the same for Victoria’s lime colored ones.

Victoria and Naomi gathered up their clothing and placed it carefully onto the hook in the stall. This way it wouldn’t get wet… Hopefully!

Victoria ran a gentle hand through Naomi’s small bush of pubic hair. Naomi only trimmed her pubes, she didn’t shave. Victoria on the other hand was clean shaven. Not a scrap of pubic hair anywhere on Victoria’s pelvis.

“Babe,” Naomi moaned. Naomi placed a hand under her legs and squeezed and squeezed. “I have to pee…” Naomi moaned, bending down inside the tight stall.

“I know, babe, I’m bursting full myself!” Victoria hopped from foot to foot. Victoria finally remained still and began moving her fingers slowly across her labia. “Ready to tinkle?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Squirming, Naomi stood as far against the wall as she could.

Naomi used her fingers to pull her labia up. Victoria did the same. Both women took aim and fired at the exact same time.

Two identical pee streams soared through the air. Each one connected with the skin of her partner.

Naomi fired a warm golden stream all over Victoria’s stomach. Victoria sent her stream down, soaking her partner’s leg. Naomi migrated her stream north and soaked Victoria's large breasts in her liquid waste. Naomi covered Victoria’s areola as well. Victoria moved her stream to cover Naomi’s bubblegum colored, hanging vaginal lips. Naomi sent her stream over Victoria’s face. Victoria closed her eyes and spit out a little urine that ended up in her mouth. The urine and spit landed perfectly on Naomi’s neck. Naomi peed straight into Victoria’s ear canal. Victoria peed into Naomi’s pierced belly button. Naomi blasted her piss stream straight onto Victoria’s nose. Victoria closed her eyes and shook her head, a smirk implanted on her tended facial muscles. Victoria volleyed her whiz onto her significant other’s feet and moved the stream onto each individual toe.

The two women stood in the stall, as quiet as could be, silently dousing each other in their warm bladder contents. The bathroom floor was now covered in urine. The two homosexual women stood in the stuff, smiling at one another.

The two women quickly wrapped their arms around each other and resumed making out. They ran their hands all over their partner’s piss soaked skin, and moaned with delight, relishing this naughty moment!

Before they knew it, Naomi lay in the piss puddle and Victoria lay on top of her. Victoria began lightly nibbling on her partner’s nipples. Naomi had to shove a fist into her mouth to keep from screaming in the public setting. Victoria lapped her tongue over Naomi’s unusually large teats.

Naomi, meanwhile, gently brushed her wet leg over Victoria’s hip. Naomi lightly dug her big toe up Victoria’s wrinkled brown labia and she placed her big toe directly into her partner’s vagina. Victoria opened her mouth to yelp, but before she had the chance, Naomi lifted herself off the ground and kissed her girlfriend lovingly and passionately on the lips.

Victoria lowered herself onto her girlfriend and began running her hands over Naomi’s small, yet perky breasts. Naomi placed a thumb over Victoria’s left nipple and began pushing it around from side to side. Victoria bit her lip so hard she drew some blood. Noami ran her hands over Victoria’s shoulders and lightly tugged at her hair. Victoria squeezed Noami’s ears and pushed her body farther down on top of her.

Namoi ran her hands along Victoria’s backside, feeling her thick and soft ass. Victoria buried her face between Naomi’s breasts and began to push her head around. To keep from screaming, Namoi bit her own lip and slapped the floor, sending up a small trail of urine which splashed Victoria in her thick blonde hair, causing the hair to plaster down and become more delicate.

Victoria lowered her hand and began fiddling around with Naomi’s clitoris. Naomi’s mouth shot open, but no sound escaped. Naomi lifted her arms and grasped the rim of the toilet behind her. Dispiet laying on the ground, holding onto the toilet gave the small woman some support. Victoria continued lightly tugging on, fingering, spitting on, and pushing around Naomi’s clit. With her free hand, Victoria ran her fingers through Naomi’s bush. A few loose strands of curly black pubic hair came off and covered Victoria’s hand.

Naomi removed a single hand from the toilet. Victoria, knowing what Naomi wanted, eagerly lifted herself farther off the ground. Naomi placed a hand on Victoria’s clit and began fingering with all her strength. The two women chewed their lips as they played with each other’s clitoris.

After several moments of foreplay, Naomi lay flat on the ground and spread her legs. Naomi’s back was flat against the, now cold, puddle of pee. Victoria also spread her legs. Victoria carefully maneuvered herself so that her pussy was directly on top of Naomi’s. Victoria began to grind up and down. Naomi chewed her lip harder than she ever has. Her eyes remained closed as this glorious feeling carried on. And the sound of urination told these two that they were not alone. And that was what made it even sexier!

 

Sarah stood before the center urinal, the fly of her jeans open, and her stream shooting down.

Cassie entered and approached the far urinal, the one closest to the stalls. Cassie nodded to her bathroom companion. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Sarah nodded back.

Cassie faced the urinal and unzipped her jeans. Cassie hopped up and down to allow her vaginal lips to come through the fly. Cassie held her lips, took aim, and peed directly into the urinal water.

“Whew,” Cassie breathed, planting her hand on the wall in front of her. “Hey,” Cassie turned to Sarah. “I like your nails.”

“First off, please don’t look,” Sarah giggled, knowing the only way Cassie would have seen her nails is if she looked at her business. “And secondly, thank you! My boyfriend did them.”

“He has talent…” Cassie was cut off by the sound of a bang! The bathroom stall next to Cassie rattled on its hinges. The two urinal ladies faced each other.

They stopped their streams prematurely, zipped up and walked towards the door of the stall.

 

“Oh, yeah…” Victoria moaned.

“Quiet, you,” Naomi giggled.

The shadow of the closed stall door slowly drifted away. Victoria and Naomi slowly looked up, still in their favorite scissoring position. Standing before them were two shocked women.

Silence fell. No one made a sound or a movement. The four women just stared at one another.

“I… I thought you locked the door…” Naomi’s voice came out weak.

“I thought you locked it…” Victoria said.

Naomi and Victoria glared at one another. They then smiled awkwardly up at the two women who had been unlucky enough to catch them.

Sarah and Cassie just stared down, their jaws on the pee covered floor, their eyes as wide as ping pong balls, as they stared and stared at the two naked lesbian ladies, they had caught on a pee coated floor in the midst of sexual intercourse.

“Umm… Hi…” Naomi managed. Victoria elbowed her. Naomi shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

“Gross,” Sarah said and slammed the door shut.

 

Victoria and Naomi were lucky enough that those two women in the bathroom hadn’t called the police. Or even the restaurant manager for that matter. Victoria and Naomi went home that night, unable to feel excited. Sure, they had been caught, but they had the time of their lives before that! And even the thrill of finally getting caught was enough to arouse them both.

As soon as they stepped in the door, Naomi began running her hands over her girlfriend’s large knockers and began kissing her fruity lips. Victoria ran her fist through her GF’s lovely black hair.

“What do you say we finish what we started?” Naomi suggested.

“I love that idea!” Victoria kissed her hard. “But babe…”

“Yeah…” Naomi leaned in, anxious to hear what her lover had to say.

Victoria just smiled, brushed Naomi’s shoulders, and stated, “I have to pee.”

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I decided to do a few more stories. Here is the next installment. Enjoy! 🙂 

 

 

 

 

 

Sasha grasped her womanhood and held tight. Sasha could see her bladder bulging from her muscular caramel colored skin. Given how hot it was outside today, Sasha wore a black D-cup bra which stretched to make room for her large breasts.

Sasha had to take a break from running. It hurt to even move, let alone run. Sasha squeezed herself through her dark jeans. Her lower half was sweltering, making her regret wearing long pants today.

Sasha quietly whispered to herself, “I’m a big girl, I can make it… Come on, Sash, you are a champion… You are a body builder… You can hold your pee… Just like lifting weights, you can hold the pressure in…” This helped the caramel-colored woman calm down a bit. Sasha felt the pressure go down ever so slightly. She was relieved no one was around to hear her monologue to herself. Thank god the park was empty today!

After regaining control of herself, Sasha continued to the toilets.

She was appalled and horrified, however, when she saw the ‘Out of Order’ sign plastered over the door to the ladies’ room.

Fear crept over Sasha. She knew she could not wait. The men’s room, perhaps? But no. The men’s room had a ‘closed for cleaning’ sign on it. Sasha cursed under her breath. She could not wait. No one was around. In fact, Sasha had not seen anyone at the park all day today. Plus, that morning coffee and all the water she added to her body throughout the day would not wait much longer.

Sasha was a buddy builder. Hydration was very important to her. She had seven bottles of water since this morning, and they were making her bladder begin to cave in.

Sasha turned and sped into the nearby bushes. She looked left, then right, and left again, just to confirm that she was indeed alone. She was. Sasha quickly began fumbling with the buckle of her navy jeans. Sasha spit out a string of curse words as she struggled to undo the button.

Her face was oozing with sweat. Sasha’s dark sunglasses were sliding down her nose, which was a slip n’ slide of perspiration. She even had beads of sweat dotting her black lipstick-colored lips. Sasha was used to sweating. Especially on hot days. But this was a different kind of sweat. It wasn’t from the heat or from working out. It was the type of sweat that came with a full bladder.

