Stand

[TheSecretOmoAccount 33]

This story's been popular on a couple other sites I've shared it with, so I thought I'd bring it here as well. 

It will contain female desperation, relief, some wetting and (as the title suggests) girls standing to pee. 

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Shelby was going to be first in line when the store opened in the morning. She’d be the first to get her hands on the limited edition figurine that could only be obtained by pre-ordering the new Last Reverie game from this specific chain of stores. She’d set up a tent outside the store, and already more people were joining her and doing the same.

It had been murder trying to convince her Dad to let her do this. Dad wasn’t too keen on the idea of her spending all night in a parking lot, and had insisted she could only go if her brother Emmett accompanied her. Shelby had been tempted to say that was a load of sexist nonsense; She and Emmett were twins, so it wasn’t like he was any more of an adult than she was. And, when push came to shove, she was more likely to be able to defend herself than Emmett was. Not only had she always just seen herself as being tougher than her fragile, nervous brother, but she’d been the one to take multiple self-defense classes and carried pepper spray everywhere.

But, she really wanted to go to this, and it wasn’t like she really minded spending time with her brother. Emmett, however, did mind having to stay up so late, and then try to get some rest in a sleeping bag that offered little cushion from the pavement. He also really minded the fact that he could not shower or brush his teeth before going to bed. He felt dirty all over, all his sweat from the day still caked on his body, and his teeth uncleaned; Plaque was basically bacteria poop, and the knowledge that he couldn’t rinse that crud off was making him profoundly uncomfortable.

He was just glad he’d at least remembered his hand sanitizer. He was even more glad when he realized that, after the stores closed, he wouldn’t be able to use a proper restroom with a sink in it to wash his hands afterwards. No, instead it seemed everyone had decided to pee into bottles. It had repulsed him to no end, but eventually the pressure in his bladder had outweighed his disgust and he’d given in and made use of a bottle. Then emptied at least a quarter of his hand sanitizer into his palms.

Shelby kind of groaned as he did these things. He thought maybe she was about to tease him for being such a germaphobe again. Or that she didn’t like being in earshot of her brother peeing in a bottle. Or maybe she’d filled one of his bottles of hand-sanitizer with super-glue again and was disappointed that he’d grabbed the one that she hadn’t sabotaged. He stood up to throw out the bottle somewhere.

Shelby groaned again, quieter now. Really, she was groaning because the sound of Emmett peeing in the bottle had made her own bladder spasm with need. She’d been so excited to get here and be first in line that she hadn’t peed before leaving the house, and had been drinking a lot of soda all day since she knew she’d need the caffeine. All of it wanted out now.

But, she didn’t think she could pee in one of the bottles, all the openings were too small to be usable for her. She was pretty sure, anyway. The thing was, Shelby was more adept at controlling her stream than most girls were. She could even pee standing up like a guy so long as she pulled her pants down low enough.

She’d taught herself this new skill a couple years ago. On an Internet forum, she had been made aware of the existence of a particular kind of urinal that was built with a sensor that kept track of the position and strength of the user’s stream, and came equipped with LCD screens mounted above them that housed a video game. Instead of a controller, the game was operated with the user’s pee stream. On the forum, some jackass was using the existence of these things to ‘prove’ that women did not belong in gaming.

Shelby told him that that was complete nonsense, along with a few more colorful phrases. They’d fired back and forth at each other so much that the topic ended up getting locked by the board’s moderators. Still, Shelby kept thinking about the urinal video games, and how unfair it was that anyone would develop a game that half of the population physically could not play.

But then she thought that maybe she was wrong. She’d been told all her life that she was not supposed to pee standing up, but she’d never actually tried it. Maybe she could do it, and she just didn’t know because she hadn’t tried; It had just been too ingrained into her that it was impossible.

She was not brazen enough to just try and do it on a whim, so she did some research first. She found that people with female parts could, in fact, pee standing up; There were devices that could be purchased to do it, and even a method to do it without any such device. She found online stores to purchase the devices, but then imagined Emmett or her Dad opening the package it was in before she did. That would be awkward. So, instead she was going to try and do it without a device. That, she thought, would also prove the asshole on that forum even more wrong.

She practiced in the shower for a long time, until she could reliably hit the drain every single time. She kind of had to lean funny, and force her pee out really, really hard, but it worked. Then, she started doing it at the toilet at home with all of her clothing off. Once she got the hang of that, she did it with her clothes on. There were a couple mishaps before she figured out how far her pants needed to be lowered, but after that it was easy. She rarely sat down to pee anymore, which was super useful in public bathrooms. She swore, it was like people who ‘hovered’ were just trying to make a mess, and it was nice not to have to sit in it.

She’d kept her new talent a secret for a while. But, it made her feel such a weird sense of pride that she wanted to show it off. Just… That wasn’t really the most socially acceptable thing to do. She imagined meeting that jackass from the forum in real life someday, conveniently just outside a men’s room that housed those video game urinals. She’d challenge him to a game and proceed to thoroughly wipe the floor with his chauvinistic ass.

But, that was unlikely to ever happen. Still, she wanted to show off to somebody; She was doing something that most people thought was impossible and it made her feel strangely powerful. She finally got the chance to display her skill to someone when on a trip with her family. They’d made several stops at gas stations, where her germaphobic, clean-freak of a brother refused to pee, even as he got visibly more and more desperate. She’d watched as he constantly twisted around in his seat, staring desperately out the window while palming his crotch. She pointed out to him he was being silly, and so did their Dad, but still he said he’d hold it until they were somewhere ‘clean’.

Partway through the trip he was basically out of his seat and gripping himself for all he was worth. Dad even offered to just pull over and let him pee on the side of the road, but since Emmett didn’t have his hand sanitizer to clean up with afterwards, that wasn’t good enough either. Shelby thought he was being a complete moron, but if he wanted to just pee all over himself and the car, that was his prerogative.

But, he didn’t pee himself. They got to the hotel and he was still miraculously dry. While Dad got them checked into their room, Emmett ran, half-hunched over, for the men’s room in the lobby. Seeing him fidget and squirm for the past three hours had made Shelby feel a bit of an urge to go as well, and as she watched him hobble desperately for the restroom, she’d realized her own bladder was pretty full.

They’d gotten to the hotel fairly late in the night. The lobby was totally deserted save for them and the employees. She walked the same direction Emmett had and pushed open the door to the men’s room. Emmett was at one of the urinals, and Shelby could hear him peeing so hard she thought his stream could probably strip paint off a wall. The moan of relief he’d been making cut off as soon as he saw her; “What are y—“

Shelby did not give him a chance to finish, “Check this out!” she said. She proceeded to take the urinal right beside his, pull her pants down to around her knees, lean back, position her hands, and release. Her pee sprayed into the urinal, not a drop going down her legs instead.

“What the Hell!?” Emmett’s face went red. This was not the kind of thing a person saw everyday. He didn’t really want to see it, honestly. She was his freaking sister and now she was partially naked right beside him. That was okay when they were younger, sure, but not now. If his bladder wasn’t so worn out and sore after hours of desperation, he would have tried to cut off his flow and just leave. But, he couldn’t stop peeing; his bladder had been so utterly full that it was determined to keep draining until there was nothing left inside it. So, he was trapped there.

“Cool, right?” Shelby asked.

“No! How are you even doing that?!”

“It’s really easy, I kinda make a peace sign with my fingers, and then put them—“

“N-Never mind! I don’t want to know!” Emmett interrupted. He tried not to pay attention to what Shelby was doing, just focus on how good it felt to finally pee after holding it all day on bumpy roads. He blocked her out eventually, once she’d stopped talking.

Even though Emmett had started peeing before she’d even entered the room, by the time Shelby was finished he was still going strong. She pulled up her pants. “What do you think of my mad skills?”

“I think you need to stop talking to me,” Emmett said. “At least wait for me to finish first.” After his bladder was empty and took some of his discomfort away with it, he told Shelby that he supposed that was a little impressive. Just, in a really gross, bizarre way. “Also, if you want to use urinals, don’t take the one right next to someone else, okay?”

“Why not?”

“It’s just a thing. You shouldn’t do it.”

“So, like, if somebody comes in about to have an accident, and the only available urinal is right next to somebody else they just have to hold it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s stupid,” Shelby said. “What if that had been the case when you came in here earlier? You would have just wet yourself with a toilet right there?”

“It’s just a thing,” Emmett repeated. “Okay?”

Now, sitting in the parking lot of the game store, Shelby tried not to think of those memories. That time in the hotel, it had felt really good to let go of her bladder and pee. Just like she knew it would feel extremely amazing to do right now. But, even if she could pee standing up, even if she could use a urinal without making a mess of herself, the tiny opening of the bottle would be impossible.

Now, of course, that was not the only option she had. She’d seen some of the guys in line behind her pee against the wall in between two stores. She could do that, it was a much larger target to hit after all. But, she’d still have to take her pants down to at least her knees. She may not have minded doing that in front of her brother, but… Well, he was her brother. Her twin brother. They’d seen each other naked lots of times growing up, so it just felt different to her, like it just wasn’t a very big deal.

A bunch of strange men she didn’t even know, on the other hand? That was a different story. Even if she went further down the alleyway, she’d still feel like they were looking at her and could see everything. And… Maybe they’d be too stunned by the sight of a girl peeing standing up to pay attention to anything else, but her butt would still be visible and she didn’t want any of them getting a peek at it.

She could ask Emmett to come with her and keep watch. Stand right behind her and block the view of any potential voyeurs. Except, she’d wanted to prove to herself that she didn’t need an ‘escort’. She didn’t need to rely on her brother like her Dad had assumed. She could handle herself fine. She didn’t want to admit that she needed help with anything.

So, she decided to wait until people started going to sleep. Once that happened, she’d go down the alleyway and relieve herself. Simple. What wasn’t so simple was not making it obvious that she had to go. Her legs had been crossed over each other as she sat for the last half hour, and now she’d begun sitting on top of her foot to keep her urine where it belonged. She hoped no one noticed how much she was squirming.

Emmett returned from throwing out the bottle he’d used as an emergency toilet and gave a yawn. “Well, I’m going to try and sleep now,” he said.

“Oh, yeah, me too,” Shelby said. She knew that once she was in her sleeping bag, she’d have more privacy to writhe. The two crawled into their tent and Emmett quickly settled inside his sleeping bag. But, he shifted uncomfortably.

“Ugh… This material is way too thin,” Emmett said. “I swear I can feel every crack in the pavement under me.”

Shelby didn’t say anything, she started to get into her own sleeping bag. When she laid down on her back, her bladder suddenly felt even fuller. She could practically feel the tender skin of her abdomen stretching overtop of it. She turned onto her side and swore she could hear the liquid inside her slosh with the motion. The horrid pressure was still there. She tried to flip onto her stomach—

“Ahh!” She yelped. That had been a terrible idea! The worst idea ever in the history of bad ideas! Rolling onto her front had practically put all of her body weight onto her bladder, it had been enough to make her lose a few drops.

“Yeah, not too comfortable, is it?” Emmett asked.

Shelby turned back onto her side, deciding that was the most manageable position. Her hands, concealed by the sleeping bag, went right between her legs and she pressed herself into her palms as she tried to get a handle on things again. “Nnnh,” she breathed. “No. It’s not.”

“Are you okay?” Emmett asked. “You sound hurt. There’s not… Like, a nail underneath you or something, is there?”

Shelby almost said it then. She almost said “I just need to pee really bad. Please come with me and keep watch.” But, she couldn’t. She could take care of herself. So, instead she said “Just… Got a cramp in my leg.”

“Need some water?” Emmett asked. “That helps.”

“No!” Shelby answered, perhaps a bit too quickly. “It’s fine. It’s fine. It went away.”

“Well, okay, if you’re sure,” Emmett said. He laid back down and turned away from her.

Shelby was grateful he had, now she felt like she had even more privacy. Her hands remained tucked between her legs and she clenched her thighs around them. Her ankles rubbed together. She just laid there and waited, listening to the sounds of other people outside the tent. Slowly, way too slowly, the number of voices dropped down lower and lower. People were going to sleep finally.

Every few minutes, Shelby’s bladder would spasm, the walls squeezing in on themselves as they fought to push out everything she had stored inside her. Sometimes, one of these spasms would result in a leak. She could feel her pants growing a little damp underneath her pressed palms.

Eventually, silence fell outside. Shelby tried to wait a few extra minutes, just to be sure. Those extra minutes were the worst of all. Her bladder was so certain she was the only one awake now, confused why that hadn’t resulted in relief yet. When she was finally positive no one was up to see her, she started to get up. Getting onto her knees was torturous, but that had nothing on the pain produced by crawling from the tent. She had to keep one of her hands against herself as she moved and her legs just refused to untangle from each other, so she was more just dragging herself along. Outside the tent, she was unable to fully stand up. She managed it for a split second, but then doubled over on herself as the longest spurt yet trickled down her legs.

She limped to the alleyway, certain she looked just like her brother had that night at the hotel. She was now beginning to think that, maybe she’d been acting just as silly as he had that day. There should have been no shame in asking him to keep watch for her. It was understandable she wouldn’t want to pull down her pants where a stranger could see.

Oh well, it was over now. She was gonna pee in just a few seconds.

Once she was in the alley though, her skin started to prickle. It was really dark here… And really, really quiet. She couldn’t even hear a cricket chirping or anything. The emptiness was creeping her out. She tried to ignore that as she lowered her pants and adopted the position she’d learned was the easiest to stand to pee in, prepared for mind-bending amounts of relief.

But, nothing happened.

That was weird, and it kind of freaked her out. Every other time in her life that she’d told her body it was time to pee, it had been instant; she’d just peed. She’d never had to try to go, especially not when she was as desperate as she was in that moment. But, this time, it felt like something was in the way, like something just refused to loosen.

She groaned and pulled her pants down the rest of the way. She lowered herself into a squat, thinking that might work better. It didn’t. Nothing came out. She pressed a hand against her lower stomach, and that made her yelp in pain again. But, no stream. Had she held it for so long that she’d broken something? That idea scared her, but not as much as dark, eerie silence of the alleyway.

Maybe that was it. Since she felt so scared, she was too tense to even pee. But, what could she do about it?

She knew exactly what she could do about it. The trouble was just that she didn’t want to. She knew Emmett would be very irritated about being woken up, and she still didn’t want to admit she needed help, but she saw no other options. She would burst soon if she didn’t get her bladder to empty somehow. Hobbling back to the tent and crawling back inside made her spurt several more times. That annoyed her; Why was her bladder willing to release now when she was trying to hold it, but refused to ease when she’d wanted to let go?

She nudged Emmett, feeling a touch guilty. She knew it must have taken him a while to get to sleep since he was so uncomfortable. He wasn’t going to like being woken up again. He grimaced as he woke and did not open his eyes. “What?” he mumbled.

“I need to pee,” Shelby said.

“Then pee,” Emmett said.

“I need you,” Shelby admitted quietly. “I need you to keep watch for me, okay?”

“What are you talking about…” Emmett asked. He opened his eyes and seemed to remember where they were. “Oh, right…” He rubbed his tired eyes. “Why didn’t you go before we went to bed?”

Shelby’s wrists were pressing between her thighs now as she writhed; “I don’t know…” she whimpered out. “Pride, I guess.”

“Pride?" Emmett repeated, not understanding.

“I didn’t want to ask you to keep watch,” Shelby said.

“That’s just silly.”

“I know, okay? I realized that when I saw how dark and creepy the alley is at night. Can you just help me?”

“Okay, okay,” Emmett said. “I kinda have to go too, anyway.”

The two exited the tent, Shelby making tiny, little distressed sounds as she crawled. The small sounds transformed into loud gasps and groans when she struggled to stand, hands clutching herself tight. Emmett was watching her display and shaking his head. He would have gladly kept watch for her sooner if she’d just said something about it. He didn’t understand why she was so averse to asking for help all the time. Everyone needed help sometimes, and one of the nice things about having a twin was supposed to be that you always had someone around to ask.

They reached the alleyway again. “Are you gonna do that weird thing again?” Emmett asked. He didn’t know why. Of course she was going to pee standing up again. Given the choice between squatting to pee and just doing it standing, Emmett figured everyone would choose to stand if they knew how. He’d never squatted to pee outside, he’d never had a reason to, but he was pretty sure the position wasn’t very comfortable to stay in for very long, and made it more likely for the person to pee on their own feet or something.

Sure enough, Shelby quickly began hosing down the wall just like a guy would. “Ahhhhh…” she breathed. Relief overtook her as her stream spattered the concrete in front of her. She couldn’t believe she’d managed to make it, the loosening of her pelvic muscles felt like a hard-won reward. The shift of the massive, painful weight in her core transformed agony into unrestrained pleasure. “This feels so good…”

“Please don’t talk to me while you do that,” Emmett said.

“But, Emmett, it feels so good…”

“And definitely don’t say my name.” Emmett was trying very hard not to pay attention, partially because the fact his sister peed like a boy honestly just weirded him out, and partially because the sound was making him more aware of how much he needed to empty his own bladder. It was hard to block it out, though. Shelby’s stream was so forceful, it sounded like a watery explosion. It didn’t sound like a mere stream at all, just furious, intense hissing. And it kept going on and on and on. He didn’t know how anyone could pee that hard, especially for so long.

The sound of it was taunting his bladder so much and he began to jiggle up and down as he wished she’d hurry up and finish soon so he could go. She noticed his bouncing and told him he could pee now if he wanted. He wanted to argue that it would be hard to keep watch and handle his need at the same time, but his bladder was fed up with waiting and listening to Shelby soak the wall with what must have been gallons of hissing pee.

He stood next to her and unzipped, his own stream beginning less than a second later. “Phew…” he sighed.

“Swordfight!” Shelby declared, and she directed her stream against her brother’s.

Emmett jumped a little, but couldn’t stop peeing. “Ack, stop! That’s gross!”

“It’s not. Urine’s sterile,” Shelby said. “I think… I read it somewhere, but I might be wro—“

“Either way, it’s still weird,” Emmett said.

“Why’s it weird for me to pee standing up, but it’s not weird for you to do it?”

“Because…” Emmett groped for words, but couldn’t think of anything. “I don’t know… I guess it’s just because it’s… unusual for a girl to do that.”

“It’s fun,” Shelby said. “Don’t you think so?”

“I’ve never really thought about it, but I guess?”

Shelby finally finished up and Emmett did so as well a few seconds after.

“Do you still need to… y’know, wipe afterwards?”

“Not usually,” Shelby said, pulling her pants back up. “I think since I have to pee so hard, I don’t notice as much left on me afterwards.”

“You ever have that thing happen where you think you’re done, and then a few more drops come out once you get to the sink?” Emmett asked. “I’ve always hated that, it feels so gross. I only hear guys mention it, so I figure it has to do with going standing up.”

“I’ve never had that,” Shelby shrugged. “Thanks for coming with me, by the way. Next time you’re gonna have to actually swordfight with me, though.”

“Who said there was gonna be a ‘next time’?!" 

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So, that was the first chapter. I'll be posting daily updates here until I've run out of completed chapters. If you want to read ahead, you can check my accounts on either Omorashi.Org or ArchiveOfOurOwn (same username as here.) 

[F0rester 165]

Great premise and excellent writing. I am looking forward to future adventures.

[TheSecretOmoAccount 33]

The comic convention had a ton of exciting things to check out. Cosplay competitions, autograph booths, and panels with voice actors and movie stars… But, after a large soda and a three hour bus ride to get there, the first thing Emmett wanted to check out was the men’s room. His bladder had been nagging him since he’d gotten onto the bus, and had been basically screaming at him the past half hour. There was a toilet on the bus that Shelby had suggested he use, but it was perhaps the most disgusting thing Emmett had ever seen so using it was completely out of the question.

It was a good thing he’d been to this convention center before, because if he’d needed to look for the restroom he’d burst long before he found it. He cringed when he saw there was a line out the door. Normally, there weren’t lines that long for the men’s, but he supposed this was a venue that attracted a lot of guys; And guys who tended to chug a bunch of energy drinks, at that. He got in line and immediately started pacing in place. He looked to the side and saw the line for the women’s was even longer, at least he didn’t have to get into that one. He was doubtful of his ability to stay dry even through this one! Maybe he should have just peed on the bus…

His need was absolutely critical, and the knowledge that there were toilets so near being used by other people was causing spasms to ricochet through his bloated bladder. He just kept dancing and trying to convince himself he could hold it.

A couple of the guys ahead of him had turned around and were staring at his obvious desperation. He felt his face practically catch fire under their scrutinizing stares, but he couldn’t stop himself from jumping in place if his life depended on it.

“Hey…” One of the guys said. “You need to go really bad?”

Emmett gave a tiny, humiliated nod. There was no point in denying that he was having an emergency. But, really, he thought there was no point in the guy asking him if he was, either. There weren’t any other reasons a person would be bouncing up and down with their legs crossed while in line for a toilet.

“You can cut ahead to the front, then,” the guy said.

Emmett must have heard wrong. “What?”

“Most of us are just here to check out the cool urinals,” one of the other guys laughed. “We don’t need to use ‘em that much.”

Emmett gave the man an odd look. He couldn’t fathom how a urinal could be that ‘cool’, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. “I—If you’re sure,” he stammered.

A few of the guys stepped aside and let him through. To his surprise, when one of them explained that Emmett was in a hurry to the people further ahead in line, they allowed him to skip right ahead too. He wasn’t going to complain, his bladder loosened itself as he easily walked straight to the front of the line. He’d just have to wait for one of the urinals to open up, it would just be a second, and he knew he could last that long.

Once at the front of the line, he saw why those guys had claimed the urinals were ‘cool’. They had small screens mounted above them that displayed footage from a video game. At first, Emmett thought that society had become so commercialized that now people were being shown advertisements while they peed, but then he realized that it wasn’t an ad. It was an actual game that was controlled by how a person’s pee stream hit the urinal.

Gross.

Who thought that was a good idea? If anything, it was going to result in more ‘spills’ from people trying to adjust their aim too fast to get a higher score. Emmett hoped the floor around the urinals wasn’t too wet or sticky, because he had absolutely no choice but to use one of those within the next ten seconds. Or else the floor around him was going to get extremely wet and sticky.

Wait, hadn’t Shelby talked about these things once? Emmett wondered, beginning to sway back and forth on his feet as he urged the people who were midstream to hurry it up.

Yeah, she had. Of course, this was the kind of thing she’d get excited about. She’d probably want to use one of them…

Emmett immediately broke into a half-sprint as a urinal flushed and became available. He tugged down his zip and let it flow. Ahhhh, that was better! Against his better judgement, he looked up at the screen. It was a skiing mini-game, in which you steered by aiming your pee, and picked up speed the more forcefully you went. How utterly juvenile and… Emmett realized that, thanks to his desperation, his stream was blasting with the force of about six fire hydrants, and his score in the game was ticking up.

He tried not to care, but quickly found himself adjusting his stream back and forth to avoid obstacles. Okay… So maybe it was a little fun. A little. And… It felt strangely nice to feel his bladder deflating while he played a game. He’d always been annoyed whenever he’d had to pause playing something to handle his urinary needs, being able to do both at once wasn’t too terrible a feeling.

“Whoa, I’ve never seen anybody go so fast in that game,” a voice behind him said.

Emmett gave a little jolt, his stream diverting for a second before he corrected his aim again. He tilted his head just enough to see the guy that was standing beside him. This wasn’t a guy using the neighboring urinal, as Emmett had gotten the one at the far end. No, this was just… a guy standing there and watching him pee.

Emmett had thought all the posts he’d seen online about dudes with scraggly beards that wear fedoras having poor social skills were just memes, but apparently that was the case for at least one guy. Emmett tried to cover himself a bit with one hand, when he realized the guy wasn’t really trying to sneak any peeks at him, he was just watching the game screen. Which was maybe a little less weird, but still, he was just too close for comfort.

Emmett tried to finish up faster and bore down with his muscles a bit. His stream somehow managed to pick up even more force, and in the game he went even faster. “Whoa,” the fedora guy said again. Emmett felt himself blushing. Sure, this guy was just interested in the game, but at the end of the day what he was so impressed by was the fact that Emmett could pee really, really hard.

The faucet blast that had been gushing from Emmett’s tip for the last minute and a half finally slowed down to a dribble, he shook himself off and zipped back up. As he headed to wash his hands, the fedora guy followed him. Oh, come on, seriously? Emmett thought.

“You ever played that before? You’re really good.”

Emmett tried not to say anything mean, or do anything that would make his irritation obvious. “No,” he said. He’d just really, really needed to pee, that was all there was to it. He tried to wash his hands as fast as he could, but if there was one thing Emmett couldn’t do quickly, it was hand-washing. He had a very strict process he had to adhere to there. He needed the water to heat up enough to burn, he needed to rub the soap all over his hands and deep into the spaces between his fingers, he had to get it nicely beneath his fingertips, then rinse it off. And repeat the process three times. Only then could he feel clean.

“I thought you were gonna go so fast you’d make the game glitch,” the fedora guy continued. “You had real good control, too. You didn’t crash into anything. And, you made it last a long time, too. You must have broken the high score with that.” 

This was so embarrassing. Having some guy he didn’t even know basically sing his praises because his bladder could hold a lot of pee, it came out with a ton of force whenever he’d been desperate, and he could aim his dick well. He tried to ignore the man and think of something else as he lathered his hands a second time. He remembered now that Shelby definitely had mentioned an interest in peeing into a urinal like that. She’d worn a cosplay today, one of the rare occasions she put on a skirt instead of pants, so he didn’t think she’d need to take off that much to use one here, wouldn’t need to expose much of anything. Too bad she couldn’t come in here, he guessed.

But, after a few more seconds, he thought maybe she could. The convention was pretty lax about things like that, and some of the cosplayers he’d seen already heading in here had been crossdressing. Shelby wouldn’t even be the only person wearing a skirt to come in here. He’d also stay with her the whole time, just in case Fedora Guy was still hanging around.

He wasn’t positive it was a good idea, but she’d be real annoyed if he didn’t at least ask her if she wanted to do this.

Finally, Emmett’s hands were clean enough by his standards, and he left, not saying one word to Fedora Guy.

***

“Of course I’d want to try it!” Shelby said. “Sounds fun! What score did you get?”

Emmett gave her the number.

“Okay, I gotta beat that,” Shelby decided.

“The only reason I scored that high was because I was about ten seconds away from peeing my pants,” Emmett said. “It kind of gauges how… Forcefully you’re—“

“Then, I’ll have to drink a bunch of sodas,” Shelby said.

“Are you sure that’s a good ide—“

“Am I sure kicking your ass is a good idea? Of course I am!”

Emmett sighed, “Shelby, I don’t even care about—“

“Sounds like something a loser would say.”

“Oh my God…”

Shelby led him in the direction of the concessions and left him at a table. A few minutes later she returned with a tray that contained nothing but huge cups of soda. Emmett sighed, “You know, I’m really hungry…”

“Go get some food, then,” Shelby said, picking up one of the massive cups and beginning to drink.

Emmett stood and went to get some food. When he came back with a basket of fries, he reached for one of the sodas, but Shelby slapped his hand away. “Nope, these are all mine!”

“You have five of them!”

“Yep, and I’m gonna need them,” Shelby said. “Gotta drink ’til I’m ready to burst.”

“There might be a line,” Emmett warned. “I mean, they might let you skip ahead if you’re desperate— They did that for me— But, still—“

“They’ll probably let me skip because they’ll think I’ll go out with them after, you know half these guys haven’t even seen a girl in four years.”

“That’s a stereotype,” Emmett said. “I’m sure they at least see their moms when they come up from her basement each week to get more hot pockets.”

Shelby reached a hand over and patted his cheek, “I’m glad you can see your future so clearly!”

“Oh, come on!”

Shelby did reluctantly hand over one of her sodas once Emmett fussed enough about the saltiness of the fries, but the rest she downed all on her own. She stood up and announced she was going to go get more, but Emmett stopped her. “I’m pretty sure if you drink a lot all at once it, like, goes through you super fast. I don’t think it’s a good idea to get even more after all that. Plus, I think you might die from water intoxication at this rate.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

So, they went off to explore the convention. They stopped at booths to buy a few things, went to see some panels, got a few autographs, and through it all Shelby got noticeably more and more desperate. Emmett kept asking if she was ready for a toilet break, but she kept saying that she didn’t think she had quite enough in her to beat his score. “When we got here, you could barely walk you had to pee so bad!” she reminded.

“Please, don’t say that so loud?”

She just carried on as if he’d said nothing; “But, I can still walk, so I don’t have to go bad enough yet.” She may have said she wasn’t at the bursting point yet, but her actions spoke louder. She had been dancing in her seat through the entirety of the last panel they’d seen. She’d cross one leg overtop of the other one, then switch them around instantly. She pulled her foot up onto her seat and pushed herself against her ankle. And now that they were walking again, her claims of still being able to do so were suspect. Yes, she was walking in the sense that she was able to transport her body from point A to point B, but very few people would actually classify her half-hunched, lilting hobble as much of a ‘walk’.

“Remember, we still have to actually get to the restroom,” Emmett said. “And you might have to wait a little bit more once we’re there, too.”

“I can wait,” Shelby said. They’d stopped walking, but Shelby was still moving. She took a few paces one way, then went back the other direction. She jiggled around in a tiny circle. She balled her hands into fists.

“Can you?” Emmett asked skeptically. “I don’t want to have to go home early because you had an accident trying to beat my score in a pointless game.”

“It’s not pointless,” Shelby said. “You’re just saying that ‘cause you know you’re gonna lose.”

“I don’t care if I lose,” Emmett said. “I care about riding the bus home with you covered in pee because you wouldn’t just go.”

Shelby winced, she didn’t want to admit how real that image sounded to her. “Okay,” she said. “I guess we should start heading over there soon.”

The walk to the men’s room wasn’t long, but Shelby couldn’t move that fast. The crowds were larger now, too, and every so often she’d get accidentally bumped by someone. The jolts kept sending urgent pangs through her full bladder, and she’d even ended up needing to cup herself a few times when she felt a few squirts of liquid trickle out of her. Once, a kid managed to elbow her middle by mistake and that nearly resulted in a total accident. She’d gone totally still and pressed her legs together, her hands clamping against her steadily dampening crotch until she finally got a handle on the situation again.

When they arrived at the restroom, Shelby was relieved that there wasn’t much of a line. Each of the urinals were taken, but there was only guy waiting ahead of her. She immediately started to bounce up and down. She could feel her underwear had already gotten quite wet during the walk over here. The clammy dampness was very noticeable between her trembling thighs. “I told you to go earlier,” Emmett reminded. “Are you going to make it oka—“

The guy in front of them turned around, and Emmett bit back a groan. It was the Fedora Guy. Again. “Whoa, awesome crossplay,” he said. “Your cleavage looks so real, how did you—“

Shelby removed her hands from between her legs and covered her chest, embarrassed. She didn’t normally wear anything so showy, and looks like the one that guy was giving her were a big part of the reason why. Her hands quickly returned to their spot, however, when a jet of pee hissed between her thighs. “It’s not a cosplay— Well, I mean, it is, but— I’m not crossdressing.”

“… Then, aren’t you in the wrong room?” Fedora Guy asked. “I mean, I guess it looks like you’re having an emergency, and the ladies’ room lines are always so long ‘cause girls are always doing their make-up in their and stuff. But,” he gestured to his side. “The stall here’s out of order, so you’re gonna have to go somewhere else.”

Fedora Guy kept rambling, and Shelby wondered how someone could reach his age and still have no idea how to communicate with a girl in a way that wasn’t insulting. Women’s room lines were not longer because of make-up, how utterly patronizing.

She didn’t have time to lecture the man on how to make less of an ass of himself though. She shifted her weight from foot to foot; “It’s okay, I don’t need a stall. I’m gonna beat my brother’s score on that urinal game.”

“I thought you said you weren’t crossdressing?” The Fedora Guy reminded.

“I’m not,” Shelby said. Her bladder throbbed and pulsed and pounded, and she was constantly dribbling little drops. “But, you are right that this is an emergency, can I cut ahead?”

“But… How are you gonna--" 

“My sister can do a lot of things, people don’t expect” Emmett interrupted. “But, she can’t hold her pee indefinitely, so how about you let her through? You don’t look like you need the toilet that much.”

Fedora Guy stepped aside, “Proceed, m’lady,” he said.

Holy crap, Emmett thought. They actually say that? I thought it was just a meme!

Emmett realized that Fedora Guy's social skills were probably poor enough that he'd try and see for himself how Shelby did this. He decided to nip that in the bud and when a urinal finally opened, he stopped Shelby from rushing for it for a second. She whimpered as he grabbed her sleeve, cupping her hands against herself and feeling small trickles of urine cascading down her legs.

“Okay,” Emmett said a little timidly. He did not like speaking to strangers, but he disliked the idea of someone creeping on his sister about one hundred times more. “My sister is going to play this weird urinal game. I know that that’s… unusual, and probably not something you’ve ever seen before. But, that doesn’t make it okay to peek. You wouldn’t peek at a guy using a urinal, so don’t do it to her, either. If you must look in her direction at all, keep your eyes on the game. Nothing else. If you try to look somewhere you shouldn’t, just be aware that she has a green belt in karate.”

“Stand behind me while I go, okay?” Shelby asked. “Ohh, can I go now?!”

“Sure,” Emmett said. “And yeah, you can go now.”

Shelby rushed for the urinal and Emmett stood directly behind her to provide a little more privacy. She lifted the front of her skirt and lowered her underwear to just above her knees. She finally felt a bit of trepidation. The one other time she’d peed in a urinal at the hotel, it had been one that went all the way down to the floor. This one was raised up on the wall quite a bit, and she realized she was gonna have to stand on the tips of her toes to reach the target easily.

