The Artist - An illustrated story

[Gotah 2,381]

Something rather different from the usual threads here. I thought it could be a fun idea to add some illustartions to my story this time, just to try something new and make it hopefully a bit more interesting.

The premise of this little piece of fiction is simple: an artist's bladder starts to make itself notice while she's outside painting a mural.

The story contains female desperation and peeing - Enjoy!

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It was early in the morning when Jackie finally found that almost unsignificant little wall she was going to paint on that day. Her first mural commission in months. The young woman couldn't wait to get her hands dirty again. She reached the spot with motivation and a small, in color sprinkled, trolley filled with everything an artist needed for such a job.
The upcoming hours were going to be long and tedious for Jackie. The painting had to be completed on that same day, the client's wish. Jackie didn't mind it, she brought almost four years worth of experience along with her and a developed set of painting skills gave her the confidence she needed.

The wall with it's humble dimensions was located along a dusty side street on the outskirts of the city. A rather colourless area. There wasn't much going on there but still enough to keep the street regularly busy. People were walking back and forth on the sidewalk, moving past Jackie, wondering what the cool looking woman, with the dark skin, yellow t-shirt and messy dungarees, was going to smear on the wall.
As with every painting, the woman started out by sketching the outlines with gray spray paint. Every line had to fit in order to make the artwork look decent.

 

To be continued

[Lutab 1,052]

Great work. Love the illustrations. Hope you keep going 🙂

Edited July 20, 2021 by Lutab
Word change

[wetwulf 3,324]

Excellent start @Gotah. I'm intrigued. 

[oliver2 4,418]

Mmm, Jackie’s gorgeous. 

[Kupar 13,339]

Great idea! Thank you so much. I'm looking forward to how the story develops 🙂

[Gotah 2,381]

Thank you all for the nice messages! The next part is already here, and are slowly starting to get spicy ...

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Over the course of the morning more and more people were hitting the sidewalks. Some went to work, some got back, others just wanted to take a stroll and a lot of them were stopping by to ask Jackie what she was doing, how the artwork was going to look like, how long it was gonna take until she finished. Questions that she was hearing constantly everytime she painted in a public area. Jackie enjoyed that. She liked the attention and the interest of the people.

As midday finally approached, part of the mural was already colored in with a basic layer of paint. Now however, it was time for Jackie to finally eat lunch. She sat down on the dusty sidewalk, inbetween her tools, leaning her back on the wall, not caring if people were staring at her. Jackie surely would've had the chance to leave her spot to grab food at a snack bar but lots of shady characters were walking along the streets, the fear of somebody taking her stuff while she was gone was strong. The woman had no intention on letting that happen so she brought her own food along with her. And now there she was eating a simple sandwich while the not even half completed mural was adorning the wall she was leaning against. A big sip of lemonade brought her happy spirit back. She forced herself not to drink all morning to avoid an early need to pee. There were no toilets around and she had to stay there all day. Experience has taught her not to exagerate with the liquids.

After half an hour of eating and silently judging people walking by, Jackie got back to work. She wiped the dirt of her dungarees and got ready to get painting again. One last slurp of lemonade went down her throat before she put the half empty bottle back in the trolley.
"Last sip for today", the voice in her head said. And so the woman moved on with her job and before she knew it the groundwork was done. Now the fun part began. Jackie dragged her big brushes out along with the little paint buckets and began to add depth to the painting with shades and details. This was the most time consuming part of the process. Jackie had to be precise and careful to not mess up the good work she had done so far.
Brushstroke after brushstroke brought the mural slowly to life. A big colorful artwork suddenly appearing in such a sad, desaturated area caught everyone's attention. Lots of passers-by were attracted by the creation and wanted to know more. Jackie kept getting delayed by curious questions.

It was fine at first but people continued to interrupt her workflow. The constant talking made the woman's mouth dry out, the warm temperatures didn't help either. Jackie kept reaching for the lemonade bottle despite her inner voice telling her not to, but remaining thirsty while doing an exausting job was not healty either. And just like that, after half the work was done, she began to feel some pressure between her legs.

To be continued ...

[nopjans 1,178]

What a wonderful story, and such beautiful illustrations. Thank you for creating and sharing this with the community here.

[Gotah 2,381]

"God damn it!", she whispered "Not now, I'm not done yet!"
Jackie knew that she was going to need a toilet at some point, but not this early. That's not how she planned it through when she stepped out of the house that morning but neither did the artist expect to get held up by so many individuals.

Holding on and working faster were the only things she could do now.
To avoid further distractions she pulled her big headphones out. These things oozed a strong "don't interrupt me 'cause I'm working" energy, exactly what Jackie needed in that moment - that and a toilet.
The woman painted and painted and yet there was still so much ahead of her. Inside her bladder the pressure got bigger, making Jackie cross her legs while moving her brushes back and forth. Lucky for her she was doing a good job thus steering people's attention on the mural and not on her desperate self.