Sasha's jeans finally came undone. Hiding behind the bush, Sasha yanked the flaps of her jeans to the side and let a clear river - the perfect symbol of good hydration - gush from her labia onto the floor of the park. Sasha’s lips formed an O as she breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

Sasha closed her eyes behind her sunglasses, not caring who saw, just enjoying the feeling as the pressure in her bladder went down. She enjoyed the pitter patter sound her urine stream made as it connected with the dirt. She enjoyed the gentle breeze rustling through her curly black hair, pulled into a ponytail.

Sasha closed her eyes behind her sunglasses, not caring who saw, just enjoying the feeling as the pressure in her bladder went down. She enjoyed the pitter patter sound her urine stream made as it connected with the dirt. She enjoyed the gentle breeze rustling through her curly black hair, pulled into a ponytail.
Sasha heard a noise that made her eyes spring open. Standing beside her was a woman with olive colored skin with long chocolate colored hair that had a cowlick standing far up in the air. She wore azure lipstick and fishnet stockings with long black boots, a dark blue skirt and a belt that was crooked on her waist, and a translucent top that showed off her mountain sized breasts. Her nipples, however, were hidden from view behind a strange garment that Sasha had never seen before.

Something was off about the woman. She was standing on one leg, keeping the other pressed against her knee. She chewed her lip and her face was red. She looked really stressed out. In one hand she held her cell phone and allowed her other hand to hang at her side, limply holding a cigarette. Sasha noticed the bracelet around her wrist and the white collar around her neck. Sasha had a feeling she understood this woman’s problem.

“Have to pee?” Sasha asked.

The newcomer shifted her head in a weak nod.

“I won’t look,” Sasha turned away. It was hard not to though. This busty woman was very hot.

The woman placed her cigarette back in her mouth and held her phone in between her breasts. Sasha wished her breasts could do that! And she thought her D-cup was big! This woman must have been a triple D at least!

The woman undid her belt and pulled her skirt down slightly. She moaned loudly as a stream, much darker than Sasha’s, burst from her lips.

“Feel better?” Sasha asked.

“Whew!” The woman breathed. “Those damn bathrooms! Out of order! Thought I was gonna burst! I’m Mandy, by the way.”

“Sasha.” The pair shook hands. They then peed in silence.

After she finished, Sasha rebuckled her hands, happy to see her bladder bulge had disappeared. Sasha was also overjoyed that she didn’t get caught. Well, she did. But she was caught by another woman who was dying to pee. What luck!

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Here is story number ten! Enjoy! 🙂 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Emma’s eyes began to flutter open. She tiredly closed them again. Emma was prepared to go back to sleep. She was far too relaxed to get up. She had the entire beach to herself! How much more relaxed could one be?

Emma loved the beach. It was probably her favorite place in the world. She felt the sun on her face, the wind lightly blowing the sand around, the waves crashing on shore, the clouds roaming aimlessly overhead, the air buzzing, the trees swaying, the seagulls coking, the sun glowing… Could she have asked for a nicer day.

As Emma heard the waves crash against the sand, she suddenly realized something. She had to pee. Quite urgently! It was enough to wake Emma from her sleep. This was the type of pee that she knew could not wait! Her bladder needed immediate attention. This was the drop-everything-and-go-pee urge!
Not surprising given the fact that Emma drank several sodas and a lemonade since she arrived. Emma checked the time on her phone. Her screen appeared blurry through her freshly awoken vision. As the words came into view, Emma gasped. Five O’clock! She was asleep for five hours? Well, there went her night sleep. On the bright side, that would explain how the sun got to the western part of the sky so quickly.

This also meant that Emma had stored all that soda in her bladder for well over six hours. Emma’s bladder is incredibly large. She may have went overboard with the drinks. But the day was hot, and Emma knew she had excellent control. Still, she did have limits!

Emma struggled to sit up. Her long, wavy turquoise colored hair was speckled with sand particles. Emma climbed from her beach chair she brought and struggled to her feet. Her large legs nearly toppled over. Emma was so sleepy, she could hardly stand. But one pang from her bladder woke her up rather quickly.

Emma had such good control, she had no need to hold her crotch. But she did need to keep her legs within two inches from one another to keep from exploding all over the sand. Emma stubbled down the length of the beach, passing many red and white umbrellas. Emma wondered if someone had arrived at the beach to set them up. She saw no one.

Emma looked around. No one was here. It was a rather long walk to the bathroom. Going to the bathroom was rather pointless. Emma - like all women - could just stand to pee. Why bother heading to the restroom?

Emma looked around and decided to unbutton her beige pants and allow them to slide down her chunky legs, and fall into her leather boots. Emma’s cotton brown coat fell behind her arms. She moved her black thong to the side and began gushing.

A hot stream moved from in between Emma’s labia onto the soft sandy floor below her. Emma smiled widely as she studied her steam falling down to the earth, causing the sand to become very damp and dark and turn to clay. Emma stared straight ahead, smiling. She adjusted the red scarf at her throat and scratched her left breast, ready to pop out of her tight black bra.

Emma’s stream lasted for several moments. Just when she thought she was finishing, she got a second wind. She peed and peed and peed and peed and peed even more. The stream didn't appear to be stopping. Between her large bladder captivity and all that soda she gulped down a few hours ago, she was nowhere near surprised.

Emma just listened to the gentle waves behind her as her bladder voided. Emma was awfully proud of herself. She ended up creating a wet patch of sand that was the size of a small sinkhole! The sand felt extra squishy under her boots.

When she was done, Emma jiggled her labia to shake off the last few drops. She then moved her thong back in place and pulled up her jeans. As she was buttoning them, she heard a middle aged couple appear beside her. Emam blushed. Judging by their faces, they had seen.

“That is sick,” the man gagged.

The woman - likely his wife - asked, “What is?”

“She peed right here,” the man gestured to Emma.

“Yeah, so,” asked his wife.

“It is gross! Why do women pee wherever they feel like it,” he asked?

“If you could pee standing up, you would too buddy,” his wife promised.

“No, I wouldn’t!”

“Who cares, anyway?”

“You women just go around, whipping it out whenever you feel like it! Have some decency!”

“Oh, quit being so dramatic.”

“I’m serious!”

“Blah, blah,” the woman retorted, clearly not having a better come back.

And so, Emma went back to her beach chair, leaving behind the bickering couple and the wet patch she made in the sand.

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Story eleven! Enjoy! 🙂 

 

 

 

 

 

Amanda Grant leaned against a lamp post. She kept her knees bent together as she moaned heavily. She could feel a thick trickle preparing to launch from her pussy. It was pitch black out and the blonde twenty-six-year-old didn’t know what to do. Tears swelled in her glassy gray eyes. She cursed wildly under her breath.

After a night of bar hopping, Amanada’s bladder was ready to pop, as was her ego when she wet herself. No, she would not wet herself! She was only a block away from her house. She couldn’t lose control now. But it was so close to coming out! No, she just had to fight! Amanda squeezed her muscles tighter, unintentionally flexing her four pack-abs under her navy-blue woolen jacket.

Amanda wanted so badly to unzip her jacket; it was making her sweat even more. But alas, she was wearing nothing underneath. She wasn’t even wearing a bra. Amanda adjusted her jacket. Her big boobs, stretching the wool.

But Amanda wanted so badly to find an alleyway and pee even more! But no alleyways emerged. And even then, Amanda was usually a cautious person. She was horrified of getting caught.

Amanda may have spent all night drinking margarita after margarita, beer after beer, tequila shot after tequila shot, but she took comfort in the fact that alcohol didn’t have a big effect on her. Despite having over a dozen alcoholic beverages, Amanda felt as sober as ever. But that did not change the fact that she had a lot to drink, and it all wished to exit her body now.

Amanda would have peed by now. But one of the bars had a long line, one bar had a closed bathroom entirely, one bar was ‘free until someone goes’ and she would not be that someone to go! Bottom line, Amanda Grant hadn’t peed in well over four hours. And will all she had to drink… Even normal non-alcoholic beverages would be demanding release by now.

Amanda took a moment to compose herself on the lamp post before continuing.

Amanda had just turned the corner onto her street when she felt it. Her pants were getting damp. Amanda cursed, grabbing at the fabric of her navy jeans, but nothing.

This could not be happening… Amanda Grant did not pee herself! Yet, here she was, all the alcohol she consumed running down her jeans.

Amanda ran for it. She dashed down the street, hands in crotch, feeling as little by little leaked out. Amanda ran faster than a cheetah hunting its prey. She darted up the steps to her house. Each step was excruciating as she failed to hold back the ocean inside. Pee rolled down the steps and down the sidewalk outside. In fact, there was a trail of pee following Amanda Grant.

The crotch of Amanda’s jeans was even more dark than the rest of her pants. There was a small trail of wetness traveling down her left leg and a dribble going down the right as well.

She grasped the doorknob, feeling a massive flood stir in the fabric of her navy jeans. Amanda jiggled the knob. More leaked out. Door was locked. Amanda didn’t have time to get her keys. She raised her foot and kicked the door in.

The door swung on its hinge, forced open by Amanda’s powerful foot. Amanda charged past the door and down the hall. She was very much aware of the trail she was leaving behind. Several puddles dotted the carpet behind her like spots on a dalmatian. But she didn’t care.

Amanda charged into her bathroom. She threw the toilet seat up with a loud bang, metal against metal. She ripped the button of her jeans open, and then…

“Ahhhhhhh…” Amanda smiled as a massive PLLOOOOOUUUUSSSH sound echoed through the entire house.

