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"ARE YOU... [calmly] are you peeing in the garbage can?"

"Hell yes! Maybe don't have a single unisex bathroom in your tiny little terrible cafe."

"Look lady, I'm going to ask that you never return to eat here or even enter the shop."

"Fine by me. You're just damn lucky the trash was convenient; otherwise I'd be pissing in the soda machine."

"Hey sis, can you give me a hand?"
"What's up?"
"Mom asked me to rinse all the glasses from dinner before I put them in the dishwasher, but well..... I ran out of pee after just the two cups."
"You need to learn to work faster, you just need to fill and slosh it around. Here let me show you"

"Oh Okay, I get it now. I just don't have a fast enough stream."

"That just takes some practice. I'll do the other glass and then just finish over the other dishes."

"Actually, can you just fill that glass? It looks really tasty and I am sort of thirsty."

"Sure, no worries."

I tend to be a bit autistic at times and that results in OCD. The problem's that I like peeing where I should not go and I get "spots" that I want to use often. My need to go actually increases as I get closer to them. There's a space in the stockroom of the grocery store I found when I intentionally turned the wrong way from the bathrooms. Behind the gas station's a small drain pipe with the lid missing. At the front of the hardware store is a "last chance" aisle full of broken items and misshapen wood, that is seldom occupied. Finally, the 2nd hand furniture store has a back room with an abandoned chair; I was there the other day when I got caught.

I wandered around there knowing that no one'd would be around. I squeezed past the shelf to find it tucked quietly waiting for the only person that ever used it for something, me. I lowered my jeans and panties and sat down on the seat. Without hesitation my piss jetted into the cushion soaking it hard with liquid. As I said, I need to go more when I use them as the thrill increases just with proximity. I was fully engaged in my release when I heard someone else enter the back area, they were looking around cautiously and I'd heard them sniffing in the air. It was obvious they could smell my pee. I tried to stop but they found me quickly, squeezing past the shelf and standing boobs to face with me. They were nice looking boobs too. "Oh, so you too?" Was all she said. She stared down to my crotch, just watching my flow. "I need to go, are you about done? I use this when the bathroom's occupied, since you did this first some time ago. Don't worry, it's fine. You can go here if you like. Let me know when you come in, I can keep people from venturing back here. My names Liddia." I finished and stood up, so she got a good look at everything while I was pulling up my pants. The area was really small, so our boobs got REALLY intimate for a couple of secs. while we traded places. I was about to squeeze out and leave, but she said I could stay if I wanted. My autism kicked in and I was very curious suddenly. I got very flustered when I thought she was about to put her private parts right in my puddle and I am sure my face went quite red. She lowered her capri pants and no panties. Liddia bent low, showing me her whole butt, pucker and slit, and stepped out of one leg. She then put a hand on the arm of the chair and lifted the naked leg into the seat, stepping up and sitting on the back. If I had missed anything before, it was all visible again; including a small cute cartoon-y beaver tattoo very close to her opening. With a light sigh, she let go. The stream was very forward and arced over the chair landing between my shoes. "Oh, sorry. I'm usually down there myself." She shifted her butt back and up and her stream followed until it splashed on the material. "My first time being watched, first time watching for you?" I just nodded. After we both stared in silence for 15 sec, Liddia swished her hips and her release moved with it. "Hey step over here." While she motioned to the side of the seat. When I got out of the way, she bucked her butt back forward and started shooting high into the air, it was arching well above the top of my head and splashing loudly on the carpet. I realized I was very close to her and looking down I could see her urethra being pushed open by the liquid, I was busy darting back and forth between source and destination as it dampened the floor. Liddia made one last movement of her butt, down again, and the last 10 secs launched the slightly yellow piss out into the aisle beyond the shelf hiding the plush ersatz toilet. The gush drooped and returned to her and I watched it all disappear. After dismounting, Liddia wiped with a finger and licked it, giving my heart a good flutter. She fixed her capri pants and I could see 2 small wet drips on the front. She whispered very near my ear, "We should go together next time." Placing my left hand on her ample left breast. We took turns leaving so as not to arouse suspicions. I might be going there next week again.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you Ma'am, but the sign says to use the yellow towels if you want to pee in the linen section."
"But these are the yellow towels?"