She didn’t have too much time to dwell on that, though. Her bladder had begun to dribble yet again, recognizing that she had reached a place where it could be emptied. She raised herself onto her toes and placed her hands into the correct positions, and told herself to relax. When she felt the tension in her middle start to ease away, she pushed down hard and a jet of urine sprayed forcefully from between her thighs, splashing against the porcelain. Oh, God… That felt better… “Ahhhh…” she exhaled, looking up to the screen. Her stream was so powerful that her in-game self was moving extremely fast, and she had to sway her hips slightly from side to side every few seconds to dodge obstacles.

“Wow…” Fedora Guy said, his eyes wide and mouth dropped open. “She’s actually doing it…”

“Eyes up there!” Emmett barked, gesturing to the game screen above the urinal. He knew there was no way he could see any of Shelby’s body with Emmett standing in the way, but it made him pretty tetchy to think the guy might be at least trying to get a peek.

Fedora Guy did listen to him at least, redirecting his gaze to the screen. “She’s really good…” he remarked.

“Quiet,” Emmett started to say, but Shelby interrupted with an enthusiastic “Thanks! Told you I could do it!”

“You’re going even faster than your brother was earlier,” he continued. “That’s super impressive.”

Shelby peed for quite a while, all those sodas had seriously stretched her bladder, she could feel the tight ball of tension that had rooted itself between her legs slowly shrinking away until it finally seemed to vanish altogether. As she became aware that her bladder was nearly empty, she pushed even harder to make sure the last drops would go out rather than straight down. Finally finished, she pulled her underwear back up and checked her score; “See?” she asked. “I said I’d beat you, and I did.”

Emmett shut his eyes, “Well, I’m glad you’re proud of yourself, I guess.”

“How’s it feel that a girl’s better at using a urinal than you are?”

“Oh my G— That’s not what… You can pee harder than I can, that’s all it is.”

“Sounds like something a sore loser would say.”

“... Did you have fun?”

“Yep.”

“Okay. I’m glad.”

“How did you do that?” Fedora Guy asked.

Emmett sighed, he’d almost forgotten about him.

“It took a lot of practice,” Shelby answered, but didn’t elaborate.

[TheSecretOmoAccount 33]

Shelby had not even known that it was physically possible to need to pee this badly. She brought her feet up onto the seat as she pulled her knees to her chest. She had to pee so badly that tears were rolling down her cheeks. She was cupping herself tightly, every bump in the road causing pain to flare through her. 

She’d never felt such an intense, burning need to pee before in her entire life. Sweat dribbled down her forehead as her body shook, trying to protest against the violent call of nature. She registered every tiny pebble the car went over, even that slight bounce was trying to shake a wave out of her bladder. 

To make matters worse, sheets of rain were pouring down the car’s windows as he tried to keep her bladder from squirting all of its contents out all over the seat beneath her. 

“Dad, please?” Shelby begged. “Please pull over?” 

“I can’t,” Dad responded. “There’s nowhere TO pull over.” 

“Let me go on the side of the road!” Shelby pleaded. “Please?” 

“No, I can’t,” Dad said. 

“I bet you’d let Emmett do it!” 

“I wouldn’t,” Dad said. “Look at all the lightning out there, it’s not safe. You’ll hurt yourself.” 

Shelby just groaned again, and seemed to accept that begging wasn’t about to get her anywhere. She stared down at her shuffling feet, whining in the back of her throat with need as she tried and tried and tried to just hold on. 

Shelby should have gathered by the way Emmett didn’t immediately blurt out something indignant a few moments ago when she’d claimed he would be allowed to pee on the side of the road, that her brother’s mind was elsewhere. But, when she heard him whimpering beside her, she finally picked up on it. 

If Shelby had to go this badly, she realized Emmett surely must have needed it even worse; She’d peed the last time they’d stopped at a gas station, and he had refused to, citing the fact that gas station toilets were always repulsive. “Dad, come on!” Shelby whined, shoving her hands between her legs as she felt a tiny patch of warmth forming beneath her. “We both need to go!” 

“There aren’t any stops,” Dad informed. “I promise, I’m looking, there just isn’t anywhere t—“ 

“Please!” 

“It’s too dangerous!” Dad said. “It’s pouring rain, there’s lightning, it’s dark. I can’t.” 

“Please! I’m literally about to pee myself!” Shelby begged. 

“I’m really sorry,” Dad stated softly. “I can’t control the weather.” 

Shelby went quiet. For a few minutes, the car was silent aside from the sound of the twins’ both whimpering and shuffling their legs around, and the noise of so much water pounding against the car from above. Didn’t Dad understand that if he didn’t pull over, there was gonna be an even bigger rainstorm INSIDE the car? 

Beside her, Emmett was starting to think that if Dad DID stop the car on the side of the road, he might just bite the bullet and pee there. He’d let himself get soaked through with rain. He’d stand in what was sure to be a disgusting, muddy puddle. He’d whip it out and make the puddle even more revolting as he finally let his poor bladder relax for the first time in hours. “…Dad?” he asked nervously, hands drumming against the tops of his thighs. “It will just be for a minute…” 

“Just hold on,” Dad said. “I’m trying to find somewhere. I promise, I’m trying as hard as I can. And we should be at the motel in just an hour, okay?” 

Emmett couldn’t take another hour, he didn’t think. His body was quaking as he tried to keep his pee inside of his body where it belonged. His knees were bouncing and his legs were darting around in all directions as he tried to do the closest equivalent to a pee dance as he could while stuck sitting down. His hands shook as he finally tucked them between his legs. His body was so full of piss that he thought it would probably start coming out of his ears soon. 

Shelby didn’t have pee coming out her ears, but the liquid inside of her was trying to find every possible exit. Sweat cascaded down her face and back, tears brimmed in the corners of her eyes. She had what felt like gallons of piss pressing against one rapidly weakening muscle. And, every few seconds it felt like even more flooded its way down. 

Dad kept promising he was looking somewhere. And Emmett and Shelby both desperately stared out the windows of the car as well, but they saw nowhere. Shelby tried her best to cling onto the hope that she’d make it to the motel. But, her muscles were so sore, and she had to go so badly… Her hands were constantly moving, trying to press into her urethra as best she could, but it only brought her a little relief. She thought Emmett had it easier, he had more of something to actually hold and pinch onto to keep his flood at bay. 

Emmett didn’t think he had anything easy, however. The havoc being flung through his own bladder as he stared at the gushing rain outside was horrific. Each painful bump in the road made him feel more and more like he was going to have an accident. He finally started to tear up as the effort was taking everything out of him. A sudden clap of thunder and shock of lightning startled him badly enough that a leak squirted into his clothes. “DAD!” He cried out as he felt his thighs dampening. 

“What?” Dad asked. “Do you see a place?” 

“N—No!” Emmett stammered, his straining, leaky, overburdened bladder felt like a heavy bowling ball in his middle. “But, I— Please, just stop!” he begged, his voice was cracking from the agonizing urgency inside him. His bladder was like an overflowing water balloon, and when he glanced down, it even looked that way. His abdomen was bulging, straining with gallons of pee. 

“You saw the lightning,” Dad said. “It’s very dangerous out there. I’m sorry,” he repeated once more. “If either of you… If you two… can’t wait, I won’t be angry.” 

Emmett cringed at the very thought of having an accident, even as the signals from his bladder were insisting to him that such an outcome was inevitable. The idea of having to ride in the car, humiliated, soaked and stinking with his own bodily waste made him want to cry, and he tightened his grip on himself. But, even so, drip after drip was forcing its way through his burning urethra. 

Every bit of road the car jostled over sent pangs of need through Shelby’s body, jiggling her bladder around inside her abdomen and causing the waves to slosh and crash against its opening. Every breath she managed to suck in shook the walls of the bloated organ, and when she exhaled she couldn’t help but whimper. Her face burnt with embarrassment when she heard her Dad basically say that it was okay to pee her pants in the car. More tears came as she imagined that happening, her body quivered with stress, pain and embarrassment. 

Shelby was stunned that her need was still getting worse. Already, it was so intense she could hardly believe she could be feeling something so heinous and not be at death’s door, but still it was continually worsening, building up more and more as her body just kept on dumping more liquid into a container that didn’t have any space left inside. 

Many times, Emmett had said or heard someone else say that they needed to pee so badly they felt like they were going to explode. But, up until now, he had not known the real meaning of that phrase. All the other times he’d said it or thought it, he had been exaggerating. Because, now he genuinely did feel like he was going to explode and come apart, the pressure inside his body was inhuman. He moaned and ground his teeth together and tensed every muscle his body had, but none of it was enough to prevent short dribbles from breaking past his dam. He tried so hard to make it stop, but he just couldn’t do it. 

“Dad?” Emmett managed softly through his pain. “Please? I don’t want to have an accident.” 

Dad didn’t look back, he couldn’t any more. He couldn’t stand the sight of them both in so much pain, twisting up with no escape from their agony. It tore him up too much to see them suffering with no way to help. All he could do was apologize once more. 

Eventually, the sign for the motel— the sign for relief— finally turned up on the side of the road. Both Emmett and Shelby cringed as the car suddenly turned off the highway, but even so, the jolt of the car changing direction had never been so welcome. 

When the car was at last parked outside the motel, Emmett had to work very hard to let go of his dick in order to open the door and step outside. The moan from his sister’s lips told him she had fared no better. 

The two stood close to the building to try and fend off the rain as best they could while Dad went to get the key, both focused only on not adding any extra liquid to the puddles that the storm had already created. 

Just as Shelby felt a huge surge of need tear through her body, and a long jet of pee spurt into her clothes, Dad was back and leading her and Emmett to their room for the night. Shelby could have cried with relief when she realized it was on the ground floor; She wouldn’t have to try to climb up any stairs in her condition. 

Dad stuck the key into the lock, “I’ll go get the bags from the car, you two just… Get comfortable, okay?” 

Both of them danced in place as Dad turned the key, and the second the door was open, the two dashed inside the room as they had immediately seen what they needed. 

Dad shut the door behind them just as Shelby said; “Outta my way, I’m going first!” 

Emmett squeezed himself between his legs as he approached the door to the restroom, “No you aren’t!” He reached out to open the door, his bladder already loosening up in anticipation.
“Yes, I am!” Shelby insisted, shoving him. 

Emmett cringed, trying to recover from the forcefulness of Shelby’s jab. He was incredibly thankful it hadn’t landed any lower, otherwise it would have been all over. “No, you aren’t! I have to go way worse!” He deserved to go first! He’d been holding it way longer than Shelby had, and he was now just barely able to keep his dripping under control enough that they wouldn’t be charged for the cost of cleaning the carpet! “You went at the gas station, I’ve been waiting longer!” 

“That was your own fault!” Shelby said. She was no longer trying to keep her clothes dry, she could feel how wet the area between her legs had already gotten, and she’d gotten fairly water-logged in the rain as well. She just wanted to prevent a total flood that would likely destroy the carpet she was standing on. “Dad and I both told you to go there, and you wouldn’t!” 

“That doesn’t change that I’ve been holding it way longer!” Emmett said, his legs coiling against each other as he tried again to grab the doorknob.
Shelby slapped his hand away and tried to get it herself, “Well, I’m smaller than you! So, I can’t hold as much!” 

“By, like an inch!” Emmett said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back. “Probably not even HALF an inch!” 

“Nnnh, can we just go together!?” Shelby asked. 

“There’s only one toilet, and I’m not gonna pee in the sink or the tub, so—“ 

“We can both use the toilet! We can stand next to each other!” Shelby said. “You know I can go standing up!” 

“I really wish I DIDN’T know that!” Emmett said. Both hands had returned to their place between his tense thighs now. His drips had failed to stop or even slow down. “We can’t do that, it’s weird.” He felt like pointing out that, in all the time they’d spent arguing, he could have FINISHED peeing and she wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. 

“Fine, then I’m going first!” 

Emmett couldn’t wait for Shelby to pee. He was wetting himself already as it was. If he had to listen to her go while still holding out, he’d explode for sure. “No you won’t, we’ll… We’ll go together!” 

Once they were actually at the toilet they were both dying to use, however, they just continued to stand there, jiggling as their faces reddened. Shelby pulled her pants down first and positioned her hands in place, pulling up around her open slightly. Emmett stared straight down at himself as he unzipped and took aim. 

Neither of them started peeing. 

“Got a little stage fright?” Shelby asked. 

“You’re not going either,” Emmett mumbled, trying to keep himself from fidgeting now that he was in the right place. He didn’t want to admit that Shelby was right. It was maybe a little stunning considering how intensely anxious he felt at all times, but THIS didn’t happen to Emmett very often. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d ‘frozen up’ while using a toilet, ordinarily his body just did what it had to do and he didn’t have to concentrate too much on making it happen. Especially if he’d been bursting. But, now, this was just too strange to him, and he couldn’t get his bladder to accept that it was time to empty. 

“I’m holding it out of respect for you,” Shelby said. But, she knew it was a lie. Since Shelby needed to part her legs so much farther than Emmett did, the only way for there to be enough room for the both of them was if they both stood on either side of the toilet; meaning they were looking right at each other. It was so awkward that it made her exhausted muscles suddenly remember how to maintain tension. 

Emmett sighed. “It… It takes a second,” he said. He shut his eyes, and listened to the rain still noisily pouring outside. Soon enough, he felt the slight pinch in his muscles that usually came right before he started peeing, and a second after that, the first drops of his burden began to noisily trickle into the toilet. He exhaled lightly through his nose, trying not to moan as he was all too aware that he wasn’t alone. 

Hearing Emmett’s stream, seeing it flow into the toilet and ripple the water in the bowl, was too much for Shelby and a light yellow stream emerged from between her legs with an intense force, gushing into the toilet. “Ahhhh…” she breathed out. “Muuuuch better.” 

“Please don’t talk…” Emmett said. He was trying to enjoy the relief of finally letting it out after so much painful restraint, her trying to speak to him was making him remember just how weird the whole thing was. His eyes were still welded shut, the only reason he’d known he wasn’t making a mess was because he could hear his pee striking the water, but now that Shelby was going as well it was a little less easy to tell if his aim was still good. 

Apparently it wasn’t though, because Shelby said; “Open your eyes, silly. I thought you hated making messes.” 

Emmett cracked his eyes open, and realized he was spattering the rim a bit. He corrected his aim, blushing bright red. 

Shelby’s stream shrunk down and stopped gushing. Maybe Emmett HAD needed it worse than her, she realized. He’d started peeing before her, but now that she was done, he was still spraying away. 

After a few more seconds, Emmett finished with a small shiver. He shook off and began to zip up. 

“Why do you do that?” 

“Do what?” Emmett asked. 

“That shivery thing,” Shelby said. “You shake whenever you’re almost finished peeing.” 

“I hate that you’ve apparently seen me pee enough times to notice a pattern.” Emmett tore off some toilet paper to mop up the little spill he’d had on the rim of the bowl. He tried not to notice that Shelby hadn’t gotten anything on the rim herself, even though that was surely much more difficult for her to accomplish. 

“I haven’t seen you go THAT many times,” Shelby said. “But, like, every time I have, you do that.” 

“It’s involuntary,” Emmett said. “I don’t know why it happens, does it not happen to you?” 

“I can’t remember ever doing that,” Shelby said. “Doesn’t it mess up your aim?”

“No, please stop talking about it,” Emmett said. “In fact, can we agree never to mention any of this ever again?”

[TheSecretOmoAccount 33]

Shelby was having a major emergency. This was not the kind of need-to-pee that played around. It was the kind that made it hard to walk, hard to breathe, hard to do anything other than crumpling into a ball and losing the battle against her own body. Truthfully, she was amazed she hadn’t peed her pants yet. She’d been holding it for so long she’d actually forgotten what it felt like NOT to have a painfully stretched ball of urine in her center. 

This had been one of the worst days of her life. 

Her school had recently increased the length of each class. And as a result the time allotted to students between classes simply was not enough. Especially when each consecutive class was located on different sides of the building from one another. They were given a minute and a half to get their things and make it to their next class. Shelby had already been marked late so many times that she was at risk of having to serve a weekend detention if she did it one more time. 

Ninety seconds just was not long enough to walk from one end of the building to the other if she paused for a pee break in between. Partway through the morning, her need had been great enough to prompt her to attempt it, but the instant she’d touched the door to the ladies’ room, the warning bell had rang and she’d needed to hurry to class. 

She tried instead to go at lunch, which caused her to spend the entire half hour jiggling around in an extremely long line and wishing everyone in front of her would hurry up. Not only did she end up not having time to eat anything, she hadn’t even had time to pee. By the time the line had moved forward enough for her to actually get INSIDE the restroom that she was dying to use, it was time to go back to class. 

She spent the latter half of the school day fidgeting and bouncing at various desks. She asked numerous times for a pass to go use the restroom, only to be told that she needed to make better use of the time she had in between classes and at lunch. Her explanations that she had TRIED to go then but there just wasn’t enough time all fell on deaf ears. 

During her final class, she was so absolutely bursting that she considered just standing up and walking out of the room. A lecture about how the mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell or whatever it was her teacher was blathering on about was not as important as keeping her bladder from literally exploding. If anyone tried to stop her, she’d ignore them. 

But, she knew the penalty would be a detention, and she just couldn’t have one today. It was her Dad’s birthday, and she and her brother had been planning to surprise him by paying for a meal at his favorite restaurant. If she had to spend a couple hours in detention, that whole idea would be ruined. So, she had to just sit there and hold it. As soon as class was over, she could run to the toilet for a well deserved pee. 

After what felt like several years, class was dismissed and Shelby found herself in an agonizingly long line yet again. It was a struggle not to cup herself as she swayed back and forth at the end of the line. Sweat was gushing down her back. She kept looking longingly across the hall at the men’s room. There was a line there too, but it was nowhere near as long. And it was moving MUCH faster. She wished she could join THAT one instead. It wouldn’t even be the first time she’d peed in a men’s restroom! She wished she could just get in that shorter, faster line and be peeing within a few minutes. And, if a urinal was what became available to her first, that would be what she used— Even though she tended to relieve her bladder sitting down at school unless the room was empty, not wanting to become the subject of cruel rumors. 

But, she knew that going into the men’s restroom and using a urinal would probably net her a detention as well. To say nothing of the teasing she’d endure afterwards. She just had to wait. Even if waiting was really, really hard and it felt like a fist was being squeezed around her bladder every time she managed to hear a toilet being flushed from inside the room she was waiting for. 

She saw Emmett coming down the hall and when he approached her, she almost asked him for assistance with getting into the men’s room. She wasn’t so sure what she expected him to do to help with that, but she needed SOMETHING. 

Before she could ask him anything, however, he said; “I’m really sorry, but we have to leave, we can’t be late getting home today.”

“I can’t!” Shelby said. “I have to go! I’ve been waiting all day!” 

“I know," Emmett said. The new school bus route meant it would drop them off several streets away from their house. “If you can’t wait, I’m sure there will be somewhere you can go during the walk home.

Shelby wanted to protest, wanted to beg to be allowed to stay in line until her turn finally came and she could rid herself of this horrendous pressure. But, there were still SO MANY people ahead of her, and she knew that by the time she got into a stall, the bus would have left. They’d need to walk all the way home, and they’d end up being totally late. 

Reluctantly, she stepped out of the line that led to her relief and followed her brother to the exit of the school. The whole way, she was stumbling and almost falling over, trying her best to walk and keep her legs crossed at the same time. Emmett kept apologizing over and over, and promising her that she’d be able to go as soon as they got off at their stop. 

The ride itself was horrific. Each bump the bus went over was felt with fiery intensity in her bladder. She pressed her hands deep into the material of her pants and several times still felt short spurts of urine squirt out. She chewed on her lip and fought not to moan. 

Emmett felt horrible watching her struggle, thinking now that he should have just forgotten about their surprise for Dad and just let her keep bouncing in line until she finally got what she needed. “I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over again, until ‘sorry’ no longer sounded like a real word. 

“I’m gonna explode,” Shelby muttered. “They’re gonna have to call in professional cleaners to scrape my urine flecked remains off of the bus.” 

“Um… Wow, that’s an image,” Emmett said. “But, you can make it!” He encouraged. “You can do it!” 

But, Shelby couldn’t be that confident. It had been so many agonizing hours since she’d last seen a toilet and her bladder was outright searing. Her pants, normally loose and comfortable, now felt like daggers poking into her protruding abdomen. Her hands were pressing so forcefully against herself that they were beginning to go numb. Her legs were tied up in a way that she hadn’t even known they could bend. And still, the bus hit more bumps, jostling more and more teeny, tiny spurts of pee out of her aching body. 

They at last arrived at their stop, and Shelby seemingly had to relearn how to walk all over again. It was like she’d forgotten how feet even worked. She was so doubled over on herself that she was practically crawling. The giggling from a few of her classmates made rage fire through her chest. It wasn’t like she’d done this to herself on purpose! She’d been trying to take a leak all blasted day! 

Once off the bus, she removed one of her hands from the crease of her legs and gripped Emmett’s shoulder. “Find me a toilet right now, or I swear to God I’m going to break everything you own.” 

Emmett cringed once more. “It’s okay,” he tried to assure. “See, there’s a store right across the street, let’s—“ Before he could finish, Shelby was already rushing for it as quickly as she could manage on her wobbling, pained legs. 

Emmett was about to scold her for not checking for cars before crossing the road, but stopped himself. She was okay, and she was definitely in no mood for a lecture now. He hurried after her, and as soon as the automatic doors slid open and he’d stepped inside the store, he heard Shelby groan. 

Fearful she’d had an accident before reaching the toilet, he rushed in the direction of the sound. But, that wasn’t the problem. Shelby was still dry. And still very, very full of pee. The restroom was out of order. “God hates me,” Shelby muttered to him. 

“No, that’s— There are other stores we can try!” Emmett said. “There’s one right next door, just—“ 

Shelby was already limping off. 

Their luck wasn’t much better at the next store, though. Shelby shoved her way inside the building and immediately asked the cashier for the restroom. But, the cashier had shook her head. “You have to buy something first,” she said. 

Shelby had then turned to her brother, “Please, buy something!” she begged. 

Emmett patted his pocket. He had money, but it was the money he’d saved for Dad’s Birthday… Deciding that preventing Shelby from ending up in the hospital with an exploded bladder was worth having to settle for a slightly cheaper meal, he started to look around the store. 

He hadn’t realized until then what the store actually sold. Once he got a good look at the merchandise, he felt a little nervous being in here at all. This store was filled with shelves containing tiny semi-translucent, and obviously very fragile, glass figurines. They were shaped like birds, with incredibly tiny, narrow beaks that looked like they could be broken right off with the smallest hint of pressure. Gingerly, he took one from a shelf and looked at the pricetag tied around it. 

Holy crap. 

The money he’d saved for Dad’s dinner wouldn’t even pay for a quarter of that! “Umm… How much is the cheapest one?” Emmett asked. 

The cashier named a figure. 

It was a little lower than the number on the pricetag, but not by much. Emmett looked at his sister, and thought he really should try to get her out of this store. With as much as she was jumping around, twisting and turning and pacing small circles, there was a risk she’d knock some stuff over and the two of them would have to work here for the rest of their lives to pay for it. “Shelby, I’m sorry. Unless you have a winning lottery ticket with you, we have to go somewhere else…” 

Shelby, plunging her hands back between her thighs, limped and stumbled up to the counter. She stared at the cashier and tried giving her The Eyes. Dad could never say no to her when she looked at him this way, and she hoped the cashier would be the same way. She widened her eyes, staring straight up at the cashier, and she allowed tears to build up in the corners of her eyelids— Which was easier to do now than on previous attempts, the pain of her overburdened bladder was probably enough to make even the strongest man in the universe cry. “Please?” she asked. “Can’t you make an exception just once?” 

The cashier just shook her head. 

“C—Come on,” Emmett said. “We’ll find somewhere else.” 

The tears began to slide down Shelby’s face then, and it took a lot of effort not to just start sobbing. She couldn’t believe she was getting THIS upset over simply needing to pee, but she was! She followed Emmett back out of the store, not daring to move her hands away from her crotch. She felt her cupped palms growing damp with what she hoped was sweat. ‘Oh, please, please, let it be sweat!’ she mentally begged. But, when the next leak squirted out past her barriers, she felt the full brunt of it burning through her opening and knew she was losing it. “I can’t hold it,” she whimpered. 

“I know,” Emmett said, patting her arm gently. His eyes were bouncing all over the place and he felt almost as frantic with desperation as Shelby did. Where else WAS there? All he could think of was the little park they passed on their way home. The park didn’t have a restroom, but it did have loads of trees and bushes… “The park,” he said. “You’re okay with going outside, right?” 

“Yes,” Shelby said eagerly. She was okay with going anywhere at all! Her bladder was so catastrophically full, leaking out more and more by the second. Her eyes hadn’t stopped leaking either, like all the liquid trapped in her body was trying to exit it through whatever opening it could find. 

They continued on the road that would lead them home. “How much longer?” Shelby asked, her voice filled with urgency. 

“You know how close we are,” Emmett responded. 

“I know, I know, I’m just… I don’t think I can wait much more!” Shelby’s bladder violently twitched and a fresh wave of her urine splashed against her clenched palms. All of her steps were managing to somehow be equal parts frantic and precise. Frantic because she could NOT hold still if her life depended on it, and precise because she knew one wrong move would cause her to lose everything in one massive, hissing rush. She could see it so clearly, so vividly that was almost real, she’d mistakenly thwack her foot against the pavement too hard, the vibration would travel up her leg, clobber her bladder and all the boiling hot piss she’d been withholding for so long would pour down her legs in an instant. 

Following her nightmarish fantasy, one more jet of pee spurted from her. She came to a dead stop and clenched her muscles together as tight as she could. As she fought to regain control, she made a solemn vow to never drink anything ever again! Surely, there had to be SOME way to survive without water, SOME way to ensure she’d never have to feel THIS again. 

As her thoughts grew more chaotic, disjointed and nonsensical, she finally got herself walking again, her legs wobbly as she kept instinctively crossing them together. Finally, they were at the entrance to the park. “Okay,” Emmett said. “You can—“ 

Shelby was already making her way into the bushes. The bushes didn’t even look like bushes to her, they had transformed into toilet stalls, all vacant and ready for use. Her body once more began to loosen itself up, another trickle darting out, but she didn’t care. She was going to pee in just a few more seconds and it would feel wonderful… She dragged her hands from between her legs and hooked her fingers into her pants, beginning to pull them down, and— 

Then she heard it. Children’s voices. She peeked out from the cover of the bushes and saw a large group of little kids gathered around an old man in the field. Obviously some sort of sports team. She felt heat rise and a horrible feeling take root in her stomach. There were KIDS right there! She couldn’t— What if one of them came back here and— No. She couldn’t risk… Doing this in full view of a child. Being… Exposed like that in front of a kid. That would be so wrong, sick. 

She tried to ignore those thoughts, told herself that the odds one of the kids would come back here at all were pretty slim, that if it did happen, then any normal person would see she’d just had an emergency and couldn’t hold her bladder, and not assume she was a creepy, perverted flasher. 

Trying to make up her mind, her bladder losing more drops by the second, her decision was made for her when a soccer ball soared through the air and right beside the bush. Then one of the children started to run after it. Shelby let go of her waistband and put them back between her legs instead, then stumbled back onto the sidewalk. 

Emmett took one look at her and knew she still had to go. “What’s—“ 

“There are kids playing soccer,” Shelby said. “I can’t do that around—“ 

“Okay, can you make it home?” Emmett interrupted, already resuming the walk. 

Taking a deep breath, Shelby forced the muscles around her bladder to contract and sucked back in. She willed herself to move forward with her brother. “I have to,” she said. She was out of any other options. As she kept wobbling and hopping along, she could not help but imagine the ecstasy that awaited her at home. She was pretty sure this was the first time in her life that she’d seriously actively fantasized about simply… taking a long, hard piss. This was the first time in her life that she’d found herself lost in a daydream of getting to a restroom and allowing waves and waves of suffering and torment to pour from her. Maybe she’d do it sitting this time, as she honestly thought the relief she’d feel would be enough to bring her down onto her knees if she stood, and it was likely to fill her brain with so much static she wouldn’t be able to aim. She could just fling herself onto the toilet and allow her body to give out, every nerve ending within her going slack with pleasure and relaxation… 

It would make everything else that had happened today worth it. 

But, first she had to make it. 

And, dwelling so much on how good peeing was gonna feel was not making that easy. She knew already that, even if she managed to save herself from a total accident, she would need to change her pants before dinner. She could feel how sodden and heavy all her leaks had made the material. It squelched between her trembling fingers and rubbed clammily against her quivering thighs. 

Again, despite knowing the answer, she begged Emmett “Are we close?” 

“Yes,” Emmett said. He began to wonder if she was so desperate that she had become semi-delirious from it. “Just one more street, just one more,” he said. 

‘One more street,’ Shelby repeated to herself. ‘I can do this.’ But, her bladder wasn’t so agreeable. Squirts and streams continued to shove past her defenses, and she knew she was kidding herself. She couldn’t do this. She WASN’T doing this. She was having an accident. It was happening slowly, but it was still very much happening. She just had to keep telling herself that there was still a chance she’d manage to at least FINISH in a toilet. 

What could not have been more than five minutes, but felt a lot more like five years, later, they were at their front door. The instant Shelby realized that, the strangest thing happened; She somehow managed to feel even more desperate to pee than she had even seconds before. She’d felt ready to explode for hours, but now she felt like she was actively exploding right there. “Ah—!” she cried out, doubling over and pressing her hands into herself as tightly as she could. 

What followed then was not a leak, not a spurt, not a dribble, but the harsh, pounding gushing spray of a stream she’d been straining to hold back for so long. “Hurry!” she begged. 

Emmett was already twisting the key in the door, and he heard the lock open up a second later. He pulled the door open. “You made it!” he said. “you did it! You can—“ 

Shelby couldn’t move, and she definitely couldn’t stop peeing. She’d gotten so close, made it home, but she could NOT make it one more step. Her bladder had torn itself open, pee was spraying down her legs, creating the loudest hiss she thought she’d ever heard. “Oh… Oh my God…” she moaned when she realized that she’d done it, she’d lost the fight and was drenching herself completely. 

“O—Oh,” Emmett said. He stepped back out of the house. He didn’t think it would be good for her to come inside before she was… done, but he didn’t want anyone else to see her this way… He stepped around her and stood in front of her, blocking her from the view of the street as she continued to violently flood her pants and the welcome mat beneath her feet with piss. He didn’t know what to say. Or, for that matter, if he SHOULD say anything at all. Telling her it was ‘okay’ again didn’t sound right, because obviously it wasn’t. She was having an accident, even after enduring all that pain for so long. That wasn’t okay at all. 

Shelby’s flood went on and on and on, and to her dismay, it felt… So good. The tension was gone from her body, the agonizing boulder that had been weighing her down was shrinking little by little. Her muscles were all gently going slack. And it felt good. It was such a relief. Her faucet finally began to slow down to a weak drizzle and then to only occasional drops. And then she was finished. And absolutely soaked. “Oh my God…” she repeated. 

“Are… Are you alright?” Emmett asked, still struggling to think of what to say. 

“I… I wet myself,” Shelby said. That much was obvious, but she was in such a state of shock that she could barely believe it. 

“I kno—” Emmett stopped himself. “It… Happens,” he said. “How long were you… Um… How long were you waiting?” 

“All day,” Shelby said, the tears coming back at the unfairness of it all. “I went before school, and I tried so hard to— To find somewhere. I tried to get to a toilet for so long, Emmett. Why did I have to pee myself anyway when I tried so hard?” 

“It’s… It’s not fair,” Emmett agreed. “This shouldn’t have happened. The school should have known that one minute is not enough time between classes, and… I shouldn’t have made you get on the bus,” he admitted. “I knew how much you had to go, I knew you hadn’t been all day, and I made you leave the line anyway. Dad would have been just as happy if we saved the dinner surprise for the weekend, and instead I hurt you.” 

“You didn’t… You didn’t hurt me,” Shelby said. 

“You were in pain,” Emmett said. “And I’m sorry. I—“ 

“I feel better now,” Shelby said. “And, when I… Lost it, you made sure nobody would see, that was good. And, from now on, if a teacher says I can’t pee during class, I’m gonna walk over to the garbage can and do it there. I bet they’ll change the rules really fast then.” 

Emmett hoped Shelby wouldn’t ACTUALLY do that… “Um—“ 

“I’m kidding,” Shelby said. “I think.” 

“So, you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll go… Clean up for dinner, and we can forget about this.” 

Emmett nodded, then looked down and wondered how exactly welcome mats were supposed to get washed.

[TheSecretOmoAccount 33]

Standing up to pee was ridiculously convenient, so much better than having to find a proper toilet to sit on or a spot with enough room to squat down. Shelby had gotten much, much better at doing it, too. She rarely had any stray, leftover dribbles rolling down her legs after finishing anymore. 

But, she didn’t think she’d perfected it yet. 

The realization that there was one last hurdle to cross came when she saw Emmett desperate once more after a long day out at the park, during which he’d refused to pee in the disgusting portable toilets— Not that she could really blame or tease him for THAT, even she thought those things were revolting, to a person with contamination anxiety they must have been nightmare-inducing Hell-holes. 

He’d rushed into the house the moment she’d unlocked the front door, and ran directly for the toilet. He was so eager to go that he didn’t have time to shut the door behind himself. He bobbed up and down for a couple more seconds as he yanked his zipper down, and was pissing forcefully as soon as that obstruction was out of the way of his stream— Not a moment too soon! 