The damn was already filled with cracks, but when Amanda undid her zipper, the damn shattered like glass. A pale-yellow stream of hot piss bloomed from her vulva and rocketed down into the toilet water. The transparent water of the toilet became a deep shade of yellow in a matter of seconds.

Amanda stood peeing until the big hand of the bathroom clock moved from three to seven. Finally, the stream began to subside. Amanda’s feet were aching from standing in front of the toilet for so long. Amanda shook her pussy off and was ready to rezip. But she hesitated. Her pants were soaked, and her underwear was ruined. But she was home. At least no one was out tonight to see her. And even if they were, it was so dark out and her jeans were also dark, it was unlikely anyone could tell.

Either way, she was home now. Time to shower and get into pajamas anyway. Also clean the carpet and call a guy to fix her door!

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Kay grasped her navy shorts. Her large legs stumbled as she attempted - but failed - to run. Why had she drank so much beer! She knew how quickly beer went through her! She also knew… Her secret.

As she made it through the tree line, Kay’s short, but thick blonde hair fell in her face making her vision as useful as tapping a pair on construction paper to either side of her face. Kay could feel a squirt emerge and absorb into her panties. That and her giant boobs bouncing below her, Kay felt as though she was also getting hit in the face by two volleyballs, each one hitting her on every alternative step. Her pale skin was a deep red as she felt another squirt of former beer try to make a break from her tensed up pussy.

Kay looked around. Even women had to make sure no one was around before they peed in public areas. But between the picnic being right down the hill and Kay’s embarrassing secret, she had to be doubly sure she was all alone. Granted, it was a family/friend picnic. Kay either was related to or knew everyone here her whole life. But she didn’t want them to know her secret either.

Satisfied with her privacy, Kay undid her shorts and pulled them all the way down. She then squatted so her butt was parallel with her white cotton stockings. Her high heel black boots were wedged firmly in the earth. Her heart was pounding, her throat dry, knowing at any moment, someone may see and would learn that Kay has a difficult time standing to pee unlike every other woman on the planet! She would have to make this quick.

The stream started. Kay breathed heavily as the pressure let up and she drowned the grass at her feet. The piss stream was strong. No surprise given how much beer it was made up of. Kay peed and peed. But she made the mistake of closing her eyes and relaxing.

“Kay?”

Kay leapt as if an alien just used her name. But it was instead her older, goth cousin, Natalie.

“N… Natalie…” Kay’s eyes went down to the stream hissing between her bent legs. “What uh… What are you doing here?”

“Too much beer,” Natalie patted her stomach. She looked down, admiring Kay’s stream. “I take it that is what brought you here?”

Kay was never super close with Natalie. Moistly because Natalie was always super goth and often scary to be around. But Natalie hadn’t called Kay out on her act yet. The secret one that is. Maybe she didn’t notice. No, of course she noticed. How could she not notice her younger cousin popping a squat right in front of her? Natalie may be wearing a ton of eyeliner, and her ‘bad bitch’ baseball cap may be covering most of her face, but Kay didn’t think that made the woman blind either!

“Uh…” Kay looked down at her steam again.

“Hey, why are you peeing like that anyway?” Natalie asked.“Why not stand?” There it was.

No use in denying things. Her secret was out.

“I… I can’t pee standing up,” Kay admitted.

Natalie didn’t even blink. “What do you mean?”

“Truthfully… It has always been tough for me. I like sitting better. You know, like a guy,” Kay snorted. “But standing to go sure does make these outdoor things easier, huh? I… I suppose you’re gonna tell everyone now.”

Instantly, without hesitation, Natalie replied, “No.”

“Send a post on social media?” Kay guessed.

For the first time, Kay saw something she never imagined Natalie would do. She smiled.

“It is your secret, I have no right to blab it,” Natalie replied. “Nor will I. Don’t be ashamed. It is kinda cool, actually. Well, not cool per say, but… Interesting. And hey, I’ll bet your husband will be rather thankful for it someday. No mess in the bathroom, toilet seat always down. Man, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten into fights with my husband! Just cause I leave the stupid seat up once in a while, he has to…” Natalie’s voice trailed upon seeing Kay stare up at her. Natalie swallowed her rage at her husband and addressed her younger cousin, “We all have our secrets, anyway. For instance… Know what I am wearing under my clothes?”

Without invitation, Natalie flipped her long blonde ponytail and then proceeded to lift up her pitch black shirt to reveal that her boobs were hidden behind fishnet stockings. Her nipples pressed against the nets. Her areola were enormous too! They were the size of a tennis ball, easy. She even had belts surrounding them, cutting off the circulation. The fishnets matched perfectly with the ones around Natalie’s legs.

“You’re a slut,” Kay smirked.

“A slut who has to piss like a racehorse!” Natalie began bouncing her legs. “Thanks for reminding me!” Natalie directed that last comment to Kay’s peeing pussy lips.

Natalie moved over to a bush, her back to Kay. Remaining standing, she undid her pitch black shorts with spikes at the end to match her spiked neck collar.
Kay observed her cousin, watching her knee long ponytail scrape against her legs and listening to her noisy hiss of pee. It was some how comforting.

“Hey, Natalie?” Kay asked.

“Yo?”

Kay hesitated. “Thanks for keeping my secret?”

Natalie paused. “What are slutty cousins for?”

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Story thirteen:

(Sorry for the edit. I accidentally put the wrong story number).

 

 

 

 

 

Tiffany walked down the length of the trail. Every now and then she had to stop and grab herself or make a fidget movement with her legs. Tiffany could feel her bladder swell like a parade float being pumped full of air. Tiffany’s eyes watered and her tongue flapped inside her throat like a fish. No one was around. But composing herself was a part of the fun.

Tiffany’s bladder was so full of liquid, she felt a weight similar to a small boulder push down on her vulva. Tiffany could feel her clit vibrating inside her pants like a caged up tiger wanting release.

It just felt so good to hold it. Being in nature, going on his hike, (and being a woman), Tiffany could pee anywhere she liked. But she just loved the feeling she got when she held it. She felt her bladder beat like a heart, she could feel a tsunami of pressure wham down on her vulva and it turned her on immensely.

Tiffany adjusted her dark pants. She tucked a loose strand of her short dark hair behind her ear. She used her hands held in biker gloves to adjust her jeans. It felt so good on her bladder to push down and to move her pants all around. Tiffany looked around, making sure she was alone. When she decided she was, she unzipped her pants and squinted her eyes, biting her lip. It felt so incredible to unzip her pants and allow her bladder to expand past the fly. She felt her brown skin prickle with imaginary shards of glass. Her eyes became that of a cartoon character that was hit on the head with an anvil.

Tiffany shoved a gloved hand in her crotch and began waddling along. The pressure was as intense as the Atlantic Ocean. Tiffany could feel the liquids slosh around inside. Her unzipped black bicker’s jacket swayed around her. Tiffany’s ears filled with the roaring sound of a waterfall.

This was Tiffany’s target. She didn’t want this hold to end. But she was so excited, that she instantly took off her bicker boots and rolled up her pant legs. Tiffany stomped into the lake. Her bladder was hammering inside as it felt her feet submerge themselves in cool liquid. Tiffany’s bladder felt hot. Really hot. As warm as the sun in fact.

Tiffany stopped at the waterfall and ran her hands over her bladder. It bulged like a bowling ball right below her abs. Tiffany just adored seeing her almond skin elongate past her stomach. Tiffany had to piss so bad! She began to potty dance while ankle deep in lake water. Water splashed below her feet.

Worst - or perhaps best of all - Tiffany stood only mere feet from the roaring twenty-foot tall waterfall. Millions of gallons rushed from over the falls, flowing past Tiffany’s eyes as fast as water from a tap, and crashed down at her feet, causing white foam to stir. Just watching the falls, listening to the water rush, Tiffany felt ready to squirt.

Tiffany finally reached inside her already unzipped jeans. She wore no underwear. Her thick bush of pubes protruded from her fly. Tiffany held her vulva with both fingers and peed.

The relief felt heavenly. Tiffany felt hearts leave her mouth. She was ready to pass out from the joy of relieving a bursting bladder. But she was nowhere near done yet.

Tiffany pulled her vulva up as far as it would go. Her urine stream blasted far above her head. The stream fired so high that it surpassed the top of the waterfall.

Tiffany watched with satisfaction as her urine stream landed at the very top of the falls and was knocked down the falls by the coursing aqua.

Tiffany’s stream hit the top of the twenty-foot tall falls and rushed back down, creating a wide yellow strip going down the center of the falls.

Tiffany felt her bladder deflate like an orange that was being juiced. She smiled and orgasmed. Nothing like giving a giant pee stream! It appeared to go as high as the clouds!

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Hanako leaned back, grinning as she felt the hot water of the springs move over her mostly naked body. It was such a welcomed vacation from work. The ramen shop had been incredibly busy since adding that dumb new cookie and cream flavor to their menu. Hanako needed a break just like this! As she lounged in the hot springs, she could feel her stream burning from her body and leaving the pool as steam. But there was one problem…

A sharp twinge of her bladder and Hanako shot her hand into the water to grasp her aching vulva through her two-piece suit. Her hand felt like it had caught fire, like it does whenever you get into hot bath water too quickly. But Hanako had no choice. She was about to pee. The hot water rolling over her bladder bulge was infuriating!

