Godly Desperation

[UrineLover1 823]

I am a huge fan of mythology, particularly Greek. So, I decided to write a story where some of the ancient Greek goddesses are desperate to urinate. There is a little talk of sex and obviously urine in this story. So do not read if you are uncomfortable. Hope you enjoy! 🙂

PS, this was a time before underwear was invented, so for story purposes, all of the characters in this story will be going commando. Enjoy!
 

 

 

 

 

Athena charged through the halls, her strong hands pressed tightly below her war skirt. Athena was simply overcome with joy that no one was around to witness her dilemma. The wisdom goddess would simply be humiliated beyond belief if anyone saw her like this. Athena also knew that several of the gods would like to see her like this!

Particularly gods like Hephestus, who she knew was deeply in love with her. There were also her rivals like Poseidon, Ares, and Aphrodite who would all get their sick kicks from seeing Athena like this. But no one was around now, and Athena was relieved. Speaking of relief…

The wisdom goddess’ sandals slapped the floor repetitively as her strong yet shaky legs led her closer and closer to the restrooms of Mount Olympus.

As she ran, Athena cursed herself. She is the wisdom goddess! Why on earth did she have so many drinks! She blamed Dionysus! The guy threw such excellent parties that even the most strict, work oriented gods could not help but relax. Athena had over two barrels of wine. That would kill a mortal! But Athena was a divine goddess. She was above the mortals. Their rules of living did not apply to her. Likewise, it is the only reason Athena has managed to contain this much alcohol for so long.

Athena - being an immortal, all powerful Greek goddess - was able to hold back tremendous amounts of liquid. The gods - while they do urinate like mortals - are able to hold nearly one thousand times as much and for a thousand times as long. With that said, even gods do have their limits, just as the mortals do. And Athena was nearing hers.

Not only did these two barrels of wine make Athena’s bladder ache with desperation, however, the wisdom goddess has not visited the facilities in over two weeks. Athena has been far too busy leading her armies to victory and giving men wisdom when they needed it the most.

Last night, Athena had been ready to use the washroom, but she heard from Hermes that the hero, Perseus, was in dire need of assistance. Perseus was on a quest to slay the monster, Medusa, the very monster Athena, herself created. Perseus had the location of the gorgon’s lair as well as a magical sack to stuff her head in and winged shoes (both gifts of Hermes). Athena had decided to put her bladder’s needs aside and she went down to earth to give the hero a hand in his journey. Athena presented Perseus with a sharp sword to slice off Medusa’s head as well as a crystal clear shield to look at Medusa in, as a way of not looking at the monster directly.

After Athena and Perseus parted ways and Athena returned home, she was too exhausted to use the restroom and instead went to bed. In the morning, Athena’s urge was worse than it has been in centuries! The wisdom goddess could not remember the last time she strayed so far from a restroom visit. But, she reluctantly did her daily work and in the evening, attended Dionysus’ celebration.

At long last, Athena spotted the restroom. But the sight that awaited Athena made the wisdom goddess ready to break down into tears. Before the doorway to the goddess’ room, there was a long line.

Standing in front of the line was Hera. Hera kept her legs tightly crossed and was bent over with her back erect. Hera kept one hand wedged far up her dress and she used the other to relentlessly bang on the bathroom door.

Next in line was Aphrodite. Aphrodite was busy dancing all over the place. The love goddess kept her knee together and was constantly bouncing on her heels. She was grabbing herself, but she looked like she desperately wanted to.

Behind Aphrodite was Demeter. The desperate goddess of agriculture kept her scythe wedged between her legs as a way to hold, and was constantly bouncing up and down. How Demeter didn’t stab herself with her own weapon, Athena had no idea.

Behind Demeter was Artemis. Artemis kept her legs crossed and was shuffling from foot to foot. Artemis grabbed at the crotch of her robes rather often, the silver charms on her wrists clattering as she moved her hand around. The quiver of arrows on the moon goddess’ back were quite literally quivering from all of her movements.

Behind Artemis was Hestia. The goddess of the hearth was kneeling on the floor, her hands wedged so far into her robes, they appeared to have vanished. Hestia’s eyes were shut and tears were streaming down her face. Her whole body trembled from the pain of a full bladder.

The final goddess in line was Persephone. The flower goddess kept her legs crossed and her toes pointed outwards. Her hands were busy fiddling with a necklace of pomegranate seeds around her neck as a way to distract herself from her urgent need of release.

Athena took her place in line behind Persephone. Six other goddesses were in line! Six? Athena was number seventh to relieve herself? But from the looks of things, all of these other goddesses were in similar situations to Athena. Given how large and strong a god’s bladder is, it was rare to see one desperate god in any given place. Let alone seven!

“What is the hold up?” Athena snapped, bouncing like a ball. “I must attend to my biological needs!”

“Yeah,” Persephone growled, tapping her toes against the floor. “We all do!”

“Eris is in there,” Demeter glanced back at Athena. “She is all pissed that we didn’t invite her to this party and so she sealed herself in the bathroom so we can’t get in.”

This was one of the stupidest things Athena has ever heard of. And she has Ares for a brother! “This is not our party, it is Dionysus’,” Athena snapped. “He refused to invite her and truthfully, I do not blame him in the slightest!”

“Okay, Eris, you made your point,” Hera banged on the door harder. “Now let us in!”

No response. Eris was so petty! Athena would not be surprised if someday Eris decided to start a war in retaliation for being excluded from events like this.

“OPEN UP ERIS!” Hera bellowed, rambing on the door with her fist.

“There are no other bathrooms available?” Athena snapped.

“Poseidon got upset about something earlier,” Aphrodite explained. “And he accidentally caused all of the other bathrooms to flood.”

Of course he did! Athena would kill that sea god later. Right now… She needed to pee!

“Wait a moment,” Athena said. “We are goddesses! We have powers! Why not just bust in?”

“Hephestus made these walls and these doors so indestructible that they don’t even break under the influence of our powers,” Hera explained.

“And a good thing too,” Artemis admitted. “Imagine if the gods could destroy these walls? Mount Olympus would go down so fast!”

Athena knew she was right. If the gods had the ability to destroy Mount Olympus… They would. Not intentionally, of course. But the gods as a race have a tendency to be quite destructive, even when they don’t mean to be.

Hestia continued to sob loudly on the floor, squeezing herself and grunting. “Guys… I can’t hold much longer…” Hestia moaned. “I have a tiny bladder…”

“Yeah, but you mean a tiny bladder for a god right?” Artemis marched in place while gripping her nether regions.

“Well… Yeah…” Hestia said.

“So, your bladder is smaller than the rest of us, sure, but it is still larger than mortals!” Artemis pointed out. “It will be okay.”

“Just try and keep holding, Hestia,” Demeter encouraged her sister.

“GET OUT ERIS!” Hera hammered on the door. “THERE ARE ABOUT TO BE ACCIDENTS OUT HERE!”

Hestia sobbed. “I… I can’t last much longer…”

Something suddenly clicked into Athena’s mind. “Why are you guys so desperate to go anyway? We have godly bladders! Why the urgency?”

“Same as you,” Aphrodite replied. “None of us have pissed in days! I was too busy jumping around from lover to lover.”

“Gross,” Artemis made a gagging noise. “No one wants to hear that!”

“Well, unlike you Aphrodite,” Demeter scowled. “I have been doing some real work! The crops don’t grow themselves you know!”

“And I’ve been busy hunting with my girls in the wilderness,” Artemis said. “We took down many beasts.”

“I have been so busy giving countless heroes wisdom, I have forsaken my bladder for quite some time,” Athena mentioned.

“Same,” Persephone moaned, holding one leg up to her crotch. “Queen of the Underworld is a full time job, you know.”

“Are you still with Death Breath?” Demeter mocked, ahead in line.

“Mother!” Persephone wailed. “His name is Hades! And he is the god I love! He treats me well!”

“Blah, blah, blah,” Demeter used her hand to indicate her daughter was speaking too much by rapidly moving her fingers up and down from her thumb.

Persephone rolled her eyes. “Whatever, I am far too desperate to argue with you right now. Speaking of, mind if I cut in line? It is getting extra urgent!”

“No!” Aphrodite snapped.

“Wait your turn,” Artemis growled.

“And anyway,” Demeter said. “If anyone has a right to cut in line, it is Hestia!”

But Hestia being so kind and sweet, even while shaking and sweating, she shook her head and simply said, “No, I’m okay. I can wait… I think… I hope… Maybe not… I have to go…”

“Just try and hold a little bit longer, Hestia,” Artemis moaned.

“ERIS, GET OUT!!” Hera bellowed, her fist a blur of light as it smashed against the marble door at full force. “AS YOUR QUEEN AND YOUR MOTHER, I COMMAND YOU TO OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!!!” Hera’s voice was so loud that it rocketed across the halls of Olympus. Hera’s booming queenly roar was so powerful that it sent shockwaves into the bladders of all the desperate goddesses.

“Move,” Aphrodite angrily pushed Hera aside and began lightly knocking on the door. “Eris,” Aphrodite shifted her weight, her hand wedged in between her thighs. Aphrodite’s dress was lifted up, showing the goddesses behind her, her lovely buttocks. But knowing Aphrodite, she wouldn’t have been all that upset with this outcome. “Eris,” Aphrodite moaned again.

“If you come out and let us in, I shall present you with the most handsome man in all of Greece!”

“That is never going to…” Hera began.

The door cracked open ever so slightly. The face of discord was hidden underneath its shadows. “How handsome?” Eris asked.

“The handsomest lad you have ever laid your eyes upon,” Aphrodite promised.

Eris stared to the ground, thinking long and hard. She finally looked up and replied, “I don’t do serious relationships, men have a tendency to hate me.”

“Okay, a one-time fling! I can do that!” Aphrodite said.

“Nah, I was thinking more… A friend with benefits,” Eris said.

“Done and done,” Aphrodite said, waddling in place, hands pressed as far up against her vulva as they could go.

“But make him assertive,” Eris said. “I don’t do push overs either.”

“Assertive friend with benefits,” Aphrodite said through grit teeth. “Anything else?”

Eris thought. “I want him to be into strange stuff. Normal sex is boring to me.”

“Assertive friend with benefits, strange sex stuff,” Aphrodite let out a desperate wail as she fought down the strongest wave of desperation yet. “Anything else?”

Eris though. “I think that should about do it. Oh, and make sure he hates you guys as much as I do!”

“Yes, yes, and yes!” Aphrodite wailed. “Now MOVE!!!”

“Come on, Eris,” Artemis moaned.

“Get out of the way!” Persephone cried.

“I’m going to pee!” Demeter shouted.

“Leave now, Eris, please…” Athena begged.

“Fine,” Eris flew the door open and walked off.

Hera faced Aphrodite, bewilderment across her face. “Seriously?”

Aphrodite shrugged. “The power of love… Or in this case meaningless sex… Conquers all!”

“And you couldn’t have done that half an hour ago!” Hera snapped.

“WHO CARES! LET US PEE!” Artemis shouted.

Hera and Aphrodite, still facing one another, turned and shoved past one another, crawling over each other, clawing at each other’s side, fighting and fighting to be the first one into the open bathroom.

“It is because of me that Eris came out,” Aphrodite snapped.

“I don’t care!” Hera shouted. “I have to pee! Besides, I was here first!”

“Too bad, so sad!” The love goddess retorted.

Eventually, Aphrodite pushed past Hera and slammed the door shut.

“Damn it, Aphrodite!” Hera wailed, returning her hands to their position in between her legs. Hera bounced and squirmed, her swollen bladder hurt against her ribs. Hera wanted to destroy something. How dare Eris keep them waiting for so long! How dare Aphrodite cut in front of her in line! She was the queen of Olympus. Did no one care about her bladder’s needs?

The downside to having godly bladders, was that the gods and goddesses had a tendency to take extra-long bathroom breaks. Especially if they have been holding for a long time. That is why gods take few bathroom breaks in the first place! Gods know that their bladders are extra-large and that makes them pee for a long time. So, gods will often put it off, so they don’t have to abandon their work for several minutes. But again, the problem there is the longer they wait, the longer they pee.

The good news was that the original problem was solved, and Eris was now out of the rest room. The bad news, however, was that their situation was only half over. The goddesses all knew full well that this line would move extra slowly. And given how long the goddesses have waited to pee, they may be stuck in this line for hours while each and every one of them takes their turn at draining her massive bladder.

And they were right to be worried. Ten long minutes passed by and still no Aphrodite.

Hera ramed on the door again. “Hey, Aphrodite! Get out! You fall in?”

“I’ve been holding since last week!” Aphrodite shouted from the other side of the door.

“And I’ve been holding for two!” Athena snapped. “And here I am at the back of the line with gallons and gallons of water, wine, beer, and milk all swirling inside. Now get out, Love Girl!”

“Please…” Hestia moaned on the floor.

“I’m gonna need a few,” Aphrodite said. “Keep your toga on out there!”

“We have already given you ten!” Demeter snapped. “Ten long minutes! Now get out!”

“And our togas need to come off right now so we can piss!” Artemis shouted. Artemis squatted down slightly, pressed her knees closer together. “Times like this, I wish I was mortal,” Artemis moaned.

The others looked at the moon goddess in supreme confusion.

“The mortals have tiny bladders…” Hera said. “Even smaller than Hestia, sorry Hestia… Why would you wish to be one of them?”

“While it is true the mortals have tiny bladders,” Artemis explained. “Mortals have public latrines. They have long benches with holes in them. These places are so large that they allow a great number of mortals to alleviate their needs.”

“Really?” Hera asked in shock.

“How many is a great number?” Demeter wondered.

“Usually about twenty some mortals,” Artemis said. The other goddesses gasped and awed at the moon goddess’ words. As the goddess of the hunt, Artemis spent more time on earth than pretty much any other god or goddess. So naturally, Artemis knew things about the mortal world that the other goddesses didn’t.

“Why don’t we have that?” Athena demanded.

“Well, the thing with public latrines is,” Artemis went on. “Well… They are public! This is absolutely no privacy. Everyone will watch you pee and or defecate. Public latrines are used by the general public. That is to say, royalty like kings, queens, princes, and princesses have private toilet chambers inside their home. The public latrine is for the public to use.”

“Well, we gods are the utmost royalty!” Athena said. The others all muttered in agreement.

“Plus, I can’t pee with others watching. Not even my husband,” Persephone crossed her legs in front of her, and in doing so almost fell over. She managed to steady her footing. “I have a ridiculously shy bladder,” the queen of the underworld stated.

“I’m sure you could pee in front of me,” Demeter said, bending over and squeezed her knees with her fists. “I am your mother.”

“I can’t go in front of anyone! That includes you!” Persephone cried.

Demeter looked ready to argue.

Hestia jumped in and quickly said, “May we please not talk about this…” Hestia rolled her legs over so she was sitting entirely on the ground. Hestia hugged her knees to her crotch. The goddess of the hearth was sweating bullets. Hestia’s face resembled a gladiator. It was all twisted and sweaty as if she had just finished running a mile or fighting a giant.

“Hestia is correct,” Athena grabbed herself under her skirt, not caring who saw. “Talking about this will only make our current need worsen.”

And so silence fell over the goddess bathroom line.

Soon, the queen of Olympus once again lost her patience and began banging on the door, shouting at the love goddess to exit so she may enter. A moment later, the door opened. And there stood Aphrodite. Aphrodite smiled sweetly, looking a whole lot healer than when she had entered the bathroom. Aphrodite looked relieved and at peace with the world. Athena noticed something else.

“Aphrodite… were you wearing make-up before entering the restroom?”

“Huh? Oh, no,” the love goddess replied. “I applied it while I was there.”

“YOU SPENT TIME ON YOUR MAKE-UP WHILE WE WERE BURSTING TO PISS!!!” Hera bellowed with absolute rage.

“I also did my hair,” Aphrodite flipped her strawberry blonde hair. “You ladies like?”

Hera’s face was twisted in rage. Hera chewed her lip, her eyes large, her features bent and out of shape. Hera kept her hands in her crotch and kept stumbling around as if she were a drunk mortal. Hera bellowed a fit of curses at Aphrodite for keeping them waiting while she did her hair and make-up.

“Hera! Just please pee and be done with it!” Hestia shouted, desperation creeping along the edges of the hearth goddess’ voice. Hestia is by far the most peaceful of the Olympians. Hearing Hestia yell is as rare as a blue moon. But that just means when Hestia does yell, the rest of the gods take her seriously.

Hera eyed her elder sister with sorrow. Hera may have a temper, but she, just like everyone else, hated seeing Hestia unhappy. Hera was almost tempted to let Hestia cut in front of her, but Hera would not give the satisfaction to Hestia nor anyone else of knowing she would put them above herself. Hera was a queen after all! She had to act like it!

Hera instead simply eyed Aphrodite with a ‘I’ll deal with you later’ look, Hera then faced the open bathroom, shouted, “Time to take a piss fit for a queen!” And Hera charged into the bathroom, slamming the metal door behind her.

Aphrodite smiled at the others, wished them luck, and then walked off.

Artemis looked behind her shoulder at a struggling Hestia. “You can cut in front of me, Hestia,” Artemis said. “I can wait.”

“Yeah, me too,” Demeter said.

But once again, the kind hearth goddess would not disadvantage others for her own needs. “I am okay,” Hestia lied. “Trust me, I can wait.”

“I’m not sure if you can,” Artemis admitted, eyeing Hestia struggling. “You can cut, Hestia, it is okay, really.”

“No, no, I shall wait my turn,” Hestia said. Hestia said this, but the fullness inside her bladder was saying otherwise. Hestia felt her sphincter fail her, just for a split second. Hestia felt warmth roll down her legs and soak the insides of her robes. Moaning, Hestia squeezed herself extra tightly. She would not like her family to know how urgent her need truly was. Hestia was all about family. Family always has, did, and always will come first in her mind. If anything, Hestia should step out of line and allow Persephone and Athena to take their much needed relief before her. And any other day, Hestia would have as well. But truthfully, Hestia may not make it until Demeter and artemis are done, let alone Persephone and Athena too. But she had to try. But Hestai felt her tiny bladder shrivel. Her sphincter had grown tired in the days Hestia refused to empty her bladder.

Hestia felt as if her urinary sphincter was the titan Atlas, forced to hold up the entire weight of the sky and keep it from crushing the world. For the first time since Atlas was punished in the events following the Titanomachy - war between the gods and the titans - Hestia had sympathy for poor Atlas. Was this how the poor titan always felt? Having to hold up the pressure of the entire sky single handedly, knowing if he faulted, even for a second, he would be the first to be crushed under the sky’s massive weight. This realization was enough to almost make Hestia want to free the titan from his imprisonment. But she also knew how sinister he was. He had served as her father, Kronos’ right hand man in the war.
Hestia suddenly had another thought… Kronos, her father… He ate his children. As soon as they were born, Kronos ingested Hestia along with her sisters, Demeter and Hera as well as her brothers, Hades and Poseidon. (Zeus got away, but that’s another story). But Hestia suddenly realized… When a mother is expecting her child, she has to pee a lot and very urgently. Did Hestia’s father go through the same thing? Having five godly children inside his stomach surely had its consequences. Maybe Kronos developed bladder problems in that time. The stomach may be relatively far away from the bladder, but having five gods press down on your stomach may have also affected other organs like the intestines, lungs… The bladder.