"No, those USED TO BE the white towels, but no one reads the sign......"

"Oh, sorry. Do you want me to move?"
"Yes, but just scoot that way. I might as well join you at this point."

Yesterday I was writing up my bills when I had to pee so badly. I needed to get them done as I can get very distracted and forget if I walk away from a task. I walked over the recycling and there on top was a plastic fast food cup. I took it back across the kitchen with me. Since I was doing this on the counter over my dishwasher, I opened the door, slid out the top shelf, and set the cup there. I then lowered my panties (yes... I run around my single house almost naked most days). It took a couple of seconds to get the shelf and myself all lined up and then I had to end up dropping my undies all the way down, but after a few moments I was writing my check and pissing in the cup at the same time. I found it hard to focus, this was both new, as well as fun and interesting. I went for some time and got more than one bill in envelopes and stamped. Once my stream stopped I pushed out a couple extra squirts and stood the glass up to keep it from spilling. I finished what I was doing then poured it down the sink drain around my plates and utensils. I rinsed the cup, washed my hands, and put the cup back in the bin. Then I started to head to put my mail in the box. I put on my slippers, opened the front door...... and realized I forgot my panties. Remember that attention span issue? Just about walked out to the street naked, that would have been fun to explain to the neighbors!

Dear Wet Carpet Magazine,

I am here to confess. I've done something both evil and vindictive, but I feel just in my actions. I was out shopping the other day at one of the stores I really enjoy, but as I was walking in, behind me saunters a "Karen" with her silly "purse dog" under her arm. The store only allows service animals and I know this well because I had one for a few years. It unfortunately got too old and had to be put down. After that I thought I was going to get another, but my physician said my condition no longer required one as long as I was diligent. Now, I KNOW this dog was a pet and not for service as she never put it down and the thing was wearing sunglasses. I tired to ignore it and do my shopping, but as I was walking around I could hear the thing barking at people, another good sign it was not trained. It so happens as I was getting ready to leave I needed to stop by the bathroom to pee, since the travel time was going to be about a half hour to get home. On my way by the pet aisle, I saw them again. The lady had put it down and was letting try out a bed or something. I ducked around the corner and pretended to look at sheets. I kept an ear open to listen for them leaving, in the meantime I slipped out of my panties from under my skirt and stuffed them in my handbag. I heard her pick the runt up, set it in the cart, and it was whimpering as I saw her come around to my side. I waited a second and left the opposite direction onto the pet aisle where she had just been. This allowed me to keep them in listening range again. I acted natural for about a minute, then I sprung to action. I flipped up my skirt, adopted a high squat and FLOODED the aisle. I pissed on everything I could hit, soaked the chew toys, drenched the beds, made a huge puddle on the floor, pushed hard and fast to get as much out quickly. It took maybe fifteen seconds, but it was the output of forty-five easy. I dashed out of the aisle and made a straight shot for the registers on the end-caps by the wall. Once I got up there, I stopped at the service desk and politely reported that the pet section was a disheveled mess, making clear to point out the only person in the place with an animal was her. The attendant thanked me and I promptly left. I went out and sat in my car and watched as the woman was escorted out in a VERY abrupt fashion while she screamed about unfair treatment. The acting manager was there and I am sure she was banned from returning.

"If they can't be left alone... JUST STAY HOME."