If he’d had to take the time to pull his pants DOWN all the way, he would have wet them for sure… 

Shelby still had to pull HER pants down fully, even when she stood to go. She was seeing now how inconvenient that was. It took longer— And in an emergency situation that could be bad. And it meant she still couldn’t just… go against a wall or something out in the open. Just turning her back and trying to pretend that she was looking down at her phone like she’d noticed guys doing from time to time wouldn’t do a thing to conceal what she was actually up to— She’d be totally exposed, her butt on full display to anybody who happened to notice her. 

Shelby had never tried to pee just through the zipper of her pants. She’d always assumed it wouldn’t be possible, that she’d just end up soaked. But, as she thought more about it, visualizing herself doing it, she realized that the main obstacle she always got stuck on was just… What to do with her underpants. 

Her underwear didn’t have a flap for her to pee through. Of course they didn’t. Most girls only sat to pee, an opening like that on a pair of women’s underwear would just be useless and strange looking to ninety nine percent of the people buying them. If she HAD underpants with a fly though, then she could imagine herself shooting her pee through them without having to pull them down. 

That meant she’d have to get underwear that had been designed for men. She’d bought men’s clothing before, sometimes a shirt she liked would only be made in men’s sizes for some annoying reason, so going into that section of a store wasn’t new to her. Getting guys’ underwear felt a little different to her, though. There were some girls at school that teased her for not living up to their own ideas of what being ‘feminine’ was. Sometimes they’d say she was practically a man, or make jokes about her needing to shave off some invisible mustache. She always tried not to care about anything those girls said, Shelby liked who she was, yet some of the comments really got to her anyway. 

But, it wasn’t as though those girls would ever know what sort of underwear she had on. Nobody would be able to tell once her pants were on overtop of them. 

Shelby went to the store one Saturday while her Dad was at his office, getting it ready for his job’s yearly Christmas party. 

There were more underwear options for guys than Shelby had expected. Some looked a lot like the boy-shorts Shelby usually wore, but with the all-important fly. She spent some time examining the openings, trying to find pairs that she thought would be easy to pee through. Some of them had their openings positioned too far to one side or too high up and Shelby knew that they wouldn’t work. She picked some pairs that looked like they may be a bit large on her, thinking that if she had more space for her pee to flow through she’d have a better chance at pulling this off without making a mess. 

She paid for the boxers easily, feeling silly that she’d been worried about the cashier giving her funny looks for buying them. 

Back at her house, Dad still wasn’t back yet, so it was a good time to begin the experiment. Standing to pee was usually a lot easier if she had a decent amount of liquid inside her bladder. Doing it when she just barely had to go usually meant that her stream wouldn’t have enough force behind it to spray and arc out the way it needed to. 

She got changed into just her pajama shirt and boxers, then entered the kitchen to get something to drink. Emmett was at the table, working on an assignment for school. He watched as his sister began to guzzle down a bottle of water as if she hadn’t had a sip of anything in days. “What are you doing?” he asked. He glanced down. “Heh, what are you wearing?” 

“I’m gonna see if I can pee through the hole in these,” Shelby informed, pausing in her water-chugging for a second. 

Emmett stared at her for a moment. He doubted that that would be possible— Then again, he wouldn’t have ever believed Shelby could stand to go at all if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes. “If you buy boxers again, I’m gonna have to help you pick some that aren’t so goofy looking.” 

“What’s wrong with them?” 

“They’ve got little smiley faces all over them,” Emmett pointed out, thinking they probably wouldn’t want to be smiling if Shelby ended up peeing on them. 

“Well, all the blank ones were boring,” Shelby said. “Besides, I was paying more attention to the opening in them, anyway.” 

“You went out and bought men’s underpants JUST to do some weird peeing game thing with them?” 

Shelby shrugged, “I don’t want to pull my pants down all the way when I pee!” she said. “Just because YOU did that off and on until you were nine doesn’t mean I should still be—“ 

“I stopped that WAY before I was nine!” Emmett protested, his chest, neck and face all feeling uncomfortably hot. 

Shelby shook her head, “I walked in on you like that in the middle of the night SO many—“ 

“I was half asleep those times! That’s different!” 

“Either way, I’d like to be able to go WITHOUT having to get half-naked, so I’m gonna have to figure this out.” Shelby re-filled her water glass. 

Half an hour later, following her extremely rapid consumption of four large glasses of water, Shelby was beyond ready to give it a try. In the restroom, her bladder aching at the sight of the toilet, she opened the fly on the boxers and hit a wall… 

She needed to use TWO hands to aim her stream correctly, but she needed one to hold the boxers open. But, just as she’d never actually TRIED to pee through a zipper and had merely assumed it wasn’t possible, she’d also never tried to aim with only one hand. 

Knowing better than to make her first one-handed attempt with clothes on, she stepped out of the boxers and into the tub. If she could hit the drain with only one hand, then she’d try it through the fly next time she had to pee. She parted her legs, and rather than placing both hands over her crotch and using them to part her labia, she tried to do the same thing using the fingers of just one hand. It didn’t feel as stable, and when she pulled her fingers up and forwards, it was harder to apply the pressure equally on both sides than it was when she used two hands. 

In spite of her anxiousness, Shelby really did have to pee, and now that she was in the tub— A place she’d peed more times than she could count— Her stream burst forth eagerly. To her immense satisfaction, her pee sprayed forwards rather than down her legs, just like it was supposed to. She was mostly hitting the drain too, only missing for a few seconds at a time. 

She was so focused on mastering this new, one-handed method that the relief of her bladder emptying out didn’t register until she’d already been peeing for quite some time and her mind had relaxed now that it knew she was successful. Once she stopped worrying, the sensation of shrinking taking place within her was magnificent. She sighed happily to herself as her stream began to slow— This was always the hardest part! 

She bore down hard on her muscles as her pee receded, the force and power of her stream rapidly dwindling. She tried her best to make it continue blasting out in a pressurized rush, but a little bit rolled down her leg anyway. 

Oh well… That could be wiped off. And now she knew how to pee with only one usable hand. 

She exited the restroom. Emmett was on the couch now, watching some documentary about some author Shelby had never heard of. He looked over at her, “Oh, hey. You’re dry.” 

“I didn’t try it through the boxers yet,” Shelby said. “I realized I was gonna have to do it with one hand, so I had to practice that first in the tub. It worked though!” she smiled. 

Emmett grimaced. He knew Shelby peed in their shower, but he tried really hard not to think about it! That wasn’t easy to do when she decided to INFORM him that she’d just done it! “I didn’t hear the water come on… Please tell me you rinsed it out, at least?” 

“I drank a lot,” Shelby reminded him. “My pee was super clear, it was basically just water anyways.” 

“Shelby…” 

“And most of it went down the drain,” Shelby said. “I have good aim.” 

“Oh my God…” Emmett groaned. “What about the rest of it? Did you—“ 

“YES,” Shelby sighed. “I ran the water for a few seconds.” 

“You did?” 

“Uh-huh… Um… On an unrelated note, I have to go… Do something…” Shelby backed away, returning to the restroom. 

*** 

Shelby had guzzled two more glasses of water in the last half hour, and she didn’t think everything she’d had earlier had finished filtering through her yet, either. In fact, she knew it couldn’t have, because although she’d just peed thirty minutes ago, her bladder was begging her to go do it again. 

Shelby stood, made her way to the restroom, determined to actually do it this time. She parted the flaps of the boxers and held them open, then made a V shape with her index and middle fingers. She spread her labia apart, just like before, and pulled her fingers up. She was ready to go. 

But, her body seemed to decide that IT wasn’t. 

She winced. Her bladder was uncomfortably full… And looking at the toilet was making it a whole lot worse. Shelby kept telling herself to let go, but her muscles remained steadfast in their mission to keep her pee at bay. She had a fairly good idea of what the problem was; This felt REALLY freaking weird. 

She was deeply aware of how the fabric of the boxers felt around her waist. After years and years of her body knowing that it wasn’t supposed to urinate if her pants were up, the habit was tough to break. It had been a little tricky telling herself to go while standing up the first several times, too. But, her bladder always got the message after enough time had passed. Hopefully, this would be the same. 

She stood there, her legs parted, her fingers carefully positioned, and her bladder refusing to surrender its contents as it throbbed and throbbed with needful urgency. “Nnnh,” she grunted quietly, pushing down hard on her pelvic muscles, trying to expel her pee through brute force alone. But, this didn’t work. 

Several minutes passed, during which Shelby began to seriously sweat. The pressure within her abdomen was growing from a dull ache into a sharp pang. She was utterly confused by the fact that she could need to pee so much, and yet not be able to do it. She tried shutting her eyes, telling herself that her pants actually were all the way down and so there was no reason not to let it flow, but that didn’t work. She could feel the fabric encasing her thighs much too well. 

She heard a knock on the door and jumped, fingers nearly losing their all-important position. “Shelby? Are you okay?” Emmett asked. “I kinda need to go, too…” 

“Go use Dad’s bathroom!” Shelby called back. 

“I can’t, there’s a spider in there the size of Rhode Island.” 

“Rhode Island’s the tiniest state, so what’s the big deal?!” 

“… Shelby, did you make a mess?” 

“No!” 

“If you had an accident, I’m not gonna make fun of y—“ 

“That’s not the problem!” 

“Then, what is the problem?” 

Shelby groaned and looked back at the toilet, trying very hard to focus on the task at hand. She didn’t want to tell him what the issue was! It was such a ridiculous, silly issue! But, when another minute passed, her pee still failed to flow and Emmett called “Shelby, come on… I have to pee, and that spider’s freaking me—“ 

“I can’t go, alright?” Shelby admitted. 

“Huh?” 

“It feels weird trying to go with my pants up, so I can’t—“ 

“Then take them down.” 

“No, I want to know that I can do this.” 

“Then, can you find out later?” Emmett asked. “After I’ve—“ 

“No, I’m bursting,” Shelby said, annoyed. “Either wait your turn, or try to ignore the spider.” 

On the other side of the door, Emmett sighed and tensed his thighs together. Shelby was being so silly… But, he knew HE was, too. The spider in Dad’s bathroom was enormous and grotesque looking, but he didn’t think it was venomous. It couldn’t actually hurt him. 

And he sort of understood Shelby’s problem. He’d felt something vaguely similar a few times. He was honestly a little surprised he didn’t have it happen more often, given his anxious nature. Every once in a while if he was at a urinal and someone was next to him, he’d have trouble getting his stream to start. It didn’t happen EVERY time he tried to pee next to somebody, but it was often enough that he’d noticed the pattern. Ordinarily, his problem would clear right up as soon as someone flushed a toilet or turned on a sink, the sound of the water would be enough to help him pee. 

“Turn the sink on,” Emmett suggested. 

“Um… My hands are kind of… I got ‘em right where I need ‘em. Can you do it? The door’s unlocked.” 

Emmett groaned, this whole thing was ridiculous… He opened the door and quickly turned on the sink. He tried not to look at Shelby. He didn’t think he’d ever stop thinking this… hobby? Talent? Whatever this was, he couldn’t help but think it was really bizarre. 

Shelby focused her attention on the running water, ripples of urgency crashed about inside her bladder, her sphincters twitching until she felt right at the very edge of letting go… 

But, then it stopped again. 

This sensation of almost-but-not-quite starting to pee repeated itself several more times. She swore her liquid was pressing at the very edge of her opening, unable to make it that last tiny sliver of a millimeter downwards. “Hnnnh, come on…” 

The water didn’t seem to be helping Shelby, and it certainly wasn’t helping Emmett; His hips had begun to sway and shift. “Um… If you still can’t, could I maybe—“ 

“Hold on,” Shelby said. “I almost had it!” 

Emmett grimaced, he hated himself for what he was about to say, but having to hold it for THIS long inside his own home was really irritating him. And, at least this wouldn’t be the FIRST time they’d done this together, as strange as that was. “Can you move over a bit, then? I’m sorry, I just need to—“ 

Emmett’s embarrassing plea was interrupted by the sound of a second jet of liquid joining the one pouring from the sink. Shelby’s bladder had finally accepted that it was, indeed, time to empty, and the hiss of it striking the bowl was loud enough to overpower the faucet. 

Shelby watched, feeling equal parts amazed and proud as her stream arced out through the flap in her boxers to trickle noisily into the toilet. Her heart was thrumming, she was hyper-vigilant as she tried to sense any warm spots forming around her butt or thighs, but there was nothing. It really was all just flowing through the fly, just like it was supposed to. 

Just like before, Shelby had been so focused on whether or not she could accomplish her task that she failed to register how good it felt to pee until she’d already been going for a while. When that happened, when she noticed how the relief crashing into her and pulsing out of her made her feel as though she was floating, something odd happened; Tingles built up in the soles of her feet, moving up her legs and through her spine. They felt really, REALLY good, but they made her shudder for whatever reason, messing up her aim. Some of her urine spattered the rim of the bowl, and a she felt some slickness and warmth around the fly of the boxers. 

Once the shiver had stopped, her stream began to wind itself down. That weird, inexplicable trembling had already made her mess up a little. She hoped that her pee losing its force and speed wouldn’t do any more damage. She pushed down hard, and was able to mostly get the end of her release into the toilet, but the last few little drips ended up gliding down her legs. 

She stepped back and looked down at herself. Only the tiniest little dark patch was visible over the crotch of her boxers. It felt clammy and cold now, but it was so small she was sure it would dry and fade quickly. 

Emmett, whom had left the room as his bladder could no longer bear the sound of the faucet and of his sister peeing, returned. First, he looked at her and the floor surrounding the toilet. Both appeared dry. Good thing, too. One bathroom having an evil spider and the other having a drenched floor would leave Emmett with nowhere to pee for quite a while. 

“See?” Shelby asked. “Told you I could do it.” 

“Yeah,” Emmett said. “Um… I need privacy now, please?” 

“You do?” Shelby asked, making no move to leave. “But, you were just asking to pee right next to me a minute ago, weren’t you?” 

“Shelby, please?” Emmett begged, his upper body twisting about as he stomped his feet against the floor. “You can tease me all you want after I’m finished, I promise!” 

“Okay,” Shelby said. “If you really mean that. But, if you—“ 

“Please!?” 

“Alright, alright…” Shelby laughed, exiting the room finally. As she walked down the hall, she heard Emmett hurriedly yanking down his zipper, this noise was abruptly followed by a quiet trickling and a sigh. Shelby wondered if the addition of pants on top of the boxers would present any extra challenge for her at all. 

As it turned out, she would discover the answer to her question later that evening. 

Dad came home to pick Shelby and Emmett up and bring them to his office’s party. The drive there was long, and all that water still had yet to finish filtering through Shelby’s system. As a result, by the time they arrived her bladder was once more filled to its brim and hard as a rock. 

Getting out of the car resulted in ripples of painful need to shudder through her. Her knees rubbed together and her thighs tensed. She didn’t come to her Dad’s office THAT often, but she was pretty sure she remembered where the bathrooms were. They would definitely have to be her first stop. 

Dad led Shelby and her brother into the building, Shelby struggling to keep up with even his slow pace. Every few steps, she’d need to come to a stop and tense up her legs when she felt droplets of pee starting to bead at her opening. 

The main lobby of the office building was pretty crowded for the party. At her short height, Shelby struggled to see the restroom signs overtop of everyone else’s heads. She bounced on her feet as she tried to remember if the toilets on this floor were located to the left or the right… 

Before Shelby could spot the restrooms, Dad had asked her and Emmett to follow him up to his floor. It was embarrassing, but Shelby wasn’t so sure if she could hold it all the way up there… “I really have to pee,” she said. 

“I’ll show you where the bathroom is once we’re up there,” Dad said. “Hold on a minute.” 

Shelby didn’t think she had very many minutes left to hold on… Her bladder felt downright swollen and when they got into the elevator, she was forced to unfasten the button on her jeans, it had been digging into her middle like a sharp claw… As the elevator moved, Shelby felt dread filling her up in all the areas that weren’t already bogged down with pee. What if this thing got stuck? She’d wet her pants for sure… 

She rocked from side to side, stepped in place, and tugged at her hair as she begged the elevator to NOT get stuck and to please, please move faster! 

Finally, the doors slid open and Shelby hobbled out. To her dismay, Dad immediately started taking her and Emmett in the direction of his office. “Dad, I REALLY have to go,” she reminded. 

“I wanted to make sure you said hello to everyo—“ 

“Dad, please?” Shelby begged. “I can say hi after…” 

“Okay, okay…” Dad pointed off to one side, “They’re right down there,” he said. “Try to hurry.” 

Eagerly, Shelby took off in that direction, her bladder already going light and loose with the knowledge that relief was finally approaching. Moments later, her bladder painfully twisted and cramped when she saw the line pouring out the women’s room door. There was zero line whatsoever for the men’s, of course. 

The presence of urinals really made it so much faster to go in, pee, and leave. They took up less space, so that meant there were usually more places to pee inside a men’s restroom than a women’s since the rooms were generally still the same size. Shelby thought women’s bathrooms should have been bigger, that would be more fair. 

Or, they could put a few urinals in them… Sure, the majority of girls couldn’t stand to pee, or didn’t know how. But, the urinals would at least be a nice option for the ones like her who COULD do it! 

Shelby reluctantly joined the line, rocking back and forth on her feet and occasionally cupping herself when she was hit by a particularly strong pulse from her bladder. The organ was a bit worn out, having been filled to its brim so many times today. Maybe she should have tried experimenting with the boxers on a day where she wouldn’t have to go anywhere; A day where she could stay at home until all the water she’d chugged had been filtered out without having to worry about waiting in a stupidly long line. 

Shelby jiggled up and down, not caring if anyone noticed her emergency. Part of her was hoping one of the women ahead of her WOULD pick up on the fact she was bursting. Maybe then they’d take pity on her and let her cut… 

The person directly in front of her turned and asked if she was having an emergency. But, when Shelby nodded, the other woman just turned back around, not alleviating Shelby’s wait-time in the slightest. 

Shelby crossed her legs together tightly, tucked her hands between them, and tried to ignore the buckets of cold sweat going down her back. Everyone ahead of her should just let her cut, she’d be done SO fast! She wouldn’t have to take anything off first! Wouldn’t have to turn around and sit! Hell, she could even shave off a few more seconds since she didn’t necessarily need to shut and lock the stall door; she’d be facing away from everybody else, and nothing would be exposed! 

She squeezed her eyes shut as her aching bladder begged her to stop visualizing her upcoming pee-break so vividly. Clearly, it wasn’t going to come any time soon… She tried to think of something else. She tried thinking about video games for a while. Somehow though, her mind flew off on a tangent regarding Super Mario 64; Specifically, the need to collect golden stars from various levels in order to unlock different rooms inside the castle. At the start of the game, pretty much all the rooms were blocked off, just one available… So, what if Mario had come in really desperate to pee, but he needed to find a ridiculous amount of stars to get the bathroom open? 

‘Shelby, that’s dumb,” she told herself. ‘I don’t think Mario even HAS a bladder. And if he did, he could just go on a tree outside the castle— Oh, but Lakitu’s following him around with a camera the entire time, so he probably wouldn’t wanna— Gah, stop thinking about this!’ 

Shelby took a few steps forward, her bladder throbbing harshly each time she set her foot down. She felt like she’d been here for HOURS, but the line had barely even moved! She was going to explode if she didn’t magically teleport to the front soon! ‘Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it…’ she begged, but her brain wouldn’t listen. 

‘Well, even if Mario’s being followed by a camera, he can jump in the water and pee th— WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THIS!? KNOCK IT OFF! God, think about— About Pokemon. Name them, alright? Bulbasaur, Ivysaur, Venusaur, Charmand— I wonder if anybody’s ever seen just the top of an Ivysaur in the woods and mistaken it for a bush and— NO. HELL NO. STOP. I don’t wanna picture that, I don’t—’ But, it was too late. Shelby hated her imagination sometimes. 

Shelby glanced back up from her shifting feet to find the line hadn’t budged at all since she’d last checked. Seeing as how trying to think of different topics as a distraction had crashed and burned, she tried instead to think about nothing at all. Clearing her head of all thoughts proved impossible, though. Her brain was as full of unwanted, piss-related imagery as her bladder was of unwanted, actual piss. 

The line finally inched forward, and when Shelby moved to catch up, a sharp trickle of pee escaped. She felt the material beneath her hands grow warm and damp, and all at once she realized she had very little chance of making it through this line. 

Again, she looked at the men’s room, still totally devoid of any line. She seethed at the unfairness of it all. As if God wanted to taunt her, she was forced to watch as a guy easily strode into the bathroom, and the re-emerged about a minute later with a nice, empty bladder. 

That was it. She couldn’t do this anymore. Shelby left the line and stumbled haphazardly towards the men’s room. She stopped just beside the door. What if somebody was in there? She couldn’t remember seeing anyone go in that hadn’t come back out, but still… And what if someone CAME in before she was done? 

If she tucked most of her hair up inside her hat, she could maybe pass for a really feminine looking guy. If it weren’t for her breasts, anyway. They weren’t huge or anything, but they were very clearly THERE. She was pretty sure she was too skinny for anyone to think they were man-boobs. But, at the urinal, her back was going to be facing everyone… Unless someone was stood right beside her. Did… Did guys ever look at each other at the urinals? Even just by accident? She was sure that from just a casual glance, everything would look normal. Someone standing at a urinal with their fly down, peeing. But, then if they looked for LONGER than a second, they’d realize something wasn’t normal at all… 

Hopefully, there would be a stall she could use instead. Less chance of drama that way. She’d keep her head down, RUN to the stall as fast as she could and lock herself in there. Then she’d pee, and if no one came in during that time she’d leave as quickly as possible. There wouldn’t be time to wash her hands, out there in the open where she was easily spotted, but that would be okay… She just wouldn’t tell her hygiene-inclined brother. Or maybe she would, before tousling his hair. He surely make a ridiculous noise if she did that. 

Shelby pushed a bit of her hair up into her cap and then opened the door. She walked quickly on stiff legs, staring at the floor. She was moving too fast for her bladder, and it punished her with an intense, violent spasm and more than a few tiny leaks, but finally she’d reached the two stalls. 

Which were both occupied. 

Still staring at the floor, she could see the guys inside had their pants pulled down all the way and were sitting, which she assumed meant they were going to be there for a while. Her gaze shifted to the row of totally vacant urinals. She could use them… And she COULDN’T wait until one of those guys left a stall. It would take too long for her leaky bladder to handle, and when the guy opened the door he’d SEE her from the front, he’d see her chest, he’d see that she was a girl and that could cause a scene she didn’t want to be part of. 

On the other hand, if she used a urinal, she’d get to pee NOW and even if someone left a stall or entered the room before she’d finished, they’d only see her back. With her hair hidden, and her baggier jeans not making her hips too pronounced, she was confident she could pass for a guy from behind. Especially if she was clearly pissing into a urinal, doing something that most girls couldn’t do. 

Her decision made, Shelby walked towards the urinals. Her bladder shook and grew heavier with every step, she could feel more dampness collecting between her thighs. ‘If anybody DOES notice, just tell them how you had no choice. You NEED to do this, or you’re gonna have an accident.’ 

Once she was at a urinal, she pulled down her zipper, feeling more than a little trepidation. She hadn’t practiced shooting her stream through the boxers AND her pants yet. And this was only her second time doing the latter. Bursting at the seams while in public were far from the ideal circumstances to be getting more practice. 

Her bladder seared and pulsed and one more squirt of pee exited her body. She cringed, against her will she remembered the day she’d wet herself after school. Peeing herself in girls’ underwear felt different than peeing herself in boxers. It was starting to go down her legs right away, wasn’t soaking her butt as much… 

Shelby knew she was going to need all the space she could get, so she pulled the flaps of her jeans apart as far as possible. She parted the flap in the boxers and used one hand to keep it open as she put the other one in position to aim. 

But, just like earlier at home, she found it very difficult to start her stream. She kept imagining this going horribly wrong. She had never tried to pee with her jeans still up before! If she messed it up, then what?! She’d have to go find her Dad while still wearing her wet pants and ask to be taken home. He’d definitely ask what had happened, and she wouldn’t be able to tell him the truth. She’d have to claim the line had been too long and she’d peed herself before reaching the front of it. 

‘That’s not going to happen,’ Shelby tried to assure herself. ‘You’ve peed standing up tons of times before. It’s only a little different now.’ For a second, she considered just pulling her pants down out of the way, but the idea of having her butt on display like that kept her from doing it.

‘Relax…’ She urged her body. Her bladder was convulsing like mad at the sight of the urinal. Even if she’d only relieved herself into one a few times, it KNEW that this was a place for it to empty. 

She cringed and rocked from side to side as her body continued to stubbornly hold back. ‘Please, come on…’ Her nerves were sky high. She could feel some of her hair falling back out of her cap, but she made no move to correct it. She told herself that the worst case scenario was that someone noticed and thought she was a long haired guy whose bladder had a case of stage fright. ‘Calm down… You just gotta pee.’ 

This lock-up thing BARELY ever happened to her! Twice in one day was inexcusable! Even given the unusual circumstances! She took in several deep breaths, but her pee remained imprisoned with her painfully full bladder. How could she need to go THIS bad and be struggling so hard to make it come out?!

A toilet in one of the stalls, and as the water rushed down the building’s pipes, liquid rushed down Shelby’s pipes as well. Her stream trickled forth, some of it wetting her jeans slightly as it wasn’t coming out strongly enough. Panicked, she pushed down hard, prompting her pee to spray and arc forwards like it was meant to. Now, it was safely hissing into the urinal, and Shelby sighed. 

She heard the stall open and the guy walk out. She did her best to block out the sounds of his footsteps as he went to the sink… And why did the sink have to be so close to the urinals? If he turned his head to the right, he’d be looking at her! Anxiety grew, and as her stress built, her stream shrank. Panicked that it was about to get dribbly again, about to start running dripping into her clothes instead of blasting out into the urinal, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth to keep it coming out fast and powerfully. She was pissing so hard that the guy at the sink could definitely hear it clearly, even over the faucet. It was no doubt obvious to him that whoever was using the urinal right now had been utterly desperate to go. 

Rather than embarrassed, Shelby felt sort of proud. It was a little impressive that she’d held so much in that her release overpowered the noise of a faucet. 

The man finally left the room and Shelby relaxed further, beginning to really enjoy this. She’d NEEDED this so badly, and the amount of rules she was breaking at the moment made it all feel pretty thrilling. She wasn’t supposed to be in a men’s room, but she was. She wasn’t supposed to use a urinal, but she was. She wasn’t supposed to pee like a boy, but she was. And she wasn’t supposed to urinate without pulling her pants down, yet she WAS. It felt good, it felt fun, it felt like such a great relief that her legs were tingling. 

Then, she heard the door to the room open and shut, followed by footsteps. She tried not to panic. She just wanted to focus on how good it felt to let go. Most likely, whoever came in would just pay attention to handling their own need too. She looked just like anyone else peeing into a urinal, no reason for anybody to— 

“Shelby?” the word came out utterly gobsmacked, and was spoken in a voice Shelby recognized immediately. 

‘Shitshitshitshitshit…’ Shelby’s brain screamed. Miraculously, instead of slowing it down, the rush of adrenaline flooding her veins only made Shelby’s stream increase in speed and intensity. This was both good and bad. Good, because it meant it was still landing where she wanted it to. Bad, because it meant she’d FINISH faster and would have to turn around and face… 

Abruptly, her pee stopped. She was empty. She’d managed to keep the necessary momentum and force going until the very end, the last few drops didn’t roll down her legs this time… But, she didn’t have time to celebrate that victory. “D—Dad…?” Shelby said as she turned around, zipping up her pants clumsily. 

Her Dad was staring down around her waist, and she looked there too. There was a barely noticeable damp spot beside her zip, the result of those few errant spurts she hadn’t controlled so well when she’d first begun to pee. 

“I…” Dad opened his mouth, then shut it again, clearly having no idea what he wanted to say. 

“Um…” Shelby inched towards the door. She wanted out of this room as fast as possible, but running would only delay the inevitable. “The, uh, the line for the girls’ was way too long. I couldn’t hold it,” she explained, knowing that her statement WASN’T answering the main question her Dad had. Her response would have flown if she’d been caught coming out of a stall here, but that wasn’t what she’d been doing. 

“Shelby, I… Did you… I mean…” Dad looked down at the floor below the urinals. “Not any grosser than usual down there…” Though, he shouldn’t have expected any different. Shelby’s clothes were nice and dry, save for the aftermath of the leaks she’d let out while holding it. And, he’d been able to hear pee hitting a urinal, it had ended up in the proper place… He just didn’t understand HOW. “I…” he ran a hand through his hair, making Shelby realize he felt as awkward and embarrassed by this as she did. “We’ll talk about this later. Go wait in the hall.” 

Shelby left the room quietly. That had been so embarrassing! Of course, the person who walked in on her had to be the ONE person that would notice something was unusual right away! 
Dad left the restroom a couple minutes later, he began walking down the hall in the opposite direction from his office. Shelby figured she was meant to follow him. 

“You… Used a urinal,” Dad stated. “Like a man. Successfully.” 

Shelby nodded. “I couldn’t hold it,” she reiterated. “There was nowhere else to go, and I had to so bad, and I didn’t have a ch—“ 

“Do you… Do that often?” 

“Well, no. There aren’t urinals in women’s bathrooms.” 

“That’s not… I meant, do you pee standing up very often?” 

“Yeah,” Shelby admitted. “It’s fun. And, if I CAN do it, why shouldn’t I?” 

“I suppose it doesn’t hurt anyone…” Dad said. “You do this at home?” 

“Yeah, most of the time,” Shelby said. “Only time I don’t is if I’m too tired, or if I’m at school and somebody might notice and make a big deal about it.” 

“Haven’t noticed any… Messes on the floor at home,” Dad said. “I don’t know HOW, but I guess this is something you’re just able to do… But, um… Is there a reason for it?” 

Shelby shrugged, “First I just wanted to see if I could, then I thought it was fun, so I kept doing it. And it’s easier than having to always find a toilet I don’t mind sitting on, or mess with squatting down.” 

“And, that’s all it is?” Dad asked. “You just do this because it’s fun and convenient for you?” 

“Well, yeah,” Shelby said. “Like, today. I probably would have had an accident if I couldn’t use the urinal.” 

“Nothing else?” 

Shelby was confused now. “Um… What else WOULD it be?” 

“I… I guess what I’m asking is; Do you think you’d be happier if you were a man?” 

Ohhhh. Shelby laughed, surprised he thought she was going through something so serious just because of this. “No,” she said.

“Because if it IS something like that, I won’t be angry. I wouldn’t mind if it turns out I have two sons. I’d support you and help you be more comfortable, and—“ 

“It’s not that. I like being a girl, I just also like standing to pee. That’s all.”

“Alright,” Dad said. “Sorry I reacted so strongly. I just… REALLY did not expect to see that.” 

“It’s okay,” Shelby said. “It was sorta embarrassing having YOU catch me doing that, but that’s all.”

[TheSecretOmoAccount 33]

Something about movie theaters had a way of filling Shelby’s bladder up fast. She thought she probably just so absorbed in the film that she didn’t pay attention to how much soda she was drinking, or maybe the cold temperature inside the theater was what prompted her body’s processes to speed up, but whatever the reason, Shelby always wound up squirming by the time the second act rolled around. 

It wasn’t like she could just get up and pee, either. She didn’t want to miss anything! Better to cross her legs and endure her need than walk out for several minutes and miss out on something important. And, wow were her legs crossed now. She’d been feeling her bladder gradually expanding for the last half hour, at least; More liquid being pumped into it by the second. At this point, she had to work harder to concentrate on the movie rather than the pressure pounding away inside her. 

She couldn’t leave now, the movie she was watching was very fast-paced, even if she managed to make it to the bathroom, pee, and come back all in under a minute, she’d lose track of the plot. And, it would be such a hassle to leave right now, anyway. She’d have to ask her brother and her best friend to stand up in order to let her out of the aisle, and she already felt slightly awkward being out with them on what was, essentially, a date. 

Yes, she was a bit of a third wheel today. That was the sort of thing that tended to happen when a person’s brother was going out with their best friend. The arrangement had sort of weirded her out at first, hearing Nova talk about how she thought Emmett was hot wasn’t at ALL something Shelby wanted to listen to. 

They were a good couple though, Shelby had to admit. She’d noticed Emmett grabbing onto Nova during the scary parts of the movie, and she supposed that was almost cute. But, what wasn’t cute was how they were both blocking the exit path that would lead Shelby to a bathroom, all while her bladder was presenting a very compelling argument that missing a few minutes of the movie would be worth it if she was able to get all this piss out of herself. 

Shelby considered asking them to let her up, her bladder was pinching away at her, her urethral opening had started to tremble in that threatening way that meant she would be really pushing her luck if she kept trying to hold it. But, it DID look like the movie would be over soon. She could probably last to the end still… 

She adjusted her position in her seat for what must have been the millionth time. Her jeans were cutting into her bladder as if they sought to slice it right in half. She leaned forward at first, but quickly slammed back hard against the chair when an absolutely horrendous pressure bloomed in her bladder. “Ffff…” she hissed through her clenched teeth, bringing one foot up into the seat with her and pushing it up against her crotch. She rocked against her foot, while her other knee jiggled frantically. She couldn’t stop thinking about how fast she was gonna be running out of this room the second the credits started to roll. She had to go so badly that she thought she might even end up tearing up when she finally laid her eyes on a stall. 

‘Don’t think about it. Just pay attention. You wanna know how it ends, don’t you?’ Shelby scolded herself. She’d held her bladder through this entire thing, that meant she could easily handle another ten or so minutes. Her foot wasn’t enough of a deterrent against her flood, though. She lowered it back down and pushed her hands between her legs instead, squeezing her thighs together as tight as they would go. 