Hestia silently cursed herself. Here she was yelling at her family for talking about the restroom, and she was doing the exact same. Hestia just needed to relax and try to focus on something else. Yet, no matter where the hearth goddess’ mind went, her thoughts always returned to her bladder.

 

Hera sure was taking her sweet time in the goddess’ room.

Aside from poor small bladdered Hestia, Artemis had it the far worse. Artemis would not tell the others about this - partly due to the fact it was unladylike to speak of her urge but also, she did not want them thinking she was weak - but the fact of the matter was, Artemis was holding more liquids than any other goddess in this line.

Just last week, Artemis’ hunters asked the moon goddess to engage in a water drinking contest with them. Artemis was happy to comply. Artemis originally assumed it would be a contest where they all drank at once. But she came to learn that it would be one on one. The winner of each contest would go on and challenge another hunter until they won.

And so, Artemis - being an all powerful goddess - was easily able to drink more than any other hunter in her ranks. Artemis gulped down an entire barrel of water before her competitors were even able to take a sip. And after Artemis beat each huntress, she challenged another and another and another. Artemis - having won the contest - was forced to drink against each hunter. Needless to say, she became desperate for relief quickly. Artemis spent the next week always trying, but failing to take that relief. It was always something! A huntress needed her, a monster attacked, a woman claimed her children were more attractive than her and her brother… Being the goddess of the hunt and moon is a lot of work! Artemis did not have time to engage in a silly thing like relieve her bladder. Artemis has always found that very concept ridiculous! Especially for a goddess! She should have no need to alleviate herself like the mortals do. It is a waste of time! When Prometheus sculpted humans, he clearly gave them a lot of strange features. Like a need to pee. Why not allow them to use all the liquid they drink? Wouldn't that have been more efficient? No wonder Zeus chained up Prometheus with an eagle to peek out his liver once daily.

Bottom line, Artemis has drunk down several barrels of water and has not peed in a week! While peeing may be a ridiculous concept, it is currently a very urgent one to Artemis. How artemis regreted coming to this party! But she knew she had to. Dionysus threw this party in the first place to cheer up his wife, Ariadna. It has been five years today that Ariadna’s first love, Theseus broke up with her and abandoned her on a deserted island. Artemis had become good friends with Ariadna and wanted to help cheer her up. Still, Artemis wished she had the chance to pee before returning to Olympus.

Hera has been busy in the restroom for a long time now. Again, not uncommon for a god to take an extended period of time in the restroom after a long hold and many drinks. But having to wait on the opposite side of the door was infuriating!

“How long has she been in there?’ Demeter stood on one leg, the other laced tightly around the first.

“I don’t know,” Athena bent over, grabbing at her lady parts with all of her might.

“If she is doing her make-up too, I am going to kill her!” Persephone snapped.

“You can’t kill a goddess,” Athena warned. “Especially the queen of Olympus.”

“A figure of speech, Owl Head,” Persephone shot back.

“Watch it, Pomegranate Seed!” Athena countered.

“Oh, go turn a girl into a spider!” Persephone snapped.

“She had it coming, she challenged me!”

“I know, no one should ever challenge Granny to a knitting contest!”

Athena’s mouth dropped, anger bubbling on her skit. “It was a waving content!”

“What in Tartarus’ name is the difference?” The queen of the underworld spat.

“Well, at least I don’t eat the first piece of food I see! Especially in the underworld! Have you no control?”

“Have you no husband?”

Athena leapt back in alarm. “That is a personal choice! And if I did have a husband, I certainly would not settle for the king of the dead!”

“Told you,” Demeter called from the front of the line.

“Hades treats me well,” Persephone snapped. “The guy quite literally bent the laws of nature and grew flowers in the underworld just for me!”

“Oh…” Athena began her retaliation, but Hestia jumped in once more.

“Please stop you guys,” Hestia cried. “I am in so much pain! My bladder feels like it is about to burst! I do not wish to listen to your fighting along with that!”

“Sorry, Hestia,” Athena apologized.

“Yeah, sorry,” Persephone agreed.

Demeter reached down and squeezed herself, causing her grass colored dress to bunch up under her. “I desperately need to water the crops, if you know what I mean,” Demeter managed.

“Yeah, we all do,” Athena hissed.

“Come on, Hera…” Hestia moaned, tears flooding her eyes as her hands grew tired at her genitalia and her knees trembled with numbness.

Moments passed. Still no Hera.

Demeter leaned on her scythe, her hands wedged in between her thighs. Demeter swayed on her feet similar to a flower in the breeze. Artemis was leaning her back against the wall while keeping her hands firmly under her skirt. Artemis’ legs trembled as if they could no longer hold her weight. Hestia lay in a fetal position on the ground, hands deep in crotch, moaning and sobbing from extreme pain. Persephone had abandoned trying to distract herself with her necklace and was now simply grabbing hold of herself while hopping front foot to foot, keeping her knees closed tightly together. Athena, meanwhile, had her legs wrapped with her toes pointed to the sky. Athena held her hands on the top of her legs, and squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to visualize herself somewhere else.

Finally, Artemis began tapping her foot against the ground at a rapid pace. She kept her arms to her side, holding herself with just her sphincter muscles. Athemis’ breathing was heavy. Artemis drank way too much water and she felt the first trickle make its way out. Artemis was well aware of a little bit of her pee rolling down her legs and falling to the marble floor. “I can’t take this anymore!” Artemis’ hands shot into her crotch and she turned and began waddling away.

“Where are you going?” Athena demanded.

“Down to earth!” Artemis shouted.

“Why?” Persephone demanded.

“Why do you think? To pee!” Artemis cried. The goddesses still looked confused. “I am going to the forest to pee in nature!” Artemis shouted.

The others looked disgusted.

“Have you no shame?” Athena cried.

“My shame is this close to rolling down my leg!” Artemis held up a finger and thumb only centimeters away. “Anyone care to join me? Hestia? You look desperate.”

“I…” Hestia noticed the other goddesses staring at her. Under normal circumstances, Hestia would have gladly taken this offer. But she again feared what her family would think. ‘“I’m okay here,” Hestia promised.

“Fine,” before the group of desperate goddesses, Artemis shapeshifted into a bright blue eagle. The blue eagle took flight and flew off of Olympus, down to the mortal world to get her huntress’ bursting bladder some relief.

 

A few moments after Artemis fled, the bathroom door opened, and Demeter went rushing in. “I have to piss like a mule on the racetrack!” Demeter wailed, slamming the door.

“Took you long enough,” Athena snapped.

“Don’t push me Weavier,” Hera warned. “Where is Artemis?’

“Went down to earth to pee,” Persephone caught Hera up.

“That is disgusting!” Hera bellowed. “What is wrong with her?”

“She had to pee, and Artemis - unlike us - is outdoorsy. I’ll bet she does this all the time,” Hestia told the others, excusing Artemis’ actions.

Hera just rolled her eyes and left.

“And then there were three,” Persephone narrated.

 

Persephone was correct. While Demeter took her relief, this left three ancient Greek goddesses outside the door, struggling to stay dry.

Hestia sat in front of the door, desperately staring at it like a puppy waiting to be let out. Hestia sat upright with her knees to her chest and her body shaking with urge. Persephone stood directly behind Hestia. Persephone spent her desperate moments crossing her legs in front of each other and moving them back. Persephone’s legs took turns being the dominant leg to hold back the ever growing flood inside the queen on the underworld’s bladder. This left Athena at the end of the line grabbing at herself and bunching up her scarlet war skirt.

“Damn, I need to piss…” Persephone said under her breath.

“Come on, Demeter,” Hestia whimpered, begging the door to open as she rocked back and forth on her butt.

Hestia refused to acknowledge the bulge that was rapidly growing from her stomach. Hetsia’s bladder was bulged out so far, she had no idea how she could possibly stand back up. Hestia’s whole body hurt. Her bladder quaked with anticipation, knowing she was next in line to empty herself. Hestia knew the upcoming relief would feel so good! just thinking about it caused another squirt to exit Hestia’s pee hole and dampen the insides of her robes once more. Hestia could no longer wait! She felt herself on the edge. Hestia just needed to pee. Was that too much to ask! Hestia’s body wanted her to pee, however. And her immortal body would accomplish this task with or without Hestia’s input on the matter. Hestia felt a sharp squirt escape. She cursed in ancient Greek, something she only does under extreme situations. Hestia managed to shut off her stream. But another erupted from her. Hestia felt her robes get soaked as hot liquid forced its way out of her supposedly all powerful sphincter.

The next thing Hestia knew, she was sitting on the floor, so close to relief, and her bladder was draining. Hestia held her head in her lap and wailed in misery, humiliation, and pain. Hestia’s bladder slowly deflated from her belly. Hestia moaned. Hestia began bawling as her godly bladder involuntarily drained.

“Oh, Hestia,” Persephone said, concern in her voice.

Just like it takes gods several minutes to relieve themselves in the restroom, the same can be said for involuntary wetting themselves. Although, to be fair, it was incredibly rare for a god to wet themselves. Their bladders were extra powerful. But even gods have limits. And Hestia’s bladder went far past that limit.

The thing was, not only are gods and goddesses’ bladders able to last a long time without being drained, they can hold a lot of golden liquid! Even the smaller bladdered gods like Hestia. Hestia’s bladder may be tiny compared to the rest of Olympus, but it was still ten times the size of any mortal bladder on earth. Hestia was able to hold a massive amount of liquids at bay. But after a certain point, even godly bladders give out. And Hestia’s just did. Hestia involuntarily lost the gallons of liquid waste her bladder had been storing. And all those gallons of urine soaked straight through Hestia’s robes and made their new home on the marble floor of Olympus. Hestia’s puddle grew at an alarming rate. After only a few seconds of hiss, the puddle was already twenty feet wide and increasing in size as well as depth.

To make this situation even worse, Athena and Persephone were forced to watch as Hestia’s white robes grew darker and darker. The puddle below Hestia grew outwards from her, extending far past the epicenter of Hestia’s leak.

This was particularly worse for Persephone who ended up getting the blunt of Hestia’s urine attack. Persephone’s feet were soaked in Hestia’s warm liquids. Persephone noticed that Hestia’s urine was burning hot. The puddle was like standing in fire. That did make sense given the fact Hestia was the goddess of fire places! Still, Hestia’s piss was hot! Persephone hoped she didn’t have an infection from holding so long. (If gods can even get those!) Persephone chose a bad day to go barefoot!

Persephone and Athena quickly backed up, allowing the puddle around Hestia to grow to rapid size as Hestia’s godly bladder had enough and emptied all over the place.

Persephone hated watching Hestia pee. Not only was it heartbreaking to see such an awful fate befall such a kind goddess. But moreover, listening to that hiss, standing so close to the explosion of urine, it triggered a need deep inside Persephone. Persephone’s urge had been great before. But now, it was unbearable! Just watching Hestia pee herself made Persephone want to. Persephone remembered all of that pomegranate juice she drank earlier. Liters upon liters of it. Persephone drank so much juice and her kidneys had finished fileting it all days ago! Persephone’s juice/urine had been stored comfortably in her bladder for several days. But now, the urge was no longer comfortable. It was urgent! Persephone’s bladder needed to let all of that juice escape! Persephone crossed her legs and doubled over. She had to pull it together. She didn’t want to make Hestia feel worse and know what awful effects her explosion of pee created for her comrades. Persephone felt a large bang of urine smash against her sphincter. Persephone’s sphincter rattled worse than Cerberus when his three heads got into a fight. Persephone felt all the pressure inside her bladder move downwards to her vagina area. Persephone wasn’t going to leak yet, but she was extra close. She no longer even felt the pressure in her pelvis. She felt it entirely in her vagina. She hoped that was normal and not a sign of something worse. (Again, gods probably can’t get infections like humans can… Probably… Persephone might want to see Apollo (god of healing) later just to be sure).

Hestia sat there for what felt like an eternity and just peed. The hearth goddess had tried a few times to stop her flow. She was peeing for so long that surely she could manage to stop herself from going farther. But sadly, her sphincter was just too weak. As was her bladder and her urethra. Hestia could not hold again for the immortal life of her!

Eventually, the bathroom door opened and the grain goddess emerged. Demeter’s face fell upon seeing her older sister soak her robes. “Oh, Hestia,” Demeter said in a muted tone. “Are you okay?” Demeter bent down to check on her sister who just sat there weeping and urinating.

Persephone, hand sin crotch, looked back at Athena. “I… Umm… I’m gonna pee…”

“Yeah, go,” Athena moaned.

“Take care of her,” Persephone asked, eyeing Hestia.

Athena nodded. She gave Persephone a look that told her she was sorry for their earlier argument. Persephone responded with the exact same look.

Persephone waded through Hestia’s massive puddle. Persephone hated to do it. Especially barefoot. But it was the only way to the bathroom which the queen of the underworld needed more than ever right now! And so, Persephone pushed on and immersed her lower half into Hestia’s flood. Persephone’s feet were soaked in Hestia’s puddle. Hestia’s godly bladder peed so much, that Persephone quite literally kicked up tiny waves of urine. Hestia's puddle splashed and sloshed all over the floor. It was an actual flood! And Hestia’s bladder still had more to drain.

After finally making it across Hestia’s small golden ocean, Persephone’s feet were soaked and the bottom of her dress was doused in wet, warm pee. Legs stitched together, Persephone then stepped into the washroom and closed the door.

Hestia finished peeing herself a moment later. Athena noted that Hestia’s pee was the color of nectar, the drink of the gods. And judging from the odor, this was indeed a nectar pee.

Demeter had the same thoughts. “Too much nectar is all,’ Demeter said sweetly, helping Hestia to her feet. Hestia was still tearing up. She had stopped sweating and her bladder bulge was gone. But her robes were ruined as was her dignity. “You should have gone before me,” Demeter said. Hestia just sniveled in response. “But I get it,” Demeter went on. “You were just being a good big sister. And now it’s my turn to be a good younger sister,” Demeter firmly placed her arm around Hestia.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Demeter said. “Do not worry about the mess. I shall ask the cyclopes to clean this mess up.”

“Hey, Hestia,” Athena said. Hestia slowly looked up. Her face was red with humiliation. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Athena said.

“These things happen.” The truth was, had this been anyone else, Athena would be the first to snap at them and tell them how disgusting they were no matter how desperate they had been. And Athena and Hestia both knew this. But no one can possibly judge or make fun of Hestia. And Athena was no exception.

Hestia just nodded weakly and then allowed herself to be escorted away by Demeter.

 

This left Athena, the only goddess left, still craving to place her backside down on the nearest toilet. Athena subconsciously ran her hands over her swollen bladder. Athena’s bladder was extended our farther than she had ever seen it in all her years. Athena had to take off her armor. The damned stuff was pressing down on her bladder. Athena left her armor in a pile besides Hestia’s puddle. Athena hoped Persephone would be out soon, or else there may be a second puddle here as well. No! Athena refused to let that happen. She would not pee herself! She was a goddess, a full grown goddess! She could hold it in! Still, her bladder was rather large and hard right now.

Athena made a fist and rapped on the door. “Hey, Persephone, almost done in there?’ She called.

“Not even close!” Persephone’s voice sounded mitigated and soothed. And Athena could guess why.

Looks like it would still be quite a wait. But Athena could do this, she could hold back. It was simply mind over matter. Athena was literally the goddess of wisdom! She specialized in matters of the mind. Athena just had to refuse to acknowledge her bladder’s dangerous condition. But try as she might to ignore her growing urge, she could no longer refuse to recognize the painful pressurization of her bladder. Her sphincter felt as if it was being attacked by a chimera! It was as if Typhon himself was squeezing the life out of the goddess’ weak sphincter muscle.

Athena was a war goddess after all! And right now, she was at a war with her bladder and she feared it was a war that she could not win. Athena knew her time was coming one way or another. If only she had another place to relieve herself! Kind of like how Artemis went to use the woods. That was it…

As the wisdom goddess, Athena knew she would think of something. Athena used the last of her energy to teleport away.

 

Teleporting with a full bladder was extremely painful. Athena’s bladder felt quite literally as if it were stretched and then pounded down upon. Athena felt ready to pop. But she proceeded with the plan. Athena used her will and disguised as a mortal woman just as Artemis did an eagle earlier that evening.

It was pitch black out and that worked well in favor of Athena! There was a large city in the distance and Athena was in the town square. She recognized this place well. It was the city state of which Athena was a patron god, the most famous of the Greek city states, Athens! Athena figured she was better off relieving herself here than anywhere else!

Hands under her skirt, Athena raced across the pavement, allowing her skirt to billow up behind her. Athena ran and she ran and she entered the public latrine Artemis spoke of.

It was beautiful! Two long benches stood with dozens of holes cut into the smoothed wood. Athena could no longer wait!

As soon as Athena neared the closest hole and lifted her skirt up, the stream jetted out. Athena sat down on the wood just as her stream went pouring from her body. Athena moaned in absolute bliss as her bladder drained and her pee shot down into the wooden hole. Athena’s stream was so noisy, she feared she would wake up the whole city state. But she didn’t care. She was just so grateful to get relief! Athena smiled in joy as she lounged back on the bench, enjoying the feeling of her bladder void itself.

Athena kept her legs spread so she may keep a constant eye on what was happening inside the hole. Just as Athena feared, the urine level inside the hole was increasing towards the top. Athena could feel the warmth of her nectar touch her vulva. And not just the pee squirting from it. But also the pee that was filling up inside.

With much effort, the wisdom goddess managed to stem the flow. She stood, took two steps, sat down in the next hole, and released her flood once more.

And so, Athena went around the public latrine filling up hole after hole with her godly juices. Just as Athena was nearing her end, she noticed there was only one hole left in the public latrine. Athena was relieved no one was around to see this. The way Artemis spoke of this place, Athena had feared it would be packed with mortals in need of relief. Although, to be fair, it was night time. Athena was willing to wager that a place like this would be a lot more popular during the day. No mortal could produce this much urine in one go. No human could ever produce this much urine in their entire lives for that matter! How would Athena explain this to the mortals? Good thing they weren’t here!

Athena instantly kicked herself for thinking that. Just her luck, as soon as Athena began to fully relax, a mortal man appeared. He looked to be no older than thirty, Athena would have guessed. Of course, she hardly knew much about the mortal lifespan. The man nodded to Athena. He then faced the final hole and pulled his toga up, exposing a flapping penis to the wind.

Athena was ready to explode on the man. She was prepared to cure him for having dared show this display in front of a goddess. But then Athena remembered that she was in disguise. This man simply thought she was a regular mortal woman.

“I am sorry, sir,” Athena said. “However, I find it quite rude that you would engage in this act in front of a woman.”

“Sorry,” the man apologized. “But this is the public latrine!”

“I see, and do males and females frequent this place at the same time?’ Athena asked.

“Yes, ma’am, all the time,” the man said.