"Keep it together, Jackie! There's still a lot to do but hold on."
The constant movement of hands, arms, shoulder and upper body became more and more exhausting. Everytime she saw her paint dripping from the brush, images of peeing people appeared and suddenly disappeared in front of her eyes. It wasn't fun anymore but Jackie was still going strong. Here and there she stopped briefly to check the painting and to squeeze her thighs stronger together.
The afternoon went by quickly. Angry that she was behind schedule, Jackie began to ocasionally let a silent swear word out.
"Stupid people, stupid mural and stupid me!"

To be continued ...

[Gotah 2,381]

All she wanted was to leave and go pee. But even if she would've had the chance to do so, where would she go? It was an unknown area the woman found herself in and all around her walls, walls, people, cars and more walls. No restaurant, no public bathroom, not even apartments where she could bother people to ask for a toilet. In short, it was the worst place one could be with a full bladder.

The evening hours arrived and Jackie took benefit from the strong decrease of people around her. It made her feel more comfortable and it allowed her now to occasionally push one hand in her crotch while the other was nervously holding the brush. 
"I need a piss damn it!" This sentence was playing in her head like a broker record. She couldn't think about anything else anymore. A good pee was all she wanted. She was shaking and dancing from one foot to the other while keeping the brush on the wall. Painting like this was horrible.
"What if I pee in one of the buckets?", she suddenly thought. Even if it was a very tempting idea the risk of getting caught was huge. Yes, there weren't many people around anymore but some were still walking by ... on both sides of the street, not to mention the cars that were driving by. Also, there was still lots of paint in those buckets. Adding additional liquids would've ruined its consistency and Jackie didn't need that uneccessary issue.

Desperate she began to look for ideas to solve her uncomfortable problem. Dropping the brush back into the bucket, Jackie picked the phone out from one of her pockets. Holding her crotch with one hand, she started to scan the area for public toilets nearby.

She found three, but to far away and by that time they were closed aswell.
"Fuck this!", she groaned. Jackie threw the phone into her trolley with anger and carried on with her job.

 

To be continued ...

[Gotah 2,381]

Unable to stand upstraight anymore she struggled to reach the top part of the artwork without losing some drops into her panties. Jackie felt how she was dripping. Needles to say, the woman didn't like it! Her bladder's muscles got weaker by the minute and due to the pain the pressure was causing she couldn't work properly anymore. Jackie wasn't able to paint for more than a minute without eventually bending over in agony. She had to leave and find somewhere to relieve herself. But what if someone stole her stuff while she was gone?

This was the only reason that was still keeping the young artist from immediately abandoning her spot.
As she stood there pee dancing (in the most obvious way) in the middle of the sidewalk, she knew that a decision had to be made: either leave to find a secluded spot, pee right there where she was as soon as she got a moment for herself - or wet her dungarees in the hopes that noone would notice (...as if). Every one of these options came with a risk and as a sudden spurt of pee kissed Jackies panties she took a decision.

As that little bit of wetness was dripping down her legs she ran away! She opted for probably the most obvious choice and ran away to look around for a safe pee spot, not caring anymore if she got robbed in the meantime.
The woman hurried along the streets clueless. Around each corner Jackie hoped to finally be able to take that much needed piss but her desires quickly vanished everytime. All to exposed, all to crowded, nowhere to go.

"I want to pee so bad right now!", she whispered desperate. Jackie then stopped and looked. There was nothing all around her. Moaning in pain she started to run again. Little spurts of urine kept pouring out of Jackies wet pussy. A few more minutes and the fight would be lost.
"Hold it, Jackie, hold it! Please hold it!"

 

To be continued ...

[Kupar 13,339]

56 minutes ago, Gotah said:

Unable to stand upstraight anymore she struggled to reach the top part of the artwork without losing some drops into her panties. Jackie felt how she was dripping. Needles to say, the woman didn't like it! Her bladder's muscles got weaker by the minute and due to the pain the pressure was causing she couldn't work properly anymore. Jackie wasn't able to paint for more than a minute without eventually bending over in agony. She had to leave and find somewhere to relieve herself. But what if someone stole her stuff while she was gone?

This was the only reason that was still keeping the young artist from immediately abandoning her spot.
As she stood there pee dancing (in the most obvious way) in the middle of the sidewalk, she knew that a decision had to be made: either leave to find a secluded spot, pee right there where she was as soon as she got a moment for herself - or wet her dungarees in the hopes that noone would notice (...as if). Every one of these options came with a risk and as a sudden spurt of pee kissed Jackies panties she took a decision.