Hanako hated getting out. She had long since debated whether or not to just pee in the spring, but that was too disgusting for her. She regretted all of that tea she had drank that morning. It had flowed right through her insides and now wanted out.

Hanako could no longer take it. She fled from the spring, her skin burning as she exited. She dashed for the changing rooms. Of course, they didn’t have a bathroom. The nearest bathroom was back at the barn she was staying at her in Japan. It was just down the road, but with a full bladder, it felt much farther.

Hanako tore her swimsuit off, toweled her naked body - giving extra care to her soaking nude breasts - and dressed in her long blue jeans, gray sneakers, black bra - which was so stretched by her breasts, it looked like she was stuffing two car tires into a balloon - and a woolen sweater. She quickly put her white hair - flowing down to her feet - in a gray bow and was off. She also added on her beloved cow bell around her neck.

Hanako sped back to the farm, hands in crotch the whole way down the road. She had put off going to the bathroom for too long. And she needed to go right now!

Hanako rushed down the dirt path, soil flying with each kick of her sneakers. Her cow bell clenched around her neck and her large pink eyes brimmed with tears as they tried to focus on the long road ahead of her. Hanako’s large ears flapped and her horns swayed. Her heart pounded and her bladder pulsated.
Hanako was nearly back when she heard a clap of thunder so strong that it scared her into leaking. The front of her jeans turned dark. Rain poured from the heavens. Hanako angrily slapped her feet up and down against the path - already soaked in puddles - in a desperate potty dance.

Hanako chewed her lip and her eyes shut tight, tears flowing as well as rain water. Hanako hated the rain. She especially hated the rain when she had a full bladder. Of course, Hanako knew she could just empty in the bushes, but she was shy. Sure, no one was around, but she still didn’t like emptying anywhere besides her bathroom. Plus, it was raining now. Pissing in the rain was the worst! Hanako tugged at her hair to distract herself, but she could feel the rain hammering down on her bladder making it throb with each patter it was forced to endure.

Hanako jabbed her hands back into her crotch and sped even faster. She zipped down the trail, leaving a wake of dirt behind her. She was nearly there. She could see her toilet from here!

Hanako charged into the farm and dashed into her pen. The rain no longer fell on her, as it was held back by the straw roof above her. She tore open her jeans and let it fly, releasing her power pee. The relief washed over Hanako like a glass of refreshing milk. She moaned with pleasure as she expelled her angry bladder all over the hay at her feet.

The other cows looked up at Hanako. They had come to know her rather well in recent times. Hanako waved at them and cheerfully said, “Hi!” She spoke in Japanese. The cows mooed in response, returning to eating or sleeping. Hanako sighed happily, “Ahhhhh…” She looked back to the cows. “Thanks for letting me use your pen again, little guys. I had to go!” Hanako’s cowbell rattled like a bird feeder as she held her head down, enjoying the sensation that came with relief.

Hanako gushed her very own thunderstorm of piss. When the wide yellow trail finally ended, absorbed by the hay, Hanako shook her damp pussy and rezipped.
She examined the raging storm past the pen walls and the straw roof. She could try and make a run for it, but why bother? Hanako sat in the hay, right by her pee puddle, and withdrew a chocolate bar from her pocket. How she loved sweets!

The once again sunny twenty-nine year old cheerfully bit into her candy bar. She looked around the pen at her cow companions and asked, “Does anyone have some milk?”

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Vella sat before her laptop; legs crossed as tight as they could go like two puzzle pieces being forced together until they begin to break along the edges.

Littering the floor around Vella’s seat were a dozen empty beer bottles. There was even an empty coffee cup in the mix. Vella wanted to be wide awake for this event. And was she ever! Vella’s fingers flew over her controller. She gamed and gamed like she had never gamed before. Vella’s friends were all on a live game preparing for the final of their quest. Nothing would stand in the way! That is except for Vella’s mediocre bladder and all the beer she placed inside of it.

Vella could feel her bladder agitated by all of the diuretics swirling around inside. Vella squirmed and wiggled. She couldn’t even hold herself. Her mind was going numb from her need. She could hardly focus.

Vella leaned froward, her large breasts squished against the desk. Her snow white hair hung around her eyes like mosquitoes preparing to land. Yet, Vella never once redirected her red eyes anywhere but the screen.

Still, she could feel her bladder swelling so far, it looked like she was carrying around a third massive breast. This one on her stomach. The belt she wore did not help as it squished things even farther. It was as hard as stone and incredibly sensitive as it brushed against the table.

Vella’s whole face resembled a tomato after a rainstorm. Red and dripping with sweat and tears. Vella’s breathing was heavy. Her friend’s must have noticed.

“Hey, Vella? You okay,” asked Kanna - the only other female gamer on this livequest.

“Um, yeah. I just drank too much and I have to pee real bad,” Vella decided for honesty.

“That sucks,” said Benjiro. “But you can’t go now.”

“Obviously,” Vella made the noise of two rocks smashing together. “But I have to piss, guys!” Vella hated to be rude to her friend, but her bladder hurt so much, she actually was afraid it might burst from her abdomen.

“Got any bottles?” Kanna wondered. “Maybe you can pee into one of them.”

“Lots. I drank a bunch!”

“There you go,” Kanna said in a tone that suggested the matter was solved.

“Girls are so lucky,” Takato grumbled. “Wish I could pee into a bottle.”

Vella had stopped listening. She now had her jeans unzipped and held a bottle to her genitalia. The beer bottle’s opening was buried in her large lips like a car after a snow storm, Vella was unable to resist making an audible moan as relief felt too good. There came the sound of prrrrissh and Vella began filled up the bottle. The urine quickly filled to the top and Vella switched out the bottles.

She continued to game with her friends. Asahi pointed out that they could hear Vella’s hissing over their earpieces. Vella hardly cared. It was well worth the release. Even better, they defeated the boss and won the game. But not before Vella filled up seven and a half beer bottles of pee. Vella arranged them on her desk like the trophy collection of a snotty ‘perfect’ champion. Vella admired the bottles, overflowing and foaming with golden liquid inside. Seven and a half bottles of pee stood before the Japanese gamer girl. Perhaps her bladder isn’t so mediocre after all!

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Vella and Hanako stood behind the counter of the ramen shop together. Business was slow and the best friends gossiped about their lives. There were rumors flying around that the two bisexual women were in a relationship. The truth was, the two women were not dating, but they each fancied one another. Granted, they could never admit that to one another.

The two stood and gossiped all morning. Vella had drunk a few coffees and even a beer while Hanako was busy with milk and tea. Soon enough, both large women found themselves in great need of a bathroom. They decided to go together.

The store only had one, one-person bathroom. But they would be fine waiting for one another. They were nearly there when Yuto pushed past them, beelining for the restroom. Yuto was Hanako and Vella’s only other co-worker in the shop. Unless they counted their bosses, and they didn’t.

“Excuse me, Yuto,” Vella said, dancing in place. “But we were heading for the bathroom next.”

“Too bad,” Yuto stepped into the restroom and closed the door.

It was at this moment the two women realized how badly they needed to pee. They had drunk way more than their bodies could handle. Plus, they had been so busy gossiping that they had forgotten all about their bodily needs. But now that they were focused on it again, they found themselves in dire need of a restroom.
Nothing to do now but wait it out.

The two women returned to the counter and began gossiping about what an awful person Yuto was. Yuto was constantly acting rude and obnoxious to everyone. Vella and Hanako shared the same pet peeve. Rude people.

Talking helped take their mind off their needs for a little bit. But soon, both women were knocked down with a large wave of urgency. Vella played with her headphones around her ears to distract herself and Hanako jiggled her cowbell.

But no matter what they did, their minds always returned to their bladders. Worst of all, there were no customers today, so there was nothing to take their minds off their desperation.

The girls returned to the bathroom several times to check if Yuto was out yet. He wasn’t. They knocked and begged, but he didn’t leave.

Hanako kept her legs crossed, one leg raised to her crotch. She pulled on her cow ear and wiggled her hips. Vella meanwhile undid her belt to relieve some pressure. Vella tried to listen to some of her favorite music: Power metal. But it didn’t help. The girls attempted to discuss traveling. Also didn’t work. The poor late-twenty-year-old women had to pee so bad, they were at the point that nothing, absolutely nothing could distract them any longer. How they wished they had peed earlier! Or maybe if they hadn’t had so much to drink. No use in dwelling on that now.

Vella’s bladder had expanded through her stomach by several inches. Hanako’s bladder was also quite large, not as large as Vella’s, but large just the same. The two women danced and squirmed. Their faces were red, and their eyes watered. Just when they feared the worst, they heard a lock come undone and a toilet flush. About time! Yuto had been in there for nearly an hour!

The two raced towards the bathroom just as Yuto emerged. Despite the way Yuto acted, the women hated to be rude to him, but this was an emergency. The two large women pushed past Yuto and squeezed into the narrow bathroom door.

Once inside, they slammed and locked the door. It was at this moment the women realized their biggest problem. Two of them and only one toilet.

“You can go first,” Vella danced out of the way. She knew Hanako’s bladder was even smaller than hers. Vella wanted her friend to be able to alleviate herself first.

Despite feeling a bowling ball pressing down on her tensed up vulva, Hanako clapped her hands to her crotch and potty danced to the side. “No, no. You can go first,” Hanako lifted her legs as though she were marching in place.

Vella could clearly see the desperation in Hanako’s eyes. If this had happened an hour ago, they would have easily been able to wait for one another. But at this point, it was getting near impossible.