Artemis hadn’t mentioned that part. Athena found it a little strange that men and women would alleviate themselves so close to one another… Or another person in general for that matter. But then again, humans are a strange bunch. And to be fair, perhaps it is not that weird. Sure, males and females relieve themselves in very different ways, but at the end of the day, each gender is doing the exact same activity… Emptying their bladders.

The man eyed Athena. “I am sorry, ma’am,” the man began placing his toga back on. “I can relieve myself at a later time. I do not wish to disturb you.”

Athena hesitated. This man showed kindness and compassion. This man - while clearly not desperate - still needed relief. He, however, was willing to put that need aside due to a stranger stating she was uncomfortable with it.

Athena was getting relief. Who was she to deny this man his? Plus, Athena knew from personal experience how uncomfortable a full bladder was. Even if not desperate, it is not fun to have to hold your fluid. The same fluid your body wishes to expel for that matter!

“No, I am fine,” Athena found herself saying. “Please, go on, do your business. I shall turn away if you wish.”

“That is not necessary ma'am, but are you sure?” The stranger asked. “I do not wish to make you uncomfortable.”

“I am fine, honest,” the winsome goddess said. “Just confused is all. In my home city state, you see, our public latrines are one gender only. And even then, we may only go one at a time.”

“Really,” the man lifted his toga and golden liquid began shooting forth from his penis. Athena did her best not to stare, but she could not help herself. “I find that strange. How would everyone be able to relieve themselves in this case?”

Athena considered the long goddesses’ bathroom line on Olympus. “It is… Difficult,” Athena assured the stranger.

“By the way,” he said. “Do you know why all these other holes are filled?”

Athena felt herself swallow. “I suppose they have yet to be emptied.”

The two peed in silence, listening to the cricket’s chirp as well as the sound of the other peeing. Athena was relieved (literally) that she didn’t have any pee left inside. She didn’t know what she would have done next. This man was using the final hole. It is a good thing Athena stopped when she did!

Athena found some pessoi - old shards of vase - beside her on the bench. Athena used this to wipe her private area and she allowed her skirt to fall back into place. Athena nearly forgot this fellow was here, watching. But like a gentleman, he kept his eyes focused on his own stream, completely ignoring hers.

The man soon finished. He shook off and allowed his toga to fall back into place. The man turned and nearly crashed into Athena.

“Oh, ma’am, I thought you left,” the man said. “Did you need something?”

“Yes,” Athena said. “I wish to thank you and reward you.”

“Pardon?” The fellow asked.

The wisdom goddess shed her disguise. Now that her bladder was properly drained, it was much easier to use her powers! Athena appeared before the strange man in her godly form. She also was back in wearing her full battle armor and she even held her spear at her side.

“A… Athena?” The man crooked. Athena’s gray eyes filled with wisdom sunk into the man. “My lady,” the man bowed. He quickly looked up. “Did… Did I just…”

“Urinate next to a divine goddess? Yes, you did,”

The man looked ready to be sick. “Ma’am… I am so, soooo sorry… I…”

Athena held up a hand to silence the stranger. “What is your name?’

“My name? Cace,” the man replied.

“Well, Cace,” Athena said. “Under normal circumstances I may be angry. But to tell you the truth…” Athena let out a deep breath. “I am just so relieved! Not that you need to know, but there was a long line for the ladies’ room on Olympus. I eventually gave up waiting and came down to earth to relieve myself. And it felt grand!” Athena had no idea what had gotten into her. She just felt so overjoyed that it was over with, it made her all giddy.

“I… I am glad you feel better, my lady,” Cace said. He eyed the many holes overflowing with Athena’s bladder contents.

“Yes,” Athena said, reading this young man’s mind. “That is all mine.”

“My lady,” Cace apologized. “If I had known… I never would have…”

“But you did not know,” Athena said sharply. “And I believe I told you I did not mind if you relieved yourself. And I did not mind. That said, I am grateful to you for showing such kindness to a stranger. You were willing to walk away and hold your urine so I, a stranger, may alleviate herself in private.”

“I… I didn’t have to go that badly anyway, my lady,” Cace said.

“Be that as it may, you were still seen showing kindness. I do not let that go unrecognized,” Athena moved her body in a full circle, admiring the city around her. “I have always admired this city. I may be biased, however. This city was named after myself, of course. I have a gift for you as well as every one in this city.” Athena pointed to the couple dozen filled up holes of liquid waste. “You see my urine?’

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Godly urine has magical properties,” Athena explained. “I wish you to alert the citizens of this city that my urine shall heal the sick and the injured. All you must do is drink a handful of my nectar. Can you do that for me, my good man?”

“Yes, my lady!” Cace said eagerly, throwing in a salute for good measure.

“Thank you, Cace, for everything,” the wisdom goddess said.

Cace nodded and then turned to alert his city of the magical godly urine.

Athena took that as her cue to leave. Athena was anxious to get home back to Mount Olympus and take a nap. Holding in all that pee was tiresome… Even for a goddess!

 

 

 

 

 

Let me know if you think I should do more stories like this. I can do more Greek goddesses. Perhaps some of the minor ones, like the muses. Or I could do another pantheon entirely. The possibilities are endless!

[dudebro00 84]

Excellent and creative!

[Neetly2 8]

Excellent story! I've always felt there isn't enough mythology omo out there. 

[gfaroank 17]

Very wonderful story, excellent story, expecting more desperation of the goddess.

[DerivativeWings 1,576]

Divine! Of course, I could never resist a good toilet queue. I must admit I am interested in the private relief of all the godesses we didn't see haha

[UrineLover1 823]

It was pointed out that this story only followed one perspective. I figured that would be easier than jumping all over between the perspectives of seven different goddesses. So, I had the story follow Athena around as she is genially the most well-known. But great minds think alike, because I also wished I had done the other perspectives. So, I wrote some quick stories of how the other goddesses relieved themselves.

*Note: We saw Athena and Hestia pee in the story above, so I didn't include them in the following set of short stories.

 

 

 

 

 

Aphrodite goddess of love and beauty:

 

It was a common mistake to take Aphrodite for a weak, defenseless goddess just because she was the goddess of love! A little-known fact about Aphrodite: She loved war! She was in a serious relationship with Ares, the war god for crying out loud! A better-known fact about the goddess of love: She loved conflict! Aphrodite loved to mess with people’s love lives. She made men and women fall in love with one another. She even had powers over the supreme gods, even Zeus himself was her plaything in her game of love!

Bottom line, Aphrodite was powerful. Don’t let her ‘love goddess’ thing fool you for an instant! When Aphrodite wanted to, she could go full Hercules! And she did.

As Aphrodite was clawing at Hera, the bathroom door wide open, relief in sight, Aphrodite’s full bladder inspired her to push with extra strength and might. Still, as she jabbed at Hera, she could feel all the nectar inside her bladder shifting towards the exit. Aphrodite would not have an accident! Inspired by her aching full godly bladder, Aphrodite pushed past Hera and slammed the door shut.

Aphrodite’s hands flew, locking the door. She heard Hera banging furiously on the other side, cursing the love goddess with all of her might. Aphrodite ignored this and faced her precious toilet.

Despite living in ancient Greece, the gods were advanced on Mount Olympus. Aphrodite’s ex-husband, Hephestus invented these things called ‘toilets’ to eliminate waste products. They were made of precious metal and at the bottom there was a bowl, like a chamber pot but larger. (Appropriate for the gods’ bladder sizes). There was water at the bottom of the bowl. The only issue with this design was how much the gods’ bladders stored. A bowl this size would never manage to catch all the liquid the gods produced. Thankfully, however, Hephestus thought of this. The toilets flushed automatically when they reached a certain point.

Aphrodite rounded on the toilet. She spun as fast as Terpsichore (the goddess of dancing). Aphrodite threw her toga up and landed her round butt on top of the bowl. An instant PLOOOUUSH sounded from below the love goddess’ pussy.

Aphrodite moaned in relief. This feeling was ten times better than sex! And Aphrodite should know, given how much sex she’s had in her immortal life.

Aphrodite used her hand to hold her head up, keeping her elbow on her knee. Aphrodite stared ahead at the bronze door. Her vision was swimming from relief. Aphrodite swallowed, relief flooding her mouth.

There was the constant banging from Hera and screaming from the other goddess’ in line, but given how good this release felt, Aphrodite didn’t care in the slightest. It felt oh, too good to free all that wine and nectar from her overfilled bladder. At that moment, Aphrodite didn’t care about anything. She didn’t care about what the other gods thought of her. She didn’t care if Ares found out about her embarrassing moment here. She didn’t care that she stole Hera’s spot in line. On the contrary, she was rather grateful for that last one. Aphrodite just cared about the relief she got! It was sooo good! The steamy pee felt boiling hot against her godly labia. Aphrodite breathed a breath of air and relaxed, knowing she would be here for a while.

One of the bad things about having a nearly endless bladder captivity, however - aside from how long it takes you to void - is that generally speaking, the initial feeling of heavenly relief that makes you want to sing with all nine muses… Yeah, it doesn’t last forever. Aphrodite has been sitting on the toilet for nearly ten minutes now and that first feeling of blessed relief had long since faded. Now, this felt like just a normal pee.

The orgasmic feeling of relief had become a boring feeling of slight comfort now. Aphrodite knew her bladder was nearly drained. Aphrodite must certainly didn’t have the largest bladder on Olympus. But she didn’t have the smallest either.

The entire time she let loose on the bowl, Aphrodite heard the toilet occasionally flush as it filled to the brim with her fluids. Aphrodite tried to count how many times it flushed. She lost tract at three, however. This moment was far too good to soil with math anyway!

As she peed, Aphrodite let slip a few farts, that she would have died if anyone heard. And saying an immortal would die is huge, but in this case, an accurate statement.

Aphrodite felt her stream nearing its end. The sound had dulled down as well. What started as a gigantic waterfall had turned into a trickling creek.

After a few more minutes, Aphrodite’s bladder was nearly drained all the way. Aphrodite - feeling a bit left in there - gave a series of small pushes to get the rest out. At this point, the perky butt of the goddess of love had fallen fast asleep waiting and waiting. Aphrodite’s butt tingled as she stood up at long last, grasped a clay shard and used it to wipe her genitalia, careful not to cut her most sensitive area. Aphrodite set the shard back for someone else to use and laid her toga back in place.

Hearing faint pangs on the door now, Aphrodite looked down at the bowl which was half filled up with her urine. It wasn’t filled up enough to flush automatically, though. Not wishing the others to see her bladder’s contents, she flushed manually. Aphrodite watched in satisfaction as her urine - the exact color of the nectar she had to drink - flush down the pipes.

Aphrodite then went to the sink and took her time fixing her hair and make-up. The other goddess could wait. Right? They would have to. Aphrodite might enjoy a good war, but she doesn’t want to look like she’s been through one! Her hair and make-up needed her attention, pronto!

 

 

 

Hera goddess of marriage and family; Queen of Olympus:

 

“Stupid Aphrodite,” Hera was cursing under her breath as she staggered into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. “Stupid, Eris. Stupid, everyone,” Hera grunted like an enraged Minotaur. Hera locked the door and rushed for the toilet. She had to constantly move her legs and keep them at her crotch. Otherwise, she risked leaking. And the queen of the heavens did not leak her urine!

Hera threw her toga up and fell backwards onto her new throne. Hera moaned loudly as a yellow jet blasted from in between her legs like a waterfall in between two cliffs. Hera kept her legs spread wide, admiring the gorgeous sight of her pissing godly pussy. Hera smiled in relief as she watched her golden stream fall at a seventy-degree angle and slam against the side of the bowl before rolling down into the water below her. The stream was powerful too. It blasted the bowl with such force, Hera half feared the metal toilet would be cut in half like cheese.

Hera let herself relax, knowing she would be here for some time. Hera’s peacock feather crown began to tilt. Hera allowed it to stay at an awkward angle, too tired to fix it right now.

The relief was nothing like the queen of the gods had ever experienced before. A pee this great was worth all of the troubles in the chaosmos. It was worth Zeus always cheating on her. It was worth that punk, Hercules becoming a god. It was worth creating the fearsome monster Lamia and having the other gods angry with her. And most of all… It was worth the wait!

Hera gushed violently into the bowl. She could feel her godly piss hole throbbing as it forced all of her bladder’s contents out at rapid fire speed. Hera peed so quickly, in fact, that the toilet automatically flushed within thirty seconds of her sitting down.

Hera laid back against the bowl, staring at the ceiling. Hera allowed her eyes to close. She continued to sit with her legs far apart as she went. Being in a private room just to herself, Hera didn’t need to worry about being the proper queen of the gods. She was free to relax and spray the inside of the bowl as she saw fit.

As Hera listened to the full toilet flush again, she grinned, her temper melting away. Hera felt like she died and went to Elysium. And in Elysium, she just could not be angry. It felt too good…

After a rather long time - she had no clue how long - Hera’s stream slowly subsided. Hera pushed a final dribble out. She could feel remaining droplets falling from her lips as she stood. Hera wiped with the clay shard, flushed the bowl one last time, fixed her toga, and washed her hands.

Hera made it to the door. She hesitated a moment. Hera fixed her crowd and flattened the wrinkles out of her dress. Hera quickly wiped her happy-go-lucky smirk off her face and quickly replaced it with her age-old, go-to expression of irritation. She then unlocked the door.

 

 

 

Artemis goddess of the hunt, the moon, and archery:

 

Artemis flapped her wings as quickly as she could. She felt heavily weighed down from her bladder. She could see it bulging through her bird belly. Artemis felt ready to leak. She knew from past experience that should she pee in bird form; it would come out as that white stuff - pee and poop combined. It was gross!

Artemis saw the forest in sight. She made great time! She could hold it. She was so close now… Still, with a painfully filled up bladder, being this close to relief felt like the distance from Olympus to earth to a mortal’s eye.

Artemis could feel a squirt coming. She knew she made the right choice to go to the forest. She just wished she hadn’t waited so long. Why had she waited so long? Seriously, Artemis should have gone to the forest sooner. And normally, she would have. But she was also slightly afraid of what the other goddesses would think of her. Artemis usually doesn’t care what they think. But she knew those princesses of Olympus would have negative feelings about peeing outside.

Artemis being the goddess of the hunt and by definition, the wilderness too, did her business outside all the time! She found it far more relaxing and enjoyable than using the toilet. And most importantly, it was natural! Besides, the others should be happy! With Artemis stepping out of line to have a wee elsewhere, it was one less goddess they had to wait for. Why the others didn’t give in and join Artemis was beyond her! Poor Hestia had clearly wanted to, but Artemis knew she was bullied into staying by the others. Poor girl.

Regardless, just as the nature goddess feared, the other goddesses thought she was disgusting and weird. ‘Ah, so what?’ she chided herself. ‘Who cares what they think? They’ll probably all piss themselves while my bladder will be nice and drained!’

Artemis felt herself squirt at the thought. She had to hurry!

Artemis touched down in the woods and quickly shapeshifted back into goddess form. Artemis moaned, grabbing herself with one hand as she felt a small trickle escape. Artemis rested the other hand on her stomach and boy, was it swollen! Artemis felt her stomach ready to pop! She quickly darted into the shade of the trees.

Artemis usually peed with her huntresses around. It was weird not to have them. Artemis would have loved for the girls to see her now! After their dumb drinking content, their mistress exploded all over the forest floor. The thought brought a smile to Artemis’ face.

Strangely enough, she also wished that Hippolytus was here. He was one of the two men Artemis had allowed in the hunt. Poor Hippolytus was a good man who was framed for crimes he never committed by his sinister stepmother, Phaedra. Hippolytus was now in the underworld as a ghost. Artemis recalled how he had confided in her about his love of desperation. Of course, as one of her hunters, he swore that - and all other acts of love - off. But Artemis was touched he trusted her to share that with. And would Hippolytus have been overjoyed to see her like this! Barely able to stand up straight.

Finding the perfect spot, the moon goddess lifted her toga and squatted down at the base of a nice fir tree. Artemis’ eyes widened, showing a reflection of her twin brother, Apollo’s sun chariot as the stream started.

Artemis had to go so badly, that even with her powerful urinary system of the gods, only a small stream started. The weak stream pattered into the grass, quiet and dull. But it did not stay small for long. After a count of ten, the stream grew to the size of a cyclops' eye (which were big, by the way) and doused the forest floor.

Artemis rested a hand against her lightly hairy pubic region and pulled it upwards ever so slightly. In turn, Artemis’ vulva was lifted, and the archery goddess’ stream blasted like a river rapid through the air and crashed down into the grass. Despite being a lover of nature, Artemis couldn’t help but smirk as she watched her powerful golden jet flatten down dozens of blades of grass. You can’t do that on the toilet! Artemis was a fool to resist this. She should have used the forest as her bathroom ages ago instead of waiting in that infernal line! It was good to pee and even better to be true to her wild self!

Artemis could not help but move her body back and forth as she squirted. This caused her moon charm to bounce around in between her breasts.

Artemis moaned in delight, letting her head fall back against the tree. And the wild goddess remained squatting there, one hand holding her toga up, the other aiming her stream off in the distance, and her head planted against the fir’s trunk behind her. Gods, this felt great!

Artemis - along with her many other goodly duties - was also the goddess of chastity. That is to say, she made sure those - like herself - who choose maidenhood (or even men that choose bachelorhood like Hippolytus) stayed maidens or bachelors. Still… With a pee this great, it was the closest thing Artemis got to an orgasm. And she could easily see why one would want this feeling all the time. After taking a pee this nice, Artemis had to sympathize with her father, Zeus for always wanting intercourse.

Artemis silently prayed to all the gods, never to let this feeling of ecstasy end! Sadly, like with all great things in life… It did. Not the stream. No, that was still going full force and would be for the foreseeable future. But just like the other gods, the longer she peed, the more the initial feeling of rapture ended.

Artemis’ once mighty piss turned into that of indifference. Artemis’ legs were getting tired of supporting her weight in such a strange position. Artemis jiggled her legs to wake them up. She breathed through her mouth. Now that the joy of finally peeing wore off, Artemis went from I-never-want-this-moment-to-end to please-let-me-stop-peeing.

Artemis’ stream washed away the dirt, so powerful it wiped out everything in its path. Feeling her bladder, Artemis feared she wasn’t even half done. That was a lot of water she drank at the contest with her hunters. Add that to everything else she consumed since whenever she peed last, she had a lot bottled up.

Artemis lost track of time. But she noticed Apollo was setting in the distance. Apollo’s sun chariot going down was enough to cause darkness to begin to overtake the forest. Artemis wondered if Apollo could see her from his sun chariot in the sky. Artemis was almost tempted to wave. But she knew Apollo would just make some dumb joke about this later, so it was probably best if he didn’t see her! At least when Apollo teased Artemis, it was a loving twin thing. That was far more than she could say for when the fellow goddesses did it.

The stream soon stopped completely. Artemis - realizing she had nothing to wipe with - used her powers to grow a small bush right next to her and she used its leaves to soak up the moisture trapped between her all powerful (and unused) labia.

Artemis stood and adjusted her toga.