She watched as the protagonist of the film entered a men’s restroom. He was only going in there to empty the vial he’d stolen from the villain down a drain so that it would get into the town’s water supply and provide the cure for the lab-engineered super-virus the villain had unleashed. But, even if Shelby wasn’t going to be subjected to watching the main actor pretend he was relieving his bladder in this scene, she still had to see all the urinals on the wall in the shot. She still had to see all of the toilet stalls. And, her bladder still shrieked at her about how good it would feel to empty out into ANY of those spots right now. 

Her bouncing increased as the main character stepped up to one of the sinks, and she cringed hard at the sound of the liquid antidote being poured into it. The loud speakers of the theater ensured that she heard every last drop as it plinked away. Then, she was forced to listen when the protagonist turned the sink ON to make certain all of the antidote made it down the drain. The camera lingered on the gushing faucet for several seconds, Shelby’s back became caked in sweat. 

Several minutes later, with the last plot threads wrapped up, the credits finally appeared and the lights in the theater flashed on. Shelby knew she ought to stop gripping herself so tightly now that she no longer had the cover of darkness to do it in, but when she tried to let go, the first squirt of her pee gushed out and in a panic she clamped her hands back down. 

“I really don’t think that pouring a tiny bit of the cure down a sink is gonna be enough to get rid of a city-wide pandemic…” Emmett said. He was the first to stand up, and once he was on his feet, a hand hesitantly went to tug at the waistband of his pants. “Um… That was… A bit longer than I’d expected it to be too…” 

“Well, it’s just a movie,” Nova said. “You have to suspend disbelief for stuff like that…” her own knees was bouncing almost as much as Shelby’s were. “You ARE right about it being really long, though.” 

“I… Um… Is it okay if I—“ 

“I have to pee SO bad!” Shelby moaned out as she struggled to her feet. She was unable to stand all the way, the heavy ball of urine in her core seemed to weigh her down so much that she could only double over and bend at the knees as she tried to lift it. 

“Y—Yeah…” Emmett nodded. “I… Need to… Do that…” 

Nova reached to pinch at his cheek, “Aw, you’re so cute when you get shy.”

Shelby didn’t have TIME for them to try to win the ‘most nauseatingly adorable couple award’, she needed to GO and they were STILL blocking her way out. “Well, if you need to piss, can we do that NOW? I can’t wait anymore.” They turned to look at her. She still hadn’t managed to pry her hands away from her groin, and she honestly didn’t care if they could see her doing that anymore. 

“Heh, alright,” Nova said. “I have to go, too. Come on.” 

*** 

No fair. No fair. No fucking fair. 

The line for the women’s room was at least twenty people long, and the line for the men’s was less than five. When Shelby heard her brother groan at the idea he was going to have to wait through just a tiny group of people before he was able to relieve his bladder, she shot him a glare. 

“S—Sorry,” Emmett said. “I just… I’ve been holding it a real long time, and—“ 

“You barely even have to wait now!” Shelby pointed out. 

“Sorry…” Emmett repeated. “N—Nothing I can do…” He nervously took his place in line, and Shelby watched him cross his legs and tug anxiously at his bangs. He really DID look like he needed to go pretty badly, but he wasn’t clutching himself like SHE was. He didn’t need to go AS bad as she did, and he was still guaranteed to get to go FIRST. How was that even remotely fair?! 

Again, Shelby wished that women’s bathrooms would have at least one or two urinals inside them. Yes, only a tiny portion of women would be able to make any use of them, but they would sure be useful to the ones like her that could manage it! If there was a urinal in there— Even just one— She could be pissing right this second! 

Or, she would be if Nova weren’t right behind her in line right now. Shelby had never told her friend that she could pee standing up. While Nova wasn’t much of a girly-girl either, often wearing camo and fascinated by zombies, Shelby still figured that she’d think a girl peeing like a guy was really weird. Doing that in front of her could make Nova uncomfortable, and Shelby didn’t want to do that. If she and Nova were out and both needed to pee, Shelby would always sit down to avoid freaking her out. 

Hopping from foot to foot, clutching herself for dear life, Shelby squeezed her eyes shut tightly and prayed for the line to please, please move. “I’m going to explode…” she whimpered softly, miserable. 

Nova had been watching Shelby’s urgent dance, and with some dismay she realized it was beginning to rub off on her. As if Shelby’s utter desperation was somehow as contagious as the disease in the movie they’d just watched, Nova’s need for the toilet had gone from an annoying but manageable pulse to a far more insistent throb just in the time she’d spent in line. She now needed to rock a bit from side to side as she waited. “It’ll be over soon,” Nova tried to assure. 

The line was moving, at least. Just very, very slowly. Nova’s bladder would shudder each time she heard a toilet flush inside the restroom. She could scarcely imagine what it must have been doing to Shelby. 

Indeed, every flush of a toilet would make Shelby squeeze herself even harder. She could feel dampness collecting against her straining fingertips, but was unable to pinpoint exactly when she’d begun to leak. She didn’t even feel the pee slipping its way past her defenses, the only confirmation she had that she really WAS starting to lose control came in the form of the slick warmth beading into her hands. 

She was wetting herself. 

Extremely slowly, drop by tiny drop, but there was no doubt that she was having an accident. ‘Hurryyyy,’ she mentally begged the people ahead of her. ‘Come on, LOOK at me. I gotta go WAY worse than any of you do. Just…’ She began to consider speaking up, asking permission to cut… One look at her, and everyone else would know how bad her emergency was. SOMEONE would have to take pity, surely? 

It would be embarrassing to beg like that, but certainly not as embarrassment as an accident would be. 

“Excuse me…” Shelby managed to choke out to the woman directly ahead of her. “I… Need to go really badly. Could I please go ahead of you?” 

The woman turned around, stared at her for a second, then shook her head. “Nope. I’m in a rush. I have to pick up my kids soon.” 

Shelby could pee so fast, though… She could pee so quickly that this woman would only have to wait an extra thirty seconds for her! “I’ll b-be really fast. I’ll hurry. I promise!” 

“No, you should have gotten here sooner if you need to go that much,” the woman said, and then she turned around in a way that signified to Shelby that the conversation was over. 

Nova had watched the conversation, feeling a little stunned by Shelby’s boldness at first. Nova would never, EVER be able to ask a complete stranger for help with such a personal crisis. She’d NEVER be able to admit to someone she didn’t know that she needed the toilet too badly to stand it. That was one of the things Nova liked about her friend, she really just did whatever she had to do, regardless of the potential consequences or reactions she may receive. 

Nova was dismayed when the woman declined letting Shelby cut. Both because she felt bad for Shelby’s plight, and because Nova’s own bladder was REALLY starting to become a problem and she’d been hopeful she’d be allowed to cut ALONGSIDE Shelby and get relief just as quickly. 

Nova was now lifting her feet from the floor, one right after the other, like she was trying to complete a stationary march. She thought back to the soda she’d finished during the first act of the movie, she thought about how big it had been and how every drop now seemed to be contained inside her bladder. 

Her bladder didn’t feel like it had enough ROOM inside of it for that soda. Nova’s Dad was in the army, and as she stood there, jiggling and turning about anxiously, she thought back to a story he’d told her once, about the drug tests everyone there had to do. Her Dad said that everybody had to drink a lot of water, and then wait to be called for their test. But, that the order they’d be called in would be pretty random, so nobody knew when they’d actually have their turn to pee. They’d just all have to hold it in, some of them for hours. Her Dad had been one of the last people called, and he’d said that holding his pee that day had actually been one of the HARDEST things he’d ever done, even worse than all the physical exercises put together. 

This though, waiting here in a painfully long bathroom line, this wasn’t going to take HOURS like her Dad’s test had. At most, she’d be on the toilet in just thirty minutes, peeing away. She could do that. If her Dad could hold a bloated bladder for hours and hours, then SHE could make it thirty minutes. She thought about other things he had told her, about how when he was doing something really physical and his body had felt like it couldn’t take anymore, he’d push through that pain and on the other side of it everything would feel easier. Nova could do that. She could be strong like him. 

But, five minutes ticked by very slowly, and the line barely budged at all, and then Nova was cupping herself just like Shelby. She usually wore skirts, and she’d worn one again today. There wouldn’t be much material to soak up her pee if it all came gushing out. It would burst straight through her underwear, spray right down her legs and all puddle on the floor. If she parted her legs far enough, she could probably keep much from getting onto her skirt, but that didn’t fix anything. The lobby of the theater was teeming with people, they’d still see her release a geyser onto the ground… And the floor was carpeted, too. She’d have to pay for it to be cleaned or something. 

Her Dad would be so disappointed in her if she had an accident NOW at her age… 

Especially when she KNEW that she could be strong like him. 

Every second stretched itself out just as grotesquely as the girls’ bladders were stretching. Shelby was near tears by the time they were at last close enough to actually get INSIDE of the freaking bathroom finally. The tears weren’t from emotion, not from the shame or embarrassment she felt as little drops continued to work their ways out of her every minute or so. The tears were just from the sheer, physical agony she felt as her straining holding muscles fought their hardest to contain a monumental flood. 

She couldn’t hold it. She couldn’t. She still had three more people to get through. Then she was gonna have to lock the stall door, unzip and unbutton her pants, pull them down, turn around, sit… 

She could get rid of those last two steps fairly easily, though. Shave off a few precious seconds so she’d have a better chance of making it in time. 

But… Nova was here… She might notice… 

‘The whole REASON you learned to piss through a zipper was for moments EXACTLY like this,” Shelby reminded herself. ‘Moments where you can’t hold it long enough to get your pants off.’ And, she knew that there was no way she could hold it long enough to get her pants off right now. Even the time it would take to unzip them was gonna cause her to cut it EXTREMELY close. 

‘I’ll… Try and get them off,’ Shelby thought. ‘But, if I can’t… Hopefully Nova doesn’t pay any attention to what I’m doing.’ 

Nova bobbed up and down and sucked in her cheeks as she listened to another toilet flush. Trying to hold it while inside of a bathroom was harder than trying to hold it anywhere else. Her bladder RECOGNIZED where it was, it recognized the sinks and the stalls, and it definitely recognized the sounds of the toilets flushing. But, most of all, it recognized the distinct trickle of urine hitting water as OTHER women got the relief Nova needed. Her first leak came out when her ears zeroed in on the sound of a stream hissing particularly forcefully into a toilet bowl. Nova felt her cupped hands growing warm as her panties failed to contain the gush of liquid that her bladder had just ejected from itself. 

Finally, FINALLY she and Shelby were next in line, and she almost cried when a couple toilets flushed, leaving two vacant stalls adjacent to one another. Nova ran into one of them. She jumped up and down as she shakily drew the lock into place with one hand, the other still digging firmly against her crotch. Once the door was secured, she yanked down her damp underwear and stumbled back towards the toilet. She was peeing hard before she’d managed to lower herself onto the seat all the way, she heard it spatter off the seat and splash on the floor, felt some of it bounce onto her thighs as she collapsed the rest of the way down. 

But, she didn’t care. She didn’t care if she got a little pee on the seat. All she cared about was the fact that she was now FINALLY sitting on a toilet, her panties down, and her bladder open and pouring away unrestrained. Her whole body went instantly limp as she tipped her head back, sighing loudly. “Ahhhh…” Her brain went blank for a moment, then she heard panic shuffling in the stall beside hers. ‘Poor Shelby, she’s wearing pants she needs to get apart and pull down…’ she thought. 

In the other stall, Shelby got herself locked in and then tore away at her button and zip, struggling to do so as her hands kept going back between her legs. ‘Gotta go…’ she thought. ‘NOW. Just—‘ she tried to reach up to her waistband, but the second she attempted it, she was peeing. Not leaking, not dribbling. She was peeing. Hard. Warmth was rolling down her legs, and she couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t hold it… The toilet was right— 

‘For fuck’s sake, just stand! Who cares who notices!?’Shelby scolded herself, and instinctively her hands took their necessary positions, her stream instantly being directed away from her clothes and out past her zipper. Pee rocketed into the toilet bowl at last, and after a few seconds of gasping and panting, Shelby’s mind caught up with her body and it registered that she WASN’T having an accident anymore. Her urine was ending up in a toilet rather than flowing down her legs. 

Everything about this had been so literally-last-second that she hadn’t lifted the seat up like she was supposed to when she urinated while standing, she could see little drops landing on it, and after a few more seconds of gushing, she grunted hard, tensed herself up, and was able to restrain her flow just long enough to pull the seat out of the way. Then, she pushed back down and resumed her release, at last able to actually relax and enjoy it now that she wasn’t making a mess for someone else to deal with. 

Nova was still peeing, she was honestly shocked by how much she’d had inside her bladder. Felt like it was gonna last forever at this rate, and honestly she didn’t think she’d mind that too much. It felt so good, humongous waves of tension were coming off of her. She heard Shelby make a weird noise and turned to look beneath the stall’s wall again. She saw Shelby was still facing towards the toilet, and now grew worried that her friend’s zipper was STUCK or something— What a terrible time for THAT to happen. 

Nova was about to bear down on herself to speed up her own flow so that she could get up and come help, when she noticed something else. She could only really see Shelby’s feet now, but she could tell her legs weren’t crossed anymore, not like she was still holding it. 

Had she… Had an accident? Did she not make it in time? No, there wasn’t a puddle beneath her feet… Hell, with as desperate as Shelby had been, if she’d peed herself the resulting lake would probably be flowing into Nova’s stall too. 

And, Nova heard a stream of liquid landing into a toilet, checking her other side, Nova saw that she and Shelby were alone in here now, the rush of people wanting to use the toilet after the movie ended had dispersed. So, that second stream of pee Nova heard must have been Shelby’s. As if to confirm to Nova that she’d made it in time and was now relieving herself, Shelby sighed happily, sounding very relaxed and not at all dismayed like she would if she’d been having an accident. “Ahhhh…” 

But… Why was she facing TOWARDS the toilet to pee? And she was at least a quarter of a foot AWAY from it, too. Sort of like a guy how a guy would… 

Nova’s pee finally slowed down to a trickle and then a moment later, she was emptied. She didn’t get up. It didn’t even cross her mind to. She’d forgotten all about her own bladder and why she was here, she just kept staring at Shelby’s feet curiously. If she didn’t know better, she’d say for sure that Shelby was peeing like a man. 

But, that couldn’t be possible, could it? Nova and Shelby had gone to the mall lots of times together, they’d tried on clothes before and they were close enough that sharing a dressing room wasn’t a huge deal. Nova knew that Shelby didn’t have a… Uh… 

Well, funnels existed though, didn’t they? Maybe Shelby had a funnel she peed through for whatever reason? Nova wasn’t sure where she would have been hiding it all day, though. She’d heard Shelby complain about how her pockets were too small often enough that she didn’t think a funnel could fit in there. Maybe she kept it inside her underwear, so she could whip it out and go like a guy would? Nova thought maybe she would have noticed the weird shape that would make, though. But, it’s not like she’d been LOOKING for anything like that. 

Shelby’s stream finally stopped spraying, and Nova watched as she stepped a little closer to the toilet and did a tiny hopping motion. Then, she heard Shelby quickly zip up and exit the stall, going to the sinks. A moment later, she called. “Uh… Nova? You okay?” there was a hint of worry in her voice that Nova seldom heard out of her. 

“Y—Yeah, I’m fine,” Nova said, finally getting up. When she reunited with Shelby beside the sinks, she cranked the faucet on and tried to think of something to say. ‘Just don’t mention it,’ she thought. ‘Peeing is personal, it’s not your business. And you were probably just seeing things, anyway. You had to go so bad that you hallucinated, or something.’ Against her will, once she’d finished with the sink, Nova’s vision went straight to Shelby’s crotch, looking for any lump that would indicate she had hidden a funnel inside her pants. She didn’t see anything like that, she did see a few errant wet spots, though. “Um… You want some paper towels, for…” 

“Yeah, that would help,” Shelby said. 

Nova grabbed some from the dispenser and handed them to her. As she watched Shelby dab at the wet patches on her pants, she rocked back and forth as though she STILL needed to pee. “Ummm…” She just couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d seen. No matter how hard she tried. It was all she could think of when she looked at Shelby. Shelby HAD been standing to pee, Nova knew it… 

Shelby tossed out the paper towels. “That looks a bit better now…” she said. She looked up. “You sure you’re alright?” 

“I’m fine!” Nova insisted. “Just… Really had to go. I’m catching my breath now.” That was a stupid, embarrassing thing to say…

“Oh, okay,” Shelby said. 

The two started to leave the restroom, and Nova KEPT thinking. ‘It’s probably really fun to pee standing up…’ She’d seen Emmett pee a couple times, and while she’d always been more focused on that super cute, relaxed expression he always got, there had also been a bit of envy that he could stand. Nova had always thought that it would be useful to be able to do that, and had been jealous of guys in the past because of it. 

She’d just never thought she’d have to be jealous of another girl for the same reason. 

How did Shelby DO that? 

The question weighed on Nova’s mind as they looked around the lobby for Emmett. He was standing off to one side, looking pretty relieved himself. “H—Hey,” he said. “Sorry you guys had to wait so long… Girls’ bathrooms should be… Bigger, or something.” 

“It’s alright,” Nova said. “We’re fine now.” ‘Does your sister pee like a guy?’ was what she WANTED to add, but she kept it back. 

“That’s good,” Emmett said. “I was worried… You still want to come to our house for the night, right?” 

“Yeah,” Nova said. And that was ALL she said for the entire walk there. There was so much she WANTED to say, so much she wanted to ASK, but she didn’t know how to. 

Once they were at the twins’ house, Nova had to pee again. She knew where the toilets were, of course. But, she didn’t go to use either of them. For some reason, now the idea of sitting down to release her bladder sounded really unappealing to her. 

‘So, what, you gonna hold it forever now?’ Nova asked herself. ‘You’ll explode.’ 

Shelby had to go again, too. Her bladder had just been pushed to its limit, it was sore and didn’t want to wait. “I’ll be right back,” she said, walking off. 

Nova followed her, stood beside the restroom door under the guise of ‘waiting for her turn.’ She heard the lid on the bowl being lifted. And then the seat too. Then a trickle of liquid. 

She’d lifted the seat… Like a guy would… 

Emmett had been about to head to the other restroom, but stopped when he noticed her. “Oh, there’s a second toilet beside my Dad’s room, remember?” 

“I… I know, I’m just waiting to ask Shelby something,” Nova said. And, she realized a moment later that this wasn’t a lie. Her curiosity was not going to leave her alone without some kind of answer. 

When Shelby exited a moment later and saw Nova there, she had a feeling that her friend HAD noticed something back at the theater after all. She hoped not…“So… Um… Were you just waiting to go, or…” 

“I… I wanted to ask you something,” Nova admitted. “Want to talk in your room?” 

“Y—Yeah,” Shelby said, leading the way. She shut the door, not really knowing why. Emmett knew she peed like a boy. It wouldn’t matter if he heard her talking about it. “So, I… Think I know what you wanted to ask about.” 

“Do… Um… Do you pee like a guy?” Nova blurted it out. 

Shelby nodded, “I do. Sometimes… And, today, I just had to go so bad… Couldn’t handle taking all of that extra time to sit down…” 

“Um…” Nova shifted. She was starting to need to go a lot more, and she knew this conversation, one based entirely around urination, was going to make her bladder feel a lot fuller soon. “So, do you have, like, a funnel?” 

“No,” Shelby said. 

“What DO you have, then? Because I KNOW you haven’t got a—“ 

“It’s… I have my hands,” Shelby said. “My fingers.” 

“Huh?” 

“I just… It’s hard to explain, but there’s this way you can… Aim your pee with just your hands, and your… You know…” 

“So, you don’t have a tube, or a funnel, or—“ 

“Just… Everything I was born with,” Shelby said. “I just… Think it’s fun to stand, sorry if you think it’s weird, I know it freaks Emmett out a lot when I do it around him. But, like today, it’s really helpful. Definitely would have peed my pants otherwise.” 

“It’s not…” Nova trailed off. She was about to say that it wasn’t weird, but that wouldn’t really be true. It was really unusual. There was no way around that. “Okay, it’s strange. But, just because I didn’t think girls could do that…” 

“I didn’t at first, either. But, I learned how it works, and I tried it, and… I was surprised by how easy it was.” 

“… How do you do it?” Nova asked finally. 

“Like I said, it’s hard to explain… I take my hands like…” Shelby put them near her crotch and tried to demonstrate, but with her clothing all in the way it wasn’t easy to do. “I mean, I learned from a thing I read online, I don’t know how to… I mean, are you asking because YOU want to do this?” 

“Y—Yeah,” Nova admitted. “I don’t know, it sounds fun.” 

“It is,” Shelby promised. “I can try to teach you, I guess… Ummm… First step… Do you have to pee now?” 

“I do,” Nova said. 

“Okay,” Shelby knelt down and looked underneath her bed. She retrieved a small hand mirror. “Um… You need to go pee now, sitting down, and kinda put this between your legs so you can see where it comes out of. I promise, it’s probably a bit further back than you think it is.” 

Nova nodded, “Um… What if I accidentally go on the mirror?” 

“Then you wash it off,” Shelby shrugged. “I don’t care.” 

Nova took the mirror into the restroom with her and flicked on the light. She sat on the toilet and positioned it between her legs as best as she could, but it was a little too dark to see anything. Her bladder, being prompted by the feeling of the toilet seat below her, released a quick spurt that she was forced to clamp off when she realized she couldn’t see what she was looking for. 

She stood up again and turned on the second, brighter light. Now, when she sat down, she was able to make out the reflection of her body parts. She’d never actually thought to look around down there before. She’d felt it plenty of times with her hands, but she’d never done anything like this. She guessed she could recognize all the different parts from the biology book she’d had at school. She knew the hole pee came out of was the urethra, but she didn’t think she could see it yet. That must have been why Shelby had told her she needed to be peeing while she familiarized herself with her anatomy. 

She relaxed her lower muscles, and her stream hissed out. She jolted for a moment, worried about spattering the mirror, but managed to keep it dry. Now that something was flowing, she was able to see the small slit that her pee trickled from. Shelby was right, it WAS a little further back than she’d thought. 

She finished going and stood back up. Maybe, this would be the last time she HAD to pee sitting down. From now on, it would be her choice how she did it. 

Nova returned to Shelby’s room. “You know where it comes out now?” Shelby asked. 

“Yeah,” Nova said. “Now what?” 

“Now, we wait until you have to go again, then you can try it standing in the shower.” 

Nova was eager to make her first attempt, and poured herself a large glass of water in the kitchen. She talked with Emmett for a bit, part of her worrying that he’d be grossed out if he knew what she was up to. Shelby had said that this whole thing freaked him out. Did it freak him out that a girl stood up to pee, or did it freak him out that his sister, specifically, was peeing near him? 

Nova didn’t have to tell him that she was doing this. At least, not right away. 

*** 

Before long, Nova had to go again. When she first felt the urge, she felt a little thrill of excitement, but made herself wait until she REALLY had to go so that she’d have enough in her to make a really decent attempt at her goal. Once she needed to pee badly enough that she was squirming, she asked Shelby if she could try it now. 

Shelby had been sitting on top of one of her feet for the last half hour, jiggling. “Ah, yes! I was starting to think you’d never ask!” 

So… Shelby had been holding it in for this too, then. Nova wondered why that was… 

The girls entered the restroom together, and Nova just stood there like a deer caught in headlights. It hit her now exactly how unusual this activity was going to be. It really wasn’t the kind of thing she was SUPPOSED to do… 

“Um… Okay,” Shelby said. “So, you’re gonna get in the tub, and take off… Everything below the waist. Socks too.” She wasn’t sure why she felt so awkward about saying that right now. She and Nova had changed in one another’s presence before. And this time, Nova would have the option of the shower curtain if she wanted it… 

Peeing was just so personal though. Teaching someone a new way to do it felt… Weird. But, Shelby had to go badly right now, and the sooner this lesson got underway, the sooner she’d be able to release her bladder. “But… First… I’m gonna… Show you, I guess…” 

Nova stared at her. Shelby seemed uncomfortable at the moment. Nova knew her friend had trouble with being touched, with just being SEEN with her clothing off unless the other person had really ensured to her that she was safe. Those past occasions where they’d gotten changed together, Nova had assured her each step of the way that she would only look where Shelby said she could look, and that she certainly wouldn’t TOUCH unless she was told to first. When she’d needed to help Shelby with the zipper on the back of a costume at the mall last Halloween, to make sure Shelby felt okay, she would pause every few seconds. “I’m going to put a hand on your shoulder now, is that alright?”, “Now, I’m going to touch the lower part of your back for a second, tell me if you’re good with that…” And, each time, she waited for Shelby to say it was okay before proceeding. 

This moment was reminding her of all those. “Shelby, you don’t have to show me anything you don’t want me to look at. If you learned how to do this just from stuff online, I’m sure I can do it too. Or, you can just talk me through it instead. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” 

“Okay,” Shelby said. “I want to show you, it’ll be easier if you actually see how it works… But, try to look only at… At where my hands are going, okay? I’m going to take my pants down all the way so that you can see good, and I don’t want you looking at my butt or anywhere else, just pay attention to what my hands are doing. Nothing else.” 

“Of course,” Nova said. 

Shelby nodded, and started to lower her pants. Her bladder pulsed at the sensation, knowing relief was coming soon. Relief WAS coming, but probably not in the way her bladder was expecting it… She lifted up the lid and seat of the toilet. “Um… Yeah, it took me a bit to remember I was supposed to put the seat up, too. But, you do gotta do that if you stand, so don’t forget.” 

She put her hands down near her waist. “N—Now, um…” she parted her legs a bit, prompting a heavy shift of the weight inside her bladder. She had to go… “It’s easiest to do it with two hands…” Her bladder was searing. It was exhausted after her earlier desperation, her legs were too far apart to provide any resistance from her flood, and the toilet was RIGHT freaking there… Before she knew it, a tiny squirt of pee had escaped from her. “Ah—“ she reached and clutched herself with one hand. “S—Sorry…” she added. “REALLY need to go right now.” 

Nova had been shuffling from foot to foot, and she nodded now. SHE really needed to go right now, too! The sight of the toilet wasn’t doing her bladder any favors right now, either! 

“A—Anyway,” Shelby said. “T—To do this…” she bounced in place. Her body couldn’t comprehend why she’d been here so long and hadn’t started to pee yet. “You… Make kinda like a peace sign with both your hands…” she released her hold on her crotch, feeling a dribble slip out the second she’d let go. She formed her hands into the proper position and held them out for Nova to see. “A—And, then you put them on either side of your… Um… I’m gonna use the actual words, so… Um, either side of your labia. And then you pull up a bit…” she demonstrated this. “And, then you have to…” with a grunt, she pushed hard against her bladder, and her stream arced out into the bowl. “Ahhh…” she groaned as her taut muscles slackened. “Y—You have to make yourself go really fast, so it sprays,” she explained, breathless with relief. 

She allowed her pee to keep hissing for a few seconds, blushing as Nova intently watched it shooting out, studying the placement of her hands. This felt so weird… Sure, people had seen her go like this before, but this time that person was REALLY watching, paying attention to every detail of it, looking directly at the spot where her pee was flowing from… Soon enough, Shelby winced as she knew what had to be done. She tensed herself up and forced her stream to pause. Somehow, now her bladder felt even FULLER than before in spite of the fact she’d released so much of her burden. “Mmnhhh…” she whimpered. Her body was begging her to let it pee again, flooding her with painful reminders of how good she’d been feeling just a second ago. 

Nova looked away from her friend’s private area, “If this is making you too uncomfortable,” she said. “We don’t NEED to do it.” 

“It’s… Not that,” Shelby promised. “I just… STILL need to go a whole lot, but I have to show you… Ah—!” she was interrupted by another unwanted spurt. “Okay, okay, hurry, hurry, gotta get through this fast! Y—You can also use just o—one hand, but it’s harder…” she said. “You make the same shape, and then you put it down right here, and pull up both sides as best as you can…” she demonstrated once more, her pee gushing out instantly and drawing out a heavy, panting sigh. “Hahh, hahh… This…” she fought to catch her breath. “This is good if you wanna do it through a zipper, ‘cause you’ll need the other hand to hold it open… Hahhh… But, first… You should do it with two hands until you’re good at it…” 

She allowed herself a few more seconds of blissful, wonderful relief, and then forcefully cut off her flow yet again. A protesting little jet of piss shot out of her before she was able to restrain it fully. Then, she stomped her feet hard against the floor. Why was it getting HARDER to hold back the more she let OUT? Shouldn’t it have been getting easier now that she was emptier?! “Ohhhh!” she moaned. “I… Gotta… Okay, okay, okay!” she rushed out. “So, common mistakes you can make, would be, not pulling your hands up hard enough…” she placed her hands gently against herself, and let a trickle of pee flow down directly between her legs. “Or, not peeing fast enough…” This was going to be trickier, her bladder was dying to spray everything out, intentionally going to slow wasn’t gonna be easy… 

She unclenched, but just a little bit, and a dribble slipped out of her. Her bladder was weakening, dying. She’d forgotten about Nova watching her now, she just wanted to finish this so she could… So she could LITERALLY finish this! 

“And, if you put your hands too far forward, that will block the flow too,” Shelby said. “So, don’t do that, and make sure you pee fast, and— And… That’s all, okay? That’s how it works, you can try, after I’m— After I’ve—“ She got back into the correct position and relaxed, finally letting her bladder continue draining all the way out. “Haaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh….” she moaned. 

Nova stepped back a bit now. The visual portion of the lesson was finished, she didn’t have to watch so closely as her friend relieved herself. Her own bladder pinched away as it listened to those pleasured noises Shelby wouldn’t stop making. Nova crossed her legs and hoped Shelby was nearly done… Her eyes darted off of her for a second, then landed back onto Shelby’s face, her eyes were glazed over, her brow totally relaxed, her mouth hanging open… 

It was cute… 

Nova blushed hard at the thought. She thought the face Emmett made when he peed was adorable, she had ever since the first time she’d seen it. Now, Nova was realizing how similar the twins’ faces were, both had green eyes, both had rounded noses, the general shape and structure of their faces were nearly identical, too… So, of course, if Nova thought Emmett’s expressions while peeing were cute, then it stood to reason that Shelby’s relief-face would be cute, too. They were exactly the same look. Like, literally the exact same expression. 

It was sort of interesting that they’d both make identical faces while peeing… The twins were such opposites in so many ways, it was funny that THIS was a way in which they matched so perfectly… 

“And…” Shelby panted out, breathless from all her moaning. “This is the hardest part, when… When you’re almost done, you REALLY have to push to make sure nothing gets left on your legs…” she grunted as the final trickle of her pee seeped out. “Ahhh…” she sighed again. “Better…” she pulled her pants back up, zipped them. “Heh, what are you smiling about?” 

Nova froze. ‘The fact that you and your brother make the same face when you pee,’ probably wasn’t a good answer… “I just… That’s so cool,” she said. 

“Thanks,” Shelby said. “Sooo… That’s how you do it. Like I said, you should try it in the tub first, and take everything off below the waist, just in case it doesn’t work right. And, since you need something to aim at, try to hit the drain.” 

Nova climbed into the bathtub. She removed her skirt, underwear and socks and put them on the towel hook. Then she faced in the direction of the drain and positioned her hands. She… Thought she had them in around the same area Shelby’s hands had been. She thought back to when she’d looked at herself with the mirror, at the placement of her urethra. She THOUGHT she had this just about right… 

She told herself to relax and pee, but nothing happened. She still felt the need to let it flow, her bladder was still uncomfortable and heavy in her core, but now that she wanted to start peeing, it wouldn’t come out. Her body seemed to be saying ‘Wait, what? This is NOT how we do this!’ 

This felt… Weird. So weird. A little voice in her head was still telling her that this was impossible, even though she’d just seen evidence to the contrary with her own two eyes. And, she’d never peed while in the shower before in her life. Even if she suddenly needed to go while she was in there, she would hold it until after she’d gotten back out. 

She wondered if it might be easier to do this if the water was actually on… Maybe feeling something warm and wet hitting her body would prompt her body to do what it had to do… 

“Nova?” Shelby called from the other side of the shower curtain. “Are you okay? If you’re not ready to try this, you don’t have to.” 

“No, I wanna try,” Nova said. “But, I can’t go. It feels weird.” 

“Oh.” It had been hard for Shelby to tell herself to pee the first few times she stood up, too. “How about I turn the sink on? Would that help?” 

“Maybe…” 

“Alright,” Shelby said. 

And a second later, Nova heard a stream of liquid gushing away into the sink. Her bladder crunched down on itself, twisting and turning. Her first instinct after being hit with such a massive wave of pressure while NOT sitting on a toilet seat, was to cross her legs tight and plead with her bladder to hold on. She actually had to STOP herself from doing that, had to FORCE herself to allow nature to take its course. 

First, Nova felt a major shift of the weight inside her, then an immense and wonderful drop in the hot, stinging pressure between her legs. At last, there was the warm flowing rush of her bladder starting to empty itself. She jumped, squealed quietly, expecting that in a few seconds she was going to feel hot liquid streaming down her legs and over her feet as her pee just went straight down. 

But, it wasn’t going straight down, it was going up and out, just as Shelby’s stream had done. She was peeing a few inches away from the drain, and shifted her feet slightly so that it was now landing inside of it instead. Nova watched her own clear stream jetting out in total amazement, she couldn’t believe she was actually doing it, that her legs were staying dry, that her urine was going exactly where she told it to. 

Nova released a breath from her lungs she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and along with it about twenty pounds of tension floated off of her body. It was immediately replaced by massive amounts of relief as it hit her EXACTLY how bad she’d been needing to let this out. “Ahhhh….” she panted. “That’s… I can actually control it!” she called out, still stunned. 

“Told you,” Shelby said. “Pretty cool, right?” 

