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features peeing in a semi-public place; in a container
Burgers, she just had to be craving burgers. Clary and Izzy both had been craving them, but Izzy drew the short straw. She had to go pick them up.
She pulled up to the fast food resturant and she sighed, the drive thru was so damn long. The line was backed up well into the parking lot. Usually in this situation she would just go inside, but the dining room was closed. Fuck. Drive thru it is then. She joined the line and sighed, shifting her car into park. It was going to be a long wait. She cracked her window and took a sip out of her water bottle, it was so hot out. But nothing she couldn't handle in her shorts and crop top.
As the line slowly started to inch forward, she finished her bottle of water. And she was still so thirsty.
But she also felt a small tug in her bladder at the same time.
She shifted slightly in her seat, scooting her car forward before putting it in park again. It felt like she hadn't moved at all and as she checked her clock, it had already been 20 minutes. What the hell? Why did so many people need fatty food right now?
She was starting to get a little despirate, but there was no where she could get out of line. She was boxed in. She had to finish this out.
But that realization made her realize how much she truely had to go.
Her need went from 5 to 9 almost immedately and she groaned, pushing her hair back. God she had to go.
She shifted in her seat again, pressing her thighs together. As long as she could stay like this, she would be alright. But right as she got comfortable, the line moved forward again. Dammit. She spread her legs and pressed down on the gas, moving forward barely an inch. She's getting so close to the speaker, but so far. She slipped a hand between her legs, pressing hard against her crotch. If she could just keep it in, that'd be great. But she didn't know how much longer she could hold on. The line jumped forword and she smiled, finally getting up to the speaker.
"Yes, I'd like two double burgers, one with no tomatoes and one with no pick- oh," she gasped, pressing harder against herself. She leaked a little, she felt it. It wouldn't be enough to show up on her shorts, she knew that, but it made her realize just how close to the edge she was. Fuck. "No pickles," she finally finished, closing her eyes for a moment.
"Fries and drinks?" the man over the speaker asked and she had to grip her thighs together tighter, the last thing she wanted to think about was drinks, dammit.
"Yes, two cokes please," she finally said, resting her head on the steering wheel for a moment. He told her her total and she just nodded. And then the line didn't move again. Of course.
Her breathing became labored, she had to pee so bad. Shit. She can't remember the last time she had to go this badly, she felt like Clary. She cracked open her eye and looked over at the cup holder, spotting an empty cup from the last time they ate out. Could she really pee in an empty cup in her car like this? She felt the urine pressing against her urethra and that made her decision for her.
She put the car in park once again and popped the lid open on her cup, throwing it on the seat beside her. She shifted her shorts down just a little and raised her ass off the seat, enough to fit the cup under her and it won't spill from being sideways. She bit her lip as she started to let go, a slow but steady stream working its way down the side of her cup. It was sweet bliss, complete relief. The stream picked up and it thundered against the opposide side of the cup, splashing as it met the liquid at the bottom of the cup. The line started to move and she started to panic, pinching off her stream and sitting back down bare assed, working her way up towards the first window. She laid her wallet in her lap to cover up, kicking off her shorts so it'd be less obvious. At least this would make it look like maybe she had on a bathing suit bottom or something. She paid and inched forward again, and the second she was out of their line of sight she shoved the cup back between her legs and pushed, hard, trying to force the rest of the piss inside of her into the cup. The second she was done she dumped the cup outside of the window and got confortable again, just in time to make it to the second window and get their food.
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Ever since that first day in the library, John realized just how much fun he could have controlling people. He could make them do anything, and he could affect their body in so many ways he couldn’t even begin to believe. He went to the library again, scoping out for coeds deep into their studies, sipping coffee. He found a girl with her hair up in a messy bun, gray sweats and a tank top looking over a stack of notes, a couple of empty bottles of water and coffee cups sitting around her. If she didn’t have to go already, she would soon. He froze time and walked over to her, looking her over. She was gorgeous.
He thought about making her go outside like he did the last girl, but he wanted to change things up. See what could work out. “All that water and coffee is going right through you,” he started, running a hand through his hair. “You have to go so badly. But you have to keep studying,” he said, looking down at her notes. “You don’t want to fail. You’ll wait a little while, see if the pressure goes away. But it won’t. And it’s too late. So you’re going to have to pee in your chair, at least it’s plush and there’s carpet under, right?” he chuckled. “And you won’t miss a moment of studying!” he told her. He went to settle in a chair far away enough that it didn’t look weird, but he still have full view of everything she did, before he resumed time.
And boy did it hit her fast.
He watched her squirm a little almost right away, poor thing. She shifted so one leg was under her and she just tried to focus on her notes, even though he could tell there was only one thing on her mind. Her bladder.
She reached one hand under her for a split second, pressing between her legs to get a little pressure. But it did nothing. She still had to go. And it was growing more and more by the second. She sweated and squirmed and shifted for about twenty minutes, longer than he had expected her to hold out. But he could see where her resolve broke. She looked at her notes before looking around at the people around her, everyone spread out and not focusing on anything other than their own notes and computers.
After another minute, she scooted her chair back just slightly. He watched her as she pulled down her sweatpants and underwear just below her ass, and he saw a stream start to fall down into the chair before she could even sit back down. So she didn’t. She squatted just slightly above the chair, not enough to look odd but just enough that he could watch her stream as it hit the material of the chair and soaked in. She looked down at her notes so she could study as she peed, flooding the chair under her as her focus started to come back. The chair couldn’t take anymore, and John could hear the splash in the quiet of the library as it just pooled on top of the chair. All the while, she never stopped going. Even for a second. After a couple of minutes her stream finally waned, and she shook slightly before pulling up her pants and switching to the chair next to her like it was normal. Like she saw nothing weird about peeing in her chair while she studied.
So now, John couldn’t stop thinking about peeing in public and making people pee in odd public spaces. He found himself in a home improvement store a couple of days later, with a nag in his own bladder. He stopped time without even thinking and looked around, smirking to himself when he saw the bathroom section. Perfect. He walked over to one of the toilets, standing next to a now frozen salesman who was trying to sell this model to a couple. He lifted up the seat and pulled himself out, sighing contently as he released his pent up piss into the empty bowl. He tipped his head back and kept going until he was done, filling up the bowl a good bit. He closed the lid and looked over at the couple and the salesman, smirking to himself. “In about an hour, you’re going to come back to this toilet, desperate to pee. You’re not going to feel like you have time to go to the employee bathroom, plus you can’t take your break anyways. So you’re going to open this lid and pee in here, not even caring that someone had gone in here already.” Then he turned to the couple, s
Ever since that first day in the library, John realized just how much fun he could have controlling people. He could make them do anything, and he could affect their body in so many ways he couldn’t even begin to believe. He went to the library again, scoping out for coeds deep into their studies, sipping coffee. He found a girl with her hair up in a messy bun, gray sweats and a tank top looking over a stack of notes, a couple of empty bottles of water and coffee cups sitting around her. If she didn’t have to go already, she would soon. He froze time and walked over to her, looking her over. She was gorgeous.
He thought about making her go outside like he did the last girl, but he wanted to change things up. See what could work out. “All that water and coffee is going right through you,” he started, running a hand through his hair. “You have to go /so badly/. But you have to keep studying,” he said, looking down at her notes. “You don’t want to fail. You’ll wait a little while, see if the pressure goes away. But it won’t. And it’s too late. So you’re going to have to pee in your chair, at least it’s plush and there’s carpet under, right?” he chuckled. “And you won’t miss a moment of studying!” he told her. He went to settle in a chair far away enough that it didn’t look weird, but he still have full view of everything she did, before he resumed time.
And boy did it hit her fast.
He watched her squirm a little almost right away, poor thing. She shifted so one leg was under her and she just tried to focus on her notes, even though he could tell there was only one thing on her mind. Her bladder.
She reached one hand under her for a split second, pressing between her legs to get a little pressure. But it did nothing. She still had to go. And it was growing more and more by the second. She sweated and squirmed and shifted for about twenty minutes, longer than he had expected her to hold out. But he could see where her resolve broke. She looked at her notes before looking around at the people around her, everyone spread out and not focusing on anything other than their own notes and computers.
After another minute, she scooted her chair back just slightly. He watched her as she pulled down her sweatpants and underwear just below her ass, and he saw a stream start to fall down into the chair before she could even sit back down. So she didn’t. She squatted just slightly above the chair, not enough to look odd but just enough that he could watch her stream as it hit the material of the chair and soaked in. She looked down at her notes so she could study as she peed, flooding the chair under her as her focus started to come back. The chair couldn’t take anymore, and John could hear the splash in the quiet of the library as it just pooled on top of the chair. All the while, she never stopped going. Even for a second. After a couple of minutes her stream finally waned, and she shook slightly before pulling up her pants and switching to the chair next to her like it was normal. Like she saw nothing weird about peeing in her chair while she studied.