The moon goddess looked down at the very wet grass she created. There was a gigantic circle, ten feet in diameter - where the grass remained flat against the ground, dripping wet with shining beads of goddess piss. Artemis refused to leave the forest like this. She waved her hand over it and then snapped. The grass instantly leveled out and grew back to its full height and beyond. The forest was better than ever! Plus, Artemis knew that godly urine had magical properties. The surrounding trees and plants should grow bigger and better than ever in no time!

In the meantime, Artemis turned, and proudly walked away. As her sandals slapped against the grassy rub beneath her, Artemis smiled, wondering what the other goddesses would think when they saw Artemis again. And she really didn’t care.

Artemis was so happy, she decided to walk all the way back to Mount Olympus.

 

 

 

Demeter goddess of agriculture:

 

Demeter charged into the bathroom faster than a Cretan bull. She slammed the door, and her fingers flew over the lock.

Demeter grasped her crotch, feeling a small dribble fall from her labia and roll down her legs, lightly wetting her toga.

Gasping, Demeter rushed to the toilet, raising her toga as she went. Demeter’s butt wasn’t even all the way down by the time the tide erupted from her.

Demeter finally landed on the bowl, moaning with bliss as days’ worth of pee cascaded from her and splashed down into the water far below her. Demeter just imaged the water changing color from clear to yellow. She moaned and grunted, slamming her head against the wall in total gratification.

Demeter’s chest puffed in and out as her godly lungs went into hyperdrive. The sound echoing off the marble walls was that of a thunderstorm mixed with a tsunami. The Atticans thought they had it rough when Poseidon flooded their city state. Oh, no, Demeter was flooding the toilet bowl! Demeter could feel the level of her hot piss rise and rise as more was added to it every millisecond.

Demeter heard the toilet automatically flush under her as she continued raining down into it, her piss trumpeting off the walls of the bowl as the water turned a deep yellow and shot towards the top.

Demeter was happier than a farmer to awaken and find their crops had grown. Demeter suddenly found that she would rather be here, peeing than anywhere else in the world. Even on a farm harvesting wheat stalks! If only the crops were able to taste Demeter’s piss. She beat they would shoot so far up, not even Bellerophon would be able to reach the top on Pegasus.

Demeter closed her eyes and imagined the field. Rows upon rows of wheat, cabbage, turnips, barley, onions, garlic, all arranged neatly among the plains. Then, a rainstorm brew above. But rather than normal rainwater, it rained pee. Godly piss falling from the heavens. Demeter always loved rain. It made the crops grow. But how she wished her magical urine was showering the crops. How she wished the toilet was a field of fruits and veggies, just waiting to be showered in her gold.

The nectar inside Demeter’s bladder drained while the urine level in the toilet went up. Demeter - realizing she was still holding her scythe, placed it gently on her knees and smiled down at it as - what felt like the entire Mediterranean Ocean surge through her pussy lips and hiss against the water. The toilet kept flushing every now and again and the grain goddess kept pissing.

Around the three-quarter mark, Demeter’s once overwhelmingly solace feeling of bliss now lowered into a moderate comfortable feeling of joy, soon to be nothing more than a mediocre wee.

Demeter scratched her eye. Her stream was never ending. The toilet flushed again. Demeter’s butt was fast asleep as were her feet. Demeter heard screaming from the other side of the door. She felt bad for the other goddess, but what could she do? Her pee wasn’t over yet.

Demeter listened as her stream began to slow down gradually over the course of her twenty-minuet urination. The stream went from PLLLLLLOOOOSH to PLLLLLAAAT to PLLSS to OOOOPPP to HIssssss to Triiicklle and finally drip, drip, drop…

Demeter wiped with a shard, stood and fixed her yellow and green toga. Demeter washed her hands and hurried out of the bathroom to give the next goddess in line a chance.

 

 

 

Persephone goddess of spring; Queen of the Underworld:

 

Persephone darted into the restroom, slamming the door behind her. Having been forced to walk in poor Hestia’s hecatoncheir sized puddle, Persephone’s immortal bladder could no longer stand the pressure. Even as she ran, Persephone was peeing. She hadn’t completely lost control like the hearth goddess outside the door; however, Persephone had a strong river of urine running down her left leg. She had to keep both hands wedged far down in the folds of her robes to keep from letting every last drop out. The front of Persephone’s robes were soaked. She had already expelled a lot of urine. And she was still somehow holding back the main event.

Persephone was furious with her mother for not letting her cut in line. Sure, Persephone never asked. But she was Demeter’s daughter! It should have been implied! Demeter always told Persephone that she was her favorite daughter. Clearly not when her own bladder was concerned!

Still leaking a constant stream down her leg, Persephone plopped down on the bowl, barely pulling her robes to the side before her tired sphincter gave in. The loudest stream Persephone ever heard bounded off the walls. The walls in this otherwise quiet room were just as echoey as they were in the underworld.

Persephone’s stream of former pomegranate juice blasted down into the toilet water with a satisfying hissss. Her stream was as steamy as the River Phlegethon - the river of fire down in the underworld. Persephone smelled the sweet scene of pomegranate in her liquid waste. That made her smile even farther. Persephone suddenly had a strange desire to taste her stream. Did it still taste like pomegranate or a hint of them at least? They sure smelled like Persephone’s favorite fruit.

Persephone looked down to see the gigantic yellow waterfall splashing down from her shivering labia. Persephone’s labia lips were - interestingly enough - as pitch black as the darkest parts of the underworld. Persephone always secretly wondered if it was a coincidence, or did her labia indicate it was fate that she married the king of the underworld.

How Persephone wished Hades was here now. Persephone knew the other gods - more specifically, her mother disapproved of her relationship with Hades for… Reasons… But the fact of the matter is, Persephone had a great relationship with the king of the dead.

Persephone was currently trying to convince her husband to mix things up in the bedroom. She only saw him for four months out of the year. She wanted every second of them to be enjoyable for both of them. One of Persephone’s suggestions was golden showers. Hades wasn’t into it. He wasn’t into much. But he agreed to do it to make her happy.

Persephone imagined, instead of a toilet, she was peeing all over her lover's - usually gloomy - face. That made her smile and she even burst into a fit of hilarious giggles right there on the toilet.

Persephone feared she might have snapped from waiting so long. She cackled and cracked up like she never laughed before. Persephone just chortled like never before.

Persephone’s cackling fit was interrupted by a powerful knock on the door. Athena sounded ready to break the door down.

From the opposite side of the bronze, Athena called, “Hey, Persephone, almost done in there?”

“Not even close!” Persephone breathed back, doing her best to steady her voice. Persephone felt a little bad for Athena, but she was so relieved, she hardly cared.

The banging of the gray eyed goddess’ fist on the door stopped abruptly. Persephone pondered this for a split second, then returned to her feeling of bliss.
While her bladder spent an age voiding, Persephone felt her robes. They were very damp at the crotch. Persephone had wet herself a great deal. But at least she got the majority of it in the bowl.

Persephone frowned at her wet rags. But she took comfort in the fact that they had already begun the drying process.

Persephone hissed into the bowl for Zeus knows how long! After an eternity and many automatic flushes of the bowl, Persephone’s bladder finally ran dry. She stood and wiped with clay. She adjusted her robes back into place and washed her hands, trying to go quick fro Atehna’s sake.

But to her immense surprise, the wisdom goddess wasn’t there. Huh, that was odd. Perhaps the wisdom goddess found some place else to pee. Or perhaps she totally wet herself. Oh, well. At least Persephone made it out… Damp. Better than wet though!

Persephone turned and, slightly damp, went back to the Dionysus' party.

[rfthawne 65]

This was a great story and I'd love to read more chapters of it! Aphrodite having and accident and being humiliated would be my preference, but really anything would be great given the strength of this first chapter.

[JD0417 74]

Nice stories 

[daisyduke 105]

wow I love your writing! such a creative idea and hot descriptions. I wanna read more from you :)

[UrineLover1 823]

I wrote a second story going off of this idea. This one is about the nine muses the goddess of the arts.

I know the nine muses aren't the most well-known characters in mythology. That is to say, everyone knows about them as a group, but very few know of them individually.

 

For reference:

Calliope - goddess of epic poetry

Clio - goddess of history

Erato - goddess of love/erotic poetry

Euterpe - goddess of music and wind interments

Melpomene - goddess of drama and tragedy

Polyhymnia - goddess of sacred songs and poems

Terpsichore - goddess of dance and choir

Thalia - goddess of comedy

Urania - goddess of astronomy

 

 

 

 

 

 

The nine muses were busy with the final preparations. Clio was restringing her lyre, Euterpe warmed up her flute, Calliope was warming up her voice, Terpsichore was tap dancing all about, Polyhymnia was stretching her throat by singing the highest notes known to man.

Walking up the steps to the shrine was Apollo. “Hey, ladies, ready for the show?” The sun god asked.

“You know it, Apollo!” Calliope cried. “We’re all set!”

“Good. Show starts in five,” Apollo said. “And remember, this show is for Peleus and Thetis. It is their big start into married life! We want the show to be good, don’t we?”

“We sure do, Apollo,” Thalia giggled.

“I guess, why not?” Melpomene shrugged.

“Melpomene,” Euterpe set down her lyre. “Can you try and go one day without being so gloomy?”

“I’m the muse of tragedy,” Melpomene replied. “What do you expect?”

“Riiiiigh…” Apollo said slowly. “Anyway, good luck out there, ladies.” And with that, the god of music left.

The nine muses watched him go and when they were sure he was out of sight, they all instantly dropped what they were doing to grab themselves under their togas.

“Do you think he noticed?” Polyhymnia stammered, staggering back and forth with her knees bent so tight they appeared to be fused together.

“I don’t think so,” Calliope stared off into the distance in the direction of the sun god.

“I have to pee so bad…” Urania wailed.

“Yeah, we all do!” Melpomene snapped.

“Time for a new poem,” Erato grasped at her quill and a sheet of parchment, “O to a full bladder!” Erato’s hand flew to the crotch of her toga.

“What do we do?” Terpsichore danced around. Terpsichore may be the muse of dancing, but right now… She was dancing for a far more important reason.

“I thought the concert wasn’t going to start for a few more hours,” Calliope hissed, remembering Apollo informing her just half an hour ago of the upcoming concert.

“Why did we decide to do that dumb holding contest?” Melpomene demanded, placing one leg over her adjacent knee in the air.

“We thought we had a few hours before the concert,” Euterpe reminded her sister.

Hunching over and running her pale hands up her shins, Thalia grunted, “If you all just let me win then…”

“You?” Calliope shuffled back and forth. “I would be the one to win! I am the leader of the muses after all!”

“Does not mean you have the best bladder,” Thalia retorted. “Hate to tell you this, sis, but you are the leader due to your perfect voice, not your perfect bladder,” the goddess of comedy joked.

“Who cares who would have won,” Urania wailed. “Guys, I am seeing stars! And not just cause I rule over astronomy!”

“Urania is right… This is bad, girls,” Calliope said. “Five minutes isn’t long enough for one god to pee let alone nine! Melpomene is right. We should not have had that holding contest. We have not peed in over a week, and it is coming back to haunt us!”

“Talk about our poor planning skills,” Thalia muttered, grabbing fistfuls of toga.

Clio sighed. “Well, it is too late to undo the past. Believe me, I know,” insisted the goddess of history.

“How long is this damned concert anyway?” Melpomene squeezed her tights will all of her might.

Calliope’s usually tanned skin tone went white. “Two hours.”

“TWO HOURS!” The other eight muses wailed.

“Will there be an intermission?” Polyhymnia asked, hopeful.

With sad puppy dog eyes and a desperate dance, Calliope shook her head.

 

The muses could have of course asked Apollo to wait longer. But the issue there was the of course, as Calliope had stated, one god took several minutes to pee. And that is with a half-full bladder. But nine gods with bladders at the max… The muses might spend up to a day waiting in line for the bathroom.

The muses refused to delay the concert. After all, as they say, the show must go on. The muses could not disappoint Apollo. Or the other gods. Or the friendly couple Peleus and Thetis. Peleus and Thetis were such fine mortals. They always honored the gods and respected them. Plus, Apollo - also being the god of prophecy - foretold that these mortals would have a son one day named Achilles. Achilles would be a fabulous hero in some sort of future war. The muses didn’t understand that part. But what they did understand was that these mortals who just got hitched and would someday have a super awesome son were counting on the muses' songs to send them into married life. Apollo was also counting on them. Apollo had spent months planning this concert. Apollo had promised Zeus that everything would go perfectly. He had sworn on the Styx! That was a serious oath to make to begin with. But given the fact Apollo promised Zeus… Well… Everyone knew how easy-going Zeus was. (That is the rawest form of sarcasm. Zeus was the most hot-tempered god in the entire Greek pantheon. Second to his wife, Hera maybe…)

The muses had to go on. For their fans, for Achilles’ parents, for Apollo. Besides, they were goddesses. They could hold it! Hopefully…

“The biggest question was… How well can we sing and dance with full bladders?” Erato asked nervously. The muses now stood on stage behind the curtain getting as much potty dancing in beforehand as they could.

“Dancing won’t be an issue,” Thalia remarked with a laugh.

“Can you ever be serious?” Melpomene snapped.

“Can you ever be happy?” Thalia shot back.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen,” Apollo’s voice was saying from the other side of the leather curtain. “It is my honor to congratulate Peleus and Thetis for tying the note! I hope you have many happy years together. Or two.” Dead silence. Apollo swallowed. “Clio told me to tell that joke.”

Melpomene eyed Clio. A simple ‘I told you that you’re not funny’ look Thalia rolled her eyes.

Calliope lightly tugged on her strawberry-colored hair. She quickly adjusted her laurel wreath. Calliope would not tell her sisters this, but she felt the pressure in her godly pelvis increase every second. It was pressing down on her vulva, begging to be let out. But Calliope shook off the urge.

“Come on, ladies,” Calliope whispered, more for her benefit than the others. “Let us do this for Apollo.”

“THE NINE MUSES!” Apollo wailed.

The crowd went wild. The curtain rolled up to reveal gods and mortals alike all sitting in garden chairs, gathered around the stage. The air was cool and the wind was gentle. The mountains grew tall in the distance and a nearby river gurgled. ‘Must we listen to that all concert?’ All nine muses thought in agony. The sun was bright - thanks to Apollo, of course. Birds chirped in the trees. The muses could not have asked for a more peaceful day for their outdoor concert. Granted, all of the gods - the beings who control nature itself - created such a fine day, it was still marvelous regardless.

The muses took their positions. Clio began to lightly stroke her lyre. Calliope swayed to the music, momentarily forgetting her urinary troubles and she began to sing. Polyhymnia soon joined in, singing along with her older sister. Terpsichore danced around behind them, and Euterpe played her flute. The rest of the muses gathered around Calliope and Polyhymnia and hummed to the song all while playing a vast selection of instruments. Erato played the triangle while Thalia was on the recorder and Urania took the lute and Melpomene the hurdy-gurdy.

For a while, the muses were able to forget all about their worries. This is why they loved song and dance. It took away their worries. Just by singing and dancing, they instantly felt better as if they had no cares in the world. Sadly, this remedy didn’t last long.

After the first four songs, the muses began to feel their urges hit stronger than ever. Clio had her legs pressed tight, one in front of the other. Thalia used her free hand to pat her thigh, right next to her crotch. Calliope kept her legs laced around one another. Urania had tears in her eyes as she used her lute to hide the fact that she was grasping her genitalia through her pitch-black toga. Polyhymnia was frequently twirling her loose strands of chocolate hair to distract herself. Euterpe expertly wiggled her fingers down the keys of her flute, all the while lifting her legs up and down against her crotch, working her hardest to make it appear to just be a dance move. And as Thalia pointed out, technically it was! Melpomene kept her hurdy-gurdy pressing down deep into her crotch. She was forced to play the instrument at an awkward angle, but better than openly holding herself. In between notes, Erato used her steel rod to tug on the straps of her flamingo pink toga, anything to distract herself. Terpsichore had it the easiest. As the one to do all the dancing, she was able to frequently move her legs about and keep them as close together as she wished. She even managed to squeeze her crotch and then spin around, making it look like a dance move.

Song number five ended. There were still eight more to go and the first hour was not even up. The muses knew they were in trouble.

 

Song six was over and the first hour ended. This would have been the perfect time to take a break! But alas, no breaks were scheduled.

All nine muses stood cross legged and shaking. They were goddesses. While it was unlikely, it certainly was possible for them to have accidents all over the stage. And even if they, against all odds, managed to hold out another sixty minutes with seven additional songs, by that time, the audience would surely know of their predicament. If they hadn’t known already that is!

The muses were ready to cry as fear and agony washed over them. They had all held their urine in their dumb holding contest more than a week now. They had plenty of water and nectar to drink within that time. The pain was insufferable! All eighteen of their hands twitched violently, struggling to refrain from openly grabbing themselves. Soon, there would be nine identical puddles on stage. The very thought made all nine sisters ready to squirt like never before!

Just when all hope had seemed lost for the muses, there came an interruption from the front row.

“I apologize,” said Doris, the mother of the bride, Thetis. Doris was also one of the three thousand daughters of Oceanus and Tethys, the titans of the ocean and freshwater respectively. Oh, why did Doris have to be the one to interrupt? Just looking at her made the muses think of her parents. The ocean, the rivers, the streams… Freshwater and saltwater combined.

Urania felt a sharp hiss soak her toga. The urine rolled down her slim legs. Urania had the worst bladder out of her sisters. Truthfully, a week of holding was a lot for Urania! She had never held this long nor this much in her immortal life. As the goddess of astronomy, Urania could control the entire cosmos, yet she failed to contain her bladder’s waters!

Calliope looked at her youngest sister. While the wet patch on her toga was unable to be detected (mostly due to the darkness of the fabric) up close, one could see beads of urine glisten off the astronomy muse’s legs.

“Yes, Doris, is everything okay?” Apollo called.

“I am sorry to interrupt, my lord,” the mother of the bride apologized. “I was just wondering if we may take a brief intermission. I must… Create an ocean if you know what I mean.”

“I am sure there is an intermission coming up, Doris,” Zeus promised, sitting in the front. The thunder god eyed Apollo. “You did schedule an intermission. Correct, Apollo?” Zeus growled at the sun god. Zeus’ growling sounded just like thunder brewing in the sky and it made Apollo quake in his place.

“O… Of course, L… Lord Zeus,” Apollo wheezed as though he had horrible asthma. “In fact…” Apollo said quickly. “It is intermission time right now!”

All nine muses quickly perked up.

“We have a twenty-minute intermission starting now!” Apollo announced. “Please get a drink, food, use the facilities, whatever you wish. We shall reconvene shortly.”

 

\As soon as the curtain closed, all nine muses turned and booked it off stage! The nine goddesses charged down the steps and raced across the greenery towards the nearest lavatory.

Down the hill, there were a set of godly toilets set up. Each toilet sat within four wooden walls on the edge of the meadow. Hephestus called these new inventions, ‘porta potties’.