“Y—Yeah,” Nova said. “It’s—“ 

There was a knock on the door of the restroom, and Nova’s stream abruptly stopped. ‘This is NOT what you’re supposed to do,’ a voice in her head scolded her, followed by a flurry of unpleasant thoughts. ‘You’re not supposed to pee standing up. You’re not supposed to pee in the shower. You’re definitely not supposed to pee in someone else’s shower, or watch your friend pee standing up. What are you doing? You’re so weird! Stop it!’ 

Nova hadn’t gotten close to emptying her bladder, and now she ached with the need to finish. But, after hearing the knock, even the sound of the faucet wasn’t enough to get her to relax again. 

“Ummm… Shelby?” Emmett called. “Dad came home. He’s in the shower and he needs more shampoo… Is there any in there?”

“Tell him to wait,” Shelby shouted back. 

“Um…” Emmett hesitated. “Well… Actually… I, uh… Also, I need to… To pee… Are you almost—“ 

“Ugh, fine…” Shelby huffed. She lowered her voice. “Uh… Nova, run the water in the tub for a couple seconds and come out.” 

‘But, I’m not finished!’ Nova wanted to protest. She was STILL trying to get her bladder to unclench and release the remainder of her urine, but it was continuing to refuse. She forced herself not to complain. Now that her boyfriend was on the other side of that door, the odds of her convincing her body to relax enough that she’d be able to pee, standing up, into a shower drain were probably even less than zero. 

She could… She could hold the rest for a bit, she decided. She flicked the tub on in order to wash away any puddles left behind, and heard Emmett moan at the noise. 

“Ohhhh, come on!” Emmett whined. “I thought you said you were gonna let me—“ 

“I am,” Shelby said. “Just hang on.” 

“I’m TRYING but it’s really hard when you’re RUNNING THE FAUCETS so much!” 

“You want me to be clean, don’t you?” 

Nova quickly shut the water back off as she listened to them bicker. Emmett didn’t deserve being made to hold it just because she wanted to… do this weird thing. She hurriedly put her clothes back on and stepped out of the tub. Something about her foot hitting the cold tile floor— even through her sock— sent a tight ripple of need up her leg to wrap itself firmly around her bladder. She looked at the toilet for a second, her body begging her to USE it. She’d sat on a toilet and peed IN FRONT of Emmett once before when it was an emergency. If she could do THAT, she could definitely finish up in the toilet with him on the other side of a door… 

He knocked again, “Shelby, please? You saw the size of that soda I had at the movie!” 

Nova made herself turn away from the toilet. She could hold on until he was done, at least. She’d gotten SOME of her burden out, and he hadn’t peed at all. It was only fair to let him go now. 

“Alright already!” Shelby groaned as she flung open the door. “Sheesh! You act like I’ve been making you hold it for days!” 

Emmett had been about to rush in, but he stood in the doorway and stared. “Um… You were in here together…?” he asked. “

“Yeah,” Shelby said. 

“What were—“ 

“I thought you had to pee SO bad?” Shelby interrupted. “If you don’t go, I’ll just shut the door again, so—“ 

“I do, I do!” Emmett said, hurrying past her. 

Nova followed Shelby out and shut the door so Emmett could have privacy. She heard him frantically unzipping and the distinct trickle of his stream a second later. “Ahh…” he sighed. 

Nova flinched at all the noises. She still needed to go! Her bladder was angry and thrashing after having its relief interrupted like that. She’d never had her body just… Stop peeing like that before. Usually, once she’d started, she’d finish. It hurt so bad to have something startle her into shutting down again. She lingered by the door, tapping her feet anxiously. 

“You… Did you not finish?” Shelby asked. 

Nova shook her head. “When he knocked, it freaked me out, and then I couldn’t keep going because… It was embarrassing with him there. I don’t know…” 

“You can finish when he’s done,” Shelby shrugged. “It’ll only be, like, five minutes. Takes him longer to wash his hands after than it takes him to pee… Which is saying a lot because I’ve seen him pee for a real long time before, and—“ 

“Shelby, you aren’t helping…” Nova said as she turned in tiny circles, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. 

“Sorry…” 

Nova heard the toilet flush and squatted down slightly against her will. “Ah— Oh my God…” she groaned, hands going to clutch at her groin tightly. ‘Jeez, second time today I’m about to wet myself…’ she thought miserably. ‘All because I had to be a weirdo.’ 

She heard Emmett flick the faucet on and jiggled urgently as she listened to him wash his hands. Nova was, by far, the most accommodating person when it came to Emmett’s contamination anxiety and related compulsions. She understood that he couldn’t help it if some faulty area of his brain decided to tell him he had to scrub his hands for two minutes every time he peed, but… She REALLY wished he’d hurry it up this time! 

Finally, he opened the door. He was carrying a bottle of shampoo, so Nova supposed he’d been telling the truth about needing to get some for his Dad. He was still looking at her and Shelby oddly though. “Um… What were you guys doing in here?” 

“We were hiding live cockroaches in your body wash,” Shelby answered. “You ruined the surprise.” 

“We weren’t,” Nova said. “Promise. Besides, I think they’d die inside the bottle anyway, so—“ 

“Shelby…” Emmett sighed, walking past her towards their Dad’s room. 

Nova went back into the restroom and locked the door. She looked at the toilet, her straining bladder nearly making her leak at the very sight of it. She was about to pull down her panties and sit, when she stopped.

It had been so easy to aim her stream in the tub… 

But… No. If something went wrong, she’d make a huge mess in someone else’s house! 

She’d just… Try for a second. If it didn’t work, she’d just jump into the tub and let it finish there. She lifted the lid and seat of the toilet, then pulled down her skirt and underwear, letting them fall to her ankles. Next, she positioned her hands, pulled them upwards and… 

HSSSSSSSSS!

Peed hard, her stream slammed into the bowl and rippled against the water. For some reason, when small bubbles appeared on the surface of the water, she was fascinated by them. It was interesting how the water reacted to her urine, having never been able to actually watch it come out like this before. The relief she’d been craving returned to her, feeling even better than it had before. “Ahhh…” 

Several seconds later, she felt that she was almost empty, and she remembered what Shelby had said about how difficult it could be to finish. She pushed as hard as she could, but the final drizzle of her pee still rolled down her inner thigh… 

She wiped it off with some toilet paper, then realized she needed to wipe off the rim of the bowl a little bit too. Some of her urine had spattered as it had landed in the bowl. 

She pulled up her clothes, flushed the toilet, and took a step back. That had been… Really, really fun. 

But, it was also so weird. She understood now how desperate Shelby must have been at the movie theater to do that when someone she knew could easily notice. Nova could name a TON of people that she’d just DIE if they ever found out she could do this— That she LIKED doing it! 

If her Dad found out, what would he say? He was pretty strict, had a bit of a ‘this is the way things should be, so this is how they WILL be’ sort of mindset. His daughter peeing like a boy probably wouldn’t mesh well with it. 

And her Mom… She’d always wanted more of a girly-girl daughter that she could dress up. While she didn’t get angry at Nova for liking tough ‘boyish’ things like dressing in camouflage, watching zombie movies or keeping pet bugs, Nova could still feel her disappointment every time she failed to get excited over dresses or make-up. She didn’t think Mom would be MAD if she found out about Nova’s new talent, but it would be really awkward between them for a long time. 

Mostly, she was worried what Emmett would think. Shelby had already SAID he thought this was weird. And, when Nova had told him she thought he looked really cute while he was peeing, he hadn’t been… Upset or disgusted by it, but it was obvious how unsure the idea made him feel, that he had no idea what to make of it. If he knew she’d just discovered how fun it is to play around with her own stream, she was sure those feelings would grow. 

Nova decided she could keep this just between her and Shelby for now. Just their own little secret. 

*** 

Keeping it a secret was easy for a while. Nova would sit to pee at school and in other public places, then stand up to go when she was at home and had the door locked. It became a game to see how far away from the toilet she could stand and still hit the target. There were a few times that she needed to wipe off the floor really quickly and hope that she didn’t leave anything behind, but that wasn’t a big deal. The closest she came to getting caught was a day where she forgot to put the seat down— But, of course, her Mom jumped straight to yelling at her Dad about that. 

Nova wasn’t sure WHY this was so fun for her. She had always had an interest in psychology and how the brain worked, so she couldn’t stop thinking there must have been a deeper reason for anything a person did. When she was ten and asked for psychology books for Christmas, her parents had been a little confused. (“What kind of kid asks for therapy textbooks for Christmas?!”) but they’d gotten the books for her anyway. Some of them were super, super old and the stuff in them was considered out-of-date. Like, one guy a long time ago said that all girls had an inherent desire for a penis and that any emotional problems could be traced back to not resolving those feelings. 

Nova doubted that was why she enjoyed peeing this way. She sure didn’t LIKE the idea of waking up one day and suddenly having a dick. She knew she’d been a little… weirdly fascinated by pee ever since she realized that Emmett was ridiculously adorable whenever he was urinating, so maybe that was why. She just had that… thing— whatever it was— about pee, and this was a new way to explore it. 

Whatever the reason, Nova was able to keep her new ‘hobby’ a secret from everyone until the day of a big school field trip. They were going to hike to the top of a big nature trail all day, spend the night camping there, and then head back down the next day. They were given a list of things to bring with them on the trip, and the most important thing was to carry plenty of water. 

Nova listened and kept herself hydrated as they started up the trail. So did Shelby and Emmett. The three stayed towards the back of the group so they could talk to each other. Before long, all three of them really needed a bathroom break. And they weren’t the only ones, most of their grade was complaining of desperation. 

Their teacher, at the front of the group, assured them that there were numerous rest areas along the trail where everyone would be able to pee. But, the longer they walked with no sign of one, the less confident Nova felt in her ability to wait. She’d had way more water than either of her friends had, thanks to recalling something her Dad had said about how it’s good to load up on water right at the START of exercising to condition oneself better. 

Too bad he hadn’t mentioned how difficult exercising was going to get once that water had decided it was time to come OUT. 

Walking with a full bladder was a nightmare even on a flat terrain, but when she had to look out for fallen branches and sudden dips in the path, had to keep adjusting the placement of her feet and hop over things, it was even worse. She couldn’t take those slow, careful steps that her bladder was asking for because she didn’t want to get TOO far behind all the others. But, moving too fast made her opening sear and spasm twitchily. 

She wanted to hold herself, but someone might notice and make fun of her. She wanted to dart behind a bush and squat down to let it flow, but someone could easily notice that too, AND she could be left behind. Most of all, she wanted to hide behind a tree and blast her piss against it as hard as she possibly could, standing up. But, someone would DEFINITELY notice if she did THAT. 

Nova had peed outside only once before. She lived in the suburbs, after all. It wasn’t often she needed to turn nature into a toilet. But, one night she’d been catching fireflies in the park and when she realized she needed a toilet break, she found the bathroom had been locked up since it was after-hours. No one was around, so she found a big, concealing bush and did what she’d needed to do. It hadn’t been too terrible letting go outdoors, she’d just squatted down low to the ground and relaxed. The only problem was that she accidentally sprayed one of her socks a tiny bit.

But, now she didn’t HAVE to squat, she could control where her pee went and her sock would be FINE this time. If she was alone now like she’d been that night in the park, she would be watering a tree by now for sure! 

But, she wasn’t alone. So, she had to hold it. Hold it, hold it, hold it… 

Ah! She couldn’t hold it! 

With a horrific, earthquaking spasm from within her bladder, Nova cupped herself tightly, but to no avail. A strangled, aching jet of pee burst past all her clenching, warming her underwear before starting to trickle down her leg. No, no, no… She was losing it, she was losing it, ah— 

The unmistakable heated dampness sent a ripple of shock and need through her body that was powerful enough to squeeze out another spurt. Ohhh— 

She came to a sudden, dead stop, thankful that she was at the very back of the group. She had to… Just… Get a little out. A little bit, so that she could keep walking. How— She reached beneath her skirt, tugged her panties over a bit so that they were hopefully out of the way and her pee would just flow through part of one of the leg holes. Fighting a horrified, pained groan, she spread her feet just a little and allowed her muscles to partially relax. 

Hsss…. 

Pee dribbled into the dirt below her. 

‘Oh my God…’ Nova thought. ‘What am I doing?’ She couldn’t help herself as she let her pee slowly trickle downwards, she didn’t feel her underwear heating, so she knew she was missing them now, her legs remained dry… She fought as hard as she could for control, straining to withhold the immense flood with all her strength. She continued to let go of the tiny gushes and trickles that wanted so badly to turn into the spray she was struggling to hold onto. She bit back an intense noise as a more ferocious stream escaped and splashed the dirt between her legs. 
Drip, drop, drip, drop… Down, down into the dirt. 

She was peeing— She was having an accident— But at least none of it was ending up on her or her clothes. Her underwear was dry, her skin was was devoid of urine. No one would be able to tell. There was a tiny sensation of relief as some of the pressure dissipated from her body, and she nearly moaned. Hesitantly, she relaxed further. If she could get enough out, just a little more, then she could make it to the rest area without exploding for sure… 

The torrent that gushed from her during the next half-second was well beyond ‘just a little more’. With the slow easing of her holding muscles, her bladder burst with a loud hiss, startling her as now she WAS getting her underwear a little damp again. Too much, she was going too much— Ahhhh, but it felt so good, though! It felt so, so— 

Shelby looked back over her shoulder, “Nova?” she called. “Keep up! Don’t want you to get lost!” 

It was the threat of total and complete public humiliation that made Nova find the strength to stop peeing. She clamped her muscles down hard, the flow ceasing immediately as she crossed her legs and clutched herself with both hands as hard as she could. It was Hell to stop in the middle like that— And the memory of stopping herself midstream the day Shelby had taught her how to stand came flooding back to her. It had hurt a lot that day, but today it was TORTURE. She was still dying to pee, still needed to let it out so, so badly, still so beyond full… 

Shelby, whom Nova now saw had a hand wedged between her thighs, stumbled back towards her. “Come on…” she said, helping her along. “I know… You need to go real bad. So do I. Just hold on.” 

If she noticed the little puddle beneath where Nova was standing, Shelby didn’t say anything. They caught back up to the group, and Nova now saw how bad off Emmett was as well. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, but she could tell he’d only done that in order to discreetly grab at his crotch through the material. “H—How much further…?” he asked. 

Nova knew he was asking her, because she was usually the one to save him or keep him calm when something was upsetting him, but she didn’t know how close they were to a rest area either, and she was having a hard time looking at him after what she’d just done… She’d just… Deliberately… Let herself pee on the ground where anyone could see. And without even pulling her panties down first, just tugging them to the side and hoping for the best… She felt clammy dampness between her thighs, and was disgusted with herself. 

“I… I don’t know,” Nova told him. “Hopefully really close.” 

Emmett was looking at her now with those big, watery eyes that always made her heart melt, made her want to wrap him up in a blanket and cuddle him forever… “I… Um… I really…” 

“It’s alright…” Nova tried to assure. But, how could she tell him that after what her own desperation had just driven HER to do?! 

Half an hour of pained, urgent walking later, they arrived at a rest stop. And Nova and Shelby discovered one of the bad things about walking BEHIND everyone else; It meant they ended up being last in line for the toilets they needed so much. And, since everybody ahead of them was just as desperate as they were, that meant they were in for a longer wait. 

“I hate this…” Shelby mumbled to herself as she jumped in place. “I hate this, I hate this…” There was a really long line for the guys’ bathroom too this time, but it was moving much more quickly. She saw her brother at the end of it, crossing his legs and doubling over. She was actually pretty shocked to see him there, she had no doubt the toilets here were absolutely revolting. She’d expected him to insist he could hold it until they left tomorrow, or choose some other ridiculous decision that only Emmett would make. But, apparently he was actually going to pee here. 

If Shelby didn’t have to piss so bad, maybe she’d go over and congratulate him for being rational for once in his life… 

Whatever. She’d give him a gold star later, or something. 

Nova stood behind Shelby, she lowered her voice to a whisper. “I… I don’t think I can make it…” 

“You can,” Shelby said. “You’re strong… You’re… Nnnh,” she grumbled out. “I gotta go sooo bad…” 

The line crawled forward, as each girl ahead of them was carrying a bladder full enough to need at least forty-five whole seconds to empty out all the way. Nova was surprised no one had had an accident. Once she was close enough to hear the toilets flushing, she folded over almost in half and moaned as loud as she could. She couldn’t hold it, she couldn’t hold it, she couldn’t… 

Ahhh, she was surrounded by trees! She could pee on them so easily! But, someone would SEE, and they’d think she was weird, they’d think she was a freak, they’d— 

Finally, she and Shelby were next in line. Please, please, just a few more seconds… And, Nova discovered one cause of the problem was the fact that there were only three stalls in here. When two of them opened up, breathless girls departing from them to wash their hands, Nova and Shelby rushed for them frantically. 

Shelby fumbled her zipper down, a squirt of pee escaping her immediately. She should just stand, go through the zipper, there wasn’t time to— 

She could hear the girls at the sink talking, voices she recognized from several of her classes. She heard the third stall open as one girl came out and another rushed in. 

She had to sit. 

She yanked her pants down as fast as possible and collapsed onto the toilet, breathing heavily as she gave up fighting and let go. Pee gushed into the bowl as she unleashed a spectacular flood. 

In the other stall, Nova yanked down her underwear and sat on the bowl, instantly unleashing a deluge that left her trembling. “Haaahhhh….” Her grunts of pain turned into moans of immense relief. She peed and peed until the heavy, rough swell in her middle drained out and her stomach became flat once more. 

She stood, flushed and left the stall. 

A few minutes later, Emmett rushed up to her when he saw her leave the restroom. “Nova, Nova!” he cried out in an urgent, hissing whisper. 

Nova looked him over, and it was obvious that his bladder was still full… “Emmett, are you—“ 
“The bathroom here is… I can’t go in it, I just can’t. I’m sorry, I—“ 

Nova put a hand up to stop him. “It’s… Okay. You do need to face your fears, th—“ 

“Can I please not face them when I’m already about to wet myself?” Emmett interrupted. 

“Alright, not today… But, you need to go…” 

“Yes,” Emmett nodded frantically. “Gonna…” he lowered his voice until it was even softer than before. “Gonna use a tree… Stand guard for me? Please? Y—You can even watch!” 

Nova blushed hard. She… Would NOT object to seeing him make that cute face again… “O—Of course, Emmett… It’s okay…” 

So, Nova took Emmett behind several trees, away from the view of any of their classmates or teachers. She watched as he hurried to unzip and immediately let his stream flow against a tree, so easily… 

Nova COULD have peed on this tree, too. She could have done that rather than wait in that long line and nearly have an accident. 

She could have, if only she hadn’t been so scared of someone noticing… Someone judging… 

“Haaahhhh…” Emmett breathed out, breaking her from her thoughts. “Th—Thank you…” 

Nova’s face reddened at the sweet smile on his lips, at the way his chest heaved up and down while all that tension left him… She wanted to HUG him from behind while he continued on looking so ridiculously lovable, but she didn’t think he’d like to be touched while he relieved himself. 

Soon, the class was back on the main trail again. 

And a few painful hours later, Nova realized that when her teachers had said there would be ‘a few’ rest stops along the trail, they should have said ‘one at the halfway point, and one at the end near the campsite.’ And of course, this correction wasn’t made until she really and several of her classmates REALLY had to pee again.

Her bladder was already exhausted and irritated after what had happened earlier in the day, another to-the-limit hold so soon was the LAST thing it wanted right now. But, it was clear as could be that that WAS what it would be getting, anyway. Her breaths came in choppy, panicked gasps as alarm grew in her chest; she’d only BARELY made it to the half-way point and, in order to accomplish that, she’d had to… To pause for a bit and let quite a bit out into the dirt. She’d gotten lucky that time, no one had noticed what she was doing as she froze at the end of the line and hesitantly allowed her bladder to trickle. She was doubtful she could get that lucky two times in one day. No matter how bad her urge got, she couldn’t allow herself to act on such animalistic instincts again, couldn’t risk letting herself get caught doing it. 

So, when she learned she wouldn’t be seeing a toilet until they made it to the campsite, horror grew within her as she realized she was going to have to hold her exhausted, worn out and tired bladder for several more hours, without so much as a brief respite. 

Nova didn’t know if she could do that… 

Her friends— and the people ahead of them in the group— didn’t seem to be fairing that much better. Nova saw quite a few of her classmates pause and bend over slightly, a few of the guys would palm at the crotch of their pants. Some of the girls had a bounce in their steps that hadn’t been there before. 

“You heard what they said at the start too, right?” Shelby asked, irritated as she tugged nervously at the waistband of her pants. “They said there would be a FEW rest-stops, right? I didn’t imagine that?” 

“Th—They definitely did say there would be multiple,” Nova agreed. That was why she’d stupidly allowed herself to drink so much. That and the sort of graphic warnings about dehydration she’d listened to before they began to walk. Now, she thought she might have preferred passing out after not drinking enough water. Anything had to be better than what she was feeling now. 

Emmett didn’t seem any better off than she was, which both surprised and interested her. She’d seen him pee a whole lot at their last rest-stop, was he that full again? Or was his bladder just sore, like her own was? “I think the worst part is how there’s tree everywhere…” he said. “If I wasn’t worried about getting lost with everyone else still walking, I’d…” he blushed hard. 

“I would, too,” Shelby said. “I feel like I could flood one of them so much right now that it wouldn’t need water for another year.” 

Emmett flinched, “Shelby…” 

Nova bit her tongue. She’d been about to agree with them and say how much SHE wouldn’t mind peeing on a tree, but it really looked like Emmett didn’t want to hear her say that. “I… Uh… Shouldn’t have drank so much water. It was too much…” she said instead. 

*** 

It took a very long time for them to finally reach the top of the trail. The sky had begun to turn orange with the setting sun, and it would have been a very nice view if Nova had actually been able to focus on it. She couldn’t though. All she could focus on was the unfathomably pressure in her bladder and the revolting shame in her chest every time she felt her underwear squish between her thighs. 

Yes, she hadn’t been able to make it to the finish line without another huge leak. And, this time she’d been so scared of being caught that she hadn’t parted her legs and moved her panties out of the way like she’d done the first time. Instead, she’d just forced herself to keep walking as little gushes of pee forced their ways past her trembling holding muscles and warmed her clothing. She was eventually able to stop it, but the clammy feeling down below told her that she’d lost control for way longer than was acceptable. 

‘You’re probably not the only one that peed in their clothes a little,’ Nova told herself. ‘Everybody else is holding it too. I bet lots of them leaked.’ She looked at the back of Shelby’s pants and saw just a small dark spot, confirming that her friend must have had a momentary lapse in control at some point too. She was about to look at Emmett’s crotch and see if he’d gotten wet at all, but stopped when she finally saw the rest-area she’d been dying for. 

Yet again, she and Shelby had the bad luck of getting stuck almost at the very end of the line. 

“Ughhh, come on!” Shelby complained. “I’ve been holding it forever!” 

Nova bounced beside her, and kept looking at all the trees. Ohhh, if only she wasn’t so scared! She just wanted to use one! She’d feel so much better! 

But, someone could see… If one of the meaner girls in her class saw her do that, she’d never hear the end of it. If a teacher saw, she’d probably be in lots of trouble. If Emmett saw her do it… 

Where was Emmett, anyway? 

She looked up and down the line for the men’s room— Which she KNEW he really had to use— but didn’t see him. She looked around some more, and spotted him anxiously leaning against a tree with his legs crossed as he bounced up and down. 

‘Probably figures this bathroom’s as gross as the last one was…’ Nova figured. ‘Doesn’t wanna use it.’ She bent at the knees and put her hands between her legs again, grimacing at the damp feeling of her underwear. She flinched more when she felt new warmth seeping into them. 

She hadn’t even felt that leak coming.

‘I’m not gonna make it…’ Nova thought miserably. ‘No. No. You will! Be strong. Be strong. Be strong…’ She looked back towards Emmett. ‘And, he’s probably waiting for you to use the toilet so he can ask you to keep watch again. So, you CAN’T pee yourself, he needs your help still.’ 
Nova gritted her teeth hard, tensed all her muscles and, to her dismay, another pulse of pee pumped its way right out of her anyway. ‘Ahhh… No. I can’t… YOU CAN. YOU CAN HOLD IT. JUST HOLD IT. JUST—‘ Nova noticed Emmett suddenly go very pale. A dark patch bloomed over his crotch. A flash of panic went across his face as he grabbed himself. 

‘Gah, now you’re both gonna pee yourselves,’ Nova thought. Without really thinking about it, Nova stepped out of the line. 

“Wh—What are you doing?” Shelby asked. Against her own will, she looked down, expecting to see pee gushing between her friend’s legs as she lost control of her bladder. 

“Y—Your brother won’t use the toilets here,” Nova said. “Gonna go keep watch while he uses a tree.” 

Shelby sighed at that news. She wasn’t going to be giving him a gold star anymore. “But, you—“ 

“There’s no way I’m gonna make it through the line,” Nova said. “At least this way, only one of us is gonna wet themselves.” She stumbled over to where Emmett was waiting. “I—If you need me to keep watch agai—“ 

“Don’t you still need to—“ 

“It’s fine,” Nova promised. “Come on, let’s find you a good spot.” 

It only took about a minute to find a brush-filled area far enough away from everyone else for Emmett to relieve himself undisturbed. “Th—Thank you…” he said. “I just… I can’t use the toilets here. I’m sorry.” 

“I—It’s fine…” Nova assured. She was still crossing her legs, still holding herself. Still TRYING to keep her pee inside her body even though she’d just said a few minutes ago that she knew it was a lost cause. She’d admitted defeat already, accepted that an accident was inevitable, but still couldn’t stop putting forth the effort to prevent it. “H—Hey, you’re going on a trip where you’re gonna sleep in a tent, on the ground, with nowhere to shower before bed. That’s a big enough step. Y—You don’t need to try to do ev—everything at once.” 

Emmett smiled at her. “Thanks…” he repeated. He unzipped, his stream coming out right away, along with one of his usual, cute sighs. 

Even with her bladder begging her not to, screaming at her that this was the last thing she should do when she needed to pee so badly, Nova watched as Emmett’s urine spattered against the bark of a tree. She watched his shoulders collapse and his back shake with relief. 

He looked so adorable that way… It made her want to nuzzle him. It made her want to hug him so tight. It made her want to… 

It made her want to PEE. 

It made her want to PEE so bad! 

Another jet of pee sprang from her bladder. Then another. And another. And another. And she couldn’t hold it. She couldn’t! And it was unfair, because SHE could use a tree just as well as he could, and there were trees everywhere, and she couldn’t HOLD it, and— 

“Ah— I— Emmett, don’t look at me!” Nova whimpered out. She tugged her underwear down, let them fall around her ankles, she was about to crouch, but she was already going so much. It was beading down her legs, and she didn’t have time to try to squat, to find a way to position herself that wouldn’t get her wetter. She was already IN a position that could accomplish that if she would just— 

“Don’t look, don’t look!” Nova repeated frantically, as she placed her hands and pulled up on her labia, her pee now arced forwards just like Emmett’s was, spattering against the tree and landing next to where his own stream was falling. 

Emmett didn’t look at Nova, but he couldn’t help but look at the second jet of urine. “O… Oh…” he said after a moment, dimly. Somehow, seeing a second girl do this was less shocking than the first had been. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it, I’m sorry!” Nova kept repeating. She was so… So… She didn’t even know how to finish the thought. So sorry? So embarrassed? So ashamed? So fucking relieved that she could barely think? 

“Did… Did Shelby teach you that?” Emmett asked. He was still facing ahead, not daring to look over AT Nova after she’d specifically begged him not to do it. 

“Yeah…” Nova said. “I don’t know— I saw she could do it, and I got curious, and— I’m sorry…” 

“It’s… Okay,” Emmett said. “You just… Couldn’t wait anymore… N—Not the first time we’ve peed together, either…” 

“But, that time I wasn’t—“ 

“For some reason this isn’t as weird as when Shelby does it,” Emmett said. “I think when that happens I’m more freaked about because— you know— she’s my sister, and everything.” 

So, that WAS the bigger concern he had? Not JUST that a girl was peeing like a boy, but that said girl was his sister? 

Nova felt much better, so much better that she was more able to ENJOY releasing her full bladder now. “Ahhh…” She was still surprised by how much she’d lost control of herself there, breaking down and peeing, standing up, in front of the person she was MOST scared of doing that in front of. But, it looked like everything was going to work out just fine after all. He wasn’t upset with her, or repulsed, or uncomfortable. In fact, he still looked REALLY comfortable. He still had that sweet, little smile on his face he always got when he peed, the one that made him look so happy and at ease. Even with her right there and doing something that both of them knew was really strange. 

Emmett finished first and zipped up, then he turned away. Nova was grateful he wasn’t watching. Even if this wasn’t bothering him to the extent she’d feared it would, she didn’t want him to look. When her pee wound down, she pushed down extra hard, and for the first time didn’t have the last little bit of it go down her leg. 

Not that it made too much of a difference. Her panties were damp anyway from all the leaking. She wanted to change them… “O—Okay, you can turn around now,” she said. 

Emmett did. “I’m sorry,” he said. 

“Why are YOU sorry?” 

“Because I’m sure that was really embarrassing,” Emmett tried to explain. “And, I know you wouldn’t have done that if you could help it, so your bladder must have been hurting, and—“ 

“I’M sorry,” Nova repeated. “That was… I shouldn’t have done that in front of you. It freaked you out.” 

“It’s… Alright, I mean, I’m not going to pretend I don’t think it’s weird,” Emmett said. “For whatever reason it’s LESS weird the second time around, though. And, since you’re not related to me, and didn’t try to talk to me the whole time like Shelby does, it wasn’t SO awkward, and… I mean, I guess now if we get married, at least we won’t ever have to argue about putting the seat back down?” 

Nova laughed, “Heh, yeah. That’s true.” 

“But, wow… I don’t think Shelby’s even ever done that when our classmates are nearby,” Emmett said. 

“I don’t think she has,” Nova agreed. “She’s probably too nervous to do that. I know I am… I’m glad you’re the only one that saw… And that you didn’t get mad about it.” 

“Heh, I won’t get mad over this,” Emmett promised. “Don’t worry.”

[TheSecretOmoAccount 33]

(This one's a lot more sexually explicit.)

***

Emmett had meant what he’d said, he wasn’t angry or upset about Nova’s unusual interest in peeing. If she wanted to pee like a boy, that was fine, it was her body and she could do what she wanted with it so long as it wasn’t harmful, and he had no reason to think that just standing up to pee could somehow hurt her. 

It was also less strange seeing a SECOND girl pee like a guy, having seen Shelby do it so many times, the initial shock factor of it was pretty much gone. It was apparently just a thing some girls COULD do and some girls couldn’t, or maybe… Just didn’t know HOW to? 

It was still a LITTLE weird to him, but he was starting to get more used to it. 

He also didn’t mind that Nova apparently thought he looked cute while peeing, or while desperate to pee. Though, that was something he couldn’t understand at all. He could at least see WHY a person would want to pee standing up— It was faster, could be done more discreetly, was much easier to do when one was somewhere without actual bathrooms… Shelby had said it was just ‘convenient’ or ‘fun’ lots of times. 

But, just watching someone else hold their bladder and then finally relieve themselves? He still couldn’t grasp the appeal of it. Nova had explained it to him a few times— Apparently, the faces he made while peeing were cute and that was a big part of it for her— but he still didn’t think he really ‘got’ it. 

He’d decided to do some research online one night, and learned that there were actually lots of other people who enjoyed seeing someone endure a full bladder or watching them pee. So, Nova’s interest wasn’t AS bizarre as he’d thought, if a bunch of people shared it. 

The things he read online referred to it as a kink or fetish, and Emmett had suspected that it was something like that. A part of him actually felt a little warm and tingly at the thought that he could turn her on with something so incredibly simple— It’s not like he ever had to WORK to make his bladder fill up, it did that perfectly fine on its own. 

He read further, and found that there were lots of things people with pee kinks enjoyed doing… Some of which Emmett couldn’t see himself ever doing. He had no issue with letting her watch him pee— Maybe he’d even… Maybe he’d even consider holding it for her for a little while— Just not TOO long! But, some people liked to wet themselves on purpose, or have someone go ON them, or drink it… Emmett didn’t know a whole lot about kinks, but he was pretty sure the term for what those last few things were to him was ‘hard limit’, or something like that. He was ninety-nine percent sure he wouldn’t ever want to try them. 

He wondered if he should talk to Nova about this a little more, find out where exactly her interests laid, discuss boundaries for if they ever decided to… Explore this at all. None of the activities he’d read about really ‘did’ anything for him, he didn’t feel himself getting turned on by any of it, but a lot of it didn’t repulse him or really freak him out, either. He’d be willing to try something, even if he doubted he’d get that much out of it. 

He went to bed eventually, and after battling his restless insomnia for an hour, he finally fell asleep. When he woke, he was quite anxious— He’d just had one of the weirdest dreams of his life!

It had started out normal enough, he’d just been lost in a huge shopping mall and trying very desperately to find a restroom— The sort of dream he pretty much ALWAYS had if his bladder was trying to wake him up. But, then it got strange when Nova showed up and very quickly found him a toilet. She’d stayed to watch, which he said was okay, but then his dream-self did something he didn’t think his real-self would EVER do— Asked her to AIM for him. 

She’d obliged, very enthusiastically, and he’d emptied his bladder as she’d stroked his dick. After he’d finished peeing, she’d continued to pump his cock until he came. He’d had PLENTY of very enjoyable dreams involving her touching him and bringing him to orgasm, but NEVER one like that. 

What had that dream MEANT? 

Did it HAVE to mean anything at all? 

