Oh Christmas Tea - an illustrated story

[Gotah 2,382]

The time has come once again friends. A new illustrated story is coming your way 🙂

Maybe some of you remember my story "Oh Cristmas Tea" that I posted here two years ago. I decided to pick it up again and give it a little rewrite, change a few bits and of course add some illustrations to the whole mess.

 

With this being said, enjoy the first part of this female desperation christmas disaster and stay tuned for more in the upcoming weeks (hoping that I'll finish it in time for Christmas)!

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It was past mid December and Christmas was knocking loud at Tilly’s door. She however had been ignoring these knocks for quite some time.

Times have changed, the woman used to love Christmas as a child, as we all did, but the older she got the more the holiday became a chaotic manifestation stress, money and forced kindness. But still, as much as she disliked all of this, Tilly still tried to make it somewhat special every year. It was an almost desperate attempt to keep that little bit of magic alive that was left.

This Christmas however, things were looking different than the previous years. Due to unfortunate circumstances, Tilly was forced to celebrate the holiday all by herself that year.

This may sound sad to some but she was excitingly looking forward to it. It was the perfect opportunity to finally celebrate it the way she wanted to, simple and cozy, just like the old days, without any distractions or worries caused by others.

Just four days before Christmas Eve she began to decorate her appartement. Candles, ribbons, lights, cute little figures on the balkon, crib and of course the tree. A beautiful fir in the living room corner, shining bright with colorful globes all over its branches. Tilly was diligent, The whole arrangement was set up in one afternoon, it was tiring and yet the result was more than satisfying. The presence of the Christmas spirit was to be felt in every room of the appartement.

Relaxed she let herself fall flat on the couch, with a smile on her face and the sweet smell of cinnamon, wood and dried oranges in her nose.

Outside the cold was reigning, mountains, forests, meadows, roads, all where covered in a fresh blanket of snow from the night before and Tilly sat silent in her living room drinking warm cups her freshly brewed, sweet tasting "Christmas tea" as she called it. A tradition, one of the few she still tried to preserve. The atmosphere couldn't have been more fairytale-like.

"COOKIES!!", the woman suddenly thought. She still had to bake them ... but was it worth it? It had been a long afternoon already and the sun was about to set.

Tilly was tired, but this was bugging her more than it should have. How could she enjoy the rest of the evening without the buttery smell of cookies floating around the rooms?

And just like that she found herself in the kitchen again, opening drawer after drawer to look for the recipe. Eventually, a wrinkly piece of yellowish paper came to the surface. All of the badly written ingredients were still readable and Tilly could now finally start the last big task of the day. She picked everything she needed out of the fridge and the wooden cupboards. Flour, milk, butter, everything was carefully arranged on the table… except the eggs. Where in Santa Claus’ name where the eggs? They were nowhere to be found.

"Damn it!", Tilly complained. She had to go and buy them, but again, was it worth it? At this time of day?

The woman looked up at the clock on the wall, she still had a good hour until all of the grocery stores would close.
"Easy", the eggless woman thought. What did bother her though was that now she had to go put different clothes on. The whole day she had been walking around in yoga pants, winter socks and her favourite red swater, knitted with love by her grandmother. Deep down she was quite happy to get rid of the wooly piece of clothing though because it felt itchy on her skin. Today especially since she decided to wear nothing underneath it. Tilly undressed herself in the bedroom and half naked she spent way to much time looking for something wearable for the cold evening air that was waiting for her outside.

The choice of clothes in the end didn’t matter since it got all covered by a green coat and a scarf. A stylish beanie covered her dark hair, thick boots kept her feet warm and with a little bag around her shoulder she left the building.

Tilly didn't own a car, she used the bus for most of the time, but because the store was only 10 minutes away from her home she walked all the way there. The cold air was spicy and scratching her cheeks. She however didn’t mind, a gorgeous sunset above the mountain peaks was giving her enough distraction from the harsh climate and turned an insignificant walk to the store into a magical experience.

The warmth came back shortly after she walked past the slidy doors of the store 

Her body began to defrost and that's when she realized: "Shoot, I have to pee!"

Blinded by the whole atmosphere she had created earlier, Tilly completely forgot about the side effects of her Christmas tea: a fast filling bladder.

 

 

To be continued...

Edited November 29, 2022 by Gotah

[miniskirtpisser 411]

The artwork is amazing!

[Gotah 2,382]

"Just buy what you need and go! You'll be home in no time!"
With determination she walked through the shelves and quickly reached the freezer were the eggs were stored ... or should've been stored. Tilly looked around but there was nothing there.
"They must've sold out." It was late in the day so it could've been plausible.
"Or maybe they moved them somewhere else ... but where?"
She kept looking around, unsuccessfully, until she came across an employee, a short woman with even shorter hair, and asked: "Excuse me? Do you still have eggs left?"
The employee contorted her face and said: "No, I'm sorry. We're all out of eggs for today. You should come by tomorrow morning again."
Tilly nodded and thanked her, whilst keeping her disappointment secret. Now all that was left to do was leaving the store and go home to pee.
She walked by the cashier without having anything to give her (always tricky to do without looking like a criminal) and then got out into the cold December air again.
This misfortune made her feel alot of frustration, much more than necessary. Tilly didn't like the idea of walking all the way here just for her go back home empty handed. She knew that there was another grocery store down the road, but that meant another 10 minute walk. On any other day it would've been fine, but now that her bladder was taking up more and more space inside her body, she became sceptical. This left the woman thinking: "Should I risk it?"
The answer was quick: the shop was the way to go. Tilly had no intention of walking back without those damned eggs inside her bag. The urge however got bigger with each step Tilly made. 