Vella had an idea. She told Hanako who agreed.

Vella quickly threw up the toilet seat and unzipped her jeans. Hanako took her place beside Vella and did the same. The two women - now with unzipped pants - each took aim and felt the relief flood through them. Or rather out of them!

Two streams - one from each pee hole - blasted through the air and splashed down in the toilet, causing the water to become an instant yellow. A glong, glong, glong sounded as the two women peed rather noisily into the bowl.

Vella found her head resting on Hanako’s shoulder. While the two women were nearly the exact same height, Vella was a couple of centimeters shorter. The two women moaned with relief as they peed their worries away together.

Vella was unable to break her gaze from Hanako’s unzipped pussy lips and Hanako was having the same issues looking away from Vella’s exposed genitalia. The two women smile at one another. The pink eyes of Hanako met the red ones of Vella. They smiled at one another and went back to nuzzling each other on the shoulders as they peed side by side for another long, very romantic hour.

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Story seventeen:

(I might have gotten confused with the story numbers. Sorry for any confusion!)

 

 

 

 

Eshe downed a shot of tequila in one swig. “Whooie!” She cried, holding her hands to the sky. The bracelets on her wrists clattered from the sudden motion like two animals startled by a loud noise. “I’m still feelin’ good,” Eshe cried. This was only half true. All that liquor was working its way through Eshe quickly. It made her seriously reconsider this bet. But she had already made the bet and now all eyes in the entire bar were on her, waiting and watching with anticipation. Eshe felt like she was an alien species and a group of scientists were watching her. They didn’t say anything or do anything. They just wanted to see how she reacted. That’s exactly what the bar patrons were doing right now. They just wanted to see what Eshe was going to react to all of that diuretic liquid sloshing around inside like angry monkeys trapped in a steel cage.

“Bartender, fix mama up with another round a shots!” Eshe called. The entire bar gasped. The bar tended looked as if Eshe just asked him to switch her shampoo for acid.

“You sure, ma’am,” he asked.

“Course I’m sure! Another shot, please!”

“Okay. You’re the boss,” the bartender slid another glass down, western style and Eshe downed it in seconds.

Hours passed and Eshe drank more and more. The entire bar hadn’t moved an inch. They just kept watching, waiting for any signs of desperation!

Eshe could seriously feel it. Now, every time she turned her bar stool towards the counter to drink, she snuck a very long, satisfying crotch-grab.

Eshe had told these people the properties of alcohol had almost no effect on her. She had also said her bladder was like an elephant’s. Both statements were true. But even Eshe had her limits, and she knew that too.

Eshe finished her twenty-ninth tequila shot that night. A bar patron behind her stood and said, “Miss, you have proven your point. I say you have won the bet. You have held way longer than anyone could have!” The others cheered in agreement. “You don’t have to do this no more.”

But Eshe did. This wasn’t just about winning. It was about going as far as she could.

Thirty-two shots, six beers, and a wine down, and Eshe’s bladder was ready to blow. But she refused to leave. She would keep holding it as long as possible. Eshe’s long black hair flopped behind her like a wall of bats. Her earrings jangled and her necklaces bounced. Eshe was busy bouncing her leg up and down at rapid speed. Her hands were shuffled in the folds of her two piece black dress. Eshe pulled up her bra a bit and went back to holding. She could feel even her breasts sweating. Eshe’s eyes were riddled with desperation. Eshe had the biggest bladder of any one here, but it was so filled up with alcohol, at this point her bladder was no different than an elderly person's.

Eshe’s bladder was cramping and her skin was beaded with perspiration. Eshe noticed her bladder stand out amongst her very dark skin. Her bladder was so stretched, it looked like she would be going into labor any second now.

Eshe could no longer hold still, but she still refused to go pee. She held and she held, and she held. Her muscles were burning, and her bladder was quacking inside her abdomen. She held the entire Pacific Ocean back with just her bare muscles.

Eshe was a fierce competitor, but she was also smart. She knew very well how much her body could take. Eshe looked around. All eyes were on her. And each pair of eyes was as wide as golf balls, mouths open to let emotionless air exit. Everyone stopped and stared. Eshe finally stood. Everyone sucked in their breath.

Hands in crotch, Eshe looked to everyone apologetically. “Mama’s gonna take a hot piss! See yeh all,” she announced and then zoomed to the ladies’ room. She could feel all eyes on her as she did so, but she kind of liked that.

Bladder bursting full the whole way, Eshe zipped into the ladies room and lifted her skirt. Her black high heels stood in a puddle, but she didn’t care. Eshe stood at the urinal trough. Not caring where she aimed, she relaxed her muscles and moaned with pleasure as hours and hours of tequila, beer, wine, and other alcohol came gushing from her pitch labia like water from a whale’s blow hole.

Eshe panted and heaved. Even with her colossal bladder and her extreme control over it, she could feel herself losing the battle. Eshe smirked and breathed for it felt amazing to spray her torrent from her powerful lips all over the sea of ice chips in the trough. Eshe stood there and pissed like never before and she could feel herself ready to cum too. That one she didn’t need to tell her bar friends!

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Sophia lay on her muscular back, bench pressing a one hundred and twenty-pound dumbbell. Sweat trickled down her face. Her huffing fogged up her teal-rimmed glasses. But the weight of the dumbbell was not the only weight Sophia was currently struggling to lift.

On her bench, Sophia kept her legs crossed tight. She could feel the morning coffee she drank bubbling inside her bladder. Sophia hasn't peed all day. The last pee she took was at four O’clock this morning when she first awoke from her dreams.

Sophia’s bladder felt like the inside of a whale’s mouth. So filled with water it needed to drain. Sophia wrestled with the idea of dropping her weights and dashing into the restroom. But she was bodybuilding. She could handle a little pee. She wasn’t one of those small bladdered ladies that have to tinkle every time she takes a sip of water. Sophia breathed and continued lifting.

The hour passed and Sophia’s workout sensation ended. She gently lowered her dumbbell and climbed to her feet. The pressure inside Sohpia’s bladder was enough to make her grasp the crotch of her jeans with her mighty fist made of meat. Sophia chewed her lip. Her incredibly long blonde hair was getting in her face. Sophia removed one hand from her face and used her strong finger to push her glasses back up her nose bridge. Taking a deep breath, Sophia staggered onward.

The gym was mostly empty today. Sophia’s heavy movements appeared to shake the ground. Her knees felt like jelly. Sophia could hold on! She must! Her sphincter was a muscle too. And if Sophia had strong body muscles, she must have a strong sphincter muscle.

The blonde rounded the corner, but was halted by her worst fear… An out-of-order sign was stapled to the bathroom door. Sophia used words that would have made a grandmother have a heart attack. Bouncing around, the urgent girl knew her only hope was going home. But it was a ten-minute drive and she was bursting. Why did she have so much damn liquid to drink? That was it!

Sophia turned and spotted the water fountain in the hallway beside her. The hallway was cut away so it was mostly out of sight of the main area. No one was here. Sophia could feel her bladder cracking under the pressure. She had no other option. Realizing this was her last resort, Sophia decided she would indeed do this. However, she would only get the initial pressure off. Nothing more!

Dancing in front of the fountain, Sophia unzipped her dark jeans and pulled open the buckle. Opening her jeans fly as wide as possible, Sophia had to bite her tongue to avoid moaning in bliss. A strong spell of urine appeared through the flap of fabric and splashed down into the fountain, rolling down the drain. The smell was strong. It was definitely coffee pee! Sophia prayed that no one would come back and see her like this. The girl expelled the contents of her bladder, allowing herself to drain away the agony.

Sophia’s stream was as clear as water. An excellent sign of good hydration. Sophia could feel her bladder shrink with each passing second, with each drop that exited the strong woman’s pee hole, she felt a gallon of pressure leave her body.

Sophia remembered how she promised herself just to get the initial pressure off. Well, that pressure certainly was off. Sophia peed so much, she knew she would have no issues holding now. It was sick and wrong of her to use this water fountain as her own personal urinal. Sophia had to stop and find her dignity! But oh, this sensation felt too perfect to stop! Sophia felt as if her organs were made of cell phones stuck on vibrate. Sophia’s entire body shook with glee. She changed her mind and refused to stop now. Just a little longer. What harm could it do to empty a little more?

So, Sophia stood there and pissed as hard as she could, eager to get it all out. Every time Sophia told herself she would stop, she kept going. Sophia knew she could stop. She already felt a load better! But she wouldn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop until it was all out.

‘You feel better! Stop! Go home and finish there!’ Sophia scolded herself.

‘No,’ her bladder retorted. ‘This feels too good! Keep going!’

‘I can’t…’

‘You can! Pee! Pee like you mean it!’

Sophia continued arguing with herself, completely unaware of the clock above her head. The minute hand rolled around the surface of the gadget. The time soon changed from 5:05 to 5:20. And then from 5:20 to 5:30. And from 5:30 to 5:45.

Sophia continued scolding herself, ordering herself to stop peeing and go home. But her body refused to cooperate. Her sphincter muscle had the ability to close. But it didn’t want to. Sophia's hands had the ability to button her jeans, but they refused.

Finally, Sophia’s stream died down. She gave a final push and expelled the rest of her kidney juice into the water fountain. Sophia wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, shaking off the last of her sweat. “Phew,” she moaned to herself. “Relief!” Realizing she was suddenly very thirsty from that workout - both physical and urinary - Sophia hunched over and began drinking from the same fountain she just evacuated her bladder into.