It was probably just because of the stuff he’d been reading before bed, right? Nothing deeper than that… 

As he continued to think about it, Emmett’s hand went between his legs and he cringed when he felt dampness there. His heart skipped a beat— He’d peed in his dream, hadn’t he? He hadn’t wet the bed EVER, why would it— 

When he pulled the sheet down, he realized that the fluid coating the crotch of his pajama pants definitely WASN’T urine. He grimaced. ‘Come on… Not again…’ He stood from his bed and got some new clothes to change into, then entered the restroom. 

When he saw the toilet, he had to cross his legs. His morning pee really wanted out… Ordinarily, he would just take care of it now, but something about his dream was making him hesitant about letting go of everything he was holding. He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to keep containing it, but he needed to figure it out quickly; If he didn’t get rid of the urine soon it was probably going to spray out regardless of what he wanted. 

‘Am I saving it for some reason?’ he wondered to himself, starting to walk in place as he continued to mull it over. ‘Am I saving it for Nova?’ Emmett didn’t want to admit it, but he knew that had to be the truth. ‘What? Like, hold it until you get to school so she can see you squirming? You probably won’t even make it all the way there in time— And if you do, you’ll have to use the grody toilets, and it’s not like she can follow you into the men’s room to watch…’ 

‘Wait, now it’s sounding like I really… Like I just WANT her to watch. I guess I could…’ Emmett sighed. He wished he’d never had that dream, now everything was confusing and he was having weird ideas. ‘It… It will make her happy,’ he thought, telling himself that was the ONLY reason he was considering going through with his new idea. 

He got changed, cracked open the door to the restroom, and went back to his bedroom. His phone was on the nightstand. He grabbed it before returning to the restroom he’d just left. ‘Do I… Really want to do this?’ he kept asking himself. ‘It’s— It’s just gonna stay between us. Nobody has to know about it…’ His eyes kept drawing back towards the toilet— After not peeing all night, he really DID have to go. Not much time left to make a decision before his body made it for him. 

‘Nova always says your FACE is cute when you do this, so you don’t have to record any… Nudity, I don’t think.’ Emmett wouldn’t be comfortable having a video showing his genitals saved to his phone. ‘Just your face, and the sound…’ Emmett lifted the lid and seat on the toilet, unzipped himself, then opened the camera app on the phone. He rested it on the counter so that it was pointed towards him and had a clear view of his face— flushed red with a major blush. ‘I’m ACTUALLY doing this!?’ 

A dribble of pee fell into the toilet without permission— Now that he was in the position to let go, his bladder was beyond fed-up with all the waiting he continued to do. ‘Just— Just record it for now. Don’t have to send it if you change your mind.’ He hit the button and the phone started to film him. “Uh—Um— Hey, Nova… Good morning. Or afternoon. Or— Whenever I decide to send this to you. Just— Uh— Just wanted to say that… I promise I don’t think… I don’t think any of that stuff we talked about on the field trip was weird, or… I don’t mind it at all— I’m just getting used to it, and it’s okay, so don’t worry, I—“ 

There was a pinching feeling around his bladder, and his stream started to hiss forcefully into the bowl. “Haaahhhh…” he sighed, eyelids fluttering. “S—Sorry, I’ve… Uh… I’ve been needing to do this all morning, I— I couldn’t wait anymore, sorry… Ahhhh…” A small smile spread across his face as his breathing grew more even and slow. “That’s— Uh— That’s better…” 

After he’d finished peeing and stopped the recording, he stood there for a minute in indecision. He played the video back to himself. ‘Oh, my face is so red…’ he thought. It felt incredibly strange to be watching himself pee. ‘Hey, Shelby’s right— I DO kinda shiver a lot when I go, what’s up with that?’ He supposed the video wasn’t BAD, Nova probably WOULD like it.

He slowly tapped the screen on his phone a few more times, and found himself checking over and over again that he’d selected the correct contact from the list before sending the video. He put the phone away. And immediately took it back out to check for a response. ‘Give her some time to WATCH it, at least,’ he scolded himself. He pushed open the door to the restroom and found Shelby standing there impatiently. 

“Other people have to piss too, you know?” Shelby told him. 

“S—Sorry, I was— I had to go bad, so it took—“ 

“Well, I STILL have to go bad,” Shelby said, scrambling into the bathroom after he’d left. 

Emmett heard her stream starting to hiss into the toilet and was about to walk off when she started to talk again; “Ahhh— By the way, why the HELL were you talking to Nova on the phone while you were PISSING?” 

Emmett froze. “Wha—What?” 

“I heard you in here,” Shelby said. “Something about how you ‘don’t mind’ whatever it is she told you during the field trip? And then your bladder, like, exploded and I guess you started apologizing because you were making her listen to you piss?” 

Emmett was immensely grateful to himself for keeping the ‘stuff’ he and Nova had discussed on the trip so vague. He realized now how horribly risky it had been to say anything at all— This piss thing was Nova’s secret, not HIS. She’d probably be really upset if Shelby found out about it. 

“Um, well,” Emmett said. “I… She called when I was right about to go, and I didn’t want to—“ 

“Alright, I guess,” Shelby said, leaving the restroom. “Still kinda weird, though.” 

*** 

Nova woke to the buzzing of her phone. She rolled over to look at the clock, realizing she still had ten minutes before she’d have to get up for school. She was about to roll back over when she noticed who the text had come from. 

She sat up and opened the message, surprised to see a video file. She plugged her earbuds into the phone and started to watch it. Her heart fluttered as she listened to him nervously stumble over his words, assuring her that he was alright with her interests even if he didn’t quite understand them. She was so happy that he was being open-minded about it, that he hadn’t written it all off as disgusting or weird. He really hadn’t needed to send a whole video explaining that, he’d done a fine job of reassuring her during their trip and— 

Suddenly, the only thing Nova could hear was a super loud hissing spray, and in the video Emmett’s facial muscles started to go very, very slack while he moaned.“Haaahhhh…” Her eyes widened and were now utterly glued to her phone screen. 

He was… He was so adorable! She felt her cheeks heating up— Felt her entire body heating up— as she listened to him apologize about how he just couldn’t hold his bladder any longer, that he’d been holding it all morning, that he felt all better now… She wanted to be there with him, watching him gush, maybe even holding his shoulders a little as he let it go. 

Heat and tingles coursed through her lower half— It wasn’t even just the video that was getting her so excited, it was the idea that he’d actually MADE this for her— He’d made something special, tailored specifically for HER because he’d known how much she’d enjoy it. 

‘Wow, he had to GO…’ Nova thought when more time passed as she saw he was still peeing. ‘Poor thing, no wonder he looks so comfy now.’ She got back under the covers, a hand creeping beneath the sheet. She hesitated. She had touched herself before several times, often while thinking about Emmett, and a few times her mind had wandered to how Emmett looked while he peed— More than once, that image had been the thing to bring her to orgasm. 

Would he mind if she did it to an actual video of him, though? ‘Why would he?’ she asked herself. ‘That’s WHY he sent it, isn’t it? He wants you to enjoy it.’ A hand slipped into her panties, as the other worked to rewind the video a bit— Stopping at the moment where Emmett’s bladder broke apart and began to erupt. His expression underwent an immediate transformation from flushed, tense nervousness to relaxed, blissed-out ecstasy as his pee forcefully blasted out.

A finger rubbed cautiously against the edges of her vagina, slipping inside and becoming wet. The new jolts of pleasure made her legs tremble. “Nnnh…” she grunted, blushing and moving her hand slightly to locate a small, swollen nub. She rubbed tiny circles around it, a pressure building up inside her. She was getting so hot, so worked up, and Emmett hadn’t even needed to take off his clothes or actually show his dick to create the best possible video for her. 

Sensing herself getting close, she started to caress herself faster and harder, her fingertips grinding atop her clitoris so fiercely that she thought she’d burst. Every time Emmett’s stream hissed, she’d go faster and faster and fast— 

The door to her room cracked open, “Nova?” her Dad said loudly into the dark. “Time to get up for school.” 

Nova laid there, frozen in bed. The arousal she’d been flooded with very quickly faded away, the orgasm she’d been at the edge of failing to materialize as she panicked and hit the button to turn her phone’s screen off. It was dark in her room, the blackout curtains keeping out the morning sun, and her hand was blocked by the heavy comforter on her bed. Still, she felt like her Dad had XRAY vision and could tell exactly where it was, could see the sweaty, flushed look on her face, knew PRECISELY what she’d been up to before he’d opened the door. 

Somehow, she thought, he’d even figured out WHAT she’d been watching that had gotten her in such a state. 

“Y—Yes, Dad!” she said. She turned on the lamp, but didn’t move to get up yet, worried she’d gotten the sheets damp enough to be noticeable. She waited for him to leave, then got out of bed. ‘Well, that sucked,’ she thought. ‘I was so freaking close. Why didn’t I lock the door? Emmett just made me go crazy!’ She paused. ‘And… HE’S probably going crazy right now waiting for you to respond to that video.’ 

She opened her phone again and tried to think of the proper reply. She didn’t want to come on too strongly, so ‘That was the cutest, hottest thing I’ve ever seen, please send more like that!’ wouldn’t be the best choice. She knew he didn’t like to be teased and would likely take it the wrong way if she said ‘Oh wow, you really needed to pee! Make sure you go before recording a message next time!’

She spent way too long trying to decide on what to say, by the time she started actually typing her Dad was checking on her again. “Nova,” he said, voice more firm than before. “Get dressed. You’re going to be late.” 

Nova sighed, picked out some clothes and went into the restroom. She took off her night-gown and changed, before taking several minutes to type out; “Thank you so much for this video. You look very cute here. I’m glad you are getting used to the things I like, that means a lot. And I’m happy you felt comfortable enough to record yourself doing that and send it to me.” 

Finally, a thudding in her bladder reminded her that she’d been so fascinated by Emmett peeing that she’d neglected to do it herself yet today. The organ was stretched and more than a little uncomfortable after not being emptied all night. She turned to the toilet and pulled down her panties. She tucked her hands beneath her skirt and positioned them, telling her body to relax. 

Her stream sprayed out in a nice arc, hissing loudly into the bowl and causing the water to ripple and bubble. Somehow, it was not until she’d actually STARTED to pee that she realized how much she’d been needing to do so. There was such an amazing, pleasant sensation of ‘shrinking’ taking place inside her abdomen now, pressure slowly dwindling and making her feel a lot more relaxed. “Ahhh…” 

There was a knocking on the door, and her Mother’s voice telling her that the bus was nearly there. Nova jumped and lost control of her stream, some of it spattering the floor between her feet before she was able to clench off her flow. Her bladder, angered at having its release cut short, pumped out a protesting spurt to roll down one of her legs. “J—Just a minute!” Nova called, panicked. She hurriedly grabbed a wad of toilet paper and knelt down to clean the small puddle off of the ground. Her still upset, still full bladder protested against the painful position, and she ended up having to sit down all the way so one foot was tucked underneath her body and acting as a bit of a dam against her thundering need. 

“Hurry up,” her Mom said. “Your Father and I can’t drive you today.” 

Nova grimaced, dabbing away the last of the spill. The floor was clean and dry again, but her bladder was brimming and she just HAD to let it finish draining before she left— This was the kind of day where she really wished she’d gotten her license already. She tossed the toilet paper into the toilet. “Just a minute!” she repeated. “I still need to—“ 

“You can go at school,” her Mom interrupted. “Hurry.” 

Nova wanted to protest, stopping in the middle of a pee was agonizing! She felt like she had to go way worse than she’d needed to before she’d even let go of anything! It felt like some of her urine was already out of her bladder, barely being retained in that tiny space between it and her opening. When she walked the few steps to the sink, a little dribble went down her leg. She couldn’t get on the bus like this! “I— I can’t,” she said. “It’s an emergency.” 

“It’s a really short ride,” Mom said. “I’m very sorry, but you NEED to leave now.” 

Nova flinched and made herself exit the restroom, ignoring the confused, rage-filled screams from inside her body. She trudged to the bus stop outside her house on shaking legs, taking careful steps as she struggled not to let the over-full cup within her abdomen tilt and spill all over her. Frustration built when she realized that TWO forms of release had been interrupted for her this morning. She hadn’t been able to climax watching Emmett’s video, and she hadn’t be able to completely empty her bladder. How was THAT fair? She should have at least been allowed to finish one of them!

There were bushes in front of her house. Dad always forgot to water them, so they looked a little brown. Nova could help them out right now. She’d peed on bushes before, no big deal. If one of her parents saw her ‘use’ them out the window, that would be really hard to explain though. She bounced and swayed indecisively. If she did it standing up, what were the odds they’d even GUESS that she was peeing? They had no idea that she could urinate that way. So, even if they saw the stream pouring out, they’d assume she was emptying a bottle, right?

Yeah, probably. She approached the bush, her back facing her house, and started to lower her underwear again, bladder trembling with anticipation. But, before she could get in the right position, the bus was coming around the corner. She knew there was no way she’d be able to start peeing and finish up before it reached the stop, so she forced herself to pull her panties back up and jiggled between her feet while the bus slowed in front of her. 

She got on, and the high steps she had to take to enter were brutal on her bladder. Lifting her legs so much caused it to stretch out, her skin pulling so tight that it hurt. She even considered asking the driver if he could please, please wait out here for a minute while she ran back inside and peed— She didn’t think she could make it to school! 

But, of course, she knew that wasn’t an option. The school bus had a very specific schedule, and there wasn’t anything she could do about that. She forced herself to walk down the aisle, her feet dragging now as the impact of taking REAL steps shook his bladder too much. She found Shelby and Emmett near the back and sat beside them. 

Shelby snorted at the sight of her, and Nova grew concerned that her desperation was obvious. She looked down, afraid that she’d started to clutch herself without realizing it. She hadn’t. “Wha—What?” she asked. 

“Pfft, when you called him this morning,” Shelby laughed. “He says he was, like, just about to piss and it was too late for him to go back to holding it.” 

“Y—You can’t stop it once you’ve told yourself to go!” Emmett stammered, red in the face. “It’s impossible!” 

Nova winced, she knew THAT a little too well this morning. But… “C—Called h—“ 

“Yeah,” Emmett said. “Earlier this morning. Remember? When I was… Um… Telling you I don’t mind that you told me how… How you’re scared of wasps during the field trip! And— And then I couldn’t hold it— I’m still REALLY sorry about that, it was so embarrassing.” 

“Ohhh,” Nova said. So, Shelby had heard him when he’d been filming the video, then. She was glad he hadn’t gotten TOO specific with anything he’d said. “Oh, right. That. Well, it’s okay. I’m sorry I called when you were trying to pee.” 

“That’s fine…” Emmett squeaked out. 

The bus started to move again, rocking Nova’s bladder and causing her to bite back against a pained groan. 

“B—By the way,” Emmett whispered to her. “There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about later.”

Nova nodded. She didn’t feel too nervous— He’d sent her that video, which was a very obvious indication that he still loved her and didn’t view her any differently now. She was curious, however. She tried to focus herself on that curiosity, rather than on the pain and fullness rippling in waves through her lower half. 

It worked for a bit, but not for long. The bumps in the road were agonizing, and she scissored her legs like crazy every time they went over one. She kept looking out the window, trying to remind herself that this wasn’t a long drive and she’d be able to go very soon. Her bladder surged and shrieked that it wasn’t going to be soon enough. 

“Nnnnh, I need to freaking PISS,” Shelby muttered suddenly. 

“You just went,” Emmett told her. “Remember?” 

“Yeah, and then I had two glasses of water,” Shelby said. “I gotta go again.” 

“I need to go too,” Nova admitted. “I didn’t have time to before school because I was… Busy with something.” 

“Man, that sucks,” Shelby said. “Must be super uncomfortable now, huh?” 

“Yeah…” Nova agreed. ‘Super uncomfortable’ was one way to describe it. ‘About to be ripped in half by the sheer force of the boiling piss inside her’ was another, better way though. Now that the others knew she had to go, she allowed her hand to press itself between her fidgeting legs. 

“O—Oh,” Emmett said. “Well, we can wait until lunch to talk then, or… Or just… Whenever. If there’s still time before school after you’re… Done.” 

Nova watched him fidget and wondered if HE needed a pee right now too— Although, she’d seen how much he’d let out just an hour ago, it was hard to believe he could be full again. But, SOMETHING was obviously making him feel even more anxious than usual. He stumbled over his words and wriggled around a LOT, but never to this extent. 

“Yeah, whenever you wanna talk, it’s fine,” Nova said. “I’m definitely gonna need to use the restroom as soon as we’re there, though.” 

They made it to school, and Nova gingerly and very carefully got onto her feet. Still, the impact was vicious enough for her bladder to surge, and the cup she’d been carefully balancing for all this time tilted a little too far in one direction— A stream flowed forth and warmed her crotch, she dug her hands tightly against herself and bounced in place, begging for it to stop. After four seconds of serious relief being overpowered by utter horror, she managed to cut off the flow again. But her bladder kept cramping, squeezing in on itself as her muscles fought against her, desperate to spray out all of her pee. 

Her breaths came in short panicked gasps as she fought her way off the bus. She was on borrowed time now, and she knew it. She had to get to the closest toilet NOW, or else she was going to totally drench herself right here in front of the school. ‘Come on…’ she pleaded with herself. ‘You’re really close. Not much further.’ 

Her bladder didn’t seem to believe her, and she found herself involuntarily crouching a few steps from the front door, ankles crossed awkwardly, fighting for control. For a moment, she couldn’t do anything aside from scrunching up there and holding herself for dear life when another spurt erupted. 

Emmett was beside her, as was Shelby. “Are you alright?” Emmett asked her. 

Finally, the spasm faded and she was able to unwrap herself from the knot she’d tied herself up in. She forced her way through the door. “F—Fine,” she promised. “Just— Gah, I’m never skipping my morning pee again…” 

“Good,” Shelby said. “Now, come on, I gotta go too, remember?” 

Nova didn’t think it looked like Shelby had to go that much, but she wouldn’t mind the company anyway. The nearest women’s restroom was really close to the entrance, and Nova inched down the hallway towards it, mind filling with fantasies of finally letting go and being able to release every last drop from her bladder, at last being free from all the pressure. 

Enticed by her thoughts, her bladder squished down as hard as it could and before she knew it, she was doubling over again, her hands feeling warm as another drizzle escaped her. She was squeezing herself so tightly, but could still feel the pee forcing its way down. ‘Almost there, so close, don’t lose it now…’ she begged herself. 

“Come on,” Shelby said from beside her. “You can do it. We’re almost there.” And before Nova could say anything, Shelby was gripping her elbow and walking with her the last several feet. 

The restroom was crowded before school, but thank God most of the girls were just there to talk rather than pee. There were still stalls available, free to use. No more waiting. She dashed into one and locked it, jumping in place as she turned to face the toilet she needed so, so badly…

She was at school, so she should sit— In the stall next to hers she could see Shelby was pulling her pants down all the way and starting to sit, so Nova should as well and— Ahhh, she could hear streams flowing into some of the other toilets. And, unlike the hiss of Emmett’s spray this morning, the trickles in here didn’t excite Nova at all, just made her tense her thighs up and struggle to yank her underwear down fast enough, and— And it was coming out! Nonononono! No time left, it was happening! 

She just positioned her hands like she had earlier, and aimed her stream for the toilet. Urine gushed out of her body stronger than she’d ever seen before, and she let herself relax now that it was hitting the right target. “Ahhhhh…” 

But, she was standing to pee while at school, and lots of other girls were by the mirrors. She doubted if any of them were too interested in what anybody was doing in the toilet stalls, but it would only take ONE girl to notice and make a comment like “Um… Is she standing up?” for ALL of them to look and start wondering. What if that ended up happening, and then they started spreading rumors, and— 

God… Nova could hardly care enough to worry about that right now. It just felt… It felt so good to let go… All she wanted to focus on was the magnificent feelings of her release. She must have peed for minutes, relief pouring over her in waves. When she was finally done, she was a little afraid to move, in case there was actually MORE in there that she couldn’t feel. Finally, she was satisfied that she really WAS empty, so she pulled up her panties and left the stall. 

At the sinks, she was glancing at the other girls a little too much, searching for any sign that one of them had noticed— A furrowed brow, a confused look, staring… But, there was nothing. No one had been looking closely enough this time, and hopefully Nova would be able to take her morning pee at HOME from now on and there wouldn’t have to BE a ‘next time’. 

*** 

Feeling much, MUCH better, Nova found Emmett near the restrooms. “Hey,” she said. 

Emmett tucked his phone into his pocket, rubbed his hands overtop of his thighs anxiously. “Uh— H—Hi,” he said. “Feeling okay now?” 

“Yeah,” Nova said. “What did you want to talk to me about?” 

Emmett nervously looked around the hallway. “There’s… People here… Um, let’s go. Out back.” He started to walk towards the rear exit. Nova followed him curiously. 

Once outside, Emmett stayed quiet. A few times, he opened his mouth, started to say something, then closed it again. 

“Emmett, what’s the matter?” Nova asked him. “I DID really like the video this morning, if that’s what you’re worried about. It was very sweet, and I’m happy you sent it.” 

“That’s not…” Emmett ran a hand through his hair. “It’s… Okay, I wanted to— Dad and Shelby are gonna be— Right. Shelby, she’s doing some gaming tournament thing this weekend and Dad’s going with her.” 

“Okay…?” 

“So… I’m going to be— The only one at the house for a couple days, and… I thought… That… Since I’ll be alone, and… And stuff… If— You want to, like, watch me hold it, and then see me pee, right? That’s what you like? B—Because, I’m really okay with doing those things for you! B—But, I don’t wanna wet myself on purpose, o—or go on you, or have you go on me, or drink it, or—“ 

“Emmett, what are you talking about?” 

“I read some stuff last night, this… Thing. It’s like a kink, right? And, I read some of the stuff people with that kink like to do, and I’m okay doing some of them with you, but some of them I know I won’t like, and I was worried— You’d want someone who’d be willing to do ALL that stuff, and would be into it, and—“ 

“Emmett, calm down,” Nova said. “You don’t HAVE to do anything with this at all,” she promised him. 

“I… Want to,” Emmett said. “I want to do a little of it for you, just the parts I’m comfortable with though.” 

“And I’m happy that you are,” Nova said. “And, just for the record, I don’t think I like ALL of those things, either. I just like to see you get squirmy and I like to watch you go because it’s cute. That’s all.” 

“Oh…” Emmett said. 

“Now, what were you trying to say about this weekend?” 

“Just… That I’m going to be home alone, and so if you wanted to come over and… Try stuff, you know, privately…” 

Nova blushed. “O—Oh…” she said. She wanted to. Badly. But… She’d never… She lowered her voice, even though they were alone out there. “Do you think we’re, y’know, ready?” 

“I think so,” Emmett said. “I mean, I’ve done it before lots of times, after all. Well, not on purpose, but—“ 

“What? When? Who with? Wait— What do you mean ‘not on purpose’?” 

Emmett realized there had been a miscommunication and his face reddened. “I— I meant I’d… Like, drink a lot of water and then hold it as long as I can while you watch,” he said. 

“Ohhhh.” 

Silence fell. 

“But… The… Other thing. Um… Do YOU think we’re ready to do that?” 

Nova thought about it. She definitely WANTED her first time to be with him. She wanted to marry him one day, maybe have kids. She loved him. She thought about him all the time and it made her feel warm and safe. “Um… I…” 

“It’s a big step,” Emmett said. “And… Risks.” 

“I take birth control pills,” Nova said. “To help with cramps, but if we’re going to do that, it’s good I’m already taking them.” 

“I could also, you know, get… Stuff. Couldn’t hurt to use both, right?” Emmett said. “Ah, what if I do it wrong, though? What if I hurt you?” 

“I can just tell you if I want something to stop,” Nova said. “You’re good at listening. I… I trust you. You won’t make me do something I don’t want to. A—And I won’t make YOU do anything you don’t want to. If you’re not ready for this, that’s fine.” 

“I want to…” Emmett said. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I sort of had a dream about us… Doing stuff last night, actually.” 

“Oh…” 

“But, what if it changes everything?” Emmett asked. “Or— Or what if it changes NOTHING because it turns out I’m super boring in bed, or—“ 

“It will probably change stuff,” Nova said. “At least a little. But, I think it will change things in a GOOD way, right?” 

“I hope so…” Emmett said. “It’s— I’m excited and nervous at the same time. It feels weird.” 

“Me too,” Nova said. “For now, let’s just say that I’ll… I’ll come over on Saturday. And then whatever happens— Happens. We don’t have to promise we’ll do anything big.” 

Emmett exhaled. “R—Right, let’s just see how it goes.” 

*** 

Nova was anxious for the rest of the week, frightened she’d do something WRONG on Saturday and ruin everything. For as much as she’d tried to assuage Emmett’s worries, her own were just as strong. 

What if it DID change everything, and what if it changed everything in a BAD way?
When she wasn’t focusing on being stressed about the whole thing, she found herself fantasizing. She imagined herself and Emmett sitting on the couch on Saturday, watching TV alone. She’d be in a tank top and skirt, he’d be shirtless and wearing nothing but his boxers.

And they’d both be squirming, desperate for a pee… 

“Ohhh, I have to go so bad,” Nova would moan out. 

“Yeah, I’m about to burst,” Emmett would agree, putting the TV on mute and looking at her. “Feels like it’s about to all come rushing out before I can even stop it! We should both go NOW, shouldn’t we?” 

Nova would shake her head. “Oh, no.” Then she’d scoot closer to him, pushing their noses together as she gazed into his wide, frantic eyes— a mirror of her own. “I think we can hold it a little longer, can’t we?” 

After kissing his cheek, Nova would crawl into his lap ‘accidentally’ pressing her foot into his bladder and making him shudder with the need for relief. Emmett would get back at her, however, shoving a finger into her lower stomach. “Oooohh…” Nova would whimper while her urgency spiked, shimming her hips against him needfully. “I’m going to explode if you keep pressing there…” 

“Uh oh,” Emmett would say, cupping a hand over her bladder— Which would be so full that it was swollen, looking like a grapefruit trapped within her soft flesh. Then, he’d press down on her. “Wouldn’t want that to happen,” he’d tease. 

“Ahhhnnnn!” Nova would cry, ripples of urgency surging through her. “It’s gonna come out!” And then she’d give him a tight hug, one that would only succeed in squeezing the walls of his own overburdened bladder. 

“St—Stop!” Emmett would whine. “You’re gonna make me pee!” 

Nova would withdraw from him then, and stand up. She’d pull down her skirt, revealing her lower body and allowing him to gaze at her as she bounced in place, fighting to withstand the pressure of her full bladder. She’d let him place his hands onto her thighs, giving them a firm squeeze. Then, he’d let go of her so he could pull his boxers down and unveil his cock. 

Nova wasn’t exactly sure what Emmett’s dick looked like when it was hard— She’d so far only seen it flaccid— but in her fantasy she imagined it being impressively long, straining and twitching, both with desire for her and the need to release gallons of pent-up urine. He’d squirm and buck his hips from two kinds of desperation. 

With both of them bottomless, she would sit down in his lap again, so that his cock was nestled between her legs, taunting her entrance. Emmett would moan then, eager for more, he’d move his hips up and down to allow his cock to tease her further, and then he’d be inside of her, filling her up, making her bladder feel like it was being popped, and— 

“Ohhhh…” Nova murmured as the fantasy rolling inside her imagination came to a very abrupt stop. She returned to her present situation, laying in bed on Friday night, trying to sleep as the nerves about tomorrow pinged through her. Had she seriously just fantasized about them having their first time together while dying for a piss? 

And had that really turned her on even more than any other fantasy she’d ever had? 

She looked down, realizing she’d begun to rub away at herself as she’d been fantasizing. 

What would sex feel like? Would it feel like her hand did? Better? Worse? 

What would sex feel like if she was bursting for a pee the entire time? 

She tried to push the idea from her mind— Emmett probably wouldn’t want their first time to be like THAT at all. She needed to stop thinking about that! 

But, she couldn’t. 

And it was becoming a real problem since she was never going to get to sleep when she felt this turned on. 

Maybe he WOULD be willing to try it, though? He said he wouldn’t mind a FEW things… 

But, when she thought it over, she could only imagine one possible outcome if she asked him. 

“Okay, Emmett!” she’d start out, smiling broadly and lowering the sleeve of her shirt in a way she’d hope would look alluring. “I’m super excited to have sex today! By the way, I’d like it even better if we both really, really, really needed to pee the entire time! What do you think?” 

After that, there would be a very long, awkward silence. After which Emmett would shake his head and suggest that they try this again another day when Nova was in a better frame of mind. 

‘No,’ Nova scolded herself. ‘He SAID he’s okay with trying things for you. The worst he can say is “No, I don’t want our first time having sex to be while we’re desperate to pee.” He’s not going to shut you out just because you asked.’ 

Or at least, she hoped not. 

*** 

When Emmett answered the door for Nova the next day, he looked uncomfortable, rocking between his feet and blushing. 

She picked up on his nerves immediately, “If you’re not ready, just remember, we don’t HAVE to do it today.” 

Emmett shut the door behind her. “That’s not the main reason I’m…” he kept swaying. “Um… Remember, I said I’d be okay with… With holding it for you today?” he asked. “I sort of already got started…” 

Nova stared. “Oh…” Emmett was just such a fidgety person—always bouncing, jiggling or squirming something— that sometimes it wasn’t so easy to tell when he had to pee. He was restless even when his bladder was empty! “Heh… Well, you look cute, then.” 

“Th—Thank you…” Emmett said. “I had two glasses of water so far, drank them really fast. I think if I drink faster, it makes me need to go sooner, because I just went, like, an hour ago and I’m— I’ve gotta pee BAD right now. So, enjoy it. Not sure how long I’ll be able to keep it in, sorry. But, I mean, I can hold it a FEW times while we’re together if you want me to, so—“ 

“Calm down,” Nova said. “Just, try to relax.” 

“If I relax right now, I’ll burst,” Emmett informed, continuing to bounce up and down so fast he looked blurry. “A—And that’s another thing, actually. I’ve noticed that when I get super nervous, it makes me have to pee more. And I’m REALLY nervous right now.” 

“W—Well, I guess that means you have a really big, strong bladder, huh?” Nova asked awkwardly. “Because, with as often as you get nervous, I’m surprised you don’t have to use the toilet every half hour!”

“Eheh…” Emmett tapped his hands against his thighs. “Yeah… I guess so… I— Ah—“ he crouched down a little. “O—Okay, ready to watch me pee? I gotta do it NOW.” 

Nova blushed and followed after him when he rant to the bathroom without waiting for an answer. She found him already at the toilet, shifting around frantically as he lifted the seat up. He anxiously palmed his zipper, hips hitching. “Got a good view from there?” he asked. “I— Gah! It’s gonna come out…” 

Jeez… THAT sentence, why did it turn Nova on so much!? “Yeah, go ahead!” she said. “Poor thing, just relax!” 

Emmett yanked down his zipper and freed his cock. Nova stared at it for a beat. That thing was probably going to be inside of her at some point today. It was soft, but it was still… Big. Or at least, she THOUGHT it was big. She didn’t have any other ones to compare it to. What if it was TOO big? What if it hurt? Or… Or didn’t fit? Was that possible? 

Her thoughts were interrupted when a gush of urine sprayed from Emmett’s tip, loudly splashing into the water as he sighed out happily. “Ahhhhh….” 

Nova’s gaze flicked back up to his face. His precious, adorable, oh-so-relieved face. For the first times since she’d arrived, he actually looked content and comfortable. 

Peeing was one of the few times Emmett didn’t look anxious, and Nova relished those moments. 

Emmett finished up a minute later, sighing again. “Okay… Okay… Okay…” he panted out. “That’s better… Sorry, I wanted to hold it more for you, but I just—“ 

“It’s alright,” Nova told him. “Like you said, you can hold it more than once if you want.” 

Emmett exhaled another long breath, “Hahh, thank you…” he went to the sink and started to wash his hands. 

THIS was something Nova DIDN’T like to watch. She enjoyed watching him pee because it made him look relaxed and happy. She didn’t enjoy watching him wash his hands because it made him look the complete OPPOSITE of relaxed. The way he did it was just… Not good. He cranked the water on as hot as it would go, so much that his skin would scorch pink, and then he’d rub soap into them viciously, wash away the soap, then put on MORE, wash that away, then do it a THIRD time. 

It was always, ALWAYS three times, and his eyebrows would knit together, his jaw would tense, sometimes he’d whimper from the heat of the water, or from re-opening a cut in his cracked, dry hands, or from soap getting into one of those cuts. 

It wasn’t a pretty sight. 

Emmett PEEING was a pretty sight. 

Sometimes, Nova would encourage him to stop abusing his hands, remind him that cold water was fine to use and that his hands were perfectly clean after just ONE rinse cycle. But, this was a comfort thing for him, it helped chase away anxious thoughts— just not in a healthy way— he probably NEEDED his various comfort rituals pretty badly today. 

Still, once he’d finished she put a hand to his arm and said “Next time, let’s try to use the soap just ONCE, okay?” 

“O—Okay,” he said. He seemed slightly calmer now, whether that was because he’d peed or because he’d performed one of his rituals Nova wasn’t sure. 

Nova watched Emmett drink another glass of water, reminding him he didn’t HAVE to do this if he didn’t like it. 

“I want to,” Emmett promised. “Just gonna pace it slower this time, I think I just overdid it earlier.” 

“Okay,” Nova said. She poured herself a glass as well. Then, once that one was empty, she got another. 

And another. 

She was a little fidgety about an hour later when she and Emmett were on the couch together. It was sort of like the beginning of her earlier fantasy, except neither one of them was quite THAT desperate yet. 

“S—Sooo…” Emmett started awkwardly. “If we decide to… You know, do it today? You’ve been taking the pills, right?” 

“Yeah,” Nova said. 

“Same time each day? I think I heard that’s important.” 

Nova nodded. “I have.” 