"I can hold it. I can hold it. I can hold it", she kept whispering underneath her scarf. She reached the building in even less time than originally anticipated, probably because she was quick on her feet all the way there, still, the woman arrived with a strong desire to urinate. To make matters worse, Tilly barely knew the place. She had visited it once before, years ago and had no idea were everything was stored. A big quest was now waiting for her. Tilly’s shiny hazel eyes were moving in every direction as she walked with shaky legs around the store. Whenever she had a moment for herself she pressed a hand or two between her legs to fight the pressure. It felt good but only briefly.

The woman who only payed attention to the product she was searching, eventually got lost inside the intricate shelf labyrinth and sadly no savior salesperson or minotaurus was to be found. Not even regular customers were around, apparently it wasn’t a popular place for grocery shopping.

 

Eventually she stumbled into a dead corner of the store. It was hidden, empty and silent. Normally she would’ve turned around and walked back. But not today. In that moment her desperate brain didn’t see a dead corner, but an opportunity. Blinded by the urge for relief she unbottoned her jeans and squatted right into the corner to let out a hissy stream of sweet sweet urine. Salvation!

"Wait! What the fuck am I doing?!" Realization hit harder than her splashes on the dusty floor.

“Tilly!”, she got angry at herself. Scared by her sudden loss of sanity she aborted the stream. What a painful sensation. Phisically and mentally. Of course she wanted to keep gushing but common sense said "NO!". Tilly pulled her pants up and ran away from the crime scene without looking back at the puddle spreading out on the floor.

"It wasn't much. Maybe they won't even notice!"
Now she had tasted blood. Tilly had to get out of the shop as soon as possible.

Her purchase had just become irrelevant as she suddenly walked past a shelf filled with all the eggs in the world.
"Of course!", she thought irritated "As soon as you're not looking you find everything you need!" The desperate woman grabbed one box and went straight to the cashier, payed and left immediately. Her nervous behaviour probably caught the man’s attention but looking at his lifeless eyes he probably couldn’t have cared less about anything that was going on at that time of day.

 

To be continued...

[sman 71]

can't wait for more love it 

 

[Gotah 2,382]

Meanwhile, Tilly was out there making her way back home. The sidewalk was slippery, she had to be careful not to twist an ankle or worse, but the urge was bigger and Tilly became a little more reckless on her torturous walk home. Peeing in the store helped, it was now easier to hold on... for five minutes. After that she found herself where she already used to be.

"Aaarg! I need a piss!"

She tried to be all lady-like and press her hands against her crotch by discretly hiding them inside the pockets of her coat.

At least while she walking through the town’s crowded center. Tilly felt as if all the lights around her, whether they came from inside the stores’ windows, from the street lanterns or the Christmas decorations, were pointing at her, like a spotlight, as if someone tried to say “Look at this idiot! Walking around town, needing to pee like a little girl!”

Tilly rarely felt so uncomfortable, and to make matters worse, her urge had become so intense that she was probably not able to reach her porcellain throne in time.

“If only I had peed a little longer in the store”, she thought delirious.

The woman was surrounded by people. One wrong step, one little distraction and she would’ve experienced the most embarassing moment of her life. There was no chance for her to have a secret pee anytime soon. All she could see was people, way more than there were actually around.

Tilly got dizzy and she suddenly bumped into a man who was walking in the opposite direction. The hit was so strong that the woman squeaked and lost a juicy spurt of pee inside her panties.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!”, said the man immediately.

“It’s all good no worries!” She answered with crossed legs, while trying to stop the flood. The strain she felt in that moment was visible on her face.

“Did I hurt you?”, he asked worried.

“Nonono, I’m fine!”

“You sure?”

“Yes, thanks!”, she said with a forced smile and then left quickly. Leaving the man behind confused.

“Watch where you’re going, stupid!”, mumbled Tilly to herself.

The few drops of warm urine that were running down her legs began to freeze. Her soft thighs were getting uncomfortably cold.

“I just can’t have it easy tonight!”, she complained. 

Once Tilly moved away from the crowds she took one of her hands out of the coat’s deep pockets and placed it back between her legs. The woman was pressing hard to avoid another loss of control. Her breath was heavy, she grew weaker with each step she made. Tilly wasn’t going to endure this pain for much longer, she HAD to find a place to let her demons out.

With hectic steps she moved closer and closer towards home, even though it was still far away - to far. Her doorhandle felt unreachable in that moment.