This ONE time at BAND CAMP, I peed in an upright grand piano. I snuck out after dark, to use the outhouse, but for some reason it was locked. The main hall was open but there were no other bathrooms. I found the practice hall unlocked and saw it there. I walked up onto the seat, took off my panties, then put my bare feet on the keys. I opened the lid and stood there, one hand on the lid and the other holding my nightie out of the way. I peed long and hard all over the insides and even got some notes from the strings. The counselors found out it was me after an investigation. The male counselor was going to punish me, but I told him the outhouse was locked. Also he didn't know what the proper punishment was, so I told him to pee in my butt... and he agreed! While he was doing it though, a couple of the boys found us in the act and I told them they could go too if they stayed quiet. So they waited in line and all three took turns, I was so full inside with piss. I waddled my way to the outhouse and let it all out, it was amazing.

SO, ANOTHER time at BAND CAMP... it was actually the next year, my whole cabin of five girls took turns peeing in a cello. We each squatted over it and squirted into the F holes. It sloshed around a bunch with five bladder fulls. Then this OTHER time at the end of the summer we all pissed in the counselor's tuba. We hated her because she was fat and mean. At the end of the season there's a concert, so all the girls took turns filling it up the night before. There were eight in total that year.  The next morning she hoisted it up and realizing it seemed extra heavy, took a DEEP BREATH and showered the WHOLE area with spent piss, it ruined the costumes, and cancelled the performance. Since we all were a part of it, no one confessed any knowledge... and then I never had to go back there again!

Hey all, again. I'm not sure if anyone’s still here from before, but for a short rundown, here we go. It's me, the guy whose mom got divorced and married another mom. I ended up with a sister that drank my urine and then made a regular thing of it. I moved out of the house after I graduated college and thought that was the end of the story. Somehow, I think it got worse.

I moved in with the two girl friends I have been around my whole life. Life was pretty good, they knew about the pee stuff, but it was fine. Occasionally they asked for a drink, but nothing too demanding, and once I was off the distilled water and fruit juice, the flavor was a bit strong. So it was rare that it tasted good, somehow they didn't care. My sister would visit now and again and was very forward, literally sitting around with the four of us talking, she would get up, come over, and just get my dick out. She would suck me off or tell me to piss in her mouth like it was completely normal with the others right there. To gloss over the less important details, eventually we added two more roommates to the apartment and now I'm the only guy around four girls. That is sort of how this whole crazy new chapter started.

The apartment is small, just two bedrooms. For some time I had my own room, and the girls all shared the other one. That was until the fifth inhabitant. Then it was two girls in each room and I got a makeshift space at the end of the hallway. For a basic floorplan, one corner of the living room extended to become the hall. The first door was the bathroom, after that, two doors across from each other about midway down the length, then nothing until a coat / linen closet at the end. So they put up a shoji screen and gave me a single bed, the linen closet became my wardrobe, and then just enough room for a dresser. Since I got the raw deal, they agreed not to hide nudity from me. They run around topless and naked usually early mornings or just after a shower. I still had my own space and they were considerate of my privacy, but I'm getting off topic. My girl friends had really cut back on asking for drinks with the new permanent company, which was fine with me. To tell this correctly I'll start using names, not the real ones, but it'll help keep everyone organized. So we have Brigette, Stephanie, those are my old friends, then Mykala and Jonesy, finally me but I don't need a name for this. Mykala was leaving for her coffee shop shift and Brigette and I were watching a couple episodes since we both got home from our own jobs. Mykala was dashing around when I reached over and paused the show, saying I needed a bathroom break. Brigette coyly asking if I she could and I quote, "Can I get it, ya know for old times’ sake? Mykala will be gone, leaving just us." I said that was fine. So as soon as Mykala darted out the door, I stood up and dropped out my dick. Brigette held a glass for me and I filled it up. Just as I squirting out the last bit, Mykala burst back through the door. She had forgotten her clock in badge, so what she saw was me pissing in a cup, that Brigette was holding, and as soon as my stream stopped, Brigette immediately starts gulping it down. Of course, my dick's still in my hand and very much being stared at by Mykala who is dark skinned like me. Brigette sees Mykala and just told her to get going or else she’d be late; they would talk later.