So now, John couldn’t stop thinking about peeing in public and making people pee in odd public spaces. He found himself in a home improvement store a couple of days later, with a nag in his own bladder. He stopped time without even thinking and looked around, smirking to himself when he saw the bathroom section. Perfect. He walked over to one of the toilets, standing next to a now frozen salesman who was trying to sell this model to a couple. He lifted up the seat and pulled himself out, sighing contently as he released his pent up piss into the empty bowl. He tipped his head back and kept going until he was done, filling up the bowl a good bit. He closed the lid and looked over at the couple and the salesman, smirking to himself. “In about an hour, you’re going to come back to this toilet, desperate to pee. You’re not going to feel like you have time to go to the employee bathroom, plus you can’t take your break anyways. So you’re going to open this lid and pee in here, not even caring that someone had gone in here already.” Then he turned to the couple, smirking more. “And right when he’s left you two alone in a few minutes, you’re going to realize how badly you both have to go. You’ll go to another bathroom setup and one of you is going to start going in the toilet and the other isn’t going to be able to wait, so you’ll go in the fake sink. Even if it might make a mess, you don’t care.”
He walked away and unfroze time, watching the scene play before him. Both of the people in the couple started squirming a little as the salesman kept trying to talk to them, eventually leaving them to go help another customer. They looked at each other before walking around to the other bathrooms, and the man finally looked at the woman. “I’m going to… test this toilet out,” he said, trying to sound teasing and joking. But in reality, he was about a minute away from wetting himself. He chose a bathroom with high walls and he lifted up the seat, sighing contently as he started to pee. She was hopping around in place, and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. But it made her so much more desperate. She looked at the sink next to it and she bit her lip, hard. She couldn’t believe she was even considering this. But she hopped up on the counter and pulled down her panties, pulling up her dress in the back before releasing a loud, hard stream into the bowl of the sink. She went for a couple of minutes, a little longer than he, before she finally jumped down and pulled up her underwear. She opened up the cabinet under the sink and blushed, hard, at the water there, but there was nothing she could do now. They left without another word and John hung around to watch the salesman do the same thing.
This power could be too much, he thought, but he was having too much fun. And it wasn’t hurting anyone.
mirking more. “And right when he’s left you two alone in a few minutes, you’re going to realize how badly you both have to go. You’ll go to another bathroom setup and one of you is going to start going in the toilet and the other isn’t going to be able to wait, so you’ll go in the fake sink. Even if it might make a mess, you don’t care.”
He walked away and unfroze time, watching the scene play before him. Both of the people in the couple started squirming a little as the salesman kept trying to talk to them, eventually leaving them to go help another customer. They looked at each other before walking around to the other bathrooms, and the man finally looked at the woman. “I’m going to… test this toilet out,” he said, trying to sound teasing and joking. But in reality, he was about a minute away from wetting himself. He chose a bathroom with high walls and he lifted up the seat, sighing contently as he started to pee. She was hopping around in place, and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. But it made her so much more desperate. She looked at the sink next to it and she bit her lip, hard. She couldn’t believe she was even considering this. But she hopped up on the counter and pulled down her panties, pulling up her dress in the back before releasing a loud, hard stream into the bowl of the sink. She went for a couple of minutes, a little longer than he, before she finally jumped down and pulled up her underwear. She opened up the cabinet under the sink and blushed, hard, at the water there, but there was nothing she could do now. They left without another word and John hung around to watch the salesman do the same thing.
This power could be too much, he thought, but he was having too much fun. And it wasn’t hurting anyone.
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He found out his power at the age of ten, which you would think a power couldn’t be something that could be hidden for so long. But it had. He was in class, he didn’t want to raise his hand to go to the bathroom. Before he knew it, everything had froze but him. The clock wasn’t moving, no one was even breathing. He carefully got up, not knowing if it was a prank or not. But no one even blinked, so he just made his way to the bathroom and returned, focusing on making time start again.
And it did.
So that’s how John found out he could pause time.
He used it to his advantage, of course. Over the years pausing time to sleep or study or go to the bathroom without having to miss out on anything during the day, the twenty-four hours usually given in a day endless to him.
He realized as time went on that pausing time meant he could do whatever he wanted to wherever he wanted to, and no one would know. And no one could stop him. After puberty, he started using this to his advantage. One day he realized, peeing wherever he wanted to. He had been eighteen and he and two friends had been hiking deep in the woods, and had been chugging water all day. He really had to go, and he paused time as usual to go pop behind a tree. But, a thought passed through his head for a moment that he almost couldn’t ignore. Taking a shaky breath, he stepped in front of his frozen friends and worked open his pants. He held himself in his hands and it took a few minutes before he could finally go, bladdershy despite the fact that his friends couldn’t actually see him, it just looked like they could. He sighed once he finally got going and pissed a river between them, a large puddle forming in the dirt. And he realized, despite the anxiety at first, he might want to try it again.
Next time was a little more adventurous, in his eyes. He had been at the mall, and after finishing his drink he paused time to walk over towards the large potted plants in the middle of the hallway. Pulling out his cock once again, he watered the fake plant with a smirk on his face.
Oh, this was fun.
But the fun hadn’t really started yet, he found out.
The most fun came when he found out he could make people do whatever he wanted.
It was his second semester in college, and he was bored. Always bored. He was in the middle of lecture and time had been paused for the past ten minutes, for no reason more than just he didn’t want to be in there. He got up and walked over to the professor, looking her over slightly. “I wish you would just stop class now and send us home,” he mumbled aloud, sighing before going back to his seat. Once he unfroze, the professor looked around the room before announcing that they could just leave, the lesson was over. Holy shit, really?
At first he just used these powers for something like that, making classes end or getting free drinks at bars. But then he got a little more bold, seeing how far it could go. And one day, he wanted to try something he didn’t know he wanted until just then.
“You’re really desperate to go to the bathroom,” he started, watching the girl sitting across from him at the library. “And you need to go now. But you’re not going to be able to find the bathroom, so you go to head back to your dorm. But you can’t make it. You’re going to have to dip into the alley and pee there on the ground. You’re not going to see me though, following you,” he said, his heart picking up.
He unfroze time, and the fun began. She bit her lip and crossed her legs, jiggling her leg that was touching the ground. She was obviously really desperate, and he didn’t realize it would really work. But it was. She looked around and reached between her legs, pressing slightly to keep things in. For now. He knew she wouldn’t last much longer, and she was starting to realize it too. So she got up, gathering all her books into her bag before heading down the stairs, passing the bathroom without a second thought. He followed her out of the building, her legs shaky with how bad she had to go, she looked like she was about to wet herself at this point.
She stopped at an alley and ran a hand through her hair, obviously contemplating her options. And she only had one. She walked into the alley and he stood right around the corner, watching her as she put down her bag and held herself over her pants one more time before pulling them down. Her panties followed soon after and she squatted, bracing herself on the wall as pee exploded out of her with a sigh. He could hear the hiss from all the way over where he was standing, and he could hear the splash from the growing puddle. He didn’t know how much had filled her up until she was done almost two minutes later, the ground flooded from where she squatted all the way to the adjacent wall. She was so relieved, it was written all over her face. And John knew in that moment he wanted to do this again and again, see how far he could go.
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“Good morning,” Clary heard in her ear and she smiled, shifting under the covers. She had fallen asleep thinking of the day before, wondering how this had slowly become her life. She had gone from being extremely bladder shy to her girlfriend opening her eyes to the ideas of exhibitionism and using the bathroom in public. Not just in public bathrooms, but just anywhere. And it was fun.
After she had peed in the plant behind her chair, she had felt so much better. And it was exciting, knowing that there had been three people around that could’ve caught her but didn’t. Izzy had watched her, and had chuckled. Izzy was so much more brazen than her, so much more fun. She motioned for Clary to join her in the pool, and once they got in she moved to the side and sat on the edge of the pool, her back to the couple. She pretended to hold a conversation with Clary as she parted her legs slightly, reaching down between them and pulling her bathing suit to the side. She sighed and relaxed, pissing straight into the water of the pool. The sound of her release covered by the splashing of the pool, but Clary could see and hear everything. More than anything, she impressed by her ability to just not give a fuck.
Izzy kissed her once they were awake, running her hand through her hair to push it out of her face. “Let’s go shopping today,” she said, looking over her naked form under the covers. “It’ll be fun.”
“Yeah okay, sure,” she said as she slowly woke up. Clary stretched and groaned, feeling the pressure in her bladder. “Gotta pee, then we can get ready.”
“Let’s take a shower,” Izzy offered, kissing her cheek.
They got into the shower and as Clary felt the water run over her body, her bladder released without a second thought. She blushed as she smelled the faint smell of a first piss of the day, hoping Izzy didn’t know what she was doing.