Once her thirst and urination needs were satisfied, Sophia made her way to the front doors of the gym, only to learn… They were locked. Sophia looked at the clock and with a start realized how late it was. How long was she peeing? The gym closed at five thirty and now, it was well past that time! Sophia - having been in the back - must have been out of sight of the gym owner and because the bathrooms were out of order, no one thought to check that hallway.

Sophia’s only option was to return to the bench press and exercise, waiting for the doors to unlock in the morning.

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Sonya Blade tucked and rolled for cover behind a massive boulder. The sharpshooter peeked behind her rocky hiding spot and aimed her glove. She pressed a button and a red laser fired from it. The laser blasted one of the enemies straight off of the cliffside.

Lasers flew in all directions. Screams mixed with the sounds of weapons rung in the air like the world’s largest sneeze. Pew pew pew pew.

Sonya Blade stuffed her hand deep inside her black jeans and moaned. Why did her damn belt have to be so tight over her biological need? After adjusting the accursed thing, Ms. Blade pulled a gun from her holster and squeezed her pussy one final time, shoving back the water she had with lunch.

Sonya Blade knew her target. The general of the enemy army. The fierce woman swung her braid behind her neck and leaped from her cover. Sonya charged across the battlefield dodging lasers and incoming attacks from enemies. All of the running, jumping, and maneuvering was like a series of abuse for her bladder.

Finally, the sharpshooter made her way to the opposite end of the battlefield. Before the enemy general could even react, Sonya held up her gun and fired him in the back of the head.

It was over. Without their general, the enemy unit fell apart. Soon a military helicopter arrived to pick up the heroes.

 

“Ms. Blade, once again, we owe the safety of the country to you,” the commander said, shouting to be heard over the helicopter blades. “If not for your quick actions, we would have… Say, are you okay, ma’am?”

Try as she might, Sonya was unable to keep from wiggling in her seat. She held her hands to her crotch and rocked back and forth on them. “I’m fine,” she lied. “You are quite welcome… Um… How long until we get home?”

“About an hour,” called the commander.

Sonya cursed in her head. She would have to distract herself if she had any hope of making it home. Sonya shut her eyes and began to count in her mind.

This strategy worked. Sonya focused on the numerical system and her mind slowly drifted away from her urgent business.

When Sonya reached number 627, one of her allies spoke up, pulling Sonya’s brain away from her numbers and back to reality.

“Ms. Blade,” said the ally. “Your uniform is covered in holes.”

It was true. During the battle, the enemy fired many lasers at Sonya. And while they were not powerful enough to take out the great Ms. Blade, they certainly did a number on her uniform. The upper piece anyway. Her pants were just fine, but her shirt looked like a piece of military swiss cheese.

Crossing her large, heavily armored legs tightly, Sonya said, “Yes, it is,” annoyed with this man for stating such an obvious fact.

“Do you wish to remove that piece of cloth?” asked the ally. “It must be uncomfortable to wear a holey uniform. Especially one that is still smoking from laser bullets.”

Sonya quickly patted out some of the smoke on one of the larger holes. “It is fine,” she insisted. “Besides, I fear I am not wearing anything underneath. Not even a bra. I shall change when we get back to base.”

“You don’t wear a bra?” the ally asked, excitement filling his eyes.

“Quite, Leon,” snapped Ms. Blade.

Ms. Blade attempted to resume her counting. But she was sick of listening to numbers roll around in her mind. Plus, now her need was too great to distract with simple math.

Looking over the edge of the helicopter, Ms. Blade cursed. They were cursing above a rather large body of water. Sonya could feel the very sight sting her eyes and burn her bladder. Her liquid waste made for the exit, but the tough sharp shooter clamped it off. If only she were alone, she would piss from the helicopter without a second thought. She would just stand at the edge, open her belt and fly, and let her rip, not caring where her liquid suffering landed on earth as long as it left her internal organs.

Sonya could feel herself about to leak just thinking of such a joyous thought. She quickly silenced her mind and squeezed her vulva through her jeans as tight as humanly possible, begging the helicopter would reach base soon.

 

After many more bursting moments, the helicopter finally touched down at the base. Sonya - not waiting for anyone else, not even bothering to say goodbye - leaped from the aircraft and sprinted across the lawn with her hands stuffed between her thick thighs.

Sonya’s pale skin was dripping with sweat, her braid slashed behind her like an angry snake’s tail, and the necklace she wore bounced up and down off of her breasts.

As she raced into the barracks, Sonya was already undoing her belt. Sonya tore off the metal contraption, her gadgets swaying from it like a wind chime. Just getting that small amount of pressure off was very satisfying for the sharpshooter. Sonya tossed the gadget onto a nearby bench and stripped off her holey shirt, allowing her boobs to hang free.

With the intention of going into the shower once her pee was complete, Sonya’s feet flew forward until she stood in front of a toilet along the row. Sonya tore open her fly with bear claws and ripped the flap as far open as it would go. After pulling her panties out of the way, Sonya gave a deep, heavy breath that shook her whole form as she finally let go and emptied her body’s waste into the bowl.

Sonya realized too late that she forgot to lift the seat. But she didn’t care. She just peed.

Another woman entered the barracks and stood on Sonya’s left, two toilets down. She too opened her fly. But this woman took the time to also lift the toilet seat. The woman began peeing. Her pee was even noisier than Sonya’s desperate one.

Sonya closed her eyes and steadied her breathing as she felt her stream break apart into two and three and splatter the rim of the toilet seat.

“Hey,” called the military lady. “If I may, why are you shirtless?”

“Gonna take a shower next,” Sonya said, with her eyes closed. This was true. Sonya just left out the part about her uniform being ruined as it did not concern this woman.

“I might as well,” said Sonya’s bathroom partner. “Man! Feels good to piss, doesn’t it?”

“You have no idea,” Sonya promised, holding her head back and allowing a cloud of relief to escape.

The sounds of gurgling grew heavy in the bathroom as the two women stopped their conversation and focused on draining their piss tanks. Eventually, the woman finished. She zipped and waved goodbye to Sonya. Sonya watched the woman make her way to the showers and noticed that she left the seat up. Sonya resumed her own peaceful urination. She could feel her boots grow heavy as she stood in this spot much longer than she expected.

Sonya remained there for so long, three women were able to enter, pee, and leave. At long last, the woman from before exited the showers and as she dried off, she cried, “Good god, woman, are you still pissing?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Jesus Crist, that is a big piss,” the woman exclaimed. “Well, enjoy yourself.”

The woman left and Sonya continued to blast piss all over the toilet seat. The water was now a deep yellow as Sonya fired wave after wave of piss into the pot. And just when Sonya thought her stream was dying, it sprang back up at full force. Sonya breathed out her annoyance. She always struggled with peeing for far too long.

After what felt like a century, Sonya shook the last dribbles of urine from her strong lady parts and gave her jeans a good zipping. Sonya then made her way to the shower, her breasts knocking into one another and her gun holster swishing to and fro as she went.

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Samantha kept one hand on the wheel. With her head tilted back, she used the other hand to hold her water bottle and dump hydration into her throat. Samantha gulped and swallowed wildly. The level of water slowly went down until only a few drops remained and they too fell from the plastic bottle and onto Samantha’s tongue. Samantha tossed the now empty bottle into the back of her truck. The plastic bottle landed alongside countless others. Samantha smacked her lips, refreshed. This Arizona heat sure did things to you. For one, it made one as thirsty as a panting canine eating peanut butter.

Samantha hummed along to the song on her radio. That’s when she felt a sudden twinge in her bladder. Samantha looked around. She was on the open road, driving along a rocky highway far out from civilization. Samantha knew the obvious solution and she was excited for it. But she didn’t wish to stop just yet. She was making great time. Even if she cut out searching for a rest stop, she wasn’t a big fan of stopping for anything when she was on a roll.

Samantha drove on, winding down the desert roads. She sang along with the radio. The summer sun was beating down. The air conditioner didn’t work too well in Samantha’s rusty old truck. The once mighty air conditioner now only blows enough air to power a whirligig. Samantha’s father had owned this truck for fifty years and now passed it onto his daughter. Lots of great memories in this old tinker.

Like the time Samantha and her parents and husband went on a long road trip just a couple years ago. Sadly, it had been her last road trip with her elderly father. Samantha had drank far too much soda and ended up filling up two entire beer bottles with piss. Her family was highly impressed. Samnantha sure has a knack for pissing. Speaking of, her urge was growing dire. But not dire enough to stop.

Samanatha would stop soon to let out the water giant. In the meantime, she cracked open another bottle of water and began to down it. The sun was blazing and Samantha’s throat was drying quickly. It was a loving feeling to hose down her windpipes with cool, refreshing H2O.

But all of this water drinking came with a price. Before Samantha knew it, she was dancing in her seat. And not because of the song on the radio. Samantha knew her bladder’s time was fast approaching. She had to use all the muscles in her body to hold back the flood brought on my hours and hours of binge drinking water. The heavily tanned girl needed relief now!

Samantha made to pull over on the side of the road. But before she had the chance, her phone buzzed with the alert of an incoming call.

“Fuck,” Samantha cursed. “What now?” She tapped a button on the truck and allowed the car to answer her phone for her. “Hello?” Samantha called into the truck’s speaker phone.