Fast forward a few days and Brigette told Stephanie Mykala knows, she has started to knowingly tease me with the same innuendos like my sister used to do, but always when Jonesy is there, the only one that doesn't know about it. Now for the interesting part, Jonesy is my co-worker. That is how she ended up staying with us, without too much back-story, she was evicted from her last placed, confided in me, and got along well with the other girls. Now, since three of the four knew about it, Mykala was curious and wanted to try it. Which meant that Brigette and Stephanie pushed me to go back on my "diet" of water and fruit juice, but this time they went all in and created a full meal plan with celery, peaches, papaya, pineapple, and some spiced teas. It was all information off the internet, which I don't know why that surprised me. Honestly, they just went crazy with testing what worked best for flavor. As a result, they made me start taking a very large water bottle to work and I was told not to waste any samples in the toilet. Needless to say, Mykala was a quick fan as well. Which brings us back around to Jonesy, we were at work on afternoon, but since we work in different departments and slightly different hours, we don't see each other often. She was in the breakroom when I came back from the bathroom with my bottle, I put it in the fridge and we chatted for a bit. After a minute or two with her food in the microwave, she wanted to sit down to eat.

"Hey, I forgot my drink. Do you mind if I steal some of your water out of the fridge?"

"I'd prefer not."

"What? How come? Be a bro!"

"I'm telling you not to, you won't like it."

Without hesitation and completely against my warning, she grabs it from the shelf and runs to the other side of the room. Before I can even tell her, "Don't drink that!" She's swallowing big gulps of it.

"WHAT IS THIS!?! It isn't just water... but it tastes amazing!"

I go over to the hall and make sure NO ONE is ANYWHERE, then back and in very hushed tones, "You are literally drinking my piss." The realization hit her rapidly, I could see her face go white, her heartbeat ramped up, then her whole face flushed crimson.

"Wait, is that why your jug's always more full when you come home? Are you some kind of fetish pervert?? Wait, Wait, Wait, this jug's always EMPTY in the morning, so who's.... OH MY GOD! Are the other girls- How long have you been~ Is that all those jokes that Mykala makes!?!"

She would not give the jug back and finished the whole thing with her meal. The other girls were very upset that I didn't bring anything home that day. Jonesy explained it was her fault and then the four of them forced me to fill up all night, I was draining myself in one of them every fifteen minutes with my cock almost down their throat. It got to the point where they were all fighting over it, I had to stand and take turns filling their mouths one after the other. Brigette, then Mykala, Stephanie, and Jonesy. I've literally been turned into a human urine factory for these girls. I'm not allowed to use the toilet for anything other than solid waste now. They even wake up in the night if they hear me moving, not always all of them, but often one to three. Jonesy corners me at work, drags me into a stairwell or closet and lets me relieve myself. Stephine's the worst of them though. "Hey, you had a burger with onions. Is that part of your routine? Naughty, naughty boy, I won't tell the other girls. If you do it again though, that 'batch' is all mine." She'll actually bring me something to drink, just because she wants it back later. I suppose I shouldn't complain, I am in the best shape of my life, with their imposed diet and a trip to the gym a couple days a week. I guess my worst part is my sister moved into the next building over, so she comes over to get a couple of jugs filled once a week. I mean at this point my output is two gallons a day. At least I still get a blowjob from her, I haven’t got to pee in her ass again, they don’t want me wasting it. Also, I think I'm going to get fired for too many bathroom breaks. I’m betting if I do, the girls will cover my expenses as long as I agree to stay home and "piss my life away" to make a bad pun of it. Not sure what else to say at this point. I will write again if anything happens.