Izzy always knew what she was doing though.
They got out and got dressed, taking an Uber to the mall. Malls in different towns felt so different, and they felt like they could do anything. No one knew them there. First stop, the food court. They both got large drinks and they sipped on them as they walked around the mall. Izzy lead her into a home goods store, squeezing her hand. They walked through, pointing at different pictures and stuff that they’d love to put in their apartment. Izzy licked her lips and looked around, leading her into the bathroom section. “I really have to pee,” she whispered.
Clary still couldn’t believe what she was hearing, even if this wasn’t unusual anymore. But this was broad daylight, in a store with cameras. This wasn’t an alley or a dark movie theater.
Izzy lead her down the aisles until they found a mock bathroom, set up to display the shower curtains and bath mats they offered at the store. She looked at the display toilet and back at Clary before moving towards it. “I mean, I have to go in a toilet right? That’s the polite way?” she teased, looking to make sure there was no associates around before she pulled down her pants. She sat on the toilet like she was in a real bathroom and leaned her arms on her legs as she let go, pissing hard into the ceramic. There was no water in the bowl, so for a solid few seconds it was just liquid hitting bowl before finally there was enough standing piss that all you could hear was water hitting water. “Do you have to go too, honey?” she asked casually, like it was nothing. Clary shook her head, nervous. Nervous that with every passing second, they could get caught. Izzy was going for an usually long amount of time, but it didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. All she cared about was that she was peeing. Finally her stream slowed and stopped, and she shook her ass a little before pulling back up her clothes. They slipped away and walked out of the store, Izzy still acting like nothing strange happened.
“Where to next?” she asked and Clary shrugged. She was starting to feel the pressure build again, but she didn’t know where would be the right place. But she knew Izzy would know. They wandered around for a while longer, just sipping drinks and browsing stores. Clary was starting to grow desperate and they both knew it, so why was Izzy waiting so long to find her somewhere? Finally they made it to a kitchen supply store, and Izzy got a glint in her eye that made Clary nervous again. They went to a shelf with large pots and pans and bowls, and she pulled a stock pot off the shelf and sat in on the floor. “Now,” she said easily and Clary’s heart leapt in her chest. Now?
But she had to go, now, so it was either this or in her pants.
So she closed her eyes and pulled down her pants just enough before squatting over the pot.
The sound of her hard stream hitting the inside of the empty pot was thunderous, like everyone in the city could hear her and know exactly what she was doing. But she was too desperate, too far gone, and she couldn’t slow it down, not at all. She tried to hurry up, the sound getting louder as she pissed harder. Fuck, she was going to get caught. She wasn’t even 100% finished when she finally pulled up her pants, her panties a little damp from the few lingering drops that slipped out of her as she forced Izzy to leave quickly, afraid of what people would say. Afraid that someone could’ve known what she did.
But at the same time, it was a little fun.
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Maia walked back into the kitchen, tying her apron around her waist. At her second job she worked for a catering company, and while she usually bartended or waited tables, today they had her at the sink.
She looked at the large three basin sink and pushed up her sleeves, starting to get to work already. There wasn’t many dishes, but she wanted to keep a check on it so things wouldn’t pile up.
Hearing the door open, she turned to look at the bus boy and smiled when she saw he had a couple drinks in his hands. He handed the completely full glass of wine to her and she leaned against the sink, taking a swig. They laughed and grinned as they drank the whole glasses, the alcohol settling in her stomach as she went back to working. She felt all warm and fuzzy, and there still wasn’t many dishes. What more could she ask for?
Every time someone brought in plates, they brought her a drink. Water, wine, cokes, everything. She was elbow deep in suds when she started to feel the twinge in her bladder, the start to the liquids catching up with her. It wasn’t a problem though, she would finish up these last few dishes and dash off to the bathroom real fast. No biggie. Right?
She was wrong though, so wrong. As she washed the dishes her bladder got fuller, weighing down her abdomen. She sighed in relief when she finished the dishes, glad that she could get to the bathroom before things got too bad. But right as she turned, her eyes went wide. Several waiters came in with all their dishes, the main course had just ended. Every plate, fork, and glass that was used came in all at once, and she had to wash them right away. She sighed and started dumping them into the sink, bouncing on her toes a little as she got back to work. It would be fine though, she could do this. She could get through work before getting to the bathroom.
As time went on, the sounds of the sink started to get unbearable. The drip of the faucet, the sloshing of the water. The feeling of water on her hands and shirt. It was all getting to her, her bladder feeling tight. She bit her lip as she pressed her legs together a little tighter, starting to grow a little worried. She really had to go, and there was almost no end in sight.
Maia’s breathing got a little heavier as she felt the liquid inside of her start to push down, moving right to the edge. She was going to have to go soon, there was no doubt about it. She squatted down for a moment to get a little break, her hand quickly pressing hard against her crotch to keep everything inside. She groaned and pressed her face against the cool metal of the sink, her eyes closed. Fuck she had to pee.
She stood back up and started working again, moving as fast as possible. The faster she got done, the faster she got to slip out to go to the bathroom. She stood up on her tip toes to grab something from the back of the sink, the edge of the sink digging into her stomach. She gasped, her hands instantly shooting between her legs again to stop the flood inside of her from slipping out. She swore and closed her eyes again, bouncing in place as she held her hands in an iron grip with her thighs. She let go and started wiping down another plate, but instantly got back into the same position.
Maia was full on potty dancing in the empty kitchen, and if she was anywhere else she’d be embarrassed. But she knew this was the only thing keeping it inside, that kept her from completely flooding her pants right then and there. She looked around the room, her hands not moving an inch. She had to go, now, she didn’t care about the dishes anymore. It was either keep working and end up covered in piss, or going and actually being able to focus again. She started waddling towards the door, her decision already made, but she didn’t make it far. She groaned softly and stopped, bending over at the waist almost in pain from how much she had to go.
Oh fuck, she wasn’t going to make it.
She knew it right then and there, she wasn’t going to make it to the bathroom. But what could she do? She couldn’t work with wet pants, especially in the light colored work pants given to her by the company. Everyone would know. She was going to have to get creative.
She looked around the room again, trying to think of anything she could use. Anything that would work. She was walking towards the sink again before she could even think about it, her body on autopilot. There was nowhere else, she’d have to use the sink. She said a silent prayer and begged her body to just hold on, just another moment. That’s all she needed. Maia pulled down her pants and her panties, feeling incredibly exposed in so many ways. She was in the wide open, there was no way to hide if someone walked in. But she couldn’t care about that, not when she was on the edge of just peeing on the floor.
She sighed and jumped up onto the sink, sitting on the edge with her ass hanging into the basin, over the drain and a few plates. There was nothing for a few long moments, her body so adjusted to holding it that she almost couldn’t go now. A small trickle slowly and silently fell out of her, and she almost couldn’t even feel it with how light it was. She took a deep breath and her floodgates finally opened, a strong stream shooting out of her into her makeshift toilet.
The thunder of her release hitting the metal of the sink was deafening, incredibly loud in the otherwise silent kitchen. She finally started to feel relief and she leaned her head back, her eyes closing as everything poured out of her and down the drain. It was euphoric, when she was on the edge for so long it was better than anything else she could feel.
She looked up at the clock and bit her lip, she was going for an alarming amount of time and it wouldn’t be long before dessert would be over and people would be bringing in more dirty dishes. Her heart was racing and her stream was finally stopping once she started hearing some distant footsteps. She got a handful of water from the faucet and splashed herself between her legs to clean up, pulling up her pants just in time for the first busboy to burst through the door. She stood on wobbly legs as he started to put down his dishes, his nose turning up for a moment.
“It smells like piss in here,” he commented, looking around.
Maia shrugged, trying not to blush. “I think there was something wrong with the water.”
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Walking out in a pink bikini, Izzy gave her girlfriend a small smile. “Alright, I’m ready to relax,” she said with a chuckle, checking the other girl out when she saw her in a yellow one piece. “Aren’t you cute?” she asked with a smile, walking over to her and giving her a small kiss.
“Thanks,” she said softly, putting her hair up in a ponytail before grabbing a towel and a couple bottles of water. “Let’s go,” Clary said with a nod. They made their way out of the hotel room and went out to the pool hand in hand, the temperature already high and the sun in full force, perfect for a pool day. They chose a couple of chairs and went to lay down, enjoying the quiet for as long as it would last.
There was only a couple other people at the pool besides them, one swimming laps and a couple that were laying across the pool from them. Just perfect.
Clary put on her sunglasses so she could people watch without them knowing while Izzy worked on her tan, her eyes focusing first on the woman in the pool. She was swimming back and forth from one side of the pool to the other for a little while before she started to slow down, though she didn’t look winded. She swam at this slower pace for a couple more minutes before she finally stopped and swam over to the shallow end, sitting on the stairs that lead into the pool. She looked around for a moment and when seemingly content that no one was looking at her, Clary watched her grab herself over her bathing suit bottom. Oh, Clary thought, she has to pee.