“Hello, Samantha?” asked the voice on the other end.

“This is Mr. Johnson with the Arizona museum,” the voice said. “I was just wondering when we can expect your delivery?”

“I’ve just entered the state,” Samantha replied. “I’m driving through the desert right now. I’d say about two and a half hours to go.”

“Excellent! What vehicle should we be expecting?” the curator wondered.

“Look for a rusty gray geep,” Samantha replied.

“Oh, you are not coming in a museum truck?” asked the curator.

“Hell no, this is my dad’s truck. I drive it everywhere in his honor,” Samantha said. “I… I lost him last year.”

“Oh, I am so sorry.”

“Yeah, well, he left this truck to me and I want to use it every chance I get.”

“Understandable. Okay, so we should see you in two and a half hours.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

“Bye.”

“Bye, bye.”

Samantha hung up and shivered from her urinary urgency. She clamped a hand over her groin and pulled over to the side of the road. According to the GPS, Samantha would be stuck in the desert for another ninety minutes. She was sick of this heat. Normally Samantha loved heat, but this was too much. Once the truck came to a halt on the side of the dusty road, in a desperate attempt to cool herself down, Samantha yanked off her shirt and tossed it into the back. No cars were around. She was all alone and would be for a majority of this trip. It was fine. Samantha also unclipped her bra and tossed that into the back as well. She noticed her bra left markings on her skin, making her boobs appear white while the rest of her skin was a rich tan. This was an impressive tan line, to be honest. Samantha could actually see the exact outline of her bra against the rest of her body. Samantha also thought of taking her shorts off, but decided to leave them on so she wasn’t driving completely naked.

Samantha adjusted her light green ‘Sassy’ cap and climbed from the vehicle. The bracelets on her wrist clattered against one another and her necklace became stuck between the fat of her breasts. Samantha found her nipples to be suddenly very hard and firm. But she couldn’t stress about that right now. Her bladder was currently creating far more stress than she needed.

Checking the time on her cell phone, it was currently 2:46.

As Samantha climbed from her truck, her combat boots kicked up twin trails of dust. Samantha could feel the blazing hot sun cause her breasts and six-pack abs to prickle with warmth. Why did Samantha volunteer to drive this dumb museum exhibit through the lifeless desert anyway?

Samantha stood beside her truck, her bare back pressed against the blazing metal. Samantha’s strong and muscular legs wobbled slightly as she did an urgent pee dance. Samantha opened the fly of her shorts and pulled her underwear aside.

At long last, Samantha was able to wet the sand, so to speak, and let the water drain from her body.

“Poa-huou,” Samantha gurgled as a heavy pluounck sound rang from below her. Samantha guided her stream between her legs and hosed down the yellow earth turning it brown with her body’s moisture.

Samantha heard the unmistakable sound of a car speed by behind her. She had no idea cars of any kind were out in the desert. She wondered if they saw her. Probably. But who cares, she’s a woman, she has a right to stand and piss. Samantha’s head fell back against the boiling hot metal truck and her tongue fell from her mouth, lapping up the dry desert air. Samantha pissed away her bladder’s strain and it was the most miraculous sensation of her life. Well, except for the time she filled up those two beer bottles with her family.

Samantha scratched the back of her noggin. She remained on the highway peeing and peeing. Samantha playfully used her pee to spell out every single letter of the alphabet. She then used her pee to hose down a few tiny patches of grass, hoping her urine would give them life. Still nowhere near being empty, Samantha used her pee to draw a picture of her father’;s truck in the sand. She whistled and hummed to pass the time. She breathed out her frustration at this lengthy pee and kept on urinating.

Samantha heard many more vehicles pass in the coming minutes. Samantha knew she drank a lot of water, but this was ridiculous. Just when she thought she was done, she quickly resumed her gush. The entire ground was so wet, you would think it was a swamp rather than a desert.

After many more pee filled minutes, Samantha’s bladder finally became as dry as the desert she stood in. Samantha at long last let out her final squirt then shook off and rezipped.

Once back in her truck, Samantha had to be careful not to hit her giant nude boobs on the wheel. It was now 3:13. Holy crap! That couldn’t be right… Well, there went an entire half hour. Samantha would have to call the curator and tell him she would be a half hour later than expected. Nah, screw it. She would get there when she gets there.

As she pulled away from the curb, Samantha spotted her stack of still full water bottles. The desert sun was still making her thirsty. Plus, after that extra long pee she just took, Samantha could certainly do with adding more fluid to her system. And so, Samantha grabbed the nearest water bottle and began chugging again only to restart this cycle again soon enough.

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Trish lay her body as close to the earth as possible. Her annoying breasts were pushing up against her face like squishy hippity hop balls. Her face was beaded with sweat which rolled down into her forest-green eyes. This same sweat plastered her brunette hair to her pale skin, covering her freckled face. Trish’s bladder was stretched to its limit, but she didn’t dare move, she didn’t dare hold herself. Still waiting six hours after drinking two gallons of water will do that to a person. Trish was more desperate than she ever thought she could be. She was moments from giving up for the day and taking a piss break.

Worst of all, she ended up taking her dumb boyfriend’s bag today. Now, she was stuck in his zipperless sweatpants. Not wanting to wear his fluffy pink tank top, she instead wore just her black sports bra in place of a shirt. She also had her knee pads to protect her sensitive knees from the hard ground and she wore her belt with a holster on the side. The huntress felt her six-pack kiss the dirt and her brown sneakers stood upright behind her. Her only source of shade was the camouflage cap she wore. Her muscles first clutched her gun, aiming at the empty meadow before her. Even with her bladder in a state as hard as her muscles, the huntress managed to stay still and stay quiet, waiting for her prey.

What made this even more difficult was the fact that Trish chose to wait for her prey by this passing river. Of course, she knew that the creatures of the forest must come here to drink. This would normally be considered the perfect spot to sit and wait for the hunt. But when your bladder is as full as Trish’s currently was, listening to those damn water noises is beyond painful. Trish wished she could squirm or at least cross her legs. She was holding back literal gallons and her sphincter was losing its patience, as was she. Six hours. Six hours and nothing!

It was her boyfriend’s clothes. They were the reason no prey was coming. The animals were able to see right through her. Whatever. Trish’s bladder couldn’t take this torture anymore. Just as she made to stand, she heard a rustling noise that clearly resembled grass being flattened by hooves. On cue, a doe appeared from the thicket. She stepped up to a flowing river and bowed her head.

The majestic beast began to lap up water. Each splishy splashy sound went straight to Trish’s bladder. She felt the cotton of her underwear get moist from a little leak she was unable to stop. Trish would have to do this fast… For her bladder’s sake.

Trish raised her gun to the creature’s heart and pulled the trigger.

One bullet, that’s all it took.

The she-deer fell to the ground in a pool of her own blood. She lay beautifully by the river, life draining from her eyes, she was hunted. Trish would collect her trophy in a moment. First, an even greater matter was attracting her attention.

Trish jumped to her sneakers, shuffling her gun into her holster. Her bladder was ready to cave in like a two week old jack-o-lantern.

Trish charged for the brush. Thanks to her boyfriend’s zipperless sweatpants, Trish would have to pull the whole thing down. Trish worked rapidly to undo her belt. The summer sun beat down on her skin. Trish wished she could just sweat out her piss. But no. Her piss would have to come out of her pussy and it needed out now.

Trish’s belt undone, she yanked down the sweats to her lower thighs and tugged her white underwear - spotted from her dribble - to the side, allowing her fat pussy lips to hang free. Trish used her free hand to grasp the area around her labia and guide them upwards just as a thick stream of pale yellow fluid emerged.

“OHH… Ahhhhhhh…” sighed the huntress. Her overwhelmed bladder finally drained, pushing all of the golden water past the urinary sphincter, down the pee tube, through the pee hole, and out of the labia. Trish aimed her stream into the grass and took much satisfaction from the hissing sound her rather noisy piss created.

Scratching her behind and smacking her lips with repose, Trish allowed herself to void urine away into the blades of greenery at her feet. This was by far the most relaxing feeling the huntress had ever felt. Even more relaxing than shooting her prey.

Trish aimlessly peed into the grass of the forest. The huntress just dropped the weight of her muscles and allowed her whole body to go into a state of mindfulness as the gallons of water she drank rushed forth from her pussy lips at supersonic speeds. Trish’s piss stream was so powerful, she would surely be done in no time. So she thought, that is.

Instead, Trish stood there until the sun moved from the upper half of the western sky all the way to the western horizon. Sunset came and with it a red, orange, and yellow sky. Trish’s stream finally stopped altogether. Then… Pissss came a second stream. Trish grunted, tiredly planting her heels up and down into the earth. Trish whistled, holding her head back, and moaned.

PIssssssss echoed her stream through the valley. Trish continued whistling to pass the time. She looked up at the trees, watching the nighttime birds flutter about. Trish’s stream finally ended. Then it started again.

Trish held her head down, angling her stream father away from her feet. “Come on, come on,” she muttered to herself. “Finish already…” Her stream stopped… Then came another one.

Trish remained there until the first darkness arrived when her beast of a bladder finally shriveled itself dry and unloaded. Looks like she would have to remove the doe’s head for her wall and head home right away. Trish finally shook off her still-wet minge and pulled up her pants. Redoing her belt, she stumbled over to her kill, ready to do what she had to do.

