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Love your style @LadyRain. If that was your tissue that you discarded into the box, that's hot too. I have peed in a storage unit before. You can find the post about it here: That post describes the first time I peed there, but I did also pee on the floor in various rooms there on several later visits. There are also several posts on the forums by others from peeing in storage units. Simply search for "storage" in the search bar and you'll find them. -
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Part III Word had thoroughly spread of the basement becoming the secondary ‘bathroom’; guests are seen swarming in and out from the corridor. Many of them were fed up from the long wait times for the official toilet, of which the queue gradually became shorter as people looked for alternatives, although even the basement became too crowded. With each successive bottle of alcohol Zhori and Abbie consumed, they quickly need another diversion to the basement. Which was becoming much more difficult to do… The strong aroma of piss is immediately picked up from the corridor. Acting as a beacon from outside of the room. Inside, past a rush of others heading out the door, there’s the sight of men and women pissing in any free space they could. Many of them in groups, chatting to each other as they carelessly soak whatever is unfortunate enough to be nearby, conversations such as “I was about to burst!” and “Who the fuck thought a single toilet would go well?” are overhead amongst them. There are also those on their own, having nipped off for a quick pee, choosing wherever is free to unload their bladder, even if it meant soaking the hosts' valuables. A roll of toilet paper has even been placed nearby, prompting guests to take some as they enter. Even if most would overcompensate and take too much. Shown by the large piles of discarded tissue thrown into the cardboard boxes and gathering on the ground. Many are stained yellow as they get rinsed by litres of piss. The congested drain from earlier has been blocked by rubbish and the aforementioned tissues, a large pool surrounding it as everyone's urine has no way of being removed. With the constant, torrential rainfall seen for the past hour, it has covered the entirety of the concrete surface, a shallow puddle forming beside the most used parts of the basement. Evidently seen as a brunette fires a jet of piss onto the well used concrete, causing a ripple along the floor as she contributes her bladder into the ever growing puddle. It’s evident no one cared about the condition they left the basement in. With the horrendous queue for the restroom, it’s no wonder one would prefer to get back to partying the fastest way possible. Prioritising their own convenience over the consequences of inundating an entire place in piss. Besides, everyone else is doing it… “Eww, you can’t expect me to pee here!” Abbie exclaims to her friend, as she stands by the last step. Only now realising the state of the basement. Zhori rolls his eyes. He steps onto the floor, his shoes squelching as they compress the thin layer of urine coating it. Nearby a couple yoga mats had been stored in one of the hosts' cardboard boxes, the fox immediately grabs them to lay onto the puddle in front of the step. Its thickness creates an island from the heavily stained floor, as the base lightly soaks in the surrounding piss. “Any better?” He asks. “No! This place has gotten disgusting.” “You want to ‘go’ somewhere else, huh?” Zhori smirks, already preferring the idea of spreading out his mark within the house. Abbie nods, desiring somewhere quieter to take care of her need. Just as the two turn to leave, Abbie rips off a generous amount of tissues from the roll beside her. One of the groups followed what the fox had done with the yoga mat. Inspiring them to search for whatever they could to create a bridge upon the floor, chucking pieces of cardboard onto the ground and even old clothes to save stepping into the puddles. “Guess we’ll check upstairs? It has to be quieter up there.” Abbie says as they re-enter the living room, the sight of the queue immediately removes any remaining thought of waiting in it. Becoming especially adamant to avoid the toilet, she’s too used to the convenience of breezing past lines and using the first secluded spot she finds. “Sure, fuck waiting in line.” The stairs to the first floor are luckily close by. Together they walk through the crowded living room, passing the line of desperate guests waiting at the house’s only restroom. One of them speaking to their friend as they bounced on the spot: “I really need to piss, but that basement’s way too busy!” “What if we just find somewhere else? We can’t be the only ones…” The roar of partying guests from the living room faded as they ascended the stairs. Being presented with a much more quiet corridor with various doors on each side, there are only a couple guests