She looked at the hotel before back at the pool, obviously trying to make a choice. Was she going to walk all the way back to her room just to go to the bathroom? After a couple of minutes Clary got her answer. The girl leaned back on her forearms and sighed contently as she closed her eyes. To anyone that saw her now, it just looked like she was enjoying the sunshine. But Clary knew the truth, that she was really releasing her bladder into the pool. She laid like that for about thirty seconds before shifting back to sitting normally, splashing her crotch with water before jumping back in and going back to her laps.
Clary took a long sip from her water bottle and closed her eyes, still not believing what she saw. Outside of her girlfriend, she’s never really seen another person pee in public. Well… once. Back in college, something she hadn’t thought about in years.
Her freshman year, she saw a girl walking from class back to her dorm. Acting a little odd and rushed, Clary followed her through the small woods between the classrooms and the dorms just to make sure she was okay. Keeping her distance, the girl didn’t spot her as she looked around to make sure she was alone. Clary carefully hid behind a tree as she watched, in shock, as the other woman put down her bag and looked around again. Hiking up her dress, the stranger squatted and pulled her panties to the side not a moment too soon before a hard stream shot out of her, wetting the dirt under her. She had never seen anyone so desperate to pee before, it was fascinating. She watched her shake off and fix her clothes before walking off, obviously more relaxed now. Clary walked over to where she had been and saw a puddle that hadn’t quite soaked in yet, still amazed. Wow, she really had to go huh? She wondered what it was like to be that desperate, to have to go so bad that you break down and pee behind a tree on campus.
She took another sip from her water bottle as she opened her eyes, hearing the girl of the couple say that she had to go to the bathroom in a low voice to her boyfriend. “Just go in the pool,” he told her and Clary perked up.
“No! That’s disgusting,” she pouted, but looked around. “What if someone sees?”
“No one is going to see. No one here is paying attention to you,” he assured.
“Fine, then you go too.”
“Don’t have to. I can use the water bottle,” he teased with a smirk, shaking the empty water bottle in her face.
She sighed, standing up. “Fine.” She jumped in the water but turned her back to Clary, facing where her boyfriend was still sitting. She was turning red as she reached down before scooting over just slightly. She had positioned herself in front of a jet and pulled her bathing suit bottom to the side a little, trying to make it easier for her to go. Clary looked from her to the boyfriend who had opened up the water bottle and looked straight at Clary to make sure she and Izzy weren’t looking at him. He reached down and pulled his soft dick out and pointed it into the opening of the water bottle, letting loose a clear stream into the plastic. He must have been holding it a while, Clary observed, since he was still going after his girlfriend got out of the pool. He completely filled the water bottle as Clary finished her own, starting to feel the pressure building in her lower half. Fuck, she was going to have to pee soon too. She really didn’t want to get up and jump into the pool, as fun as that would be. But she wasn’t sure what kind of options she’d have besides that.
She turned around and noticed there was a potted tree right behind her, and a thought went through her mind. She turned around in the lounge chair, pulling her bathing suit to the side before pulling down the plastic slots that were in the chair.
Clary took a deep sigh before starting to let go, at first just a weak stream that only got onto the chair and the ground behind her. Quickly it picked up, going straight through the chair and into the dirt of the plant. She bit her lip to keep herself from sighing out loud, but it felt so good. And so freeing. To just go when she needed to go, no need to go all the way back inside to pee. Right as she finished she turned her head slightly to see Izzy staring at her, obviously having watched everything she just did.
“Aww, did someone have to use the bathroom?” she teased, amused. Clary turned as red as her hair, covering herself back up and turning around quickly.
“Shut up,” she grumbled.
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The worst part of music festivals, hands down, are the portapotties.
There’s nothing worse than a fucking portapotty, in Maia’s eyes.
Either they’re disgusting or they’re being used, usually not even to go to the bathroom but to do drugs or have sex.
That’s all she can think about while she’s stuck in a crowd, listening to a band she wasn’t even there for, bursting from all the alcohol she enjoyed throughout the day. She turned back towards the portapotties, the lines stretching out longer than the ones to get inside. It was unreal. She watched guys sneak off towards the woods and girls stay in line, some in the same boat as her. Her eyes focused specifically on a girl in the middle of the line in a crop top and short shorts, her hands shoved between her legs as she potty danced. Poor thing, she thought, the line isn’t moving at all. She kept groaning and dancing and holding herself, obviously just wanting the line to move. Even an inch. Even an inch closer to release. She was so focused on her that her own need went away for a moment, instead just thinking about how much that girl was bursting and how much longer it would be before she pissed herself or said fuck it and went somewhere else.
She stilled for a moment, her eyes growing wider. She moved her hands away from her crotch for a moment and Maia watched a tiny dot of wetness appear on her shorts and grow to about the size of a quarter. Oh yeah, she’s at the end of her rope. She sighed and stepped out of line and walked up to where the portapotties were. Maia wondered for a moment if she was just going to cut the line and barge in on whoever was in there, but to her surprise she kept walking and got in the space between the portapotties. She must’ve been too drunk, high, or plain desperate, because in front of everyone she braced herself and pulled down her shorts, already starting to piss before they were all the way down.
Watching her go made Maia’s need come back all at once, plus more, and she groaned loudly as she pressed her thighs together. Fuck, she needed to go now. The lines were too long, she’d never make it to the portapotty even if she wanted to. Looking around, she saw a large discarded cup in the dirt. She grabbed it up and placed it between her feet, hoping no one was looking at her. She reached in the waistband of her skirt and pulled her panties aside, sighing to herself as she relaxed. She pushed hard so the stream would fall straight between her legs, filling up the cup under her.
And fill up the cup she did.
After over a minute of still peeing, she risked a look down to notice the cup was close to full. Luckily for her, her stream weakened right as the cup was about to overflow, the weak stream causing the little bit left to trickle down her bare leg. She shook for a moment before carefully walking away from the cup, she knew that was wrong but it was better than trying to carry a hot piss cup through a crowd of people.
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"Stop, I have to pee," Izzy grumbled, pushing Clary away slightly.
"Don't go yet," she whispered in her ear, pulling her back towards her. "Please?" she pleaded softly.
Izzy sighed but shrugged, knowing she probably had an idea that would be more interesting anyways. Izzy had always had no problems peeing just wherever, around anyone, but once Clary started opening up more to the idea of it she was more interested in it than ever before. Who could blame her?
"You guys go on ahead, we'll meet up with you later," she told their friends, still holding Izzy close. They chuckled and shook their heads.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Once they heard the door close Izzy turned towards her and pecked her lips, smiling softly. "I didn't lie, I really do have to pee," she admitted, squeezing her thighs together. "You know I always do in the mornings."
"I know. But I thought it'd be more fun to do it somewhere other than the toilet. I... last night I peed on a pillow," she said as she turned red, and Izzy cocked an eyebrow.
"Really?" she asked, her question being answered when Clary pulled a pillow from under the bed. "Okay, what should I do then? Because I'm going to be going soon whether you want me to or not," she chuckled. Clary sat up and started looking around the room, obviously lost in thought. There were so many places to have fun in a hotel, and they were going to be there for a couple days so the possibilities were endless. But she needed something now, she felt like she was ready to burst already. She reached down and pressed against her crotch, her breasts pushing together in the tight, thin tank top she had worn to bed. "Baby," she whined.
Clary chuckled at that and kissed her cheek, running a hand through her girlfriend's long dark hair. "How about the trash can?" she asked and Izzy nodded.
"Honestly I'll pee anywhere right now if it means I get to pee," she admitted with a laugh. She walked over to the metal trashcan across from the beds and wasted no time before she pulled down her panties and squated over it. She sighed contently and instantly started to piss, everything that had built up over the night rushing out of her in a thick, powerful stream the thundered against the bottom of the can. She rested her arms on her thighs as she continued to go for a couple minutes, finally slowing down to a few spurts before she finished. She stood up feeling lighter, looking into the can and chuckling at how much she had gone. "Alright, time for breakfast?" she asked as she started to put on her clothes like nothing had happened and Clary nodded.
"Sure! I've just gotta go again first," she said and Izzy shook her head. "Oh no you don't. Look, maybe we should just... not pee in a toilet this whole trip, how does that sound?"
"Perfect."
They both got dressed and headed down to the continental breakfast, Clary filling up more as she drank water and juice with her meal. Once they finished they decided to go back up to their room to change into bathing suits so they could swim, Clary bouncing on the balls of her feet as they waited on the elevator. "I'm gonna piss myself," she said with a groan. They got on and Izzy pressed their floor before looking at her.