“Good, good… I…” Emmett stood up, went to his bedroom. He came back with a shopping bag and poured the contents onto the coffee table. “I got these…” 

Nova stared. Five boxes of condoms of varying textures… And a rubber tomato. “Um…” 

Emmett picked up the condoms. “I— I wasn’t sure what kind to get!” he explained. “Some of them said they were ‘ribbed’, and some are ‘studded’, or ‘lubricated’ or ‘warming’… And, I never actually LOOKED at them before, so I didn’t know which was right!” 

“And… And the tomato?” 

“I was embarrassed just bringing a bunch of condoms to the register at the pharmacy,” Emmett explained. “So, I got a dog toy too.” 

Nova went quiet. She didn’t want to explain to him that now the cashier probably thought he was going to do a lot of really weird, unspeakable things with a squeaky, rubber tomato. “Well, at least you’re prepared,” she said. 

“Y—Yeah…” 

“I kind of wanted to… Suggest something, though,” Nova said. 

“Oh, are none of these the right kind?” Emmett asked. “I could go back to the store, and—“ 

“No, that’s not it, don’t worry,” Nova said. “These are fine. Everything is fine. I just…” tapping her fingertips over her knees, Nova forced herself to continue. “I… Was thinking…” she said, struggling to look him in the eyes. “About something I might like to try today.” 

“What?” 

“I thought it would be fun if… If we did it while we both really had to…” 

“You want me to… To have to ‘go’ while we have sex?” Emmett interrupted. 

“I want to be holding it, too,” Nova said. “And— And we don’t HAVE to do anything like that if you don’t want to!” She covered her face up. “Guh, I must sound like a total weirdo, right?” 

“No,” Emmett assured immediately, instinctively pulling her into a hug. “You’re not a weirdo, I promise. This is… Unusual, but that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with it, or wrong with YOU.” His hand trailed down her body and he could feel her shuddering, knew she was trying not to cry for fear of making this moment more awkward than it already was. He felt terrible for her as he realized how confused her uncommon desires made her feel. “Besides, if you’re a weirdo, then I am too.” 

Nova backed away from him to stare into his eyes. “Huh?” she asked. 

“The other night, before I sent you that video, I had… I had this dream. I couldn’t find a toilet and I really needed to go, so you helped me find one. Then you aimed for me while I went, and you… Touched me a lot. And, I felt so good about turning you on like that, that I ended up— I ended up making a mess in the sheets.” 

“You wet yourse—“ 

“Not with pee,” Emmett interrupted. “I— I think a part of me really LIKES that I can get you so excited with something so simple.” His shaking hands moved away from Nova and went to adjust his zipper slightly. His breath hitched. “So, if you want to do this while we’re desperate, I guess we could try it…” 

“Really!?” Nova exclaimed, staring at him in shock. 

“I think so…” Emmett said. “I’m just nervous, because what if— What if one of us CAN’T hold it?” 

“Can you even pee if your thing’s hard?” Nova asked. “I thought I’d heard that was really difficult.” 

Emmett shrugged, blushing. There had been a few mornings where he’d had to wait for his body to settle down before he could pee. “I— It’s not easy to. But, it’s possible.” 

“I guess that’s a risk…” Nova said. “If you don’t WANT to—“ 

“I…” Emmett started. “I could stand to take a few more risks, I guess.” 

“Seriously?” Nova asked, her body shaking as she smiled. 

“Yep, seriously,” Emmett said. “Let’s go have a little more water.” 

“Y—Yes, let’s!” Nova agreed, mashing her hands into fists over and over as she tried to regain some control over herself. “Let’s do it!”

They both chugged a couple more glasses of water, then went to Emmett’s room to sit down on the bed together. After a few minutes, Emmett timidly leaned forward and kissed her, his lips pressing against hers. She could feel a bit of tension in his jaw and pulled back. “Don’t be nervous, you’re a good kisser, I promise…” 

“I’m… I’m not clenching up just because I’m nervous…” he said, pushing their lips together once more. Nova’s eyes went wide— That water was hitting him already? She felt a bit of pressure inside her own bladder as well, felt that it was building up quite rapidly. The two remained gentle with one another, pecking softly. Then, they started to run their hands down one another’s backs. 

Minutes passed in this fashion, cuddling and kissing, becoming more disheveled in appearance as their bladders quickly became impossible to ignore. Nova let out an amused, hysterical sound into one of their kisses, “I feel like I’m going to burst.” 

Emmett’s hand had been pressing into his lap for quite some time by then. “M—Me too,” he said. 

The desperate flinches inside Nova’s abdomen and the pressure that was growing way too quickly was causing her to feel frantic with need. She gripped tightly to Emmett’s sleeve as the next earthquake of a spasm shook the walls of her bladder, stronger now thanks to Emmett’s own admission of desperation. 

Emmett kept holding her, his hands careful to stay above her stomach to avoid adding more pressure to her bladder. “You can put your hand lower,” she told him. 

Emmett awkwardly moved his hands further down her body until he was resting them atop her bladder region. He did this very gently, his fingers and palms just barely brushing over her sensitive skin. 

“C—Could you try pressing?” Nova asked. 

“I don’t want to hurt—“ 

“I’ll tell you when to stop,” Nova promised. 

“O—Okay…” Emmett started to trace tiny patterns overtop of Nova’s taut skin. His eyes were going wide as he realized he could actually FEEL how swollen her bladder had gotten from all the water. “I—Is this—“ 

“Keep going,” Nova said, twisting her legs together urgently and bouncing. “I—It feels…” How DID it feel? Being prodded there made her feel more desperate, that was for sure. It made her bladder feel like it was being worked through a mixing machine. But, it also made her feel intensely curious, intrigued by how her body would react to different kinds of stimulation there. “I want you to keep going,” she repeated. 

Emmett did, circling the bulge beneath Nova’s navel before hesitantly pressing the full weight of his hand into it. 

“Ah—!” Nova flinched involuntarily as oceans collided inside her, her bladder roaring with furious need and trying hard to pump some of its liquid out. 

Emmett immediately drew his hand away. “Too much?” he asked. 

“Nah—No,” Nova promised. “Just— Just surprised me, do it some more.” 

Emmett didn’t squeeze down on her like that again, instead just lightly stroking the hard curve of her straining bladder. It felt hard and round, like a tennis ball. 

“Nnnnh,” Nova’s body snapped backwards to escape the pressure of her boyfriend’s hand, and Emmett let go of her again. Nova kept squirming, because even without Emmett pushing on her her bladder still felt overburdened and urgent, contracting in on itself again and again while her muscles begged for permission to go slack. 

“Y—You okay?” Emmett asked, nervous. 

“I’m fine, Emmett… Thank you for doing this…” Nova murmured to him, voice shaking from desire and need. “It means a lot that you’re willing to try.”

“Eheh… Well…” Emmett said. “I… I like making you happy.” 

“Could I… Can I push on you at all?” Nova asked. 

Emmett didn’t answer for a moment. “Um… Alright. But, only a little.” 

Nova eagerly reached out and placed a hand against Emmett’s lower stomach. She was surprised and amazingly turned on by the rock-hard swell beneath her palm. His bladder was as hard as stone, brimming with urine. The distended bump trembled and stretched below Emmett’s skin. 

Emmett made a pained noise, cringing backwards and twisting his legs over each other before suddenly shooting up to his feet, doubling over and gripping himself. “Ahh—!!” 

“Too much?!” Nova asked. “Did I hurt you?!” 

“Nnnh… No, you didn’t hurt me,” Emmett assured. “But— Gah! Some almost came out!” 

Nova blushed hard. “Y—You need it that badly?” 

“Don’t you?” Emmett asked, sitting back down. 

“Yeah… Almost leaked when you squeezed me a minute ago,” Nova admitted. “Did you… Want to stop?” 

“No,” Emmett said. “But, uh, we might want to move things along a little faster now. I don’t think there’s much time left before I start… Having a problem. Uh, you ready?” 

“Yeah, I’m— I’m ready,” Nova said. “Could you… I want you to take my clothes off.” 

“Oh? Um… I could do that,” Emmett said. They stood, and he reached his hands beneath Nova’s skirt, fingers hooking the waistline of her panties, slipping them down her legs until they fell to the floor. He felt his chest clenching as he gripped the sides of the skirt, pulling it down as well to reveal what was beneath it. 

Emmett’s heart pounded as he looked at the sight in front of him. A smooth surface of flesh with a number of small folds and creases. Her lips had spread slightly to show some of the lighter flesh within alongside the small round bump at the top, throbbing a bit before Emmett’s eyes. His gaze traveled all over Nova’s body. 

“Uh—Um… Y— You look…” Emmett stammered. “I— Can I touch you?” 

“Sure,” Nova said. 

“Th—Thanks,” Emmett said. Trembling, he moved to rub his fingers along Nova’s outer labia. 

“Mmmmnnnn…” Nova moaned, her legs trembling as the stimulation caused her clit to throb and her bladder to shudder. It was such a curious feeling; intense arousal mixing with an unfathomably intense need to urinate. Emmett continuing to slide his finger up and down her sensitive area made it all the more difficult to keep her holding muscles clenched— But, instead of panic, it was excitement she felt when she realized exactly how hard holding it in was about to become. “Ooooh….” 

Emmett dropped his hand, making her whimper from the loss of stimulation. She watched as his hand went to his zipper, and he took a deep breath as he yanked it down, unbuttoning his pants. Immediately, he was jiggling more where he stood. “Nnnh, hearing my zipper move made me have to go worse…” he mumbled, pushing his pants off the rest of the way. 

Nova took in a sharp intake of breath as Emmett removed his boxers, exposing his lower half completely. 

In spite of the nervous tingles rushing through him, Emmett tried to look confident. “Is— How’s this?” he asked. 

“I love it!” Nova announced. Her eyes shot downwards, taking in the sight of his cock. “Oh, it’s twitching— Is that because it’s happy to see me, or because it’s holding back all your pee?” 

Emmett’s eyes widened, prompting Nova to wince. “Oh, that was weird, wasn’t it?” 

“A bit,” Emmett admitted. “Not too bad, though. And… I’m going to say it’s a little bit of both— Probably more the first thing, though.” He’d actually been a tad worried that it would be difficult to get hard when his bladder was achingly full, but he already had a semi just from seeing and touching Nova’s body, so he knew now it wouldn’t be an issue after all. He took off his shirt next. “I— I know I’m not super buff or anything, but…” 

“You look great,” Nova promised him. His skinny arms and slim stomach appeared breathtaking to her— But that wasn’t the best part. With all his skin exposed, Nova could clearly see the enraged swell of pee straining in his lower abdomen. She had to force herself to look away from it, to look him in the eyes instead. 

“How’s this?” she asked, removing her own shirt and bra. She’d never thought her breasts were that impressive, they weren’t very big, but they weren’t tiny either. They were just… Average, nothing special about them. A slight curve on the underside of each mound, barely sticking out past her skinny stomach. Her bladder was still causing her to bob in place, and she didn’t notice the way her breasts were bouncing and inadvertently giving Emmett a show. 

“Wow…” Emmett breathed out. “That’s… I like it,” he said. “Come… Come here… I…” 

Nova stepped closer, and Emmett pulled her into a hug. Both of them let out whimpers at the same time, because now their bladders were squeezing together, the swells coming into contact and rubbing against one another. They kissed again, Emmett’s tongue caressing the top of Nova’s with just the smallest bit of pressure. 

Nova could feel her nipples getting harder, a tingle running down her spine and pooling inside her loins when Emmett pulled back. “Can I touch—“ 

“You can touch anywhere,” Nova interrupted him, and Emmett’s hand started to caress just above her left breast. While his touches had felt confident and self-assured at first, he stayed stuck right at the edge of the breast, fearful of if it was really okay to go further or not. Nova grasped his hand and directed it down so that he was now cupping the entire thing. He gently squeezed there, eliciting a small whimper from her lips, shockwaves flowing out from beneath his touch and moving through her entire body. “Harder…” 

“I don’t want to hurt—“ 

“You won’t,” Nova promised. “If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you. For now, just… Ahhhnnn—!!“ her explanation was cut off by a moan when Emmett squeezed her tighter. The touch and pressure made her hips twitch even more than her bladder already was. “Y—Yes, like that!” With that encouragement, his grip became even more firm, pulling on the nipple slightly. “You can use your mouth too if you want…” 

Emmett was confused for a moment, then figured it out. His hand dropped from her breast and his mouth took its spot, his tongue caressing against her nipple slowly. “Hnnn, yeah…” Nova moaned. “Th—That’s good, keep doing that…” She heard a soft whimper exhale from his lips, which brought a tiny vibration against her nipple and added to the ecstasy she was feeling, but… “Wh—What’s wrong?” 

Emmett moved his lips away from her body just long enough to say “I’m sorry— I have to go super badly right now.” 

Nova’s heartbeat ramped up at hearing those words. She hadn’t noticed it, being so focused on the feelings of Emmett’s tongue over her nipple, but her legs had crossed back together. And now that she’d been brought closer back to reality, she was very aware of the ever-present throb within her bladder— It felt like every breath she took in was inflating it. The feeling was intense! “G—Get one of the condoms,” she said. “Since you got SO many.” 

“I— I wanted to get the right kind!“ Emmett went to the nightstand and opened one of the boxes at random, pulling one out. He opened it carefully and rolled it down his hard shaft. He felt very strange— On the one hand, he needed a pee so badly that he was starting to get dizzy, but on the other he was fizzing with so much excitement that he could barely breathe. Those two feelings mixed together created a deeply confusing emotion that he didn’t even know the name of. 

Nova laid down on the bed, thighs trembling and legs scissoring as she waited. She was going to have to uncross her legs for them to be able to do this, a notion that both elated her and filled her with dread. Her legs were making a very suitable dam between her waves of urine and the clean sheets of Emmett’s bed, losing that barrier was going to be risky. 

He HAD said he could stand to take a risk today, though… 

Emmett joined her in bed. “You… Want me to get on top now?” he asked. 

“Well, yeah, that’s how it works…” 

Nova was so often the one taking charge in their relationship that he’d sort of expected HER to get on top and ride him. Come to think of it though, his bladder probably wouldn’t take too kindly to tha— 

Caressing his shaft to keep his penis erect, Emmett said; “I might end up squeezing down on your—“ 

“I know,” Nova interrupted, eagerness in his voice. “But, I WANT to know what that feels like, though. So, don’t worry. Don’t hold back.” 

“Alright, but you’ll HAVE to tell me if it hurts at all,” Emmett said. 

“I will,” Nova promised. “Don’t worry. Just relax.” 

Anxiously, Emmett drew closer to her. She managed to move her legs apart, thighs starting to tremble more as it became even tougher to withstand the pressure in her bladder. Emmett lowered himself down, inserting his throbbing cock inside of her and drawing forth a long, loud moan from her lips, her eyes rolling backwards as he filled her, her thighs flexed as the feelings overtook her. 

The stimulation in her nether region made her urge to urinate become almost otherworldly in its intensity. She wasn’t sure if it was actually possible, but it FELT like his cock was slamming against her bladder with each thrust. All those parts were just so interconnected, her urethral opening and her vagina so close together that any stimulation in the latter would cause the former to twitch and spasm, fighting hard not to let any liquid burst out. 

“NNnnnhh—ahhhh—“ Nova made several strangled noises of half-pleasure, half-pain that made Emmett slow down his pumping. 

“I—Is it oka—“ 

“You’re doing great!” Nova panted. “Keep going, keep going!” Nova was shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm when Emmett started to thrust again, the tickling inside her was a horrid tease on her bladder, but she didn’t want to stop. She gripped the bedsheets until her knuckles went white and moaned like crazy as all the conflicting feelings whirled around inside of her. 

Emmett’s body was still being flooded with confusion. Nova was tight and warm, and the sensation of his cock being engulfed within her was one of the best things he’d ever felt. Yet, beneath all of these wonderful feelings was a harsh, pinching ache while his body BEGGED him that he needed a toilet more than he needed anything else. His bladder was searing, but every moan from Nova’s mouth made his dick grow harder and made his thrusts faster and more needy. 

“Nnh,” Nova whimpered, her thighs squeezing as much as they could, which only added to the warmth flooding Emmett’s dick with pleasure. Her bladder rolled around within her, tossing and turning and fighting with all its strength to be set free. She kept tightening down her holding muscles, though, kept all her liquid inside. For some reason, needing to clench her pelvic floor so much while they did this made the stimulation even more exquisite, more intense, more pleasurable. 

She was amazed by how something could hurt but feel really, really good at the same time. 

It felt so good. So, so good… 

“Hnnnn…” Nova grunted, body shaking more than ever as a powerful orgasm tore through her. With every contraction, her bladder spasmed hard, pee right at the very edge of dribbling out and she had to clench her teeth and squeeze the sheets as hard as she could to keep anything from coming out. Still, she was unsuccessful, and she felt a couple warm drizzles seep out. She managed to restrain herself after that, but she felt all the more desperate for the trouble. 

Emmett’s heartbeat ramped up as he watched Nova climax. Wow, he’d actually DONE that! He’d made her feel so good! So, that must have meant that he wasn’t boring after all! He’d been worried for no reason, he WAS good at this, and that him FEEL good, and— 

His hips jolted and his melted into an incoherent mess of pleasure and happiness and his cum erupted out of him, pulsing forth as he rode out the best orgasm of his life. Breathing heavily, he pulled out and carefully removed the condom from his softening member. He tied it off and stood to throw it away— Immediately bending over a little as he remembered that he STILL needed another kind of release. “I can’t hold it anymore,” he told Nova. “I’m gonna go throw this away and… Go. If you wanna watch.” 

Nova nodded, but then a flash of panic went over her face. “I— I can’t get up…” she said. 

Emmett went pale. “D—Did I hurt you!? I’m sorry, I’m— Oh, there’s a little blood, I’m SO sor—“ 

“You d—didn’t hurt me,” Nova interrupted. “Bl—Blood is normal the first time, remember? I just…” Nova had started to clutch at herself, hands firmly wedged between her naked thighs. “I think if I stand I’m gonna—“ 

“O—Oh!” Emmett said. “I’m sorry, I’ll… I’ll… I’ll find you something to go in!” he decided. “Hang on.” His own need forgotten for the time being, Emmett hurried from the room. He entered the kitchen and first wrapped the used condom in a paper towel before sticking it deep into the trash to hide it— This necessitated him TOUCHING a lot more of the trash than he was comfortable with and he was now DYING to scrub his hands clean at the sink (To Hell with what his bladder had to say about listening to the running water while he did that!) 

But, Nova needed him right now more than his hands did. He opened the cabinet where all the tupperware bowls were kept— There were so many that Dad wouldn’t notice if one was suddenly gone. He brought it back to his room and set it down. “O—Okay, you can go in this.” 

Nova stared for a moment. “Wait, you— YOU— are going to have me pee into a thing used for cooking?” 

“W—We have a bunch of these bowls, it won’t matter if I have to throw one out,” Emmett said. “You can use it.” 

Nova didn’t want to argue, her body couldn’t manage the walk to the toilet now, she’d pop and pee all over the floor before she got there. She had to be careful with how she got out of bed, too. Moving too fast rocked the firm, round bulge of her bladder and it was a struggle not to let it go right then. She saw Emmett bouncing in the corner, since they were still naked she was able to see his cock bobbing and twitching— Considering he’d just cum a few minutes ago, any twitching now was probably from desperation. “You can use the toile—“ 

“I can w—wait,” Emmett said. 

“You… Wanted to watch me?” Nova guessed. “That’s oka—“ 

“I just know that YOU want to watch ME,” Emmett said. “Th—That’s… That’s all.” 

“Oh…” 

He swore Nova almost sounded disappointed. 

“B—But, I could watch you, too!” he said. “If you want me to!” 

“Alright,” Nova smiled. She lowered herself so that she was balanced above the bowl— With a target so small and so low to the ground, squatting was going to be a much better position than standing this time. 

Emmett shifted from foot to foot, occasionally grabbing onto the tip of his dick. She watched him struggle, he looked even cuter performing this dance while totally in the nude. She couldn’t wait to see how adorable he was when he was pissing naked. To hurry that along— And because her own bladder was THROBBING— she pushed on her muscles and told herself to relax. It was a little tricky to do that in such a weird position, squatting over a bowl in her boyfriend’s room, but soon she was letting out a soft sigh as a trickling noise rattled against the inside of the bowl, a pale yellow stream pooling into the bottom of it. “Ahhhh….” 

Nova looked up at Emmett, seeing that he WAS watching, but with a pinched expression on his face that made him look pained. “You don’t HAVE to watch if it makes you uncomfor—“ 

“Th—The sound,” Emmett said, twisting around on his feet. “It’s… Making me…” 

“Oh, right,” Nova said, trying to speed up her stream. There was so much in there, though! Her bladder felt like it was going to take ages to drain out completely! She felt bad prolonging his wait after everything he’d agreed to try out with her today, but it felt so amazing to let go that she couldn’t help but enjoy it. Her eyes drifted shut and she smiled gently. 

Emmett watched, stomping his bare feet hard against the floor as he held himself tightly. He was trying again to figure out what exactly it was about this that Nova found so appealing. He supposed her expression looked a LITTLE cute right now, sort of how she looked when she was sleeping. And she was moaning— Which after today Emmett knew was a sound he REALLY liked hearing. But, beyond that— the actual peeing part?— he still didn’t think he ‘got’ it. 

But, maybe that was OKAY. 

Maybe he didn’t really NEED to understand this. Maybe it was enough that he was just simply okay with it. Maybe he didn’t have to actually SHARE Nova’s kink to get some enjoyment out of it with her— He’d loved today, even if he hadn’t spontaneously developed his own interest in pee. He’d loved today because he’d excited his girlfriend and made her feel good, and that had made HIM feel good. 

Nova kept peeing, letting all this out of her bladder felt nearly as good as cumming had earlier. And the best part was that it just kept GOING. Her orgasm had lasted about twenty seconds, but this had been continuing for a minute so far, at least! 

One more long spurting hiss flowed into the bowl and then she was done. Finally. She stood, the remnants of her release trickling slightly down her legs, which she rubbed together uncomfortably.

Emmett was crossing his legs a whole lot more though, and Nova was ready now to see him let all that out. 

“What do I do with the bowl?” Nova started to ask. “Should I—“ 

“We’ll clean that up in a minute, I can’t— I can NOT wait anymore, I’m sorry,” Emmett said. 

“Stop apologizing,” Nova said. “I’ve been dying to see this.” 

Emmett urgently hobbled to the restroom and lifted the seat on the toilet. “G—Got a good view?” he asked Nova, just like earlier that day.

“Yep, go ahead.” 

Emmett moved his hand away from his tip, and pee poured out of him as he gasped out a very breathless “Thank you…” 

Hearing him THANK her as he peed made Nova feel warm and tingly all over again. The force of his stream did that to her as well. His nude body was trembling, shining with sweat and absolutely gorgeous. But, nothing made her blush more than his face, so content, so happy, so relieved… 

He peed for over a minute, then stumbled back with exhaustion. His body had done a LOT today… 

“Feel better?” Nova asked. 

“Y—Yeah,” Emmett said. “Way better. Did you like that?” 

“Yes, I liked ALL of it,” Nova assured him. “Thank you again for doing all this with me.”

“You’re welcome…” Emmett went to the sink and started to wash his hands. 

“Cold water works too,” Nova said, noticing it start to steam up. 

Hesitantly, Emmett turned off the hot tap and replaced it with the cold as he reached for the soap. He rubbed it into his hands and scrubbed it off, then started to go for it again. 

“Once is plenty,” Nova reminded. 

“Y—Yeah…” Emmett said. “Once is… Is good.” He exhaled. “Heh… Um, we should probably get dressed and get rid of that bowl now, right?” 

“Right.”

[TheSecretOmoAccount 33]

Shelby enjoyed going on the local dolphin tour. Emmett did too, even if he didn’t admit it. Emmett liked to say that it was weird to do all of the tourist-trap activities in the place where they actually lived. “We can see the dolphins any time we want,” he always told her. “Dad has his own boat. We don’t HAVE to pay for the silly dolphin encounter thing that’s just there to overcharge people from out of town.” 

But, he was still always pretty happy once they got far enough out to watch the dolphins frolicking. 

So, Shelby knew what to expect today. Emmett would complain for a bit as they walked down to the docks, roll his eyes at the tourists and the silly performance the ‘pirate sailors’ did as they drove the boat around, and then he’d happily watch the dolphins right alongside her. 

But, one thing Shelby hadn’t expected was the slushy stand set up next to the dock. It was the height of tourism season, so all sorts of things had been cropping up near the boats. They’d mostly been little stands hawking keychains in the shapes of flamingos, palm trees and, of course, dolphins. Emmett had had to fight very hard to keep Shelby from spending ten bucks on a flamingo shaped stress-ball with their town’s name emblazoned on its bottom. “We LIVE here!” He protested. “Why do you need that? There are hardly even any flamingos around unless you go to the zoo!”

He couldn’t talk her out of the slushys, though— The ridiculously OVERPRICED slushys that came in ridiculously oversized cups covered in all sorts of tropical themes. Emmett held one of the cups skeptically, “Toucans aren’t even from here. They’re from the rainforest— When’s the last time you saw a toucan outside your window?” 

Shelby sipped from her cup. “There was that time one escaped from the zoo.” 

“That doesn’t count!” Emmett said. 

Shelby handed Emmett a second cup. “Maybe if you drank this you’d be less cranky,” she said. 

Emmett sighed and took it. “I’m not cranky, I’m just saying that if you want to sell stuff about our town, it should at least be accurate.” He took a drink. “At least the slushys are good,” he said. 

They went to wait for their boat, a crowd of tourists had already gathered. “And another thing,” Emmett added. “I still don’t understand why you insist on doing THIS in the first place. We have our OWN boat that we can use by ourselves for a lot less money.” 

“I like the pirates,” Shelby said. “It’s a history lesson.” 

Emmett shook his head. While there HAD been pirates here a very long time ago, the performance they were going to see today had very little to do with anything that had actually happened. 

One of the tourists, an older woman, had turned to face them. “You two live here?” She asked. “You’ve got your own boat?” 

Shelby nodded, “Yeah. It’s fun living here— I saw a toucan out my window once!” 

“Amazing!” The woman said. “How often do you see those in the wild?” 

“That was the first time,” Shelby said. “But, I’m sure there will be more!”

“It escaped from the—“ Emmett groaned, returned to his drink. “Never mind…” 

Emmett finished his drink rather quickly, before the ‘pirates’ had shown up to begin their tour. He frowned as he eyed the huge, empty cup in his hands. He remembered something about these boat tours— One of the ways they differed from going out on DAD’S boat. 

Dad’s boat had a toilet. Emmett didn’t like USING it— Aim was quite a bit trickier when the water beneath the boat was never completely still. But when he was surrounded by the sight and sound of rushing water for hours, all while getting rocked around by the waves, he seldom had a choice BUT to use it. 

The tour boats didn’t have toilets. They needed that space in order to cram in a few more seats. 

It would be a very, VERY bad idea to board one of those after just finishing a gigantic slushy— Not without relieving himself first. He ALREADY felt some pressure inside his bladder; A pressure that was certain to grow. “Shelby, I need to use the restroom, okay?”

“We might leave without you,” Shelby warned. “Just jump in the water when the boat’s stopped.” 

Emmett shook his head. “First of all, that’s gross. Second…” he lowered his voice. “It isn’t going to stop until we’re near the dolphins, and I don’t think I can wait that long. Third, I’m not in a swimsuit.” He gestured to the restaurant beside the docks. “I’ll be right back, I promise.” 

Shelby shrugged, “Okay. But, if we leave, you’re gonna be real bored waiting for us to come back!” 

Emmett thought ‘boredom’ was a better thing to risk than ‘pissed pants’. He rushed off for the restaurant. He was greeted at the entrance and awkwardly explained that he just had to use the toilet really fast. Thankfully, he was allowed to do that without buying anything. 

He released his bladder into the urinal, and stood there a few extra seconds to make sure he’d gotten rid of all of it. He knew that slushy still wasn’t done moving through him, but hoped that this would be enough to allow him to make it through the entire boat trip. 

Once he was as certain as he could be that no more drops remained inside his bladder, he zipped up and ran back to the dock. The ‘pirates’ still hadn’t shown up. 

“Feel better?” Shelby asked, tossing her now empty slushy cup into a trash bin. 

“Y—Yeah,” Emmett blushed. “You know, you should probably go too.” 

“Nah, I don’t have to,” Shelby said. 

“You just drank a gallon of slushy,” Emmett said. “You’re GONNA have to. These boats don’t have toilets like Dad’s does, remember?” 

“I’ll be fine,” Shelby said. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“You really shoul—“ 


Before Emmett could continue nagging Shelby into using the restroom, a boat pulled up to the dock. Two men in pirate Halloween costumes stepped off of it and ushered everyone aboard, all the while telling cheesy jokes and ending every sentence with “AAARGH!” 

Shelby was delighted by the performance. Emmett wondered if his pee-break would have been better spent buying a bottle of ibuprofen. 

Once everyone had taken a seat, the boat set off into the ocean. Immediately, Emmett was sure that pissing had been the BEST possible use of his time, because the rocking of the boat was quite intense today. The wind grew stronger the farther they got away from land. 

Yep, a person would be in an awful lot of trouble if they hadn’t peed before getting on this thing… 

Half an hour later, and Shelby was in an awful lot of trouble. She’d been laughing so much at the ‘pirates’, and having fun talking with the tourists, and she hadn’t even noticed the gradual expansion taking place inside her bladder for the longest time. But, then she took a breath for a moment and became very aware that the slushy she’d drank earlier had ceased to be enjoyable. 

She wriggled her thighs, tensing them together. Now that she’d realized she had to pee, the urge was increasing at a rapid pace. It was no big deal! She’d wait until the boat stopped and jump in the water, just like she’d told Emmett to do earlier! 

And, yeah, she was just wearing her regular clothes, but that was fine, wasn’t it? She’d be sopping wet until she could go home and change, but it was better to be soaked in sea-water than in piss, wasn’t it? 

Except, then there were all the people here… She’d kind of have to explain WHY she’d leapt off the boat, right? She could feign a fall, she supposed, but the walls of the boat were too high for THAT to look realistic. And what if they ‘helped’ her back up before she’d finished peeing? 

Nope. She’d just have to say she was going into the water to pee. She’d have to announce that to a boat full of strangers. 

Which was… Honestly, not THAT mortifying of a thought to her. Everyone peed, it was an unavoidable fact of life. She didn’t really ‘get’ why some people got so embarrassed telling others when they had to go. What was there to be ashamed of? 

Shelby thought her plan was perfect, but then something else occurred to her that made her reconsider it completely. 

Emmett was going to say “I told you so!” 

It was childish, but Shelby seriously DID NOT WANT to give him a reason to say that to her. She didn’t want to set the stage for one more incident where Emmett could show off that he was the responsible one. She wanted to prove him WRONG for once, by NOT having an emergency after he’d tried to warn her. 

So, her mind made up, she ordered her bladder to WAIT. 

That was easier said than done, however. The motion of the boat against the water, and the nonstop sound of liquid lapping against it, fused into an atrocious tease on her aching middle, prompting threats from her sphincters that told her she might NOT be able to do this. The constant pulsing need in her taut belly was utterly impossible to ignore, and she crossed her legs to try and quell the spasms. She hoped Emmett didn’t notice her discomfort. 

Emmett DIDN’T notice it, because he a little too distracted— The stream he’d expelled at the restaurant hadn’t been enough for his bladder, it was now throbbing again— Quite a bit more strongly than it had done earlier. ‘You can’t possibly need to go again,’ he tried to convince himself. ‘You just went. You can hold it until— Ah— Th—There’s nothing to hold. You already went. You’re fine.’ 

His bladder didn’t believe him, and surged more powerfully, causing him to tense his thighs up and bounce his knees for a second. He shut his eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. He’d be okay, he’d be okay. He’d probably need the bathroom right away once they got back to land, but he’d MAKE IT there! 

He hoped. 

Once the boat had stopped, Shelby was even less sure of her ability to hold it than Emmett was. The boat was STILL now, she could get into the water and relieve the tension inside her body. 

And then Emmett would say “I told you so.” 

No. 

Shelby was going to wait! She could still wait! She was fine! She had to go really, really bad, but she hadn’t started leaking or anything! She could do this! She gritted her teeth and gnashed them together, jiggling her legs, curling her fingers around the edge of her seat. The sound of all that water, so much like what she was dying to do, wasn’t helping at all! 

Emmett wasn’t doing much better. That slushy had filled him up! He turned to hopefully catch the dolphins as they started to emerge from the water, but he couldn’t concentrate on looking out for signs of their presence— Ripples in the water, a glimpse of a grey fin— All he could see were gallons and gallons of liquid rolling in the wind, and making the liquid inside of HIM roll with it. 

There was a sudden, bright point of pressure at his opening, followed by a drip of pee emerging, and he shot to his feet. The abrupt movement prompted another drop of warmth into his boxers, and now that he was up he didn’t know what he was actually going to do. He couldn’t just jump in the water like Shelby had suggested earlier, that was so disgusting! But, he couldn’t hold it much longer, either! 

Nervously, he went up to one of the ‘pirates’. “Uh—Um…” he mumbled. 

“Arrrgh, what is it matey?” The pirate asked. 

“I need to… I have to…” Emmett fiddled with his fingers, legs rubbing together. “I need the restroom… Is there some way I can go?” 

“If it’s a leak ye be needing,” the pirate said. “I’m afraid yer gonna have to wait.” 

‘Oh, for the love of— Please, can’t you break character for this at least?’ Emmett mentally begged. “I—It’s… Urgent,” he admitted softly. 

“Aye, the sea within is as ornery as the sea out there, is it, lad?” 

Emmett was beginning to think that wetting his pants would have been less embarrassing. 