The goddesses ran full steam ahead, hands in crotches, wanting nothing more than to sit on the bowl and gush. They only had twenty minutes. Hopefully it was long enough for them all to properly empty. Or at least drain most of their overworked bladders.

They were halfway when Urania froze in her tracks. She felt as if all of the water in the universe was contained within the walls of her urinary bladder, being held back by a sphincter that was quickly losing its strength. Urania felt as if her bladder was its own planet. A planet made entirely of water. And that water… Was pure gold. This image was far too much for the youngest muse. “Oh, oh…” the astronomy goddess breathed as she felt an ocean flow down her legs. In a split second, Urania’s toga, the color of the night sky, was soaked all from the waist down. Multiple rivers of urine ran down her incredibly pale legs and cascaded onto her sandals, flowing down her toes, and finally pooling into the grass at her feet, turning the spot she stood into a wet wonderland of damp grass and slightly sour smelling urine.

Urania began to sob as she just stood there, on her way to the toilets, fully drenched in her own liquids. And yet, the relief was heavenly. Truly a piss fit for a goddess! Urania was once again seeing stars. And they were the best kind. The stars that showed themselves to you when you were in absolute paradise. This was Urania’s utopia. Stars danced in her vision. Stars. Stars…

“Oh, Urania,” Calliope looked back at her sister, hobbling like an elderly as she struggled to hang on herself.

“I… I…” Urania cried.

“It happens, Urania, it’s okay,” Erato promised.

“It is better than okay!” Urania quickly perked up. “It feels fantastic! Oh, gods of Olympus! Sweet relief!”

“Glad you enjoy, girl,” Polyhymnia’s legs were crossed twice as she bobbed up and down on her sandals like a centaur’s body when they gallop.

Watching their sister pee, the remaining eight muses felt their bladders cramp up, their sphincters ready to break as well. The rest turned and fled towards their beckoning thrones.

Alas, there were only three porta potties. The good news was the muses were the first to reach them. They all began to shout and fight as they all struggled to be the first inside.

Terpsichore - being the most angelic of the muses - would have made her way inside, but at the last second, Erato grabbed her arm and pushed her to the side. Erato dashed in and slammed the door shut. With one out house taken, that left only two and seven desperate goddesses.

They all crammed towards the second one. Clio was the first one in.

The other six’s heads snapped towards the final open toilet. They all lunged for it at once. That’s when Calliope spotted something.

The muse of epic poetry thrust her hands out in either direction to hold her sisters back. Holding them back while simultaneously holding back a full bladder was no easy feat. But she had to. For a reason more important than the ocean inside.

“Girls, wait,” Calliope hissed.

“Not falling for it,” Polynhymnia swiveled around her sister and dashed for the loo.

Calliope grasped Polyhymnia’s arm and pulled her back. “I’m serious, Calliope snapped. “Look…”

Coming down the hill was Doris.

“Doris? So what?” Melpomene danced on the spot.

“She’s the mother of the bride,” Calliope pointed out. “And we know she has to pee! It is rude of us to hog the final toilet.”

“It will also be rude to completely piss ourselves,” Melpomene snapped, the pressure in her bladder almost wiping her out.

“No, she is right,” Euterpe made a fist and moved it in circles around her crotch. “What would Apollo think if he heard us hogging the toilet and making poor Doris wait?”

“Besides, Doris isn’t a goddess like us,” Calliope pointed out. “She’s an oceanid, daughter of the water titans.”

“Don’t say water…” Thalia whimpered, doing a slight jig where she stood.

“My point is, we as goddesses pee a lot longer than she does,” Calliope said. “We can hold our pee for ages. She can’t. She will probably be in and out!”

“But her parents are the titans of salt and freshwater!” Melpomene whined. “She may piss forever!”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Calliope said.

“Hey, ladies,” a voice said. Doris had caught up to them. “Great show so far! Can’t wait to see the rest.”

The muses all muttered under their breaths.

“Are you all waiting for the toilets?” Doris asked, eyeing the stalls. “There is still one open one.”

The muses looked at one another then back to Doris. They all knew what they had to do. It was what Apollo would have wanted. Plus, Calliope had a point. Doris may be a daughter of two titans, but she was an ocean spirit. Her bladder was not limitless like the muses. Well… Mostly limitless.

“We actually want you to go first,” Calliope said, gesturing for Doris to go on.

Doris looked the muses up and down, noticing how they squirmed and danced all around. “Are you sure?” She asked. “You look awfully desperate.”

“Yeah, yeah, how quick do you pee?” Melpomene demanded.

“MELPOMENE!” the other five muses shouted.

The goddess of tragedy just shrugged.

“I am an ocean spirit. In other words, I am more mortal than all of you,” Doris explained. “I should only take two minutes. Tops. Are you sure?”

The muses nodded.

“Okay, thank you,” Doris stepped into the final toilet and shut the door.

 

Inside the farthest stall on the left, Clio stood above the toilet, lifting her tangerine toga and aiming her vulva towards the bowl. A very strong, very sloppy stream, shot from the pee hole of the history goddess.

“A… A… Ahhhhhhhh…” Clio was unable to keep from moaning aloud. She slowly lowered herself all the way down onto the toilet. A smile spread across her face and her large green eyes closed. The corner of Clio’s lip twitched as she listened to the beautiful sound of a waterfall rushing from between her tights. Clio hugged her knees in pure joy. This was the best feeling in the entire universe to let a week’s worth of pee go! It was so, so freeing.

Clio pissed at full force. She was able to feel how messy her stream was. Clio always struggled with a messy stream. Even on a nearly empty bladder, the history goddess’ pee stream never fell straight down. It broke into a dozen different streams and went into all sorts of different directions. But when she was really desperate - like now - her sloppy stream got even more untidy. Clio felt a stray stream splash her left buttock. Clio only smiled even more, enjoying everything. The feeling of the pressure draining from her, the sound of hissing, even the clumsiness of her stream. It was all perfect!

As the history goddess, Clio was an expert historian. And yet, as far as she knew, nothing in history compared to the feeling of emptying a bursting bladder!

 

As she closed the door on her desperate sisters, Erato squirted into her bright pink toga. Cursing ferociously in ancient Greek, Erato yanked up her toga and as soon as she did, an all-powerful squirt forced its way from her sphincter down into the bowl with an ear splitting psshhh.

Erato’s curvy rump rested on the toilet bowl as a golden piss the color of nectar trembled down into the bowl, flowing as fast as a rapid river. Erato felt herself orgasm. As the muse of love and erotic poetry, Erato was a lot more sexual than her sisters. It didn’t take a lot to make the love poetry goddess orgasm. And pissing with a full bladder was enough to do that.

Erato was so tempted just to grab her clit and fiddle it as hard as she could and cum into the bowl. And normally she would have done just that. She would have had this glorious pee while masturbating. She would allow her urine stream to spray all around as she rubbed and rubbed her clit, experimenting with different pressures and styles of play. But Erato knew her sisters wouldn’t very much like it when they finally did enter and they found the stall coated in Erato’s liquid waist.

So, Erato may not be able to masturbate right now. But she would be damned if she allowed all of this built up energy to go to waist! She got an idea.

Erato reached into the folds of her toga and produced a parchment and quill. Erato held the black scroll before her and rapidly began to scribble words onto the rough paper. Erato wrote line after line, lyric after lyric. Erato always did get her best inspiration from experiences. And there was no experience better than draining a bladder that was mere seconds away from rupturing!

Erato wrote of a woman who, like her, had been waiting for ages to use the toilet. And when she finally did, she felt the powerful raw orgasm that came with release. The sheer energy of her organs as her bladder drained. It was the most peaceful she had ever been.
Erato loved this moment, never wishing it to end. As she peed and peed, she wrote and wrote. Both her bladder and her inspirational mind were overjoyed.
Erato thought of giving this poem to Eros for his birthday. Erato was great friends with the god of sexual love. Eros, the son of Aphrodite and Ares, naturally loved all things sexual. Erato thought of discussing with him how emptying a full bladder brought her to an orgasm. She was sure he would be intrigued.

Erato felt extremely bad for her poor sisters outside who - rather than experience this relief - were forced to wait. But it was hard to care when Erato felt her heart racing and her clit buzzing like this. Her bladder was emptying, and her muscles were relaxed. Every muscle in Erato's immortal form was at peace.

 

Calliope, Polyhymnia, Euterpe, Thalia, Melpomene, and Terpsichore continued to squirm and dance outside the three closed off stall doors.

Calliope kept her legs crossed in front of one another. Polyhymnia sat on the grass, hugging her knees close to her, and rocking back and forth on her bum. Euterpe was bunching up her toga, silently whispering to herself not to pee. Thalia was hopping from foot to foot so slightly that she was hardly moving them off the grass, as she pressed her happy drama mask against her genitalia, using it as a makeshift plug to keep herself sealed off. Melpomene kept her body hunched as she chewed her lip like an angry tiger ripping apart a mortal. The tragedy goddess kept her eyelids closed and hands in between her tights. Terpsichore - not caring who saw any more - had moved her skirt all the way up so she could hold her aching vulva itself. Terpsichore also danced around even more so than usual, kicking her legs out, twisting her legs, bouncing, everything under the sun to keep from having an accident.

The farthest right porta potty opened its door. Doris stepped out. That was rather quick! That was the good news. The bad news was, upon seeing the free toilet on the other side of the door, all six of the remaining muses were prepared to explode from the inside out.

“Phew!” Doris wiped sweat from her forehead. ‘I feel better! Thanks for letting me…” She was cut off as six desperate goddesses rushed at her.

“MOVE!” Melpomene shouted, pushing Doris away.

“Hey, that was rude,” Calliope snapped at her sister.

“I’m the muse of tragedy,” Melpomene danced/ran into the open toilet. “AND THERE IS ABOUT TO BE A TRAGEDY IN MY TOGA!!!” Slam!

Calliope looked at Doris, her face expressing her remorse. “We have to go rather badly,” she admitted.

“Oh? I am sorry,” Doris blushed. “Now I feel bad for going first.”

“Don’t,” Calliope whimpered, openly holding herself. “We let you. Besides, just like I anticipated, you were in and out. Besides, I wanted to thank you… Truthfully, Apollo didn’t have an intermission scheduled. We are so happy you spoke up! If you hadn’t, we wouldn’t have had the chance to pee at all!”

Doris radiated with pleasure at hearing these words. “Well, you are quite welcome. Great show, again. And thanks again,” Doris waved goodbye and then returned to the concert area leaving five struggling muses behind her.

 

Melpomene’s posterior hit the toilet with so much force, that in itself caused a bang! Then, there was a PSSSSSSHHH! The stream was so powerful, it burned Melopeme’s pee hole as it fired out.

The tragedy goddess moaned, slumping her head against the wall. Her short dark brown hair fell in her face like a curtain. Tears welled her sky blue eyes. Her chest moved in and out like a ball passing between two players. Melopeme slumped on the bowl. She hissed and she gushed. Her internal water level went down and for once, the depressing goddess of drama and tragedy felt relieved!

Melpomene felt guilty having been so ill-mannered with Doris. But she had to pee! Whatever, Melpomene didn’t care. This sensation between her legs felt too good to care about anything!

 

Calliope shuffled her legs, keeping her hands firm in place. Eterupe kept crossing and uncrossing as she hobbled in place. Thalia leaned against the wall of one of the potties and repeatedly slapped the wall behind her, moaning as she did so. Polyhymnia - still on the ground - now lay on her side, her hands inside her toga, causing the fabric to wrinkle. Her face was so scrunched up, it looked ready to explode. Terpsichore (loving dance) decided to make a dance of this. She held her genitalia in both hands and skipped in place while sliding her teeth across her lip like a kazoo. Her lengthy blonde hair leapt up and down with her movements.

Suddenly, the last person the muses wanted to see appeared. Apollo came over.

“There you ladies are. You disappeared. What’s going on? You warming up,” Apollo looked them over.

“No, Apollo,” Calliope said, losing her patience as well. “We are not warming up. We must… Take care of our godly business.”

Apollo nodded. “So, I see. Why didn’t you go before the show?”

“Aside from the fact you moved the time,” Calliope said through grit teeth. “You know it takes us gods forever to take a piss!”

“So, I see,” Apollo scratched his chin. “Well, I hate to see you go on stage looking like that. But Zeus is getting rather impatient.”

“Zeus is always impatient,” Polyhymnia grunted under her breath.

“We will be fine, Lord Apollo,” Calliope insisted. “How much longer is the intermission?”

“Ten minutes.”

The muses shifled groans. They knew they could not wait that long. Nor could they completely drain their bladders in that short amount of time. And even then, Clio, Erato, and Melpomene have been inside the stalls for ten minutes now and they showed no signs of emerging.

“Please try and get back as soon as possible,” was all Apollo said before leaving.

The muses hated this so much. Not only were they still bursting full of piss, but now both Apollo and Doris knew of there rather embarrassing situation.

“Ladies, I cannot hold much longer,” Thalia whimpered, staggering on her feet.

“We have to,” Calliope said.

“No, no. No, no, no, no, no,” Thalia repeated. “Normally I can find a joke about anything. But there is nothing funny about this!” With that, the goddess of comedy turned on her heels and as quick as Hermes, dashed behind Melopeme’s porta potty.

“Thalia,” Calliope called. “What in the gods’ name…” Her voice was cut off by the splitting sound of a brutal trail of urine.

 

Thalia didn’t care anymore. Her sisters could see, they could join in, but the goddess of comedy was at her limit. And so, Thalia had lifted her golden toga, squatted in the grass behind the final porta potty, and unleashed the gold stewing inside of her.

Thalia breathed a heavy, “Whew! Relief!” and slowly allowed her eyes to close as her immortal brian slipped into tranquility.

A shower of liquid sprayed from Thalia’s pussy and crashed down into the grass. The earth took in Thalia’s cargo, alleviating her tortured bladder.

As she peed, Thalia somehow found this situation comical. How? Why? She hadn’t a clue. But to think she came so close to wetting herself that she had to go behind the porta potty! Perhaps it is a goddess of comedy thing. Either way, Thalia erupted into laughter. She laughed and laughed so hard, she felt her sides sting. Nothing like a great pee to exercise the laughing box!

 

“Guess she couldn’t hold it,” Terpsichore stated.

“Neither can I!” Euterpe followed in Thalia’s lead and ducked behind the porta potty on the left.

“And then there were three,” Calliope noted, looking at Polyhymnia and Terpichore.

 

Euterpe lifted her periwinkle robes, squatted and… It was music to the music goddess’ ears. An enormous throrrrot was heard. Her urine sound was so distorted, likely from holding for so long. Regardless, it was most certainly the sound of a desperate urination. And as the goddess of music, Euterpe could safely say she had never heard anything so beautiful.

Euterpe saw colors. She could hear a choir singing in her brain. Such relief!

“Hey, Euterpe,” Thalia laughed. Squatting a mere five or six meters from Euterpe, Thalia waved.

“Hey, Thalia,” Euterpe was panting. She could feel the water level inside go down, slowly but surely. And it felt great! Euterpe wished she had her flute so she could play in tune with her urine sounds. That was a good idea, actually. When this was all over, Euteerpe would have to get desperate again and play along with her urination sounds.

“Hey, Euterpe,” called the giggly goddess of comedy.

“Yes?” replied the music goddess.

“I’m peein’,” Thalia twittered.

Euterpe rolled her eyes. But relief felt so good, she just had to smile at her sister’s silly behavior.

 

Five minutes left of intermission, Clio exited her stall, looking as cheerful as ever. “Who’s next?”

“I am!” Terpsichore pushed past Calliope. Polyhymnia moaned on the floor, but she was far too weak to stand, let alone fight.

“Kinda pointless now,” Calliope complained. “We only have five minutes left.”

“Maybe so,” Terpsichore snapped back. “But I’m gonna drain every last drop I can!”

“Hope you can stop, though,” Calliope warned.

Terpsichore knew her sister had a point. Given her godly bladder and how long she has held it, Terpsichore knew there was no way she would be able to unload all of her freight within five minutes. She probably wouldn’t even drain a quarter, But she also knew every drop she did get out would make her feel better. And if she couldn’t stop… She would figure it out then. Terpsichore was counting on voiding a good percentage of her bladder so she may continue on the rest of the concert. It was worth a shot. Better than todally pissing herself like poor Urania.

And so, the goddess of dance shut herself in the stall.

 

Terpsichore crashed down on the bowl, her pure white toga on her knees as her sphincter could no longer withstand the pressure and a river circulated into the toilet bowl below her.

Terpsichore buried her face in her knees, arching her back. She screamed into her toga. It just felt sooo good, she could not help it. A colossal weight was lifted from her. No better sound than that all too familiar, incredibly lovely riiisssh sound filled the porta potty.

Terpsichore was so overjoyed, she wanted to dance! And not the potty dance either! She was thinking more of an open turn with a pirouette with a lock step sprinkled in. It would be her victory dance. Because she made it! She knew she wouldn’t empty it all. Not by a long shot. But she was already feeling a lot better.

 

Three minutes left of intermission.

Clio went back to inform Apollo of their situation. Maybe he could extend the intermission for them. Didn’t hurt to ask.

Polyhymnia was now in a seated position on the grass. She rocked on her butt, moaning. Her face was beaded with sweat and her hands were so far in her neithers, they appeared to have vanished from sight. Polyhymnia’s face was beat red and she had long flowing rivers of tears from her eyes. Her skin was crawling and prickling with imaginary bugs. But Polyhymnia did not dare remove her hands to scratch her painful skin.

Calliope had thought she was desperate! But just looking down at her poor sister, she could sense she was on the verge of losing all control.

Polyhymnia opened her mouth and the largest, scariest, most powerful string of curses Calliope had ever witnessed came flying from her. Standing on one foot with a hand against her ladies, Calliope covered her mouth to hide a smile.

“Polyhymnia, are you sure you are the goddess of sacred poems and songs?” Calliope teased.

More curse words. “Screw it!” Polyhymnia squatted where she was. Yanking her crystal green toga up, she popped a squat and… PSSSSSSHHHH sounded her hot, heavy, stream of gold and pain. The stream was like a geyser. Too much pressure and it all popped out.

Polyhymnia was all curses and sweat. “That feels sooo fucking good! I never have had to fucking piss so bad in my Gods damn life! I was going to fucking barf from how badly I had to piss!”

“Glad you feel better,” which was more than Calliope could say for herself. Thalia and Euterpe were bad enough. But watching one of her sisters pee right in front of her, not even bothering to cover up… Calliope could feel all the nectar go straight from her kidneys to her bladder. If it wasn’t there already, that is.

Polyhymnia gushed for a very long moment. Then the stall door behind her tried to open, but it only bumped into the goddess of sacred poems and songs.
Melopeme was attempting to exit until she noticed her sister blocking the way.

“DON’T MOVE ME!” Polyhymnia uproar.

“Okay…” Melopeme made the wise decision to wait in her stall.

Great! Calliope thought to herself. Now Polyhymnia is blocking Melopeme, so I can’t pee! Just as well. Like I told Terpsichore, I wouldn’t have much time now anyway. Only two more minutes until intermission is up. Perhaps I can wait another hour…

Calliope knew her chances of that were unlikely. But she still had one last hope. Perhaps Clio would have luck with convincing Apollo to give them a few more minutes.