As that little bit of wetness was dripping down her legs she ran away! She opted for probably the most obvious choice and ran away to look around for a safe pee spot, not caring anymore if she got robbed in the meantime.
The woman hurried along the streets clueless. Around each corner Jackie hoped to finally be able to take that much needed piss but her desires quickly vanished everytime. All to exposed, all to crowded, nowhere to go.

"I want to pee so bad right now!", she whispered desperate. Jackie then stopped and looked. There was nothing all around her. Moaning in pain she started to run again. Little spurts of urine kept pouring out of Jackies wet pussy. A few more minutes and the fight would be lost.
"Hold it, Jackie, hold it! Please hold it!"

 

To be continued ...

I love the drawings in this part! Thanks so much for writing and illustrating this story - it's fantastic work 🙂 Hope Jackie gets some relief soon ... I feel for her!

[Gotah 2,381]

6 hours ago, Kupar said:

I love the drawings in this part! Thanks so much for writing and illustrating this story - it's fantastic work 🙂 Hope Jackie gets some relief soon ... I feel for her!

Thanks alot! I'm happy you like it. 

The next part is going to be the big final, so you're all going to witness what will happen!

[Gotah 2,381]

We reached the big final! Enjoy the last part!

 

It was a gift sent from heaven as she spotted a tiny little, almost secret staircase in front of her that was leading down to a hiking path below. There was nobody around. That was Jackie's chance.

With sunset colors above her head she ran down the concrete steps while undoing the suspenders of her dungarees. The woman's run came to a hold. Jackie pulled her pants down and finally, after all the suffering, relief!

A waterfall of golden liquids erupted out of Jackie's vagina. Gentle at first but wild and untamed quickly after. The hissing and the splashing were loud and so were the woman's moans. Not caring anymore about people potentially walking by she let it all out. Her pussy lips were shaking from the stream's force.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah ... Oh my Goodne ... Aaaaah!"

What a beautiful sensation.
"Oh this feels good!", Jackie mumbled. Breathing heavily she looked at her pee flowing down the steps, reaching the path beneath at any moment. She saw people walking by. They on the other hand heard Jackies noises coming from above and looked up to her. The only thing that caught their attention were her exposed genitals out of which the most gorgeous looking pee stream was pouring out.

Surprised and embarassed by the sight most of them turned their heads in other directions. The more perverted ones, they stared - and they were not all men.
Jackie didn't care. All she wanted was to pee and she savored every single second of it.

The fountain came to an end as quickly as it had started. The staircase was covered in piss and Jackie, while standing back up, admired her newly created masterpiece.
Turned on by what just happened she remembered her other artwork that was still unfinished.
"Oh shit!"

The woman regained her senses and ran all the way back from where she came from.

Relief once again overcame Jackie as she found all of her tools and colors still there where she had left them. Exhausted she sat down in the dust for a moment and processed everything that had just happened.
Pleased with herself she thought: "Oh that was hot!"
She continued wondering if she should try this out again another day. Peeing this much was fun. For now though she still had one last task that had to be completed and so, tired and horny, she continued to paint.

Edited August 7, 2021 by Gotah

[gldenwetgoose 21,486]

Absolutely brilliant - enjoyed every moment and every pencil stroke.  You are incredibly talented.

[Kupar 13,339]

Fabulous finish @Gotah! And as an aside, I *love* the final drawing! In fact, all the way through you have captured the different states of Jackie's mind - from busy and professional to desperate and worried. And in this last one I can really see the happy, horny Jackie! Love how she's pulling her top aside 😉 

[Gotah 2,381]

1 hour ago, gldenwetgoose said:

 You are incredibly talented.

I wouldn't go this far but thank you!

1 hour ago, Kupar said:

Love how she's pulling her top aside 😉 

I thought it could be a nice touch. Also I was admittedly a bit horny aswell when I started working on this drawing so I just added a little nipple there so that by the end we get to see all of Jackies intimate parts 😛

[TinkleBoy420 12]

You're my favorite author on here, and I love your artwork. Please keep submitting such great content. 🤤

Edited August 7, 2021 by TinkleBoy420

[Gotah 2,381]

5 hours ago, TinkleBoy420 said:

You're my favorite author on here, and I love your artwork. Please keep submitting such great content. 🤤

I'm gonna try my best, thank you!

[Alfresco 11,629]

Definitely a great story and the illustrations are a brilliant addition. 

On 8/7/2021 at 1:31 PM, Gotah said:

I wouldn't go this far but thank you!

You are too modest.  I agree with @gldenwetgoose that you are very talented.  The drawings are very accurate with great shading and light/shadows etc - very realistic.  Even the expressions on the face paint their own picture.  I particularly love the drawings of her peeing on the stairs, especially the one viewed from behind with the people at the bottom of the stairs looking up.   If that were me then I would definitely be looking up - if not starting to climb the stairs!

[Lutab 1,052]

Nice illustrations 🙂