"Go now then," she said easily.
"Here? In the elevator?" she asked, eyes wide. "What if someone comes on?"
"You better do it quickly then."
She thought about fighting it, she really did, but fuck did she have to pee. She looked around before quickly pulling down her pants and panties, bracing herself with one hand against the wall as she squatted down. After a moment she started to pee against the carpet of the elevator, anxiously looking at the stream between her legs and the screen that said what floor they were on. She forced it as much as she could, and still with that she still wasn't quite done when they made it to their floor. Izzy held down the close door button as she finished up, pulling up her pants and rushing out of the doors before anyone could see her.
"Alright, to the pool?"
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Oh God, I have to pee.
Clary knew she should've went before bed, that was just a given. But sharing a hotel room with not only her girlfriend and some of her friends, despite all the work they've been doing for her bladdershyness, it still didn't really work this close to other people.
So while they had all gone before turning out the lights, she suffered in silence.
It was two am, no way she could go now! It was completely silent in the room, anyone would hear her get up and she really didn't want to wake anyone up. If they woke up, they'd hear her go. She whined softly at a pang in her bladder, her hands slipping between her legs to try and hold it. Just a few more hours until everyone started to get up. She could hold it, right?
Right?
An hour went by and there was no signs of letting up, not in the slightest. On the contrary, it felt like her bladder was getting fuller and fuller as the minutes ticked by. And boy, were they ticking by slower and slower. She pressed her hands into her crotch harder, her face pressed into the pillow. All she needed to do was fall asleep, and time would go by faster.
As she slowly drifted off, she finally relaxed a little. She fell asleep and quickly got to dreaming.
She was at a pool, the sun beating down on her as she swam around in a pink bikini. She smiled up at her girlfriend who was sitting on the edge of the pool, swimming over to her and leaning against the edge next to her, nudging her legs. "Aren't you going to get in?" she asked.
"Mmm, in a moment," she hummed, biting her lip as she looked at her. "I need to pee first," she said as she put her hands between her legs for a moment, bouncing slightly. She pulled her hands away like she remembered she was in public and looked around for a moment before back to Clary. "I'll get in once I've gone."
"Well go! Hurry back," she pouted.
"Who says I have to go anywhere?" she asked. She spread her legs slightly and pulled aside her bathing suit bottom. She sighed contently as she started to let go, a steady and strong stream splashing into the water below her.
Clary gasped softly and looked around, though not a single person around them was looking. She moved away from her slightly, watching her get the relief she obviously desperately needed. She felt herself suddenly fill up, while the splashing continued. "I have to go too," she admitted and she heard a chuckle.
"Go then."
Clary moved away and started to swim to the stairs, determined to go to the toilet. As she was under water, she noticed a woman in front of her. She froze for a moment, watching as a stream wound its way between her legs under the water, causing Clary to have to go that much more. And that's when she leaked.
Both in the dream and in real life.
She jolted awake and pressed harder against her crotch, feeling a warm wetness on her hand. Oh fuck.
Barely over an hour had passed since she had fallen asleep, and at this point she didn't even know if she could get up even if she wanted to. She had to pee so bad.
She started to think of anything, anything that could help without making enough noise to wake everyone up. She realized then how many pillows were on the bed, and if one went missing then no one would even notice.
She carefully grabbed one of the pillows from under her head and slowly moved it under the sheets. She quickly kicked off her panties, fighting off another leak as she moved. She was far past her breaking point, and if she wanted it to be contained she had to do it now.
She slid the pillow between her legs and swallowed thickly, the pressure helping more than she expected. She started to relax, though she couldn't pee. Now all she felt was that maybe this would keep her from peeing until the morning. She was safe!
Izzy shifted slightly in her sleep, pulling on the sheets and accidentally punching back into Clary's bladder.
Clary groaned softly at the pain, but her eyes grew wide when she realized what had happened.
She felt a stream shoot out into the pillow, the relief both a panic and a pleasure. The tease was too much, and before she could even think otherwise, all of her muscles relaxed. She tried to control the stream, going slowly so that it all absorbed into the pillow. It was like heaven, finally getting to go. And even better, no one even knew she was going. You couldn't hear a thing.
After what felt like an eternity, she was finally empty. She pulled the soaking wet pillow away and carefully stashed it under the bed, pulling back on her panties. She smiled to herself and wrapped her legs around her girlfriend as she drifted back to sleep.
The next morning she woke up when she felt her move next to her, groaning and pulling her back close.
"Stop, I have to pee."
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"Alright two more beers, coming up," Maia said with a smile, grabbing two more glasses. It was another long night at the bar, but she couldn't help but be in a good mood. She had gotten an A on an exam, the subway wasn't late, and no one has caused any trouble yet. What more could she ask for?
Maybe a bathroom break.
The second she got to work it's been nonstop, not getting a single break. On top of that, customers always want to have a drink with her, and alcohol really always makes her have to go. But she could make it, she knew she could. After shifts like this she always peed extra hard, a time or two having to duck into an alley because she didn't think she could make it home and leaving a puddle, but always making it at least to the end of her shift.
She handed the two men their beers and took a deep breath, leaning against the bar as she enjoyed the small lull in attention. She felt a small nag on her bladder but she ignored it, partially because she knew she could handle it and partially because it didn't matter, she wasn't allowed a bathroom break anyways. The bar couldn't be left unmanned, and she was the only one working.
So she held it.
She held it as one hour passed into another, a couple more drinks in her system. She never got drunk at work, but she did enjoy the perks of free drinks. Until they really weighed upon her bladder that is. Her bladder got fuller and fuller, the pressure growing more prominent as time went on. She carried a few drinks out to a table, trying to rub her thighs together as she walked. It seemed like all at once the drinks hit her, taking her urgency from a 3 to an 8 pretty quickly.
As she stood behind the bar again, things just got worse. The bad part about bars? Drunk people. Drunk people with no filters that have no problem announcing their needs. "God, you know, I really need a piss," a guy said to her, finishing his drink.
"Then go," she said, cleaning a beer mug and putting it on the shelf under the bar. "It's right through that door," she said, nodding to the door right next to the bar. It was so tantalizingly close, and yet she wasn't allowed to go. She watched him get up and go in there, when the door opened out of the corner of her eye she could see another guy standing at the urinal and it made her press her legs together more. Fuck she really needed to go.
She started to bounce slightly in place, just trying to forget about the liquid sitting inside of her, ready to shoot out. A man came in from outside where he had just been smoking and she glared at him, though it faltered when the smoke smell hit her, causing her to sneeze. She froze slightly when she leaked, the sneeze forcing it out of her. She bit her lip and looked down, a small drop slowly snaking down her leg. Fuck. At least no one else would notice it.
Maia noticed the empty mug under the bar and remembered something that happened a few weeks before, one of the bar patrons deciding that his beer mug would be a better place to piss than the bathroom. She knew she shouldn't. She knew she should just try to hold on that much longer, but it was hard. And the mug was right there, just begging her to use it. Plus Maia couldn't lie, the idea of peeing right there at the bar with no one any the wiser was kind of thrilling to her. She chuckled to herself as she saw her nipples grow harder with the adrenaline, visible through her thin tank top. She swallowed thickly as she shifted closer, trying to think of the best way to do this.
This would be much easier if I had a dick, she thought to herself, the need getting worse and worse as time went on. She got as close as she could get, lifting her leg and resting her knee on the shelf. She pushed up her skirt without a second thought, forgetting that there was a mirror behind the bar. If someone knew exactly where to look, they'd probably see her ass by then. But she couldn't find it in herself to care. All she cared about was peeing. She reached down and took the handle of the mug in her hand, positioning it right under her.
It took a couple minutes before she could get going with all these people around, her brain and body afraid of them hearing. But the music was loud enough, the chatter a constant stream, so after another moment she felt a small dribble start to slip out. Maia sighed contently as it started to pick up strength, her piss now a steady stream into the mug. She couldn't believe she was really doing it, she was really peeing under the bar.
A women walked up to her and she panicked, her heart starting to race. She couldn't stop now, it felt so good. She bit her lip slightly and just prayed the woman couldn't hear the sound of liquid hitting liquid under the bar, the mug filling up much quicker than she wanted. "Can I have two vodka shots please?" the woman asked and Maia silently celebrated that they weren't things she had to walk away to get. She poured the drinks as the piss continued to pour out of her, the woman thanking her right as Maia's stream started to wain. She sighed again once it was finally over and she carefully moved her leg back down, squatting down under the bar pretending to look for something. But in reality she was looking at the mug and her eyes grew wide, it was almost full to the brim. She grabbed a napkin and carefully wiped herself and threw them away, pulling down her skirt before standing back up and washing her hands in the sink behind the bar. She was surprised how well that went, and how much easier work was when she wasn't bursting.