Eventually, intermission was up. Calliope feared they would have to return soon. Just at that moment, Apollo came racing down the hill with Clio in toe. Calliope crossed her fingers, begging the gods for good news.

Just as Apollo and Clio reached them, Erota exited her stall. After a twenty some minute piss, the goddess of love poetry looked a lot healthier.

“Guys, I am so sorry,” Apollo said. Not what Calliope had been hoping for, it sounded like. “But as I said, Zeus is growing rather impatient…”

“Tell Zeus to wait!” Polyhymnia wailed, mid stream.

Apollo flinched. Partly due to watching one of his muses pee before his very eyes. But mostly because no one spoke about the king of the gods like that.

“Why don’t you tell him that, Polyhymnia,” Apollo challenged. “I double dog dare you!”

Polyhymnia backed off. Polyhymnia wanted to finish her pee. But not that bad to stand up to Zeus. Polyhymnia muttered how her father was a pain in the neck.

“Hey, just like Zeus is all of your father, he is my father too,” Apollo pointed out. “No one knows how… Difficult he is, that I… But that does not change the fact he wants you all back right now!”

“Did you tell him of our… Situation?” Calliope asked.

“I did. He doesn’t care.”

“Of course not! Why would he?”

“Anyway, we must head back soon,” Apollo said as quickly as his voice would allow. “Who still has to go?”

“I am the only one who has not gone at all,” Calliope danced. “Polyhymnia just started a few minutes ago. Terpsichore is in the john now, going. And Thalia and Euterpe are behind the porta potties going right now.”

Apollo blinked. “Why didn’t you all pee outside from the start? I mean, no one else is around?”

“It was a last resort for some of us, Apollo,” Calliope snapped. “You know, peeing outside isn’t the easiest thing for a girl to do!”

“Riiiight,” Apollo repeated. “Why did you not just change form, though?”

“What?”

“Well, you are goddesses.”

“Right! As in female!”

“With abilities. Such as shapeshifting!” Apollo spelled out. “Why didn’t you just change into dudes to go?”

It was Calliope’s turn to blink in astonishment. Why hadn’t she thought of that from the start! How she would have loved to pee out here with a penis!

Calliope slapped her noggin in frustration.

“Didn’t think of it, did yeh?” Apollo asked smugly, with his arms crossed.

“No, Apollo, we did not think of it!” Calliope snapped back. “When your bladder is this full and messing with your brain, you don’t always think of stuff like that!”

Clio piped up, “As I say all the time, can’t undo the past. I know! I rule over history! That said…” Clio coughed into her fist and looked to the sun god. “What do we do?”

“I blame Hephestus!” Calliope cried.

“Hephestus? What did he do?” Apollo wondered.

“He only made three porta potties!” The goddess of epic poetry wailed. “Does he not realize us gods can store a lot in our tanks and hence take a while to alleviate ourselves?”

Apollo could not deny, Calliope’s surge of anger was scaring him slightly. And yet, he was also slightly turned on. “I’ll make sure Hephestus gets the massage,” was all Apollo said on that. “And PS, Calliope… You are hot when you get mad.”

“Shush!” Snapped the goddess of epic poetry. “Don’t be creepy, Apollo. This is why people assume Orpheus is our son!” This was a common misunderstanding. Everyone assumed the famous hero Orpheus is the son of Apollo and Calliope. This should be proven untrue given the fact that if two gods had a child, that child would be a god. But Orpheus walked among mortals as a demigod. Orpheus was Calliope’s son, and he was her pride and joy. But Orpheus’ father wasn’t Apollo. It was Oeagrus the King of Thrace. Orpheus was named after Oeagrus for crying out loud! Besides, if Orpehus was truly Calliope’s son with Apollo, that would make his marriage weird. Orpheus married Eurydice, daughter of Apollo. It would have been weird for him to marry his half-sister. Then again, it works for the gods. Why not demigods?

Still, with all of Apollo’s constant flirting, it was easy to see why people would mistake him for the father of Calliope’s child.

“We must return to the concert, huh?” Calliope squirmed, doing her best to let her anger at Apollo dissolve and to get back on track.

Apollo frowned. “Afraid so.”

“Ladies,” the epic poem goddess cried. “Pack it up. We have a second half of the performance to give!”

 

While Apollo apologized to the audience - mostly Zeus - for the delay, the muses came back together backstage. Calliope was still busy doing the full on potty dance. Polyhymnia was squirming slightly, but having gotten the initial pressure off, she wasn’t nearly as bad as Calliope. Thalia and Euterpe were right as rain! Both goddesses still had to pee, but having spent nearly ten minutes pissing a piece, they were doing much better and were fully confident that they could hold until the end of the concert. Terpsichore - just as she had hoped - got out a decent chunk of her bladder and would also be fine for the rest of the concert. The rest of the muses were one hundred percent voided and much happier and healthier. Urania had changed into a fresh toga she had gotten from her bedroom on Olympus via teleporting there.

“You could hardly see the wet stain since my togas are all black anyway,” Urania informed her sisters. “But it was all gross so I decided to change.”

“Good. That way they won’t smell the pee too,” Clio added.

“Sorry you wet yourself,” Erato said.

Urania shrugged. “Better than doing it on stage. Besides… It felt gooood!” Her sisters laughed. “But I kid you not girls, I spent eighteen minutes of intermission straight up pissing like never before.”

Her sisters gasped, muttering in shock. Eighteen minutes was rather long, even for an extremely full godly bladder. It wasn’t unheard of, but not super common either. It would be like if a mortal peed for five minutes. It can happen, but not super likely.

“For the gods’ sack, Urania,” Euterpe exclaimed. “Guess you really did have to go!”

“I still can’t believe I peed longer than Melopeme,” Erato stated. “I thought I had to go worse than I. But I was in that stall for several minutes more than she was in hers.”

“I had to piss!” Melopeme cried.

“Oh, and speaking of, I wrote a poem about the erotic feeling that comes with emptying a full bladder,” Erato mentioned. “Mind if I read it to you girls later?”

They all muttered happily in agreement.

“You wrote that on the toilet?” Thalia laughed, finding this - as well as most things - amusing.

“Sure did,” said the love poetry goddess proudly.

“Guys,” Calliope snapped, legs crossed. “Don’t mean to be a jerk, but remember… I haven’t peed at all! And I am trying not to think about it!”

“I hardly peed too,” Polyhymnia asserted.

Calliope huffed. “You were a straight waterfall for over three minutes, you’re fine!”

“That wasn’t nearly…”

Their argument was cut off as they heard Apollo call, “Once again, we have… THE NINE MUSES!”

 

Nine songs down and four left to go. The muses wondered if the crowd noticed they were a lot more energetic for the second half. Minus Calliope that is, who seemed much more frantic.

Calliope kept missing the high notes. She was too busy stumbling around to sing. Her mind was completely off her music and on the growing pain inside her pelvis. Her sisters did their best to hide this by forming a tighter ring around Calliope. Calliope feared the worst. She could barely think or sing. She may have to face a humiliating accident.

Song ten was down. Three left. Calliope could feel (whatever room remained inside her bladder) getting smaller and smaller with every passing moment. In panic, Calliope realized that her bladder was bulging far from her chest. She began to dread people asking her if she was pregnant afterwards. They probably wouldn’t because godly pregnancies are… Complicated.

Still, Calliope’s bladder was so large, it looked the size of a discus. And those things are massive! Her bladder was as hard as one too. In tehri tight circle, Calliope bumped into Urania and she almost screamed from the pain of the astronomy goddess pressing into her most sensitive of bladders.

Please bladder, just stay with me, Calliope begged silently. Only two more songs to go after this one. Please just hang on… But it was a losing battle. Assuming things ended happily, Calliope would have to write her urinary sphincter a poem after this, Cause today, it was a hero! Calliope doubted even Hercules could hold the weight of her bladder right now. Even Atlas would crumble at the sheer poundage she held onto. And his job was literally to hold the sky!

No longer thinking about it - as the epic poetry goddess had initially planned - was no longer an option. She was thinking about it! It was all she was thinking about! And that babbling stream in the distance was not helping! Nor was watching Poseidon make small waves from his trident as he swayed to the beat. And this movement certainly was not helping! Just the opposite in fact. Sure, dancing was mainly Terpschiore’s department, but all of the muses had to dance around to some extent. At the least, they had to bob up and down to their song. And with each step she took, Calliope was getting closer and closer to breaking.

Yet through all of this, Calliope didn’t do so much as squirt. But she felt it coming.

Song eleven ended. Two remained. Calliope doubted Zeus would allow them another bathroom break. Interestingly, Zeus was the first to suggest - rather threaten Apollo - into giving an intermission before. But that was to please Doris. The gods were big on guests. And this concert was in honor of Doris’ daughter who was getting married. Zeus only said yet to an intermission before to honor his guests. He would not allow one for Calliope’s needs.

Calliope was said to have the most beautiful voice in all of Greece. But with an excruciating full bladder, she sounded like a dying mule with allergies and was as graceful as one too.

As the twelfth song drew to a close, Polyhymnia’s bladder was also making its presence well known to her yet again. Thanks to those three moments of relief, Polyhymnia was able to ignore her bladder up until now. But now, the beast came back at her with full force. Polyhymnia followed in Calliope’s lead and began to stumble around as well. This was just perfect! Both of the two singers in the group looked as if they spent way too much time at Dionysus’ last shindig. Their sisters were forced to move in even tighter, now having to hide two desperate singers from the crowd’s gaze.

It felt like an eternity, the notes slowly passing by, but at long last, Calliope hit the final note. The crowd applauded.

Calliope could no longer stand it! She turned, hands grasping her goddesshood, and she bolted off stage. Seeing Calliope go, Polyhymnia decided it was safe for her to leave as well. So, she followed her sister off stage.

Calliope felt her hefty bladder jiggling as she hurtled off stage. Calliope could no longer move. It was on the brisk of escape. Calliope stopped, not caring who saw, yanked up her lapis colored toga and let loose. She didn’t even bother to squat.

A thick stream of piss shattered through the epic poetry goddess’ pussy lips. The stream broke apart upon exit and slid down her tall legs, connecting and intersecting like complex rivers as they feel to the floor. Calliope felt her toes get bathed in her bodily nectar before the piss made its final home in the grassy floor below her.

Polyhymnia, also having gotten tired of this, squatted down besides her sister, holding her crystal green toga firmly in both hands, bend her knees and aimed her vulva into the grass. Polyhymnia’s stream stormed past her labia and flew in a forty-five degree arch onto the earth behind the stage.

The goddesses hoped the earth mother, Gaia would forgive them. But this was an emergency!

The two sighed, relieved to finally unpack the discomfort that has been building inside for seven long days now. The rest of the muses gathered around to watch their sisters lose all control.

Now that she was a bit more calm, Calliope decided to try something she has always been curious about. She placed two fingers on either side of her vulva and pulled it upwards. The streams left Calliope’s legs (more or less) and Calliope aimed her pussy in front of her where her stream touched down into the soil.

Calliope smirked, wishing she did this an hour ago.

Apollo appeared. “Excellent show, ladies!” The sun god cried. “And no one is any wiser as to what happened here today.”

“Except Zeus,” Clio said.

“Right. Except Zeus.”

“And Doris,” added in Melopeme.

“And Doris.”

“And anyone Zeus and or Doris told,” Terpsichore put in.

Apollo hesitated. “I may have to do damage control,” he decided. “Take care ladies! Great performance!” And Apollo waved goodbye to his friends and returned to the adoring crowd.

“The girls and I are gonna head back to Olympus,” Terpsichore said. “After all, Thalia, Euterpe, and I still have some left in the tanks if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” panted Calliope. “See you there… Oh, and PS… I win!”

The muses muttered in confusion, glancing at one another to see if anyone understood Calliope’s last remark.

“I win,” the epic poem goddess repeated. “Our holding contest. I won. I was the last to pee.”

“What, no! I was the last to pee,” Polyhymnia hissed.

Calliope gave her sister a rueful look. “Sorry, sis, but no… You peed quite a bit before. While we were waiting, right before intermission ended.”

“Only for three minutes,” the sacred song and poem goddess argued back.

“Right, but you drained enough to allow you to carry on for an additional hour,” Calliope pointed out. “I didn’t let out a single squirt since this whole thing started!”

No one looked happy about it, they had to accept defeat and announce Calliope as the winner. It was strange. The muses had forgotten all about their silly contest. But now, the other eight were sad to have lost.

“I do have to hand it to you though, Calliope,” said Clio. “I have no idea how you managed to hold it the entire concert without even squirting! Even for an immortal, that is tough!”

“I told you girls,” Calliope winked. “I have the best voice and the best bladder!”

[rfthawne 65]

This was great!

[LngPeefan 44]

I wouldn't have been so bored studying Ancient Greek mythology had I known goddesses like Aphrodite possessed such urinary abilities. You have a fertile imagination and a wondrous ability for story telling.  

[pinecone 14]

What a wonderful story!!!

Could you make some more about the individual gods and maybe even other being such as  calypso and maybe even the heroes like Atlanta .

I personally liked the Artemis and Athena part the most 

[UrineLover1 823]

Hey everyone! Thank you all so, so much for the feedback and the wonderful comments! I am so happy this thread is so popular! I wrote a story about the charities, also known as the Graces, the goddesses of festivity, joy, and bueaty. They are some of my favorite mythological characters. Warning: This story contains female nudity/urination/desperation as well as (very little) masturbation, so if you are uncomfortable with any of those things, please do not read this story!

I also wrote several more stories about other minor goddesses like Iris, Hecate, Elithyia, Psyche, etc. Let me know if you want me to post those stories as well. (I probably will, lol!)

 

 

 

 

After downing gallons upon gallons of nectar, placing entire barrels of the delicious yellow drink into their systems, the three charities charged through the brush, desperate to find a place to relieve themselves.

There was Thalia the oldest, the goddess of festivities and banquets. There was of course Euphrosyne the goddess of laughter, cheer, and joy. And the youngest was Aglaea the goddess of beauty, glory, splendor, and adornment who was also the second wife of the forge god Hephestus.

The trio of sisters raced through the woods, grasping at their bare vulvas, and laughing as they went. The three sisters were completely and utterly nude. The charities - unlike the other gods - disliked clothing and found it restricting. They much rather would have their boobs bouncing freely below them and their vulvas licking the wind. Even as they lugged around bladders that weighed ten pounds a piece, the goddesses of cheer couldn't help but giggle and laugh. Although, that was probably on account of what they were about to do.

Falling against a tree, having been knocked over by her bladder, Aglaea squirmed and wiggled, her bare back digging into the rough bark. It was a cool day. The leaves rustled in the soft wind and Apollo’s sun chariot was as bright as ever. Birds chirped and reed pipes played over the hills. The charities could not have asked for a better day.

Bending her knees in and out repeatedly, Aglaea’s desperate gaze landed upon a clearing. The clearing contained a large pond and was secluded by a circle of reeds, tall thickets, and trees on all sides.

“Oh, ladies,” Aglaea giggled, calling to her sisters. “I think we found our spot.”

 

The three immortal ladies stood ankle deep in the water. The waves of the lake sent stabbing pain and a prickling sensation to the charities’ vulvas and bladders. The naked women jiggled in the lake, water splashing at their feet, their small breasts bouncing around, hands squeezing their small pussies for dear life.

The three graces stood side by side in the water. They stood oldest to youngest going from left to right.

“After that banquet of beverages, I’m bursting for a piss! Know what I’m saying,” Thalia giggled to her sisters.

“I know what you mean,” Euphrosyne exclaimed, moving her knees up and down so quickly, water splashed as high as her skinny thighs.

“I gotta tinkle so bad,” Aglaea whined, holding her lady bits with her hand bent at a funny angle while keeping her knee pressed straight into her vagina.

“Ready?” Thalia asked.

“Ready,” Euphrosyne agreed.

“Ready,” stated Aglaea.

Together, the three sisters instantly stopped squirming and dropped one hand to their sides and used the other to support their vulva into a pointed position. At the exact same time, three nearly identical trails of urine sped from the charities’ vulvas. Still standing, the charities’ urethras all widened allowing rivers of nectar to flow from their immortal bodies, shot in a slope through the skies, and crash down into the water below them. The trio sighed with bliss.

“I’m gonna pee the longest,” Aglaea giggled.

“We’ll see about that,” Thalia warned.

“I really had to go,” Euphorosyne laughed.

The three goddesses stood side by side as they allowed their bladders to drain straight into the lake water. The water rippled as three urine streams splashed against its surface.

With her free hand, Thalia rubbed her bulge like a mother expecting a child. Euphorosyne held her head back and whistled with joy. Aglaea moved her pussy lips around, making shapes with her urine in the water. Interestingly, despite drinking the approximate same amount, their streams were different shades. Euphroosyne’s stream was a deep yellow while Thalia’s was pale and Aglaea’s was as clear as water.

The three goddesses of cheer giggled as they gushed away their bladders’ burdens into the lake. The water rippled and a very loud gurgling sound was heard below them.

The charities stood in the lake peeing and peeing and peeing some more. At one point, Euphosyne’s stream stopped but she instantly restarted, giggling, “Oh, second wind incoming!”

A few more minutes of insane giggles, and a loud rumble was heard behind Aglaea. “Oh, my,” the goddess of splendor held a hand to her mouth, trying to appear embarrassed - even though she was not in the slightest.

“What’s wrong, Aglaea, ate too many beans!” Thalia laughed so hard, her stream rocketed to the opposite end of the pond.

“Hey, save distance for the next challenge,” Euphrosyne scolded between laughs.

The three graces happily peed into the water together. Between three very full godly bladders, the graces peed so much that the lake water itself became a vast shade of yellow. This only made the graces laugh even harder.

“You… You think we… We’re now standing in our own… Our own pee?” Aglaea laughed.

“Yep,” Thalia wailed. “Oh, man,” she wiped a tear from her eye. “Good times…”

Euphorsyne’s concentration was fixed on keeping her stream strong. The charities have been peeing for a very long time and their bladder bumps were pretty much gone at this point. Euphorsyne was the first to feel her bladder deflate back into a small pear shaped organ. The goddess of joy silently begged her bladder to keep peeing. Just a little longer. Her bladder just had to hold up. Euphorsyne refused to lose to her sisters! Euphorsyne knew she didn’t drink enough…

A couple minutes passed. Euphorsyne’s stream went on and off as the goddess of cheer struggled to drain as much as possible.

“Slowing down there,” Thalia laughed beside her.

“She’s almost out of ammo!” Aglaea wailed with excitement.

“No,” Euphorsyne denied what was obviously false. “I got loads more in the tank!”

“Uh-huh…” Aglaea muttered.

“We can literally see your stream ending,” Thalia cried. “We are standing right here, you know.”

“No, it isn’t,” fibbed Euphorsyne. Even as she said this, her stream ended. The goddess of joy quickly pushed down as hard as she could. A quick two second stream was ejected from her now fully voided bladder. Euphrosyne’s labia dripped away the final drops. And Euphrosyne lost the first game! “Blast,” cursed the goddess of joy before shaking her pussy dry and then stepping out of the lake.

