Paulypeeps

It is a while since Funland was on the telly, but it had some great characters and great story lines. Being set in Blackpool was fun too. You should be able to find some episodes online to familiarise yourselves with the characters:-

 

 

So here is the episode I would have made....

 

Funland - the clippings
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Lola was now getting uncomfortable. She had tried not to squirm but now it was getting much harder to keep still. Her predicament meant that she was as focused as she was ever going to be.

"I need to pee." said Lola, her legs partly crossed. She was now exposing her weakness.

"What? Do you think I am going to let you go to the lav?" Asked Mercy, rhetorically still pointing the gun at Lola. Mercy continued. "You are going to have to make other arrangements I'm afraid."

Lola did not know what to do. The futility of her situation was partly masked by her discomfort as she now began to fidget.

"Keep still slut." Barked Mercy.

Lola watched as Mercy glided over to her desk in her motorised chair and lifted her drink to her lips.

"What, do you want, a drink?" Mercy asked Lola.

Mercy rotated her chair towards Shirley. "Shirley, get Lola a drink. I wouldn't want her dehydrated. You fucked her, you must know what she likes."

Nervously, Shirley poured Lola a double whisky. Holding it at arms length he handed it to Lola. Lola reached to take the glass, for a moment almost losing her balance is she stood with her legs still crossed.

Lola hesitated and held the glass firmly in both hands.

Shirley appologetically said "Drink it Lola, it will be for the best, you'll feel better."

Mercy moved her chair away from the desk and rotated to face Lola. As usual she was impecably turned out, her hair perfectly coifeured, her wrinkles masked by layers of well applied makeup, her bust beautifully supported under her short red suit. Mercy's thin legs were clad in wrinkle free stockings and terminated in a pair of towering red heels. 

"Shirley's right, you'll be better off drinking up. You'll feel much better. You won't feel what's coming to you." Mercy turned her chair to face Shirley and continued. "Won't she shirley?"

Turning back to face Lola Mercy again spoke. "Is this what you want to do?"

Lola looked at Mercy and saw nothing. Lola said nothing. All stood in silence with just Lola's fidgeting breaking the silence until a short while later.

Lola gasped. A trickle of pee began to run off the front of Mercy's seat. Running neatly in a stream between her legs it splattered on the step between her shoes.

Mercy smiled at Lola. "There, That should make it easier." She said.

Noticing a shocked expression on Lola's face Mercy tilted her head slightly to one side. "What, you think I'm an incontinent old woman? Don't look at me like that, this is deliberate. How do you think I'm supposed to sit on the toilet six or seven times a day with my state of health. You think I should be bothered? It's how I keep my independence. I'm not incontinent, I'm a lazy cow who pisses herself because she can't be bothered to use the toilet. You shouldn't knock it. It's nice and warm. If I want to feel warmth I just piss myself a bit. It's the only way I get a bit of warmth nowadays, I'm not getting any of that from my ungrateful family."

Mercy turned to Shirley and continued. "There was a time when Shirley got turned on by me pissing myself, now he says its disgusting. Let's see what he thinks when you piss yourself. He only married his wife because she pissed herself for him."

Lola tried to hold on to the contents of her bladder but the inevitability began to bite. Lola felt the dampness in her knickers as a first trickle escaped. She reacted and tightened her legs together but Mercy knew what was happening.

"Let it go." Mercy said. "Enjoy it while you still can, slut." she added.

Shirley scowled at Mercy. "Don't call her a slut. Just because I fucked her doesn't make her a slut. I fucked you, are you a slut?"

"Of course I am. Anyone who fucks her own son is a slut. I did it for love though. I loved you as you loved me don't forget. And yes your wife's a slut as well as your daughter. That's the way it is. Like it."

Lola now gave up the fight. Another spurt escaped and she felt it begin to trickle down her leg. As she relaxed her pee began to flow uncontrolled through her knickers and down her legs. Now more relaxed she uncrossed her legs as her now warm pee flowed down her legs and splattered from her knickers onto the carpet.

"Right Lola. The time has come." Said mercy as she lifted the gun up to take aim. "I'm not having you making Shirley get a hard on like that. That's for me to do."

Before Mercy had a chance to pull the trigger Carter burst into the room. Grabbing a chair he snapped off a leg and clubbed Mercy with an almighty swipe to the side of her head. Mercy immediately lost conciousness and her head remained slumped to the side with a trickle of blood running down her face.

Carter snatched the gun from Mercy's hand and tossed it to Shirley. "Kill the old bag. Finish her off. Do what you were supposed to do for the sake of the family." He said.

Shirley looked at the gun. "I can't. I can't kill my mother any more than you can. Lola. You'll have to do it."

Shirley now tossed the gun to lola.

Lola flung the gun away. "I don't think she is going anywhere soon. I've done enough killing for one lifetime"

Lola could now feel her nipples forcing their way through the fabric of her thin top. "Let's get out of here." she said. Lola started towards the door and then paused breifly as she felt her wet knickers between her legs. Deftly she stopped and slid her knickers off, stepping out of them and tossing them into Mercy's lap.

As she dragged Shirley out of the door with her miniskirt flipping up breifly to reveal her bare bottom Lola turned to Carter. "Look after your mother. Make sure she doesn't harm anyone else."

PP

I would be peeing all the way through the movie. I just hope that the seat can take it all.

@AlfrescoI just wish I went to more events that ball gowns are appropriate. I don't mix in those circles and this was just a fun event. It was lucky that I had the dress - I wouldn't have bought it!

Leaving a puddle is probably my biggest worry. Carpet is much more friendly, but there are often places that a puddle can be hidden on hard floors like in a corner or near some furniture where it will run underneath.

My shoes get wet. I wear open shoes with a heel so that they drain nicely. I don't like pee sloshing about in my shoes and I think it might be a give away.

My friends do notice that I never visit the ladies and that I do drink a lot. They often ask if I have (insert euphemism for peeing here) and I always reply in the affirmative and smile. No one else ever notices of course, they have no reason to.

PP