At the end of the night she dumped the mug down the sink and washed it, but she couldn't stop thinking about what she did. Once it was clean she put it right back where it was, just in case she might need it again tomorrow.
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"See? I told you this was the perfect time to go to the movies," Izzy said, squeezing Clary's hand as they entered the theater. She had to admit, she was right. Outside of a few other people, the room was empty. Which really was the best time to go. No one around, they were free to laugh and react how they wanted to.
Or make out if they got bored.
"Fine, you're right," Clary agreed, taking her seat about half way up the rows. She put her large drink in the cupholder next to her and took a sip once Izzy sat down, getting comfortable for the movie. They didn't get to go out much, and honestly she couldn't stop thinking about the last time they went out when she saw Izzy pee in the alley. She thought about it way more than she'd like to admit, how hot she looked just letting go. How great it felt when she herself broke down and went in the alley. Since that day she found herself wanting it more, trying out peeing in places she probably shouldn't.
It started with the shower the other morning. She hopped in before realizing that she still hadn't done her morning piss, and she had to admit that really when she woke up she was always bursting. Like run to the bathroom and barely make it kind of bursting. She's always been like that. She sighed and went to turn off the water to get out before she heard Izzy open the bathroom door.
"Sorry hon, gotta go," she laughed sleepily before Clary heard the lid of the toilet open and Izzy's pleased groan. Even over the shower she could hear Izzy's pee hitting the water and it made a drop slip out from between her own legs. She knew it was dumb to wait, she knew Izzy went in the shower all the time, so why now? She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, listening to the water from the shower and Izzy's still flowing release to push her to the edge. She spread her legs slightly and let her piss flow straight down into the bottom of the shower, the water tinted yellow as it flowed into the drain. It felt so good to just stand there and let go, Izzy none the wiser right outside of the shower door. So after that, for the past couple weeks, she's found herself not going to the bathroom before hopping into the shower, just spreading her legs and letting go.
Clary thought about that as she drank from her soda, waiting on the previews to start. She smiled when Izzy rested her head on her shoulder and she realized a little too late that she really shouldn't suck down her whole drink before the movie, her bladder would fill up before it was over and she really didn't want to miss the movie because she was too desperate to focus. Once the previews finally started she relaxed a little, not thinking about a thing outside of spending this time with her girlfriend.
Until about half an hour after the movie started, a few minutes after she had finished her drink. She was already started to feel a pressure in her bladder.
"Damn movie sodas," she mumbled to herself, shifting slightly in her seat. She swore they must put something in them to make you have to go faster, it never fails that before a movie is over she has to pee. But never this early. Clary bit her lip, tucking her leg under the other one as she tried to not think about it. She knew she would make it. She'd barely make it, but she'd make it.
Or so she hoped.
As time went on, the less confident she felt about that. Her bladder was heavy and full and it was close to pressing down more, she just knew it. She shifted a few more times in her seat before Izzy looked over at her, glaring slightly.
"Can you stop that?" she asked.
"I have to pee," Clary whispered. "Sorry."
"Well you're not going to miss the end of the movie. Can you hold it?"
Clary shrugged, pressing her thighs together as the liquid in her bladder overfilled and pressed down to her urethra. "Probably," she said, though she really didn't know. She really had to go.
It just took one loud bang to undo all of that.
Clary jumped at the noise from the screen and a small squirt leaked out, dampening her panties and making it even harder to hold on. The warm, wet fabric pressing against her made her just want to let go that much more, and she reached between her legs to shove her hands against it to hopefully keep it all in just a little longer.
Another explosion brought out another leak, Clary squeaking slightly when she felt the hot liquid against her hand. "Okay, I need to go. Now," she whispered, starting to stand up. "Fuck I have to pee," she groaned, doubled over.
Izzy looked over at her and sighed, shaking her head. "I don't think you'll make it, hon. And you don't want to wet yourself do you?" she asked, a small glint in her eye that screamed trouble. "Remember the alley? We talked about trying more stuff out right? Well... this is the perfect situation," she said.
"It's not like I can just pee on the floor here," Clary reminded, her face growing hot from embarrassment and from the idea of actually peeing in public.
"No, but you have a cup right there," she reminded. Clary looked at the cup and swallowed thickly, nervous. She didn't know if she could do this. It was one thing to pee in an alley or in the shower. But there's a chance she could get caught!
She looked around and the very few people in the room were focused on the movie, and when she felt another small drop her mind was made up for her. She took the lid off of the cup and bit her lip as she scooted to the edge of her seat. She couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. She moved the cup between her legs and mentally told herself to hold on just a little bit longer as she pulled her panties to the side and held the cup up to her crotch under her dress.
After a couple moments, she huffed. Nothing was coming out. But after a scream filled the room from an actress in the movie, her piss shot out of her in shock. She held her breath as she got it a little under control, but she could hear the liquid hitting the left over ice and filling the cup up. But after a moment, she moaned softly in relief. She was actually pissing. And not only that, but she didn't have to miss the movie at all!
Clary kept pissing and pissing, her relief coming in waves. She finally finished when the cup was completely full, the cup hot against her hand as she pulled it away from her trying to not spill it. "Damn, you really did have to go," Izzy whispered, chuckling slightly.
Once the movie was over they walked out, Clary feeling very relaxed and comfortable and empty. She threw away the full cup and as they went to leave, Izzy groaned. "What's wrong?" Clary asked, confused.
"Now I have to piss, and the line is so long," she pointed out, nodding towards the line outside of the ladies room. "Maybe I'll just have to improvise," she said, bouncing a little where she stood. "Come on, maybe they haven't started cleaning up that theater yet," she said, nodding towards the one they had just come out of.
Luckily for Izzy, they hadn't. And someone had left their empty popcorn container in their seat.
"Thank God for literers," she chuckled, grabbing it from the seat. "Gotta do this fast before someone shows up," she said, shimming down her panties and handing them over to Clary.
Izzy sat the popcorn bucket on the floor and spread her legs over it, a strong, straight stream quickly falling from between her legs and into the container. It was so loud in the empty room, Clary almost couldn't believe it. How brazen Izzy was being. How much she had to go. It was so hot and so unbelievable and she wanted to do stuff like this again and again. While she was still going they heard the door open and she swore, still pissing as she picked up the bucket and held it close as she lead Clary out a back door. She finally finished after a few more moments and threw it away in the dumpster, obviously feeling better now.
"I might want to do something like that again sometime," Clary admitted.
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“See, I wish we could go out like this more! I’ve missed this,“ Izzy said, smiling as she took Clary’s hand. It was late, they had spent a few hours getting food and drinking, finally enjoying a date for the first time in what felt like forever.
“I know, I’ve missed this too. Missed getting to spend time with you,“ Clary said honestly, resting her head on Izzy’s shoulder for a moment before they kept walking. They were quite a bit away from their apartment, just enjoying the night air and the fact that there wasn’t as many people around as usual. It was nice.
That was, until Clary felt a nagging on her bladder.
She should’ve known this would happen, after several glasses of water at dinner before a few alcoholic drinks at the clubs and more water she knew she should’ve went to the bathroom before they started walking. But really, it had been the last thing on her mind. It started to catch up on her all at once, alcohol always made her have to pee more than usual. But she had to hold it, they’d be home eventually. And she hated public restrooms.
“It’s a nice night, right?“ Izzy asked, looking around. “I could walk around like this for hours,“ she said, smiling.
“Me too,“ Clary said, swallowing thickly. She should just tell Izzy she has to go, hopefully they could find a shop to go in to, but she still felt nervous about talking about these kinds of things with Izzy. Even though she had seen Izzy go a few times, she had no issues with coming into the bathroom while Clary was taking a shower or doing her makeup and using the toilet, even if it made Clary a little embarrassed to see. Though part of her didn’t mind, it was kind of cute. Watching her.
Then there was the time Clary peed in the bath with Izzy in there.
She had been so embarrassed about losing control, but part of her felt a tingle whenever she thought about it. She had gotten away with it, Izzy never brought it up so she was sure she didn’t know. And that made her want to do it again, in a way. Get so desperate and then get away with peeing where she shouldn’t, just like she had that day.
“God, I have to piss,“ Izzy said after a little while, catching Clary a little off guard. “I drank way too much,“ she chuckled. “Let’s find somewhere,“ she said, tugging on Clary’s arm.
Clary should’ve known Izzy would be the one to speak up first, Izzy had no shame about this kind of thing. And it made Clary feel a little hot, knowing that Izzy was in the same boat as her. Izzy stopped and pressed her legs together tightly, groaning a little. “I really have to pee,“ she said, obviously a little desperate. Clary couldn’t help but wonder how long Izzy had been holding back, but thinking back to the night Izzy hadn’t used the bathroom once. So she had to be as full as Clary if not more.