 

To be continued...

 

**The next part will (hopefully) be the big finale of this story. How do you all think/whish it's going to end up?**

[Kupar 13,341]

I'm loving this story @Gotah, and of course your unique illustrations lift it to another level. You really do create the most exceptional content on this site - thank you 💖

[Gotah 2,382]

Last part guys. Sorry that I could make it in time for Christmas. I wasn't feeling particularly well therefore, I didn't do any drawings in the past weeks.

But here it is now, the big finale. Enjoy !

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Tilly wasn’t far away from a humiliating accident. She needed a miracle, a Christmas miracle, to escape her fate.

Inside her bladder she could hear the splashes of urine screaming LET ME OUT!

"I'm going insane!", she whispered.

At some point she had to stop and pause. Leaned against a dark wall she tried her best not to explode. People were walking past her but nobody noticed the squirming woman hidden in the shadows.

Her knees were shaking, her thighs were burning, the woman was in pain with nowhere to go. What was she supposed to do now? Give up? Wet herself infront of people? Everyone was so busy with themselves that they wouldn’t even have noticed Tilly’s unfortunate accident anyway. Still, she didn’t like the idea of peeing herself. She was a grown up woman, and grown up women don’t pee themselves. This thought, as bizzare as it was, gave Tilly the strenght and determination back that she needed to keep on fighting against her own body.

“Not tonight!”, she said and got going. Her brain however began to lose it’s sanity. Tilly was running around the snowy town like a lost child. Her sight got blurry, her head started to ache. The situation was overwhelming. All she was doing now was run around until she would inevitably piss her pants. It wasn’t a question of “if” anymore but rather “when” it was going to happen… unless of course she could find somewhere safe to pee.

People began to stare at her. Tilly’s desperation was obvious, and she didn’t even try to hide it anymore.

Suddenly another spasm and a short gush of warm piss was running down her legs again. The woman of course noticed but forced herself to ignore it. It was so cold outside that it almost felt as if the patch of urine was freezing her vagina shut.

Moans and groans were coming out of the desperate woman’s mouth. Passerbys were looking after her, wondering what was plaguing the woman. Tilly barely noticed any of it, in fact, she was so overwhelmed by pain and panic that she didn’t even notice how she was slowly moving towards the opposite direction of her actual home.

Once realization hit, she found herself at the outskirts of town, in a small neighborhood she barely knew. Four houses at most were surrounding the woman. Inside of them warm lights were shining. Tilly now had finally enough of this unbearable suffering, she had to go from door to door and ask for permission to go inside for a much needed piss. Oh, how embarassing. How would the people react once they would open their doors and see an adult pee pee dancing on their porch?

She was already turning red just by imagining it, and she was about to run back to the crowded center but the thought of sitting on a warm toilet bowl, safe and sound, letting her liquids run free in delight was worth the embarassment.

Tilly went over to the first house, the closest one, barely able to walk. Her heart was pounding as she got closer to the nicely decorated entrance. Insecure she looked around before reaching the bell and as her eyes fell onto the snow covered frontyard, she noticed something in the corner. It was a snowman. Strongly build out of two big balls. No broom in it’s hand nor a hat on it’s head. Just a crooked carrot nose, a thin twig for a smile and two rocks as eyes and four as buttons on its belly. The snowy figure was staring at the woman as if it were to say: “Nice to see you, here I am!”

And Tilly stomped over to the snowman, holding back the flood with the last bit of her remaining strenght.

Behind the figure’s back she pulled her pants down for the second time that night and as the cold air chewed on her exposed genitals she opend the gates. A warm gush of piss poured untamed all over the frozen ground. The splashes got swallowed by the snow but were still to be heard in the silence of the neighborhood.

“Mmmmmmmhhh”, Tilly moaned with her lips sealed. Relief at last! … And it felt good.

The fountain was strong, and so was it’s smell. The Christmas lights of the house made her urine sparkle in the darkness of the evening. Tilly was facing the back of the snowman and kept looking over it’s shoulder towards the warmly lit window. She begged for noone to look out, the man of snow was broad, but not enough to cover Tilly’s wide hips.

She continued to pee as if the garden was hers. The stream sounded happy but that was just Tilly. A smile appeared on the woman’s face, satisfaction and relief. She made it somehow without wetting her pants, except a little patch between her legs.

As the last bit of dribble came to an end she quickly got dressed and covered the evidence by shoveling away the pee stained snow and footprints with her feet. Tilly ran away delighted and jumped around like a happy child feeling lighter than ever. Her destination was now her house. There were cookies to be made!

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A happy belated Christmas friends 🙂

[wetwulf 3,324]

I share the snowman's expression in that last image. Thank you @Gotah for another amazing story accompanied by your very talented artwork.

[Knockonthedoor 175]

Love the incorporation of the snow and season into the story. Well done!

[miniskirtpisser 411]

Love the story and the illustration. It has all of the pee tropes that I enjoyed. Thank you for sharing this. 

[Gr8gtrr 9]

Great work!