This left Thalia and Aglaea, both of whom still had very strong streams.

Several more minutes passed by. While the two remaining contestants peed away their giant piss tanks, Euphrosyne lounged on a rock and played with her soft breasts, cupping each one in her hands and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Eventually, Aglaea gritted her teeth, grunting and groaning.

“Running low?” Thalia teased.

Aglaea felt her face go hot. She hates losing! Especially to her eldest sister. “No,” she lied.

“Then what’s with the look of concentration?” Before Aglaea even had a chance to answer, Thalia continued, “See, look at my face… I am perfectly relaxed because I know I have a lot left! Trust me, sweet heart, I do not need to worry about running out of this sweet, sweet nectar any time soon!”

Aglaea wished she had more hands so she could cover her ears. Thalia was just trying to get inside the goddess of glory’s head. But dread washed over Aglaea like her urine over lake water. The goddess of splendor was well aware that her bladder was almost dried up. She didn’t know how much longer she could pee. Yet, she continued pushing, praying Thalia would run low soon. But Thalia showed no signs. Thalia peed like a primordial god who held it in since the dawn of time. Aglaea begged her kidneys to add more fluids to her downstairs area. But by this time, it was more than likely all of the nectar she drank had already filtered through her bean shaped organs. Aglaea might lose…

And she did. Aglaea’s stream soon ended, her bladder was dry as a bone picked clean by vultures.

“Oh, well,” Aglaea put on her ‘gracious loser’ face. The goddess of glory placed a finger to her clit and began shaking. This did two things. One, it shook off the remaining drops of urine that still drip, drip, dripped from in between her thighs. And two, it turned Aglaea on.

Once her pussy was all dry (dry of urine that is) Aglaea returned to shore to get working on masturbating.

As Euphorsyne played with her tiny tits and Aglaea flicked her bean with all of her immortal strength, Thalia pissed like never before.

Thalia’s powerful jet of gold blasted down into the lake, lasting so long that Aglaea managed to cum… Twice. Thalia’s bladder had always been the largest! And this was the proof. Thalia’s steam soon ended and the final of the graces went to the lake bed to meet up with her sisters.

Euphrosyne lounged in the sun, twirling her long pecan hair. Aglaea sat criss-cross applesauce on a flat boulder, swaying back and forth with excitement.

“Looks like I won!” Thalia pumped her fists into the air.

“The first challenge, there are two more,” Euphrosyne added quickly.

“And I am looking forward to the next one,” Aglaea said.

The goddess of festivities rubbed her hands together. “I look forward to winning.”

 

Two weeks later, the graces crept behind some bushes. Apollo would be driving his sun chariot through the sky and would therefore be away from his archery range. It was daytime and the graces had the targets in sight. Time for the second challenge!

When they were sure Apollo wasn’t around, the charities emerged from their hiding spots. The three naked goddesses had three incredibly bloated bellies. Even as they ran, they heard distinctive sloshing sounds coming from their boiling hot bladders. But the three continued to hold back the flood. The graces had spent the past two weeks drinking as much water, wine, and nectar as their immortal bodies could stomach. They could barely hold back anymore. It was time to release the urine.

Once again, the three goddesses stood side by side going oldest to youngest, left to right. Standing before them were countless targets. Each grace stood before a target that had two other targets behind it, each one going at a farther ways away. The close target was ten meters away. The middle one was fifteen meters and the far one was twenty-five meters.

“Okay,” Thalia danced. “For this challenge, ladies, the goal is to hit the farthest target and get a bullseye. Whoever gets closest wins. It is also who hits the target first wins. And remember, it is not about distance, it is about aim. So, I hope your aim is true.”

“Thanks, Thalia,” Aglaea smiled.

“And of course, when I say ‘your aim is true’, I really mean mine,” Thalia snickered.

Euphrosyne happily hit her older sister across the arm.

“Okay,” Aglaea said quickly. “My bladder truly can’t hold any longer,” Aglaea felt her ocean of urine surge towards the exit and quickly wedged a hand between her slim thighs to stop it. “I just gotta let it out, girls.”

“Me too,” Euphrosyne agreed, moving her feet in careful patterns.

“Then, let the second challenge begin!” Thalia cried.

And with that, all three charities once again rested one hand at their side and used the second hand to pull their pussies higher. The trio took aim and fired.

Three long streams of piss rocketed from the goddesses’ genitals. Once again, their pee holes expanded and allowed long squirts of piss to exit. Given how much pressure the trio had on their bladders, it was no surprise that their streams were extra powerful. The three urine streams flew through the skies and sailed towards Apollo’s targets.

In the bright light of day, the graces once again noticed the differences in their streams. Euphrosyne’s stream was the clearest this time. Thalia’s was a tad darker and Aglaea’s urine was a bright yellow.

Euphrosyne’s pee river hit the bullseye of the closest target. Thalia’s steam hit the farthest northwest outer part of the middle target. Aglaea’s stream rained down on the magpie of the close target. The godly girls giggled and grit their gums in concentration.

The graces continued to adjust their streams accordingly. Thalia moved lower, allowing her urine to fall upon the inner circle of the middle target. Aglaea, meanwhile, decided not to waste time on the close target and instead arched her back and pulled her pussy, allowing her stream to shoot past the middle target. Aglaea’s fountain landed somewhere beyond the far target. The goddess of glory struggled to pull her steam back. That left Euphrosyne who was busy sending her urine stream to the middle target. Euphrosyne was determined to hit every bullseye, not just the far one. Euphrosyne’s stream landed in the grass beside her middle target. The goddess of laughter’s stream just fizzed on the ground until she manovered her labia to send her stream gushing straight onto the west outer ring of the middle target.

The goddesses spent several minutes as their bladders drained, dousing Apollo’s targets in piss.

Euphrosyne’s stream landed on the bullseye of the middle target and the laughter goddess moved onto the final target. Aglaea’s urine stream hissed straight onto the rubber of the western magpie ring of the far target. Thalia had managed to get her stream onto the far target. But Thalia ended up shooting her piss too far and was now unintentionally peeing onto a tree trunk over forty meters away. Too bad. If this was distance, Thalia might have this in the bag. But as it is, this is aiming.

The three continued peeing, allowing their bladders to reduce in size bit by bit. Thalia’s stream landed on the leg of the final target. Euphrosyne hosed down the southern outer circle of the final target. Aglaea tried to move her stream to the bullseye of the final target. The goddess of glory could smell victory! But unfortunately for her, she ended up moving her steam too far and it flew into the air, making an arch, and crashing to the ground beyond the final target.
The entire time, the three sisters stayed focused on their work. All three of them were extra tempted to look at one another to see how they were doing. But they refused to take their eyes off of their own stream for even a second.

Suddenly, Euphrosyne shouted, “Victory!”

Both Thalia and Aglaea’s heads snapped in the middle sister’s direction. Euphrosyne’s golden waterway was directly splattering against the bullseye of the twenty-five meter far target.

“No,” Thalia whined.

“You cheat,” cried Aglaea.

“Nope. Just got skill,” Euphrosyne smiled proudly as she held perfectly still and allowed the rest of her bladder to drain straight onto the final target of the range.

“Well, we may have lost,” Aglaea said. “But I am personally interested in seeing if I can beat the target.”

“Me too,” Thalia said. And so the sisters kept peeing.

Thalia soon ran empty and cursed, silently stepping away. Euphrosyne was the next to run out. The goddess of cheer emptied herself onto the final bullseye and left the range with a wide goofy grin.

Aglaea managed to place her stream onto the inner ring of the final target. But as she did so, her stream began to die down. The low pressure of the urine caused her stream to retract and soon Aglaea found herself peeing the final few drops of her bladder at her bare feet. Aglaea scratched her right boob and turned to follow her sisters, her pussy still dripping with piss.

The graces laughed and laughed.

“So, I won the first challenge and Euphrosyne won the second,” the goddess of festivities stated. “That just leaves one left. And it is arguably the most exciting of them all!”

On that note, the three charities skipped away, laughing, wondering if Apollo would return and be angry that his targets were covered in pee. Probably. They also wondered if Apollo could see them from his sun chariot. Also probably.

 

Two more weeks passed. Once again, the graces had spent those weeks drinking as many fluides as they could ingest. And now they all wanted out.
The graces came to another pond (not the same one they used as a toilet in the first challenge). The graces once again stood ankle deep in water. Just standing in the water was enough to send stabbing pains to their bladders that continued to request a nice voiding session. But the graces all denied their urge to micturate. Instead, the trio of sister goddesses stood in the water, their stomachs bulging so far past their faces, they could have been used as nightstands to hold glasses of water and lamps. The very thought made the trio tremble. The garces’ navels all stood out against the flesh of their fat tummies. Their bladders were as round as the wheels of a chariot and as hard as the skull of a giant. The trio quaked and wobbled around the water.

The three goddesses went extra heavy with the liquid intake over the past two weeks. While they held it for the same amount of time as the rest of their challenges, they drank nearly double the amount. Their bladders ballooned outwards. They felt as if all the pressure of all the world’s oceans was resting on their sphincter muscles. Perfect for the final game!

“Okay,” Thalia addressed her sisters, stumbling around the water. “For the final challenge, we hold and see who can last longest.”

“You forgot the best part,” Aglaea giggled.

“Right, we bounce against one another, trying to make each other lose,” Thalia grimaced from the weight she carried around inside.

“My bladder is so full,” Euphrosyne moaned, running her hands over her rock-hard bladder bulge. “Let’s do this!”

“And remember,” Thalia added. “No using your hands or your feet to knock each other down. Just your bladders,”

The three sisters began to circle each other like a gang of robbers attacking an innocent citizen. Then out of nowhere, they charged. Their six feet cut through the water, sending out small waves below their feet. Gallons of drink bounced inside their guts. The three graces met and rammed theri bladder bulges into one another. The three sisters feel back, grasping themselves in pain. They charged again, pushing their bladders into each other like a bladder version of a chicken fight.

The three colossal bladders banged back and forth against one another like billiard balls. The three goddesses moaned and placed firm hands in their goddesshoods before attacking again.

Aglaea bounced her bladder off of Thalia. Thalia fell back into Euphrosyne who smashed her bladder against Thalia’s. Thalia stumbled, the impact of her sister’s boulder-like bladder caused the goddess of festivities to leak a bit. Thalia - more determined than ever now - ran at Euphrosyne. Euphrosyne side stepped Thalia’s attack, allowing Thalia to run straight past her. Euphrosyne - satisfied with her moves - didn’t notice Aglaea advancing on her until it was too late. Aglaea’s bladder battered against Euphrosyne's. Euphrosyne managed to regain her footing and pushed back against Aglaea’s bladder with equal force. Euphrosyne and Aglaea both clenched their muscles with nothing but sheer will as their bladder bumps interlocked in competition. Aglaea and Euphrsoyne’s boobs also pressed against each other so each goddess could feel her sister’s nipples digging into her skin.

Thalia charged through the water, her feet moving in great strides as she brought her own bulge down upon her sisters. Thalia’s bulge was so great and she delivered such force that both of her sisters were knocked from their feet and flew backwards. Euphrosyne fell on her butt causing a wave of water to wash over her hair, face, legs, and bladder. Euphrosyne felt herself leak into the water from the impact. Aglaea meanwhile managed to steady herself, but she continued to wobble, not having the best footing.

Thalia flew towards Aglaea. Agleae finally managed to regain her footing and charged at Thalia. The two goddesses met, their bulges banged into one another, condensing each one. Thalia felt a dribble roll down her bare legs. The two goddesses backed up and then went at each other like a bullfighter and a bull. Their bladders collided and threw both graces back. Yet they charged at each other once more.

Still in the water, Euphrosyne lay on her side, allowing Thalia to trip over the goddess of laughter’s giant bulge. Thalia fell over Euphrosyne’s piss belly and crashed into the water, landing straight on her own bladder. Thalia’s bladder ended up getting sandwiched between the lake floor and Thalia’s weight. This pressure was enough to cause the goddess of festivities to leak a five second long urine stream.

Euphrosyne was back on her feet. Aglaea advanced on her. Euphrosyne played defensive, continuously moving out of Aglaea’s way. Feeling ready to leak herself, Aglaea took a pause to hold her hairless pussy. Euphrosyne took this as her opening and flew across the lake towards her younger sister.

Euphrosyne’s bladder rammed against Aglaea’s so hard, Aglaea flew backwards through the air. Aglaea being a graceful grace, managed to do a flip in the air and land on her feet. But twirling around as she did caused Aglaea’s pee contents to flip upside down and back again. Agleae squeezed herself, silently praying to her bladder to stay with her.

Thalia rose shakily to her feet. Thalia’s bladder was extra heavy now. The urine was so condensed inside, it hurt incredibly bad. But Thalia couldn’t lose. If she won this final game, she won the entire competition. She had to keep going!

Thalia stood trembling as Euphrosyne sprinted over the water towards her older sister. Thalia stepped to the side, trembling as she did so. Euphrosyne - anticipating this - also stepped to the side, allowing her bladder to sweep Thalia off her feet and cause the goddess of festivity to fall to the ground, water splashing around her for a second time. Euphrosyne went in for her final move.

Thalia lay on her back, her mountain of a bladder standing high up into the air. Euphrosyne lifted a foot and stepped onto her sister’s bulge.

“N… No feet, no feet!” Thalia cried, her voice trembling.

Euphrosyne smiled mischievously. “You only said we couldn’t use our feet to knock each other down. Well sis… You are already down for the count.”

Fear spread across Thalia’s mind. She was well aware that Euphrosyne was correct. The rules only said the charities could not use their hands or feet to knock each other down. But Thalia was already down.

Euphrosyne lowered her foot down. The pressure inside Thalia’s bladder shot as high as the god of air, Aither’s domain. Thalia’s face twisted in pain and agony as the pressure grew higher than the banquet goddess ever thought possible. Still, Thalia held on. Euphrosyne finished her sister off by lifting her second foot and placing that as far down into Thalia’s rock as possible.

The goddess of festivity felt her entire sister’s weight crushing her bladder. It was enough to cause Thalia to lose all control. A smile came across Thalia’s face as a yellow cloud appeared in the water below her. And if the graces looked carefully, they could see a swarm of bubbles leaving Thalia’s labia along with a massive stream that shot into the water before fading away. The yellow cloud moved outwards and Thalia moaned with bliss, a stupid smile on her face, her eyebrows relaxed as she emptied herself completely.

Thalia still gushing away, Aglaea snuck up behind Euphrosyne and slammed her in her slim and round buttocks with her own bulge. Euphrosyne flew off of Thalia’s bulge and landed a couple of meters away.

Aglaea wished she could roundhouse kick Euphrosye’s bladder to get her to go down. But using feet was against the rules. At least when it came to knocking each either down that is.

“Just you and me, Aglaea,” Euphrosyne challenged.

The two goddesses went back to circling each other while their sister peed and masturbated into the water. Aglaea had to take another quick break to hold herself and bend her one knee into her opposite knee pit.

“Looking desperate, Aglaea,” Euphrosyne taunted, intimidating her sister. . The laughter goddess kept her hands out in front of her, ready to block any attack. “I’ll bet you just crave to empty like Thalia’s doing!”

“It does feel good,” Thalia moaned, stroking her clit so hard, her stream flew across the underwater portion of the lake, making the yellow cloud grow and shrink.

Agleae bent down, grasping her aching vulva. “I can hold,” she said, hoping that was the truth. “Let’s go…”
And so, the two remaining charities charged. Their bulges bounced and bobbed off of each other. The two flew around the lake bed, their bladders striking against each other. The two remained locked, pushing their bladders back and forth like a tug-of-war. The two siblings bumped bladders with all their might.

“You gonna bust?” Euphrosyne teased, her face right up against Aglaea’s. Again, their small breasts pushed down against one another. “Huh, you gonna break?”

“Never!” Aglaea pushed with all of her strength and Euphrosyne stumbled backwards, water splishing and splashing around her ankles. Aglaea ran at her sister. The goddess of glory’s bladder met Euphrosyne’s bulge head-on. Euphrosyne closed her eyes and grit her teeth, wincing from the collision.
Before her sister had time to recover, Aglaea rammed herself into Euphrosyne again and again, pushing Euphrosyne farther back. Several small leaks and spurts escaped Euphrosyne’s clenched lips. Euphrosyne continuously worked to get her sphincter to seal itself again, but she was losing the battle with Aglaea and the battle with her bladder.

Feeling the temperate lake water below her, Aglaea got an idea. She pushed into Euphrosyne so hard that the goddess of cheer fell backwards. Aglaea lifted her throbbing pussy and careful only to let out a squirt, she allowed herself to leak. Aglaea’s stream rained through the air and landed against Euphrosyne’s fat bulge. Aglaea’s hot urine ran down Euphrosyne’s bump. The steaming warm urine pressed against her already blazing hot bulge made holding back the flood a nightmare for Euphrosyne.

Euphrosyne felt herself leaking some more cargo. She now had no choice but to double over and grab her labia in her tight fists. With Euphrosyne down, the goddess of glory went in for the kill. Aglaea bolted towards her older sister and punched her bladder bulge into her sister’s.

Euphrosyne felt her bladder beating against her sphincter. Her bladder pounded to be released. And as Euphrosyne felt Aglaea’s bladder thwack against hers, she slid back, not falling down, still standing, but sliding through the mud and water, Euphrosyne felt her bladder’s time was up. Euphrsoyne still stood doubled over, holding herself, as her dam burst. All the water, wine, and nectar the goddess drank voided into the lake below her. Countless streams gushed from the goddess of cheer’s lips down her legs and into the water below.

Euphrosyne allowed herself to fall down, giving into the weight of her bladder. Water splashed around the middle sibling as she sat in the water and a deep yellow cloud came from her vulva as well.

The goddess of joy felt waves of… Well joy washed over her. Euphrosyne’s relieving piss was the most euphoric feeling the goddess of joy and laughter had ever felt.

“I won!” Aglaea leapt into the air, but her pressurized bladder quickly made her regret that decision. “Right, sorry, bladder,” Agleae apologized to her bulge. The goddess of beauty then held her breathtaking vulva as high as it would go and peed standing into the lake below. The goddess sighed as ecstasy filled her mind. Ecstasy at her release but also ecstasy of the knowledge that she won this final challenge. The most powerful stream hissed from in between the thighs of the splendor goddess. Aglaea wished her husband, Hephestus could see this. Aglaea’s stream was even more powerful than Zeus’ lightning bolts. The relief felt good!

 

The trio of sister goddesses sighed of joy and laughed their heads off as they all drained their massively overfilled bladders into the pond. The goddesses peed for so long that it was night time by the time the last of them had finished.

The three naked goddesses regrouped back on shore, leaving the pond now tinted with a heavy golden shade of liquid.

“So much better,” Thalia moaned.

“What a relief,” Euphrosyne scratched her shiny butt cheeks.

Aglaea just passed gas again and giggled.

“So, I peed the longest,” Thalia said.