They wandered around for a few minutes, checking every shop they could. They were all closed. “Fuck it,” Izzy said, turning into an alley.
Clary cocked an eyebrow, looking around. “What are you doing?” she asked, confused.
“I’m going to pee?“ she said like it was obvious.
“But we’re-“ Clary started, her eyes growing wide. Izzy leaned back against the brick wall and started to push up her short dress, hopping a little in place just to keep it all together for a little longer.
“I know, but I really have to go,“ she said, squatting down and pushing down her panties in one fluid motion. The second she was down Izzy was pissing, hard, against the ground. She groaned, pushing her dress up more around her waist and completely exposing herself as she continued to go. “Fuck that feels amazing,” she said, finally looking over at Clary who was frozen like a deer in headlights. “Oh don’t look so surprised, you’ve seen me pee before,“ she pointed out, still going.
“Yeah but... never like this! Always in the toilet!“ she pointed out, her own desperation growing more watching Izzy get her relief.
“Well I couldn’t make it to a toilet, so this is the next best thing,“ she pointed out. “What about you? Do you need to go?“ Izzy asked, her hard stream showing no signs of letting up. “You look like you’re about to burst.“
“I’m fine,“ Clary lied, though she crossed her legs slightly to get a little pressure. She really had to go, and it just kept getting worse and worse. Watching the stream shoot out hard and fast from Izzy was making her own body want to do it too, her bladder nagging and the piss starting to make its way down her urethra. “I can’t believe you can pee in an alley like this.“
“What? Just like you can’t believe you could pee in the tub with me in it?“ she asked, her stream finally weakening.
“You know about that?“ Clary asked, flushing red. She groaned when she felt herself leak a little bit, reaching between her legs and pressing up against her crotch. “I’m sorry.“
“Don’t be, I don’t care. But babe, you’re either going to have to go now or you’re going to wet yourself,“ Izzy pointed out, shaking off a little before standing back up and fixing her clothes. “Just go. Plus this is one of the best ways to get over your bladdershyness!“ she chuckled, walking over to her. “No one will see,“ she promised.
Clary shook her head but felt her hand get a little wet from where she leaked again and she sighed, walking over to where Izzy just went. She left a huge puddle, Clary was impressed, and she decided it wouldn’t hurt to add to it. “Don’t think less of me for this,” she said, looking over at Izzy.
“Come on, I just did the same thing. Just go.“
Clary sighed and bounced for a moment, just trying to make sure she wouldn’t leak again before she was ready. She pushed down her jeans and her panties, leaning back against the wall and squatting. It took a moment, not being as open about these kinds of things as Izzy is made it harder for her to start going. She closed her eyes and after a moment, she heard a soft pitter patter on the ground. She looked down and watched as her stream started to grow stronger, quickly turning into one just as hard and fast as Izzy’s was. She heard the splash of the water from where her stream was adding to Izzy’s and she sighed, finally getting some relief.
Part of her loved this, peeing in public. It was so freeing, just going wherever she could. She watched her piss as she went, almost fascinated with it going somewhere other than their bathroom at home.
“See, you’re a natural,” Izzy chuckled, watching Clary as she went.
Clary peed for almost double the time Izzy did, more full than she was. When she finally finished she stayed there for a few more moments, wanting to make sure she was really done. She pulled up her pants and moved away, her legs a little weak from finally being empty. She looked over at where they went and saw that they all but flooded that area, feeling a little proud. “I kind of want to do something like that again,” she admitted, biting her lip.
“Oh honey, there’s so much to show you.”
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“Come on, take a bath with me,” Izzy pouted, looking over at Clary. “It’ll be fun. And romantic,“ she pointed out with a smile.
“Fine,“ Clary signed, following her into the bathroom. Honestly, she knew she should go to the toilet before they got in, but Izzy instantly took off her top the second they were in the bathroom and started the water, so she felt like she couldn’t bring it up. And she was a bit bladdershy, so she couldn’t be as bold about it as Izzy has been in the past, where she’s busted into the bathroom more than once while Clary was showering and announced that she was going to pee before going.
Instead she just tried to focus on her girlfriend’s half naked form as she filled the tub, her large breasts hanging heavily as she bent over. Clary bit her lip, a tingle going through her that wasn’t just because of the nagging in her bladder. She pressed her thighs together slightly, the rush of the water making her all that more desperate for the toilet that was just sitting there, begging to be used.
“Perfect!“ Izzy said after a moment, turning off the water and kicking off her shorts. She stood before her, completely naked. “Come on, you can’t get in the bath dressed,“ she chuckled, walking over to Clary and pulling up on her top. She helped Clary get completely naked as well and playfully tweaked one of her nipples, smiling at the moan she got in return. “Get in first, I want to sit between your legs,“ she told her.
Clary thought for a moment, not sure how good of an idea that was. If Izzy was in front of her, that would force her legs open. And she was getting more and more desperate as the time went on. “Okay,” she decided, stepping into the water. She shivered, soaking in the hot water was making things so much worse. She thought about the liquid inside of her, hot and waiting to be released.
Izzy climbed in after her and settled between Clary’s legs, rubbing his legs slowly where they came around her.
Clary tried to focus on her touching her skin and not how her legs were forced open, how she couldn’t push them together to keep everything in. They laid in the bath for a while, trying to relax the best she could given her current issues. Her bladder was heavier than before and she felt the urine inside of her start to make its way down her urethra. She let out a shaky breath, slowly touching her breasts to try to distract herself. It helped a little, her nipples grew hard and she started to get wet and she forgot for a little bit that she had to pee.
That was until the water grew colder.It seemed like all at once the water in the tub started getting chilly, and that just shocked her system back into overdrive. She was from a three to an eight almost instantly, at the very least, and there was nothing she wanted to do more than to just jump out and run to the toilet. But she couldn’t. She was still too nervous to go in front of Izzy, she didn’t want her to know how desperate she was. She bit her lip, looking down at her girlfriend’s dark hair and just trying to think about anything else but what was going on.
And then she leaked.
It wasn’t much, just a teasing little spurt, but she felt it. She felt the water grow warmer for half a second, and she started to panic. She clinched up, praying Izzy didn’t feel it against her back. Though she knew that might be useless, seeing as how her vagina was pretty much pressed against the bare skin of Izzy’s back. She let out another shaky breath, her legs wrapping around Izzy more and just trying to get more pressure against herself with Izzy’s body. She nudged her up just a little bit, reaching down to fondle Izzy’s breasts just to keep her mind off of everything. And even if not, at least to distract Izzy from that leak.
That leak, and the next one that followed not that much longer after. Clary tried her hardest to stop it, but it lasted for almost a whole second before she could get it under control and she knew this was the beginning of the end. ‘Fuck fuck fuck,’ she thought to herself, knowing she’d have to do something soon. But she was too far gone now, if she tried to get out the second she stood up she’d start peeing. So she took a deep breath and she tightened her legs around Izzy more, still playing with her breasts to keep her distracted.
She started kissing at Izzy’s shoulder as she started to properly let go, peeing slowly against her girlfriend’s lower back. She tried to hold back the best she could so she wouldn’t feel it too much, but it didn’t take too long before it was a proper stream, shooting hard and fast against Izzy’s skin. All Clary could think was please let me be doing enough to distract her, though she knew that was useless. She was pissing hard and fast against her, and even if she couldn’t feel that she would be able to feel how the water was rapidly warming back up to a surprisingly comfortable temperature.
Clary stopped kissing her skin enough to look down and she gasped quietly, noticing that the water was even growing a pale yellow from her release. There was no way Izzy didn’t know about what was happening. But it felt too good to finally let it all out, to finally get the relief she had craved. Her own nipples were rock hard and she was almost turned on with how good she felt.After what seemed like forever, she finally felt her stream slow before stopping. She sighed, resting her face against Izzy’s shoulder now they she felt so relaxed and comfortable.
Izzy never said a word the whole time, and Clary was actually pretty sure she might’ve gotten away with it. After a little while later, Izzy finally pulled the plug on the tub and let the water start to drain, Clary was still feeling lazy after she finally got to relax, so she watched as Izzy stood up and watched the still faintly yellow water drain away. Izzy got out and started to dry off before going over to the toilet and sitting down, a loud intense stream hitting the water right away. Clary blushed, looking away though she could still see her out of the corner of her eye. “I don’t know how can do that in front of people, I could never,” she said, thinking to what she just did. And for a second, she was almost sure she saw a smirk on Izzy’s face.
“Maybe one day you will.“
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You did really well. I enjoyed it, and hope to see more of Maia.
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“Here’s your drinks,“ she said, giving the two men a wide smile as she handed over the glasses.
“Thanks doll,“ one of them said back and she rolled her eyes, turning back to start cleaning some mugs.