Hey there. So, I actually work as a coat check girl in a strip club. That might sound odd, but we have been in operation for over 80 years and they are leaning on "tradition." Anyway, I have short story to tell.
The other day we had a group of fellows come in, we get lots of high-end business men in suit jackets, which means I do serve a purpose other than eye-candy at the entrance. To give you an idea, I'm required to be topless, and must be wearing a thong. Otherwise, I have complete freedom. I often put on a cup-less bra or garters. They even allow me crotchless thongs once a month or when we have an event. As I was saying though, we had a couple, three guys come in the other day. The first one hands me his jacket. As I walked away, I heard "I see why she's up here, nothing to look at up there." Now, I am a petite girl and my breasts are small to modest. That's still no reason to be rude. I literally chucked the jacket on the floor so I knew which it was and grabbed the number off the hanger as I tossed it on top. I returned and handed over the number politely.
"Don't mind him, just having a bad day, that's why we came here."
"It's fine." I said with a smile, "There are plenty of men that like my boobs just fine. I mean you're looking, right?"
We both chuckled as I carried his coat back to hang up. As I straightened it, I stuck a "Free Lap Dance" card in the pocket for him. I returned again and spoke to the last gentleman. "I want to apologize too. That was uncalled for and not right. Can I get you a drink?"
"No alcohol on the clock, but tell Suzie to bring me a bottle of water. I know how to deal with THAT TYPE."
Suzie is one of our bustiest servers. She sports a 34KK bra, so you know what I mean. She will go topless, but it is at a HEAVY cost... $750 for HALF an HOUR. Sure enough, when she brought me my bottle, she was without her bra. "Hey [Coat Check], the average looking blond guys told me to bring you a water on his tab."
"Thanks Suzie. I'm going to slip my number in his coat pocket for being so nice. Let me guess, the boisterous asshole paid for your tits?"
{Sarcastically} "How'd Y'know?"
"Well, you know what I'm doing with this as always." I swept the water off the counter with a swing of my arm. "Thanks."
So, I popped the lid and started draining the bottle. We have fancy, expensive, designer water, but some of it is really good. The carbonated stuff is terrible, but it floods through my system like nothing flat (pun intended). Most the time I prefer distilled for the clean "flavor." With half the bottle and fifteen minutes down, it was time to do what was needed. I made sure there were no guests and bounced off back to the jacket on the floor. You can kind of guess what comes next, after all this is a thread for peeing. While I was dropping the thong to my ankles, I grabbed one of the sleeves, when I stood back up, I made sure it was nice and open, then cupped it over my bushless slit. It was completely natural to me and I peed right down the opening without hesitation. I could feel my heavy stream impact around the bicep area and rush down the remaining distance to the silk lining. I went for a good ten seconds adjusting the cuff so I got the interior good and wet. I dropped it and squatted down still in full release and sprayed the exterior while I got the other sleeve. Standing back up, it went right over my flow again until I finished about fifteen seconds later. I wiped using the collar and hung it on the hanger and rack as it dripped urine on the carpet.  Nothing too eventful after that. I did finish the bottle of water, but the jacket was not going to take anymore piss, so I just let go in the back over the old furnace vent. It went down to the basement where the original fire burner was located, but it was dangerous and inefficient, so abandoned decades ago. It was a fun place to release as I got to hear it patter and splash as it sloshed down the duct work. After two hours the guys came back for their coats. The jerk was first, but clearly well past drunk. The blond guy found his tag for him and handed it over to me with his own. I collected both and then returned for the other. As I gave it back, lightly folded, I told them very clearly, "Be sure to check your pockets, especially you two. Also remember-" Here I pointed at the sign next to the window that reads:

The Establishment is not liable for damage or loss of items from articles while stored in Check.

"You may find that important for your 'friend' there later." They thanked me and left.
Suzie came over putting her bra back on saying she was topless for more than three fourths the time she served them. "That guy may have been a complete douche-bag, but I got enough money for a nice vacation now. I think I am going to go to one of the nudist friendly countries this time."
"I heard about a couple of tiny island nations where they let you go naked all the time and encourage you to pee everywhere too. What do you think?"
"OH! That sounds like heaven~"