At least her bladder was now emptied. And the grass behind her was pushed to the ground with no hopes of surviving. The poor grass was overly hydrated after Trish’s mega piss.

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Yubi could feel the cold beer pushing past her cherry-colored lipstick. She slammed the empty glass down and wiped beer residue from her upper lip. “Bartender,” she called over the music. “Give me…” she paused, thinking. “Let’s try a margarita now.”

The bartender slid the drink her way. Yubi gulped down the drink in a total of three swallows. Her black four-inch heel boot was rapidly pounding against the floorboards. Yubi imagined her bladder having a sign that read, ‘Emergency! Emergency!’ How she had to pee! But Yubi held it. The ladies’ room was locked. A woman had locked herself in, in order to vomit out her night’s alcohol intake. Why this bar only had a single person’s bathroom, Yubi had no clue. She debated using the men’s, but she didn’t want to get caught. Besides, they didn’t have a urinal and urinals were the best part about peeing in public bathrooms, Yubi thought.

So, the large woman was forced to hold in her golden sea. The beer she had just drank was already making its way through her kidneys. It shouldn’t be long until she popped. Yubi could - and should just head home. But she didn’t want to leave just yet. She was determined to drink as much as possible before leaving.

Even if she did leave, Yubi lived far away and she was most certainly drunk. She would have to call an uber and that would take too long. Time her bladder no longer had. Yubi kept her eyes on the bathroom hallway, hoping and praying that bitch would come out soon. But no signs of anyone. Yubi may have to sneak into the men’s toilet. Her alcohol wasn’t going to wait until she found the ‘perfect’ toilet.

Yubi rested her massive breasts on the bar counter. Her boobs were so huge, they acted as bean bag chairs for Yubi’s head. Her silky black shimmered in the bar’s light. Yubi was very much aware of her nipples showing through her tight white shirt. She pulled her black leather jacket tighter around her and freed one of her nipple rings which had gotten caught on her top.

“Excuse me, sir,” Yubi called. “Is there another bathroom in this place? Some bitch is puking in the ladies’ room.”

The bartender - pouring a drink - looked up and frowned. “Sorry, miss, only that and the men’s room and I doubt you want to go in there.”

“I’m about to,” Yubi grumbled under her breath.

But apparently, the bartender had good hearing as he replied with a chuckle and said, “Probably cleaner than the ladies’ room though, huh?”

Yubi thought of the sloppy women’s room and how there was pee everywhere. She doubted the men’s room was that filthy anyway.

Yubi’s smooth skin was gleaming with sweat at the failing effort to hold in the flood. A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek and met up with the tiny mole. Her thin eyebrows were scrunched and her throat felt tighter than an unopened toothpaste tube. Yubi feared she wouldn’t even be able to leave. How on earth would she be able to call an uber and get home in time? Her body was in such terrible condition. Why did she wait so long?

“Hey, miss,” the bartender whispered as he cleaned a glass. Yubi opened her eyelids to look at the man with her sweaty, tear-filled eyes. “I shouldn’t do this,” he said. “But I can tell you are in a great deal of pain… In between the men's and women’s rooms, you will see a janitor’s closet. Go in there and you will find several buckets. Use them if you really can’t hold them. I’ll empty them after the bar closes.”

Yubi’s eyes welled with even more tears. But these were tears of gratitude and relief. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” the bargoer cried, crawling to her feet and shuffling down the hall.

“No worries,” called the bartender.

Yubi’s boobs bounced around, and her golf ball-sized nipples became erect, poking her shirt out farther. Yubi stumbled to the door the bartender told her about. She wasted no time in dashing inside and closing the door. As the door closed, the sounds of conversion and music were dulled to a faint cave-like echo. It was pitch black inside the closet, but Yubi quickly found a rope which she tugged and the light came on. Surrounding her were mountains of mops, brooms, and buckets. There were also shelves filled with every type of cleaning spray imaginable.

Just looking at the shiny metal buckets, Yubi knew her bladder could wait no more. Doing a dire dance, Yubi undid the fly of her jeans and pulled one of the buckets close. Holding the bucket below her crotch, Yubi - who was going commando - began to piss. The most relieving, noisy, steamy hot jet of urine came from her wrinkled vagina lips. Yubi, let out a deep-bellied huff of oxygen. Sweat dripped from her face down her neck, soaking her shirt and making her hard nipples even more noticeable.

Her jacket flaps fluttered on either side of her as she held the bucket and relieved herself. Yubi stuck two of her freshly painted red nails into her pussy and used them to aim her stream downwards into the pale. She watched as the bucket quickly filled up with urine. Already the bucket was a quarter of the way full. The urine level rose to halfway and then three-quarters. The bucket was incredibly heavy now. Yubi felt like she was about to drop it. But she fought with every muscle she had to hold the bucket high.

Ultimately, the bucket was full to the brim. Yubi, let out a grunt as she strained, eventually managing to close off her pee hole. She gently set the heavy, sloshing thing down on the floor, and snatched another bucket off the pile. Yubi was smarter with this bucket. She placed this bucket on the floor and peed into it like that, still using her fingers to guide the sloppy stream that was coming through her pants.

Yubi watched as her thick and messy urine stream landed in the bucket with the loudest slishhh noise and the pee began to rise. The urine was foamy. The top level of the stuff was completely covered in white bubbles. It smelled like beer. Yubi struggled to get her breathing under control.

She filled up the second half-gallon bucket. And then a third. Then a fourth, and a fifth, and a sixth, and even a seventh. Buckets filled with boiling piss gathered around the floor. Yubi would have to watch where she stepped or risk creating a golden tsunami. The pile of fresh buckets was getting small. Yubi sure hoped she would have enough. Jeez, her bladder was just never ending tonight!

Yubi was working on her eighth bucket when…

The door opened and the bartender stepped in. Yubi’s neck swung around. Her face went red. The bartender looked suddenly ill. He covered his eyes. “I… I’m sorry, ma’am,” he croaked. “I thought you left by now. The bar just closed. You’ve been gone for two hours, I figured…”

“Two hours?” cried Yubi. “No way I was pissin’ for two hours.”

“Afraid you were,” replied the bartender.

Apparently, this realization was all Yubi’s bladder needed to finally stop. Her pee stream ran dry and the eighth bucket remained only halfway full.

“It’s for the best anyway,” Yubi kept her back to the man and shook off her dripping crotch, and took joy in watching the urine lake ripple one last time as a number of pellets of pee fell into it... She then zipped and faced the bartender. “I felt guilty about making you handle my pee and this way I can help you dump them.”

So, Yubi and the bartender each took a sloshing bucket of Yubi’s still-steaming warm pee. Yubi went to the ladies’ room and he went to the gentlemen’s. They each dumped a bucket out into the toilet, one at a time. Once they were all done, Yubi again thanked the bartender and she left for the evening.

As Yubi waited for her uber, she promised herself never to drink that much again. And she certainly would never wait that long for a lavatory. Otherwise, she may again find herself in the position of getting the aid of a stranger and filling seven and a half buckets of pee over the course of two hours.

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23 hours ago, cathong said:

Err.. Can you explain the reasons behind the differences in this alternative reality from our reality?

It’s all about societal norms in this universe. While it makes zero sense logically, this is an alternative universe i.e. a universe very similar to our own, but slightly different.

While men and women have the same private parts we do, in this universe it is social accepted AND expected that women pee standing up and men sitting down. Again, makes zero sense logically, but it is just what this universe expects the sexes to act like.

In other words, a woman that sits is considered a whip in this universe and a man that stands is considered weird and bizarre.

Like how we expect men to enjoy video games and women make-up. It is just what this society tells men and women they should act like. While it may be wrong, it is just the way societies work. All societies have expectations, I’m afraid…

Hope this clears it up!

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There is a cyoc.net interactive story about women peeing standing up. 

One of the branch is that females are socially constructed to do so even with same anatomy as in our reality. However, in that alternative world, men can also peeing standing up, which makes more sense. 

In another branch, it is explaned by different anatomies. Women have their vulvas pointed towards front side instead to down side, so urine torrents would fly forward unless the woman intentionally bend her body. While a man's penis points down side, and it's too short to be directed forward when not erected, but too hard to be bent forward when erected. (In this case, male using cow"girl" position on female partner is the natural sexual position.)

20 hours ago, UrineLover1 said:

It’s all about societal norms in this universe. While it makes zero sense logically, this is an alternative universe i.e. a universe very similar to our own, but slightly different.

While men and women have the same private parts we do, in this universe it is social accepted AND expected that women pee standing up and men sitting down. Again, makes zero sense logically, but it is just what this universe expects the sexes to act like.

In other words, a woman that sits is considered a whip in this universe and a man that stands is considered weird and bizarre.

Like how we expect men to enjoy video games and women make-up. It is just what this society tells men and women they should act like. While it may be wrong, it is just the way societies work. All societies have expectations, I’m afraid…

Hope this clears it up!

There is a cyoc.net interactive story about women peeing standing up. 

One of the branch is that females are socially constructed to do so even with same anatomy as in our reality. However, in that alternative world, men can also peeing standing up, which makes more sense. 

In another branch, it is explaned by different anatomies. Women have their vulvas pointed towards front side instead to down side, so urine torrents would fly forward unless the woman intentionally bend her body. While a man's penis points down side, and it's too short to be directed forward when not erected, but too hard to be bent forward when erected. (In this case, male using cow"girl" position on female partner is the natural sexual position.)

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