Maia was four hours in on a shift at the bar, and honestly had to pee for the past two. After a long day of classes, she had had barely any time to change her clothes let alone use the bathroom before she started her shift. Plus she hadn’t really had to go before she started, so what harm could it do?
Apparently, a lot. After a couple hours she started to feel a little pressure but there was nothing she could do then, they were busy and it wasn’t so bad. So she could wait. Right?
Two more hours went by and that’s where she found herself now, still behind the bar and still having to pee. It was a Friday night and they were always gaining consumers, she wasn’t getting a moment to think let alone go relieve herself. “It’s fine,” she thought to herself. “Soon things will die down and I’ll get a chance to sneak off to the bathroom.” At least, that’s what she hoped.
She kept having to pour drinks, kept having to watch liquid steadily stream from the bottle or the tap into the glass. And it was killing her. It didn’t help that every now and again she’d take a shot just to get the edge off, the alcohol quickly going to her bladder and making it heavier than it had been. Pressing her legs together slightly, she just tried to focus on getting through the night.
But it was getting harder and harder.
Being at a bar meant plenty of drunk people. Drunk people meant people full of liquid and lowered inhibitions, so every now and again she’d hear someone complain about how bad they needed to take a piss. “Dude, I’ve really got to go,” she heard a dark haired man say, looking over at his friend while he drunkenly grabbed at himself through his jeans. ”Fucking beer went right through me. But I don’t want to go all the way to the bathroom.”
“Dude, just use your mug. Bartender won’t notice, she’s not even looking over here,“ the other man told him, and Maia almost wanted to go over there and slap them both for even considering it. But honestly, it made her think about how good it would feel to just push her panties to the side, hold a beer mug under her skirt, and let go. That way her boss couldn’t get mad at her for leaving the bar and she’d finally get the relieve she desperately needed. Before she could think any more, she heard the man groan lowly. Directly after that, she could hear the hiss of his piss leaving his cock, the sound of it hitting the inside of the glass mug and filling it up. Looking out of the corner of her eye she could see him holding the mug down between his legs and she knew exactly what he was doing. And she was jealous.
Then, she felt herself almost leak.
The pee that had been sitting in her abdomin had started to push down her urethra at the sound of him getting his relief and she had to press her legs together just to keep it all inside. And she hated it. She had to go so badly she couldn’t believe it. She had never had to piss so badly in her life. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, but it was getting harder and harder. The man sighed when he finally finished, zipping up his pants triumphantly. God she had to go.
She finally felt like she was under control and she got back to work, pouring some more drinks and moving around the bar the best she could. Until, that is, she felt a leak escape into her panties.
It wasn’t a lot, but just enough that she could feel the material get wetter and she all but twisted her legs to keep the rest of it inside. She couldn’t pee herself, she wouldn’t hear the end of it if she did. She bounced in place just to try to keep it in, but she stopped when she noticed a couple guys staring at her breasts as she did. She stood there and felt herself leak again and again, her underwear giving up the third time and she felt a little bead of piss slide down her bare leg.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
She thought about doing what the man did, going in the mug, but she realized it might be too obvious. Someone could see. Maia looked around before she noticed the back door to the alley, and she decided at the very least some fresh air might help. She ducked off outside and she got hit by the chilly air and she realized that just made it worse. She bounced in place for a moment before saying “fuck it”.
Moving next to the dumpster, directly across from the door, she pushed up her skirt and exposed her now soaked panties to the outside air. With one motion she pushed them down and squatted, bracing herself against the wall.
After a long few seconds of nothing but still air and quiet, it was broken by the pitter patter of her piss starting to finally come out.
It was weak at first, her muscles used to trying to hold it in. But after a few moments of a weak dribble the flood gates finally opened and she pissed hard, properly, against the ground right outside the bar. It took a little bit before she finally started to feel the relief and when she did she moaned, honestly more lewdly than she had ever moaned during sex. And this might even be better than sex. She was finally pissing after hours of holding it in, finally relieving herself.
It surprised her how long she was peeing as hard as she was, just a constant hiss and splash of it hitting the ground and adding to the puddle she was creating. After a couple minutes it finally weakened again before it finally stopped. She shook off a little and threw away the wet panties in the dumpster, heading back inside. She took one look back and was surprised at the large puddle she left, but she felt too good to feel ashamed.
Hell, she kind of wanted to try it again sometime. Peeing in public like that.
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Villain after villain, fight after fight. Mt. Lady was exhausted. She knew being a pro would be hard sometimes, but she had never expected this. A day where no matter which way she turned, there was another person that needed to be saved. Another villain that needed his ass kicked. She didn’t even have time to deactivate her quirk, stuck in her giant state all day.
Which didn’t really bother her all that much. She knew she had a rockin’ body, but it was even better when it was on display in her giant form. She loved showing off in her tight costume, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. She sighed as she took another water bottle from a grocery stand, not caring to pay for it. She constantly got things for free, and she took advantage of it. She pushed her hair back and finished it all in one gulp, furrowing her eyebrows together. It was rare for her to feel her bladder fill when she was giant, her bladder was so big that it took a lot to even make a dent in it. There were many times though where it was enough that the second she shrunk back to normal human size, she had to yank down her pants no matter where she was and piss a flood into whatever toilet, alley, trash can she was near because it could not hold the amount of water that her giant bladder could.
Luckily she had never been caught before, but she had gotten close.
With all the work she had been doing that day, though, she had tripled the amount of water she took in that day. And for one of the first times, she really started to feel her bladder filling. She ignored it, choosing instead to take another bottle of water before walking over the city, looking down at the civilians she was supposed to protect. The heat was making her sweat, she reached up to put her hair in a ponytail before she grabbed the water filtration tank, cracking it open and drinking it down. She didn’t know why she was so thirsty, but damn. She needed water. She drank it all down, some of it dripping down onto the front of her costume, making it partially see-through for a moment. She smiled as she looked down at her chest, though it was short lived.
She felt a throb in her bladder.
Mt. Lady looked around as she walked, trying to think of her best course of action. She was just going to shrink down in an alley so she could piss behind a dumpster, that’d probably be the smartest. But the more she walked, the more she realized this might be more than she’s ever dealt with. She might not be able to shrink back down without immediately pissing her pants. And she might have no problem with peeing where she shouldn’t, but she drew the line at peeing her pants. It was gross and it was embarrassing.
She took a deep breath before she started walking again. It probably wasn’t as bad as she made it out to be, she was probably just feeling worked up from the heat. That was it.
She believed that until she felt another throb in her bladder and she had to stop to squeeze her legs together. Fuck. She bounced in place for a moment before starting to walk again, though she had to stop again. She pressed her legs together again and even shoved her hands between her legs, pressing up against her peehole. She just had to hold on until she could hide, that’s all she needed. She walked with her hands between her legs for a moment before she felt a small leak against her hand, her eyes growing wide. This was a bad time to not wear underwear. She removed her hands and started to head out of town, towards the lake. That’s all she had to do. She was focused on one thing and one thing only, keeping it in. If she let go while she was still in town, she could easily flood the street. Not to mention that the press would have a field day. “Sexy Pro Hero Mt. Lady Wets Her Pants – Kills Seven”.
And then she leaked again. She felt a small stream soak her ass for a moment, luckily keeping contained to her suit but she knew she’d have to have it cleaned after this was all over. A small price to pay to keep it together for another moment. Finally she found herself at a lake outside of town, and she knew this was the end. It was now or never. She looked around, grateful that no one was out here at this time of day. She was alone. She stripped down out of her costume, cursing herself for a moment for having only a one piece suit. She laid her costume over some trees and stood there completely nude, towering over everything. A breeze blew by and her nipples grew hard, there was something a little thrilling about being completely nude like this, nothing between her and the world. She felt another leak make its way down her bare leg and she sighed, she had to go now.
She walked over to the lake and spread her legs slightly before squatting, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. It was hard to relax now, she had never gone to the bathroom in her giant state before. But she didn’t even know if she could deactivate her quirk now, with how desperate she was. After a moment she sighed again, a small trickle finally falling from her. She could hear it patter into the lake and that made her relax even more, suddenly a hard stream shooting out from between her legs.
It was loud and intense, waves moving in the lake from the force of the water. But she couldn’t stop and she couldn’t slow down, even if she tried. And there was nothing in her that wanted to try. She had to piss so badly, it wasn’t even funny. She went for so long, and it showed no signs of stopping.
She kept pissing and pissing, her gigantic bladder showing its true size in that moment. After three minutes of going, the lake started to reach its peak. She kept going despite the fact that it was starting to overflow a bit, a small river forming through the trees from where her pee continued. She went for almost ten minutes before she finally felt her streak slow down to a trickle and then just a few drops and she sighed again, feeling so light and so empty. She stood back up and put her costume back on before walking back to town, shrinking down to her normal size right before she got in so that no one could look up and see the small yellow patch on her crotch.