“I had the best aim,” Euphrosyne said.

“And I beat you both in a bladder fight,” Aglaea said.

“So…” The three goddesses looked at one another before saying in sync, “I guess we all win!” They laughed and hugged each other, pressing their wet naked bodies against one another.

Suddenly, someone emerged from the bushes. It was Aphrodite the goddess of love and beauty. “There my handmaidens are,” Aphrodite cried. “I’ve been searching all over for you three. I have a date with this handsome mortal shepherd named Anchises in a few hours and I need to look hot! Well, I am already hot, but… I need you three to do your thing.”

As Aphrodite’s handmaidens, it was quite literally Thalia, Euphrosyne, and Aglaea’s jobs to fix Aphrodite up for any and all dates she had. (And she had a lot of them!)

“Shepherd?” Thalia asked. “Really?”

“We mean no offense,” Euphrosyne went on.

“But that doesn’t really seem like your type of dude,” Aglaea finished.

“Yeah, well, Zeus is all pissed off that I always mess with his love life, so he had Hermes steal my girdle… You know, the one that makes people fall in love with each other. Well, Zeus made me fall for Anchises.”

The graces looked on to one another then back at their boss.

“You know this information and you’re still in love with Anchises?” Thalia asked, confused.

Aphrodite shrugged her sexy shoulders. “Even I cannot resist the powers of my girdle. Besides, trust me ladies, Anchises may be a shepherd, but he is one hot hunk of man,” the goddess of love smacked her lips. “Now come, girls. I need my hair done, my make-up done, I need some clothes… Why is that lake yellow?”

Aphrodite stared through the darkness of Erebos at the yellow pond.

“Um… Lacus the goddess of lakes is trying something new,” Euphrosyne lied.

Good enough for Aphrodite, Aphrodite led the charities back to Mount Olympus. As Aphrodite went on and on about all the work she needed done and how little time she had to do it, the three charities turned to one another and covered their mouths to keep from laughing.

[pman76 18]

this is glorious 

[gfaroank 17]

It's amazing. It's an unparalleled novel.

[pinecone 14]

amazing

[heygirlhey 2]

I love this. PLEASE add some male omo stuff with the gods, possibly femdom?? 🙏

[Neetly2 8]

Fantastic. 

I'm unironically learning about characters from mythology I didn't know existed through these stories. 

[Temple 8]

WIll you be making stories about other mythologies?

[LOLC2k 188]

These are awesome. Never enough desperate goddesses!

[UrineLover1 823]

This next story is about the minor goddess Hebe goddess of youth and servants. She was also the cupbearer to the gods. Let the record state that in actual mythology, Hebe had tripped and spilled nectar everywhere. Angry at her. Zeus fired Hebe and replaced her with the handsome mortal prince Ganymede. That being said, Hebe is one of my favorite goddesses and I like to believe she eventually became cupbearer to Olympus again. Given Hera's temper toward her husband's lovers, Hera probably discovered Zeus was having an affair with Ganymede and she likely killed him. Therefore, Hebe would have then been asked to return to her post as cupbearer.

Anyway here's the story. Enjoy! 🙂

 

 

 

 

“HEBE!!! WHERE IS THAT NECTAR?!?” Zeus’ voice bellowed from the other room.

“C… Coming Lord… Father… Zeus…” Hebe tried her hardest to keep her voice from trembling. But it was difficult when she was in such dire need of… Answering the call of Gaia, mother earth.

The goddess of youth mumbled and grumbled under her breath. She leaned against a table and her legs kept kicking out behind her. Hebe tilted an overflowing jar, sending golden nectar pouring from the spout into a goblet. The task was torture! Not only did Hebe have to watch and listen to the flowing of liquids, but it just had to be a liquid that resembled urine! Why couldn’t the gods drink water for once? At this point, Hebe may prefer to handle that substance instead. At least it isn’t that dreaded color yellow…

“HEBE! WHERE IS THAT NECTAR!” Zeus shouted again.

“About to be in my toga,” Hebe huffed, wrapping her fingers around her crotch.

“I AM GROWING IMPATIENT!” Zeus thundered.

“You don’t say,” Hebe quietly cursed the lightning god. Hebe stacked her trays high with heavy goblets of golden juices. She then placed each tray on her shoulders, and wobbling like she was on the Argo, Hebe stumbled into the dining area.

Gathered around a massive table sat the Olympian gods. Still struggling to stand still, Hebe maneuvered herself down the table, setting down a goblet in front of each god. Just holding the sloshing cup of yellow made Hebe need to clench her muscles with extra force. The youth goddess could feel the coldness of the nectar on her sweaty palms as she handed each god in turn their goblets.

“Finally,” Zeus grunted. Sitting on Zeus’ left was his wife, Hera. On his right was Zeus’ own son, Hercules (also known as Hebe’s husband) the god of labor.

“What took you so long,” Zeus demanded, his eyes glowing with untapped rage. “You know, dear daughter, when I fired Ganymede as cupbearer to the gods, and replaced him with you,” the way he said you sent shivers down Hebe’s spine. “I expected you to be twice as diligent as he was,” Zeus grunted.

“I thought you fired that mortal for me,” Hebe scowled.

“Yes, yes,” Zeus waved her aside.

“Give her a break, father,” Hercules said in his wife’s defense. “It is not my wife’s fault she is slow. Perhaps Ganymede should give her pointers.”

Hebe muttered so quietly no one heard, “Thanks a lot, babe.” Hebe knew she could always count on her husband to rescue her. She didn’t know what she was expecting. Hercules had a way of pretending to aid her, only to take his snooty father’s side in the end. Hebe often felt he did it to hurt her more than help him.

Hera fired an angry look to the god of labor. “I think not,” the family goddess spat. “I do not wish any of my husband’s… Lovers… To ever visit Olympus again! It is bad enough you are here, my husband’s son with another woman!”

“Agreed… It is bad enough I have to see you every day,” Hercules retorted.

Hera came back with a comeback and then Hercules. The argument flew back and forth between the two like arrows firing at enemy lines. The other gods just watched, some chanted. Yep, a normal Olympian family dinner all right.

Dionysus raised his wine glass - unlike the others, he wished for wine, naturally. Dionysus cheered on one of Hercules' insults. The wine god then held back his head.

Hebe - having finished pacing out drinks - was free to squeeze herself behind one of the serving trays she used as a shield. Hebe’s bright blue eyes filled with agony as she was forced to endure watching Dionysus’ red wine spill on the table. The liquid splashed around like water from a crinkled-up watering can.

Hebe wanted so badly to excuse herself. But she knew she was unallowed. As the god’s cupbearer, the youth goddess was forced to stay for the entire meal. Mostly because she was required to pass out the food as well as drink.

Hebe held her eyes shut, interlocking her slim fingers around the crotch of her toga. She held the tray upwards so no one could see her desperate attempt at staying dry.

Hebe could feel her bodily nectar shift around inside. This is what she got for putting off going to the bathroom for nine days. The Olympian family was demanding. Hebe rarely had time to herself. Even more rare was getting a chance to alleviate her needs. Hebe did not dare ask. Especially during supper. Truth be told, Hebe would have found it difficult to ask anyway. She was far too embarrassed to have anyone know what was going on down in her pelvis.

“I shall be back with the meal,” Hebe said, cutting off one of Hera’s comebacks. And then, swiftly, Hebe made her way back to the kitchen, clutching both serving trays as tight as she could.

If the family suspected something, they said nothing. Probably for the best knowing this family!

Hebe spent the next several minutes preparing the main course. All the cooking was done by the nature spirits. All Hebe had to do was put the food on trays and carry them out to the gods. But given the vast amount of gods, she was expected to serve, the youth goddess had to fill up several trays and take several trips.

As Hebe placed the food onto the trays, she secretly pee-pee danced to her heart’s content, taking pride in no one seeing her. Hebe constantly grasped at her crotch, kicked her legs behind her, clawed at her toga, anything and everything to keep the floodgates closed.

As she squirmed, Hebe was vaguely aware of two new arrivals entering her kitchen. Hebe knew who they were immediately, and any doubts on the matter were instantly cleared when she heard the phrase, “Hi, mom,” coming from Alexiares. Standing directly behind the goddess of youth were her twin sons, Alexiares and Anicetus.

Now Hebe had to be extra careful not to squirm. She didn’t want her adult sons to know what was going on with her, that she was one wrong move away from having a godly-sized bathroom accident. Granted, the twins were adults now, but still, they would always be Hebe’s boys.

“H… Ho… Hi, boys,” Hebe was well aware of the shakiness of her breath. She prayed to all the gods her sons did not notice. Hebe kept her legs crossed in front of her. She swallowed, sweat leaking down her cheeks.

“We just finished our shift guarding Olympus. And we wanted to see if you needed a hand,” Anicetus said.

Hebe felt herself get extra warm inside. And not just from her overfilled urinary bladder. Hebe had the best sons! They were constantly looking out for her and always wanted to be of assistance. There were times Hebe thought Alexiares and Anicetus were the only gods in all of Olympus that cared for her. But at the end of the day, Hebe just needed her boys.

“I… I’m okay, boys,” Hebe insisted.

“You sure, mom,” Anicetus challenged. “You look awfully sweaty and shaky.”

“Are the gods overworking you again?” Alexiares made a face that told Hebe he was ready to pound some immortals.

“N… No… I’m fine,” Hebe insisted. The youth goddess lifted a tray packed with food. That’s when she was hit with a sudden jolt of her blasted pee pouch.

“Oh!” Hebe wailed. The youth goddess stumbled. The tray almost crashed to the floor. Fortunately for Hebe, her sons were as light on their feet as the charities.

Anicetus lunged forward and caught the tray before it crashed to the ground. Alexiares, meanwhile, grabbed his mother and helped her stand up straight.

No matter how hard she tried, Hebe’s willpower gave out and she grasped her throbbing vagina through her toga. Hebe whimpered, her eyes glittered with tears.

Anicetus set down the golden plate of food. “Mom, are you sure you are okay?”

“You look like you have to…” Alexiares’ voice trailed.

“HEBE!” Zeus’ powerful roar shook the building. Hebe could feel her ocean of urine serging towards the exit. Zeus’ shout scared Hebe into nearly losing cargo.

Hebe could no longer resist… She held herself with both hands. Against all odds, Hebe managed to keep herself closed. Not a single drop leaked… But it was about to. Hebe’s lip was curled into her mouth. She bobbed up and down like a ship. Her face was a mix of sweat, tears, and redness. Her eyes bulged. As did her bladder. Hebe’s bladder extended past her waistline and bulged over her toga.

Alexiares rested a hand on Hebe’s shoulder. “Mom…” His voice was as soothing as Pan’s bedtime music. “Do you need to… You know…”

Hebe felt ridiculous having her sons tell her when it was time to go. But she couldn’t lie to them. Especially now that they knew the truth anyway. Unlike their father and grandfather, Alexiares and Anicetus weren’t dumb. Hercules wasn’t that dumb, he was just a pain at times…

Hebe reluctantly nodded. “I haven’t gotten a break in days… And I have just been putting it off because it will take forever to empty, but…”

The twins exchanged looks. They had the task of assisting their mother down to a science. The twins knew exactly what the other was thinking and they leaped into action. Anicetus snatched the tray of food and rushed it out to the gods. Alexiares, meanwhile, placed a gentle arm around his mother and whispered to her gently, “Come on, mom, I got you,” and began guiding his mother away.

Hebe wanted to thank her sons, but she had to piss so badly, she feared if she opened her mouth, urine would tumble out.

Unfortunately, the closest bathroom was on the other side of the dining hall, meaning Hebe and Alexiares would have to go past the other gods.

“Anicetus,” Zeus was saying as Hebe and Alexiares emerged from the kitchen area. “What in my name are you doing serving the food!” Zeus’ stormy eyes landed on Hebe. “Hebe, get over here and…”

“Mom’s on a break,” Anicetus said flatly, setting a plate of rolls down in the center of the table.

“Break!” Zeus scoffed. “Says who?”

“Says us,” Anicetus set a plate of steak down before Athena. Alexiares and Anicetus may fear Zeus - like mostly everyone - but there were three things the twin sons of Hercules and Hebe cared about: Guarding Olympus, guarding the mortal world, and guarding their mother’s well-being. When any one of those three things were threatened, Alexiares and Anicetrus were fearless.

“Excuse you,” Zeus grumbled. “You do not have authority to…”

“You do not have the authority to force our poor mother to work for nine days and nine nights,” Anicetus’ rage turned towards Zeus.

“Watch your tongue,” Zeus warned.

Hebe wanted to silence her son. She didn’t want him to be at the wrong end of Zeus’ lightning bolt. But at the present moment, Hebe’s brain was so waterlogged with urine, she could barely think.

Anicetus then did something that no one has ever done to the king of Olympus. He made a fist. That was it. He made a fist. He didn’t punch Zeus or even advance toward him. He just held up his fingers enclosed into a ball. Zeus stared at Anicetus and Anicetus stared back at him.

Zeus finally backed down and grunted towards Hebe, “Five minutes.”

“She’ll return when she pleases,” Anicetus’ face filled with fury. Zeus didn’t respond. Even Zeus was smart enough not to mess with the twin sons of Hercules when their mother was concerned.

Some of the gods glimpsed at Hebe as she stumbled across the floor, Alexiares helping her stand. Hebe had no choice anymore but to squeeze her privates and waddle like an elderly. Alexiares glared at the onlookers. That was enough to cause the gods’ gazes to break and they quickly returned to their meals. Hebe was so foolish not to go to her sons from the beginning. If she had, she would have gotten a break nine days ago!

While Anicetus continued to pass out the main course, Alexiares managed to get his mother past the monster-sized dining table and they started down the hall.

Hebe kept fumbling and slipping over her bare feet. She knew if Alexiares wasn’t here, she would surely fall. Hebe kept a hand bunching up her toga and allowed all of her weight to go against her adult son. They were halfway down the hall when another urge, this the worst one yet, collided with Hebe and caused her to fall over. Alexiares held her in place, holding onto his mother tighter than ever before. Hebe could feel the wave of urine washing over her, banging against her sphincter so hard, it was like holding back an army of Minotaurs.

“I… Can’t hold it…” Hebe whimpered, tears streaming her face like rainwater through a leaky roof.

“We’re almost there,” Alexiares said. Hebe noticed how calm her son sounded. That made her feel calmer as well. On the bright side, Hebe knew, even if she did have an accident, the other gods wouldn’t dare make fun of her or risk suffering the wrath of her angry, strong sons.

Hebe could no longer separate her calves, even for a second. Hebe’s only option left was to limp forwards at a tortoise’s pace. Hebe could quite literally feel her youth draining away as she placed all of her energy into holding back the torrent of nectar that wanted so badly to exit her system.
At long last, Hebe and Alexiares made it to the open restroom.

“Are you okay from here, mom,” Alexaries asked.

Hebe gave a weak nod. She then hobbled into the bathroom. Alexiares gently closed the door behind her and then processed to stand guard.

Hebe had the toilet in sight. In a rush of excitement, a small dribble of three or four drops spilled into her toga, instantly getting absorbed by the fabric. Hebe took two great steps, feeling her sphincter give in, Hebe pulled up her toga and her sphincter relaxed and her pee hole expanded open. She didn’t even have time to properly sit down before a geyser of hot yellow piss fired from her divine cooch and psssshhhed into the bowl. Hebe stood above the toilet for a second, peeing like a man as she panted and huffed. The goddess of youth slowly lowered herself down onto the toilet. Sitting the wrong way on the bowl, Hebe held her toga in a heap against her breasts and gushed her bladder away into the bowl.

Hebe laid her head against the wall and moaned again and again. The youth goddess could feel her golden juices blasting away, liters at a time. Sweat dripped down Hebe’s chin and her eyes watered with relief and with dust from the back of the toilet. Hebe’s bladder drained and the youth goddess felt ready to scream with joy.

 

\Hebe’s mind, filled with endorphins, was quite disappointed with the initial sensation of blessed, long awaiting relief that died down and was replaced with a mediocre pee. Hebe sat on the back of the toilet peeing for the gods know how long! Hebe drummed her fingers on the back of the bowl in boredom. She spread her legs even farther and took comfort in watching a thick stream of piss jet itself from in between her wrinkled labia and splash down into the toilet, the water having gone bright yellow from her stream.

The toilet automatically flushed several times, but Hebe just kept filling it back up easily. The youth goddess’ face returned to its former beautiful self and her bladder bulge had ceased to exist… For now anyway.

Hebe looked up, feeling her stream slowly dribble away. She pushed, forcing out one last strong squirt, and then the stream stopped. Hebe waited for a second, listening to a soft drip drip as the last drops rolled down her pussy into the water. Hebe wiped herself with a clay shard and then stood, adjusting her toga.

Hebe flushed and exited the bathroom.

 

“Feeling better?” Alexiares kept his arms crossed, standing in the exact pose he used to guard Mouth Olympus. Hebe loved her sons’ ‘Don’t mess with me’ looks.

Hebe wrapped her arms around her son, and he held her back. Hebe was a head shorter than her twin sons. It was strange having children that were taller and stronger than you. “Thank you, baby, I am much better,” Hebe sobbed.

Anicetus appeared.

“Let me guess,” Hebe wiped away her tears. “Zeus is angry with me?”

“Not if he knows what is good for him,” Anicetus replied. “I just passed out dessert. That should keep the gods busy for a while.”

“Desert?” Hebe’s face went red again. “How long was I in there?”

The twins turned to one another, silently debating on how to answer their mother’s question.

“A half-hour,” Alexiares stated.

“A half hour!” Hebe wailed. That was a long urination, even by godly standards.

“Mother, if Zeus refuses to give you a break again,” Anicetus began.

“I tell my sons,” Hebe smiled.

“You tell your sons,” the twins agreed together.

“And we will take care of it,” Alexaires finished.

Now Hebe did cry. Between the relief her bladder felt and her sons always having her back, Hebe could not help but wail like the Algea - the personifications of sorrow. Hebe’s sons hugged her, comforting their bawling mother. Hebe held her sons, knowing this was the best feeling in the world.

On 3/24/2023 at 10:07 PM, heygirlhey said:

I love this. PLEASE add some male omo stuff with the gods, possibly femdom?? 🙏

Unfortunately, I haven't yet done many stories like this. I did however do one story where Hermes (the god of messages is urinating) and his wife, Peitho (goddess of seduction) grows male genitals to allow her to pee in the sink. I plan on posting this story at a later date. This is sadly the only male/femdom story I have done as of now. But I can do some more if you like!

On 3/28/2023 at 5:39 AM, Temple said:

WIll you be making stories about other mythologies?

I certainly can if you are interested! I was planning on doing a story with Bastet and maybe Isis from Egyptian mythology. But I want to post all of my greek mythology stories first lol!

[warham1995 455]

what about Norse myths?

[UrineLover1 823]

4 hours ago, warham1995 said:

what about Norse myths?

I might do some Norse. Amy specific gods/goddesses you had in mind?

[warham1995 455]

how about frigg and freya seductively asking  thor to not let them pee when they are at a dinner at odin's palace.