up here, hanging around outside some of the doors. The fox’s nose frantically twitched, drawing his attention to one of the doors on the right, which is already partially opened. Inside is a very ordinary bedroom, unoccupied. Fitted with a fluffy absorbent carpet and other furniture you’d expect to see. Such as a cupboard and a fully exposed clothes rack occupied with a selection of apparel. With a modest queen sized bed to the side. There’s a faint scent of pee present already, but the room’s clearly been underutilised. “Well? Good enough for you?” “It’s so cozy! And we get it all to ourselves.” “Yeah, for now.” Abbie chuckled as she ducks beside the bed to squat over the carpet. Zhori steps close to the dry clothes rack as he flops out his member, appalled by its stench of detergent, he knew he could grant it a much more pleasant smell. The collie floods the carpet below with her piss, gritting her bottom lip as she revels in relief. Already the carpet is a better urinal than the drab concrete floor of the basement; eagerly soaking in Abbie’s piss whilst a dark patch forms underneath. She looks up to see her friend's side, her eyes catching his flaccid cock joining in. Said stream is partially visible as it instantly collides with the fabric. “I missed pissing on carpet… I hate when my legs get splashed.” Abbie sighed, the weight from her bladder finally lifting. The fox took the opportunity to sway his cock across the dangling items of clothing, starting to weigh them down as they continue absorbing his piss. Zhori ‘carelessly’ left the door slightly opened, enticing one of the party goers to check out the room. “Oi lads, this room’s free!” A group of 5 rowdy guys rushed inside, already undoing their trousers as the bedroom began to transform into the next urinal for the party. One of the lads steps beside Zhori, pointing his own uncut cock towards the yet untouched part of the rack. Immediately he hoses down the dry clothes, unintentionally assisting Zhori with his task. The other men had chosen various parts of the room to piss in, most were spraying down the wall side by side one another as they cheered, with the last having cheekily drawn out a cupboard drawer to piss inside it. “Dunno how the host hasn’t caught on. His house is getting trashed!” The fox glanced over, seeing the inebriated party goer absolutely drenching the fabrics with him. Surprised that he’d both join in, let alone strike up a conversation. This is his type of crowd. “Not sure who the fuck he is anyway. Not like I was invited.” “Bro, same! We’d all be stupid to pass on the free drinks.” The lad offered his fist out to Zhori, while not used to the gesture, he couldn’t turn it down. With a grin the fox bumped it using his free hand, the other still preoccupied aiming his cock, which was busy soaking the woollen jumper in front. So weighed down in pee, some clothing leaned to one side, profusely dripping onto the carpet below. Beside the bed, Abbie watched as she saw the room fill with desperate guys, the noise from the party drowned out from the hissing and sighs of relief. Below her, the carpet struggled absorbing the contents of her bladder, the dark patch having grown significantly. She prepared the tissues she took from earlier, not bothering to rip off a single square. As she feels her stream wain in strength, she notices the boys in front still blasting the clothes rack with force. With a firm wipe against her crotch, she discards the tissues below onto the carpet without a thought. Zhori notices his friend finish peeing, whilst his own bladder also nears empty. “Gimme a sec, Abbie.” The stream from his cock reduces to droplets. As a final act, he grabs the fabric of a yet unsoaked clothing item, and dabs it over his wet foreskin. “Hope you guys enjoy the party.” The fox says, grinning as he looks over to the lad he talked with a minute ago, as he replies: “You too, mate!” Both of them depart the bedroom, the corridor itself seemed slightly livelier than it did when they first arrived; various chatter and dubious noises are heard within the doors, as party-goers migrate from the trashed basement to find a cleaner, queue free place to piss. “Why not just piss here?” One especially drunk guest proclaimed. Standing against the wall of the corridor in sight of everyone to carelessly whip out his cock, spraying the wallpaper with his alcoholic piss. Such a brazen action encouraged another desperate guy to join him. Abbie tutted, playfully muttering ‘Guys, right?’ to Zhori. Another guest looked in disgust as they entered one of the other bedrooms, as a woman nearby stood with her body angled towards a potted plant. Slurring “We can do it too!” Before peeing precariously out her short skirt onto it. Well, at least mostly onto it… With the alcohol still in abundance downstairs, one can wonder just how crazy the party will become, if this becomes normalised. -
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