“Bring a spring upon ye and run a shot across the bow,” the pirate said. 

“Wha—“ 

“Head towards the front of the boat where nobody’s sitting and… Go over the side,” the pirate explained. 

“O—Okay,” Emmett said. That wasn’t very sanitary… He was sure going to have to pay attention to which direction the wind was moving in. He went back to his seat and rifled through the bag Shelby had brought. 

Shelby hadn’t paid attention when Emmett had gotten up to talk with the pirate. She was much too focused on restraining her bladder. The need had increased to a fevered level, and she’d needed to go as far as to discreetly press two fingers up against her opening. This brought her a little bit of relief from the relentless pressure, but it wasn’t enough. Her sphincters were tired and didn’t want to keep fighting, she just wanted to let them relax. “Wh—What are you l—looking for?” She asked, watching Emmett dig through the bag. 

Emmett flushed a bright red. “I— I need to— I’m about to— D—Do something, and—“ He fished his hand-sanitizer out of the bag. “I’m g—gonna need this after!” 

“Okay…” Shelby said. “What are you—“ 

Emmett had already rushed off, heading towards the front end of the boat where very few of the seats were occupied. There were two people, but this looked like the most privacy he was going to get and he was too desperate to care too much about that. Still, he had just enough presence of mind to tell those people that they’d have a better view of the dolphins on the OTHER side of the boat so that they’d leave. In order for his stream to clear the wall of the boat, he had to climb onto one of the seats and partially stand atop it, anxiously holding onto it, fearful of falling off. 

Shelby had stumbled after him, her hand now fully tucked between her legs. Trying to chase after someone with a full bladder while on a boat must have been one of the most brutal things she’d ever gone through. It had only taken a few seconds, but the shooting pains caused by the rocking of the boat and the motion of her own legs had been excruciating. “What are you—” 

“Shelby, can you please look away?” Emmett begged. 

“What’s—“ 

Emmett yanked down his zipper when he felt another repulsive squirt of pee splash into his boxers. Screw it. Having Shelby watch him while he did this was infinitely better than having to sit in his own waste. His stream began to hiss into the ocean and he sighed. “Ahhhh….” 

“…Oh,” Shelby said after a moment.

So, even though he’d peed before getting on the boat, he’d had an emergency anyway? 

Maybe he WOULDN’T say “I told you so”? 

Shelby was overcome with the desire to join him up there, but then she got a better look at the position he was in. He was standing up halfway so that he could reach to shoot his pee over the side of the boat, and he was sort of bent over in order to hold onto the seat and not fall… Aiming with only ONE hand… 


If Shelby bent that way, her pee would run straight down her legs. She needed to bend BACKWARDS a little to get it to arc out properly. Add onto that the fact one-handed aiming was already a more difficult feat for her to pull off… 

For her to do that, she’d need to stand up ALL the way, lean backwards, probably lose her balance on the seat and fall… 

Or, she could ‘sit’… Which would be more like inching herself out over the side of the boat and… dangling there as she peed. Very exposed, and still at risk of falling— This time back into the water. 

Neither of these options appealed to her at all. 

The only other choice available to her would be to jump in the water like she’d planned to do at the start. She didn’t want to have to go home drenched in sea-water, but there were far worse things she could end up drenched in today if she didn’t. 

She just needed to get permission to go in the water, and this would be over. 

Emmett finished peeing and zipped up, he climbed down from the seat, shocked at himself for what he’d just done. He sanitized his hands, but he still felt dirty all over. Now that his mind was clear and his bladder empty, he was able to notice Shelby’s problem a little more easily. “I told you to go bef—“ 

“YOU just pissed off the side of the boat,” Shelby interrupted, stomping her feet with equal parts desperation and indignation. “Don’t you DARE try to tell me off now.” 

Emmett frowned and turned away, embarrassed. He walked back towards the other end of the both, wordlessly. 

Shelby followed him. She could see some water sloshing out in the ocean now, as well as the fin of one dolphin. Instead of feeling excited to see the creatures, she just wished they’d tone down on all the splashing. It was making her bladder spasm sharply, and she could feel some warmth forcing its way out through her opening. Shit, shit… She approached one of the pirates and, never one to beat around the bush, said “Is it okay if I get in the water for a second? I need to pee really bad.” 

The pirate blinked at her for a few seconds, no doubt he was surprised by how blunt she’d chosen to be about her situation. But, Shelby didn’t have the time for him to get over his shock, her body was achingly full and every moment that ticked by was another heavy load of stress added to her bladder. 

“Er… Yarrr,” the pirate said finally. “The sea, she is much too nasty a beast for such matters.” 

Shelby had enjoyed the performance earlier, but not right now. Her bladder was giving heavy, agonizing throbs, and she tugged anxiously at her clothing. She was frustrated by the fact the waistband of her pants HAD to be right there— Right where all her pee was stuck. “Huh?” 

“We have safety protocols we’re supposed to follow,” the pirate whispered. “Everybody has to stay in the boat.” 

“O—Oh…” Shelby said. “It will only be a minute…” 

“A lot can happen in a minute,” the pirate said, and Shelby knew that was true, but she was a really strong swimmer and was sure she’d be okay!

“I just told someone else to go over the side earlier,” the pirate added. “If you want to try that.” 

Shelby didn’t want to try that. Whether she stood or did the best approximation of ‘sitting’ she could manage, she could easily fall while pissing and hurt herself. “H—How long until we get back?” She asked instead. 

“A little bit, we’re gonna stay here for about thirty minutes and then head back.” 

Shelby wasn’t sure if she could wait that long, but she didn’t think she had much of a choice. She sat back down in her seat, her bladder compressing painfully as she did so. This was so unfair! Since she’d learned to pee standing up, she’d thought that was just IT, she’d be able to easily relieve herself in any situation, just like Emmett could. But, Emmett still had slightly more flexibility than she did, didn’t have to worry as much about the angle of his pelvis and the rest of his body. He could grab onto that seat and bend himself over and forwards, and his pee would STILL go where he wanted it to. Unless she was at the exact right angle, her pee would go down her legs. 

She turned around and faced the dolphins that were starting to emerge from underwater. They were nice to watch, but she enjoyed it less than she usually did. She kept thinking about how lucky dolphins were, they lived underwater and could just pee whenever and wherever they wanted. A dolphin probably didn’t even know what it felt like to need to go really, really badly and have no choice but to wait. 

Shelby pressed her hands to her crotch and tried her best to stop thinking about pee. She couldn’t banish it from her mind, though. Her body was so utterly water-logged, the urine must have been seeping into everything. She could feel it in her bones. If the walls of the boat weren’t so high, she might have been able to get away with pretending she’d slipped into the water so that she could let it go… 

Her bladder cramped up mightily at the thought of emptying, and she squeezed her thighs together. It didn’t help, her need was just getting worse. A squirt of liquid hissed into her clothes and she moaned softly, face scorching red. Sure, maybe she wasn’t embarrassed to have other people know when she needed to pee, but she would definitely be mortified to have an accident in front of everyone here. 

Her bladder felt as heavy as a bowling ball, and even with her hands buried between her legs, she kept feeling more and more warm gushes of liquid seeping out of her. She couldn’t believe this was happening, and her heart was thundering loudly in her ears. She hated herself for not listening to Emmett. Sure, she probably would have filled back up again in the same way he had, but maybe if she’d gotten some out before, she’d at least have a CHANCE of making it. 

Emmett looked away from the dolphins and back to her, “Er…” he said, and even just that one syllable sounded utterly confused. He may have thought Shelby’s insistence upon peeing like a guy was weird, but in situations like this it ought to have been useful. “Why didn’t you go off the side like I did? If you’re worried someone’ll see how you pee and think it’s weird, all these people are tourists. You won’t ever see them again.” 

“I just don’t wanna fall off,” Shelby stated through a wince. Her teeth gnashed together as she begged her body to keep waiting. She could feel the dampness between her thighs now, could feel herself starting to lose it. Her bladder was begging to be emptied, her muscles pleading for just one, brief second of relaxation. 

“Just hold onto the seat,” Emmett said. “I was nervous too, but—“ 

“If I— If I’m leaning forward like you were, it’s gonna go down my legs,” Shelby tried to explain. Her legs shook, crossed every which way, and rubbed together. “I gotta lean back, and if I’m trying to balance on the chair like that, I could hurt myself.” 

“O—Oh,” Emmett said. He hadn’t ever thought too hard about it— Lord knew he tried NOT to think about his sister pissing like a dude at ALL— But, he realized now that even if Shelby could pee standing up like he did, it still wasn’t EXACTLY the same for her. There were a few more variables to consider, apart from simply pointing and shooting. 

He couldn’t believe what came to his mind next, it was about the LAST thing he’d want to do, but he figured he’d be a pretty awful brother if he let his sister wet herself when there may have been a way out of it. “Okay… What if I… I don’t know, hold onto your legs or something?” 

“What?” 

“To help you stay balanced even though you can’t grip the seat,” Emmett explained. “I’ll hold your feet steady on it, I guess.” 

Shelby thought that would work. Her bladder definitely thought it would work, and got a bit too excited at the notion, sending another pulse of liquid down through her sphincters. This time, the hiss was audible. But, hopefully, it blended in with the sounds of the dolphins splashing around. “Are you okay doing that?” 

Emmett sighed. “It’s going to be one of the most awkward moments of my life, but probably still LESS awkward than if you wet yourself.” 

With her hands glued against her crotch, Shelby struggled to her feet, determined to make it now. She could not part her legs very far, so her steps were tiny and didn’t make much progress. She knew that taking long strides would be her bladder’s undoing, though. Moaning quietly, she reached the other side of the boat where no one was around to see what she was about to do. 

She had another obstacle now, climbing getting up onto the seat. Lifting her legs up so high made everything much, much worse. She felt a slow, leaky stream begin to flow and her hands grew wet and warm from the liquid flooding into them. She got onto the seat and kneeled there for a few seconds, waiting for Emmett to show up before she tried to stand up on it. 

Emmett caught up. “O—Okay,” he said. “I’ll put my hands around your ankles, kind of, and help your feet to stay steady. That should work, right?” 

“Y—Yeah,” Shelby grunted out, beginning to rise up from her hunched, pained position. 

Emmett started to reach out, and then something made him stop. A little alarm bell was going off inside his head; He was about to touch Shelby’s shoes… Shoes which were drug around on the ground all day, every day, everywhere she went… They were no doubt crawling with all manner of bacteria, and he was going to put his hands on them, and— 

“Emmett!” Shelby whined. “I thought you were gonna—“ 

“R—Right—!” Emmett’s hands flew out and grasped around each of Shelby’s ankles, lightly brushing against part of her shoes. Immediately, his flesh felt contaminated and he wanted to let go and pour some of his sanitizer onto them. He forced himself not to, though. 

Maybe… Maybe his fear of germs was actually a good thing this time? If he was spending all his time trying not to freak out too badly about his hands being dirty, he would give less attention to— 

Shelby tugged down her pants just far enough to expose her butt. She didn’t WANT to show so much, in case someone ended up walking this way for some reason, but doing it through her zipper would be way too risky under these already taxing conditions. 

Emmett saw this for only a fraction of a second before he directed his eyes to his hands, still coiled around Shelby’s ankles. ‘L—Look, all the grime on Shelby’s shoes is getting all over your hands now. That’s awful, isn’t it? Too awful for you to notice anything else that might be happening! Yes, yes, your hands are filthy, and that’s all you can focus on. Nothing else.’ 

Shelby positioned her own hands and finally stopped holding back, piss sprayed from her in a nice, forward arc, splashing gently into the ocean water. Without thinking about it, she leaned her upper body back further as she emptied her painfully full bladder, letting out small whimpers of relief. She didn’t want to get too noisy, she didn’t want to attract attention— Even from a tourist whom she knew would never cross her path again. 

Her bloated body slowly gave way to absolutely orgasmic relief. “Hmmm…” she hummed a pleased noise, tipping her head back happily while she drained everything away. Finally, her middle had stopped all the awful throbbing and pulsing. Finally, she was done and, to her dismay, the last little bit rolled down her leg. But, that didn’t matter too much. She’d avoided a total soaking, she just had to be grateful for that. 

She pulled her pants up the rest of the way, and sighed. “Y—You can let go of my feet now,” she said. 

Emmett did, face burning. At least that was over. Now, if only there was some way he could forget about it forever. 

Shelby climbed back down, “Thank you,” she said. 

“Don’t mention it,” Emmett told her. “Really, PLEASE.”

[TheSecretOmoAccount 33]

Written for the Omovember prompt "While On A Date". 

(I allude to past sexual assault in this one. Nothing is shown or described in graphic detail. It is EXTREMELY vague and brief, just a sentence or two, but it’s there and I wanted to give a warning.)

***

Shelby was getting ready for her first date with Eric. She’d known Eric for years, ever since she was twelve and he was an employee at her favorite video game store. She’d sort of had a crush on him off-and-on all the way back then, too. They had so many things in common and could talk forever about anything. 

It was sort of a wonder that they’d never thought to go out like this before. Of course, when they’d first met and begun talking, their four year age difference had seemed much more vast. Eric at sixteen had much more experience in the world than Shelby did at twelve. Now though, when they were eighteen and twenty-two, the years separating them wasn’t as big of a deal. 

It was sort of funny how they wound up asking each other out. They were at the game store together, as always. Shelby was helping him test if all the cartridges in a box of used games someone had dropped off actually worked. “You need to stop doing my job for me,” Eric said. “Otherwise they’re gonna pay you instead of me.” 

Shelby had long wanted to work at the store, she spent a lot of her free-time there anyway, and the owner would probably hire her right away considering she’d spend most of her paycheck right there. “You should ask them to give me a job, then,” Shelby said. 

“I have said they should just hire you, but…” Eric trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “Um… This is…” he lowered his voice, even though it was so late that very few people were actually in the store. “Stacey said the higher-ups think we’d be making out all day if we worked together.” 

“What?” Shelby laughed. Stacey was one of Eric’s newest co-workers. She and Shelby didn’t know each other THAT well— Clearly! “That’s silly. We’re not even… We’re not dating.” 

“Everybody thinks we are,” Eric said. 

Shelby nodded. “They do,” she agreed. “My brother sure does, he’s asked me if we’re gonna name our kids after Mario and Peach and ruin their lives forever.” 

Eric cracked up, “Oh, my Mom thinks we’re together too. She’s always telling me to bring flowers and stuff to work in case you come in.” 

“Oh, and my Dad’s always saying stuff like ‘And next time you see Eric, remind him I’ve got a shotgun’.” 

“Really?” Eric asked. “Wow, he’s got some weird ideas about me.” 

“About us,” Shelby agreed. “We’re not… I mean… We’re just… Not.” 

Eric went quiet for a moment. “It’s… I’ve actually never dated anybody,” he admitted. “Is that weird?” 

“No,” Shelby shrugged. “I’ve been with, like, two people but… Stuff got in the way, it didn’t work out.”

“You’re younger than me and you’ve already—“ 

“It’s not a race,” Shelby interrupted. “And, like I said, both of those crashed and burned.” 

“Why?” 

“I…” Shelby trailed off. Both her previous relationships had broken down for the exact same reason, but it was one she didn’t want to go into. If there was one thing she’d learned, it was that people didn’t usually understand this… thing of hers. They thought it was weird, and that it meant something was missing inside her; Like she had a screw loose or something. She didn’t… She didn’t want Eric looking at her that way. “I just… They weren’t the right people, I guess.” 

“Who would be the right person?” 

Shelby thought about it. It would be someone who liked all of the things she did, that she could have long discussions with about nerdy things without that person getting bored, that was funny and friendly, and… By the time she was done thinking about it, she realized that if she said all that out-loud, she’d just be describing Eric… “Um… Eheh, this is… Um… Someone like you,” she admitted. 

“I mean, I’m like me,” Eric pointed out. 

“I know, but…” Shelby bristled. “You’re… Older than me…” ‘And I don’t know if you’d be okay with—‘ 

“True,” Eric said. “I know you’re… ‘uncomfortable’ being alone with older men sometimes.” 

“Not all the time,” Shelby said. “Not with, like, my Dad, and… I am comfortable with you. You’ve never given me any reason not to be.” And she really meant that. Eric asked her for permission before initiating ANY sort of physical contact, even just a slight brush of her hand. 

“So…” Eric said. 

“So…” Shelby repeated. 

“I mean, if—“ 

“We could—“ 

“You go first.” 

“You, um… You want to try to go out?” Shelby asked. 

That had been a week ago now, and the day of their first actual date had arrived. They were pretty much just going to do a lot of the things they ALREADY did, but this time they would be calling each other ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’. 

In spite of having known Eric for years and already being so close to him, Shelby was uncharacteristically nervous about the evening. If they were to begin this sort of relationship, there was something Eric was going to have to be aware of eventually, something that he’d have to be okay with. 

Shelby was never, ever, EVER going to want to have sex. 

Ever. 

It wasn’t a matter of not wanting to do it ‘now’, of not wanting to deal with the risks it presented ‘yet’. It was NOT a matter of readiness or responsibility so much as it was a matter of… Never having felt the DESIRE for it. Not once in her entire life had Shelby ever felt that pull or tug, or whatever it was a person felt when they wanted to have intercourse. It wasn’t like she was completely and utterly repulsed by sex, she certainly enjoyed making perverted jokes, but that’s all it was to her; a joke. 

Shelby had looked at porn a few times, trying to figure out what exactly she’d missed that everyone else seemed to see right away. Her reactions to it ranged from ‘Boring…’ to ‘Ew…’ to ‘Oh, that just looks painful!’ But, she was aware that porn wasn’t exactly a perfect representation of real life. 

Still, just the basic idea of having something go inside of her— Having ANYTHING go inside her, be it a penis, a tongue, a finger or a toy— It made her feel sick to think about it. And she couldn’t figure out why anyone else would WANT that. 

Shelby had tried to masturbate a few times as well, but felt revolted even trying to put her own fingers inside her body. She got a vibrator to try instead, one that she could just rub against herself a little and feel stimulated. It did make her feel things, she wasn’t numb to it, and it definitely didn’t feel BAD. But, she just didn’t know what to think about while she did it and found her mind wandering in various directions as she grew more and more bored of the whole thing. 

She made a few more attempts, believing that maybe if she could find out what an orgasm felt like, she’d finally understand what the big deal was. She did eventually manage to have one, and it did make her get pretty shaky and tingly, but after less than half a minute it was over. Yet, it had taken her over twenty minutes to get it to happen. Rather than coming to a new understanding, she was just more confused. She’d wasted an awful lot of time in order to achieve something that she supposed did FEEL pretty good, but wasn’t worth all the effort. 

She also had no desire to do it again. Her experiment had concluded. She knew what it was like to have an orgasm now, and it was pretty underwhelming compared to the fuss people always made about sex. It just confirmed to her that she wanted no part of it. Soon after that, she learned the proper word for what she was— Asexual. 

But, as much as she didn’t want intercourse, she still had a major desire for romantic intimacy and love. There were things that she DID want. She wanted to be kissed. She wanted to be cuddled. She wanted to sleep with someone she loved, but only in the most literal sense. The only problem was that most people seemed to want a lot more than that.

Her first romantic relationship had been with another girl, Jenny. It had lasted a while, and eventually the girl had wanted Shelby to join her in bed for much more than cuddles. Shelby had actually tried, but the instant it started to get heavy, she couldn’t continue. 

Jenny asked her if she was okay, “If you aren’t ready, we don’t have to.” 

Shelby had just shaken her head. It wasn’t just that she wasn’t ready, it was that ‘ready’ didn’t really exist for her. She’d tried to explain it, that she felt like she really loved Jenny, but that she’d never felt that… That… Whatever it was that a person was supposed to feel when they wanted to have sex. 

Jenny had gotten the wrong idea, thinking Shelby found her unattractive. Her feelings were hurt badly, and Shelby felt awful trying to put into words that it wasn’t anything to do with Jenny. “I… I don’t… I’ve honestly never felt like doing that with anybody, it’s not just you, it’s me… I… I’m sorry.” 

She and Jenny hadn’t been going out for a super long time, but they HAD been going out just long enough to get hurt when it was brought to an end. 

Her next relationship had been with a guy, Walter. Again, she grew close to him and they went on several dates. But, when he suggested they have sex for the first time, Shelby realized it was time to explain.

Walter hadn’t been okay with it at all, and had thrown something incredibly personal she’d shared with him back into her face. He insisted that her lack of interest in having sex wasn’t just an innate thing about her. He insisted that it was just caused by trauma, and that he could ‘heal’ her by having sex with her often enough. 

Shelby had never gone out with Walter again, and she’d deleted all of his contact information, never speaking to him after that. But, for a while, his suggestion stuck with her. Was she asexual because she… Just was, or was she asexual because her first sexual experience had occurred against her will and before she was old enough to even understand what had happened to her?

But online, there were other asexual people who had been hurt like she was, and some asexual people that hadn’t ever had a bad experience like that. Beyond that, there were lots of people who had gone through the things Shelby had, but still wanted and enjoyed sex. Her past hadn’t made her asexual, it was just how she was. 

After what had happened with Walter and Jenny, Shelby thought that she would have to just tell any potential partners about her orientation as soon as possible, that way no one got their hopes up too high for a relationship that had no chance of working out. If the other person NEEDED that level of physical intimacy, then they and Shelby would not be right for each other. 

Shelby knew she’d have to tell Eric very early on, and her stomach twisted as she hoped that he’d be okay with it. That, even if it was a dealbreaker for a romantic relationship, he’d still accept her being this way and want to at least stay her friend. Ever since she and Eric had scheduled their date, she’d been plagued by vivid, imagined scenarios in which she told him, and he said she was a freak, then never spoke to her again.

She told herself that was ridiculous, she and Eric had been friends for too long for him to ditch her over this. But, the more she tried to soothe her nerves, the more her insides churned. Shelby actually felt a bit nauseas by the time she’d gotten dressed to head out, and she gulped down a glass of water before leaving in order to settle her stomach. 

‘Just tell him,” Shelby thought to herself as she walked in the direction of the restaurant Eric had suggested. ‘Get it over with, so it isn’t on your mind anymore.’ 

The problem THERE was that she had no idea of how to just bring that up in a conversation. Starting their first date with “Hello, by the way I don’t like sex and nothing’s ever going to make that change. Hope it’s not a problem for you.” was probably a really bad idea. May even sound like she was trying to progress the relationship way too fast, when all she really wanted to do was ensure any dealbreakers were known about BEFORE things got intense enough for someone to be hurt. 

She made it to the restaurant soon enough, and waited in front of it for him to arrive. She grew more anxious with every passing second. ‘It’s Eric,’ she reminded herself. ‘You’ve been friends with him for years! There’s no reason to be nervous around him!’ She started to pace, and when she lost her footing for a second she became aware of a very slight pulsing inside her bladder. The water she’d tried— and failed— to use to calm herself down was beginning to make itself known again. 

‘Gah, I don’t wanna have to piss the whole time,’ she thought. Shelby looked at the door the restaurant, considering running in for a quick pee and then coming back out to wait. But, what if Eric showed up while she was gone and assumed she’d stood him up? 

Better to hold it a few more minutes. It wasn’t like she even needed to go all that much. The urge was just barely noticeable. She’d go at some point during the meal, probably after they’d both finished eating. 

Eric arrived soon enough. And he looked pretty nervous, too. “H—Hey,” he said. “Were you waiting long?” 

Shelby shook her head. “Just got here,” she told him. 

“That’s good,” Eric said. 

And then they just stood there. Totally awkwardly. 

“S—So,” Shelby said. “Um… You’ve eaten here before?” 

“Yeah… It’s… It’s good…” 

More silence. Shelby wanted to say something, but the biggest thing on her mind was still ‘I need to know if he’s okay with IT,’ and she still couldn’t say THAT. 

They entered the restaurant and were quickly brought to their table. Shelby started to drink from her water glass right away, still unable to think of any other topic to discuss and desperate for something else to keep her mouth busy with. 

When Eric started to sip his own water, Shelby assumed he was feeling something similar. 

Some of the awkwardness faded as they looked over the menu. Now, they could talk about their favorite foods, and Eric could suggest things for Shelby to try. The restaurant sold Italian food, and Shelby kept thinking about ordering different kinds of pasta, then deciding against it when she thought of the possibility of getting sauce on her clothes. 

She didn’t even usually CARE about that! At all! If she got sauce on her shirt, it would just wash out, after all. And she was SURE she’d worn something with a stain on it around Eric at least ONCE before. Guh… Why did she have to feel this way? She hadn’t been even close to this nervous during any of her dates with Jenny or Walter— And neither of those people had been in lifelong friendships with her. 

Shelby was being ridiculous. She KNEW she was being ridiculous. This was so stupid. 

Eric seemed to be struggling as well, though, which made her feel a bit better. 

Shelby wasn’t sure what to talk about, she’d read some guides on what to bring up during a first date, but they were all questions like “What’s your favorite movie?” or “What are your hobbies?” or “Have you ever had a cool vacation?” Things Shelby already KNEW about Eric, and things Eric already knew about HER. 

Eric did start talking more eventually, and before long they were basically just hanging out the same way they usually did, even though this time it was being called a ‘date’. 

‘So, is this what going out with Eric will be like?’ Shelby wondered. ‘Just the same as always, but we’ll… Like… Kiss and cuddle some, too?’ That sounded pretty nice. Hopefully, that would be enough for Eric, too. 

Those were the thoughts that remained in the back of Shelby’s mind as they ate their food. She kept trying to steer herself away from them. ‘He WILL want more,’ she kept thinking. ‘And then he’ll find out you’re weird.’ She tried her hardest to remind herself that it WASN’T weird, just a preference. That everyone had varying levels of libido, and if hers happened to basically be nothing, that was okay. 

She hoped. 

She just wished she knew how to tell Eric… 

Shelby’s anxious thoughts made her keep reaching for her water glass. She didn’t even know why, no matter how much she drank, it did nothing to quell her nerves about this one subject. By the time they were finished with their meals, Shelby had drained her glass four times, but she’d managed to get lost in conversation enough that she wasn’t freaking out too badly anymore. 

They kept talking as they left the restaurant and got into Eric’s car, and Shelby couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she had forgotten something important. 

“Where do you wanna go next?” Eric asked her. “We can go to the arcade if you’d like. Or to the beach.” He already knew what her favorite places were, so it was easy to make suggestions. 

“Let’s go to the beach,” Shelby decided. The beach would be a good place to talk about… things. 

“Alright,” Eric said, and they were off. 

As soon as they were out of parking lot, Shelby was hit with a heavy, uncomfortable pressure searing in her lower abdomen, and the realization of what exactly she’d forgotten to do at the restaurant. She’d failed to use the toilet like she’d planned. She shifted her hips to try and get more comfortable. 

The ride to the beach from here was going to be pretty long, but if she ended up getting too desperate she could probably ask for a stop. To her astonishment, she actually found herself blushing at the thought of needing to do that! What the Hell?! She didn’t usually feel shy about needing a piss at all! She didn’t care who heard her mention it, it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal! 

Why did it FEEL like a big deal to tell Eric?!

Whatever. It didn’t matter. She could make it to the beach. She bit her cheek against a small frustrated sound that wanted to escape as she shifted her position again. ‘CAN I? I had all that water before leaving the house, plus even more at the restaurant.’ She had to grind her teeth and cross her ankles at the thought of how much liquid her bladder was going to be faced with soon. It was really, really uncomfortable at the moment, but not an emergency just yet. ‘I can make it. Then Eric will probably have to go too after driving for so long, so it won’t even be awkward.’ She squirmed, pressing her legs together a bit more tightly as her bladder erupted with a harsh spasm, protesting against her thoughts. But, she’d been more desperate than this before, she’d be fine. 

An hour later, Shelby wasn’t nearly as fine as she’d hoped she’d be. The pangs in her bladder had grown from uncomfortable to, honestly, pretty agonizing. Her straining midsection relentlessly pleaded for relief. Shelby was in no position to grant it that relief, though. Instead, she just kept wriggling and squirming and bouncing her knees every now and then, occasionally crossing her legs, tensing up her core muscles against the harsh contractions taking place just below them. 

She still hadn’t made any mention of her desire for a toilet break, she’d kept up conversation with Eric, but the words “Actually, I drank way too much water at the restaurant, and so now I’m really desperate to pee,” had yet to be spoken. 

Or, well, she hadn’t even offered a shorter, less detailed version of that statement. The inside of her cheek was raw and aching from all the times she’d bit down on it to keep from doing so. ‘Oh, I need a freaking piss…’ she thought, squirming in her seat. She kept nervously glancing at Eric, fearful that he was starting to notice it all on his own. But, he seemed to be more focused on driving. 

Shelby hadn't been found out yet, but how much longer could she endure the thrashing in her middle without pee-dancing in a way he COULDN’T miss? Her stomach was doing flip flops from all that awful pressure. ‘How much longer…?’ She looked out the window, trying to guess, because she really didn’t want to ask. Eric would wonder why she wanted to know, and then she’d have to say it, and… She still couldn’t figure out WHY, but the idea of having to do that made heat twist around inside her chest! 

‘Shit, I have to GO!’ An almost inaudible whimper escaped from her throat as she bounced her legs. Her bladder was furious with her, convulsing so violently that she was beginning to worry she WOULDN’T be able to hold it all the way to the beach. Another harsh pulse and she was crossing her legs with a groan, fingers curling around the fabric covering her knees. She kept bouncing, tightening her grip. 

Much to her relief, she saw they were starting to get close. They just had to get over a bridge and down a few more streets. It was maybe half an hour, perhaps even less. She knew she had to wait now, they were too close to be making a stop. She squeezed her eyes shut and pleaded with herself to wait. 

Five minutes later, they’d reached the bridge, and Shelby was so desperate she was unable to sit still at all anymore. Her bladder loudly demanded release right then and there. ‘Oh… Fuckfuckfuck… I have to go so bad! Only… Just thirty more minutes, you can do that!’ She caught her lip between her teeth as she fought against her need. Her hands inched away from her knees, reaching her mid-thigh now. God, she just wanted to hold herself! 

As she kept fidgeting, it hit her that the car wasn’t even moving. She opened her eyes and to her immense horror, she saw they were now stuck in traffic. ‘Fuck…’ she thought, stomach twirling with dismay. They were on a bridge, in the middle lane, caught in barely moving traffic. Even if she gave up and told Eric she needed to go, it wouldn’t do any good. There was nowhere to pull over, and nowhere for Shelby to go. She was trapped now with no way to pee, and getting to the point where she really couldn’t NOT pee. 

Minutes ticked away at an agonizingly slow rate as Shelby writhed in her seat. It was like the realization of how stuck she was had prompted all of the liquid in her body to fill her bladder straight away. The urge had gone from bad to terrible, she needed a pee so much that she was in pain. Her bladder was straining against her seat belt. Jesus Christ, the fucking seat belt… She felt like she was going to die and that the horrific strangulation brought on by that awful strap was only hastening her demise. 

Every time Eric inched forward in the traffic and then hit the brakes, the seat belt would tighten more around Shelby’s middle, it felt like getting stabbed in the gut over and over and over again. Her midsection ached and cold sweat glided down her back, heart beating wildly with panic as each agonizing pulse inside her bladder proved to be worse than the one before it. ‘I can’t hold it, I can’t… It’s gonna come out!’ She squirmed more violently, no longer cognizant enough to care if Eric noticed. 

A car bolted in front of them, forcing Eric to slam hard on the brakes at the very last second. This, of course, just made Shelby’s seat belt jerk so hard against her rock-hard bladder that she couldn’t contain it. She whimpered, body shaking and all her muscles going as tight as she could get them, but it wasn’t enough. A gush of heat sloshed into her pants. Horrified, she slammed her hands between her legs and bent double over herself to bring it to a stop. For an absolutely awful, terrifying, painful second, Shelby was scared that it was over and she was going to completely drench herself where she sat. That second grew into two, then three, and then her stream was brought down to simple dripping. One more second, and it had ceased completely, leaving her shaking hard and panting. She couldn’t move though, she’d definitely resume going if she did that. 

“You’ve gotten really quiet,” Eric said, still not looking away from the road. “Am I boring you?” 

“N—No,” Shelby promised. Her bladder was furious, a hard angry lump in her middle, throbbing tyrannically because she’d cut its relief short. “W—Will be at the beach soon?” 

“There’s a lot of traffic,” Eric pointed out. “But, we should be there soon.” 

“Mmmf… Okay…” Shelby said. She wasn’t even sure why she’d asked him. She knew the answer already. Asking him wasn’t going to get her to a toilet any faster. 

“Sick of being stuck here with me?” 

“No!” Shelby promised, squirming roughly again. “I just… Um… I… I have to use the bathroom.” 

“Once we’re off the bridge, it should be twenty minutes, can you wait until—“ Eric turned, and when he saw the state Shelby was in, he stopped talking. Twenty minutes, plus however long it would take to get to the other side of the bridge… That didn’t look possible at all. 

Eric blushed hard and looked back at the road. He felt, somehow, like he was intruding on something extremely private. He’d never seen a girl get desperate to pee before… It felt weird to watch. “I might have an empty bott— Oh, I guess girls can’t go in bottles, huh?” 

Shelby twisted up on herself and moaned. Most girls probably couldn’t do that very easily, but perhaps SHE could? She had better control over the direction of her stream than most, after all. If Eric had a bottle with an opening that wasn’t too tiny, she could at least try… 

Try to… Piss into a bottle in front of him… 

‘You piss in front of your brother all the time,’ Shelby reminded herself. But, that was totally different! Being partially naked around him didn’t matter to her because they’d seen each other like that when they were little. She shook her head, sweat pouring down her face. She needed the toilet so much she was feeling nauseas. Her stomach ached in time with the pulses from her bladder. A mix of hot and cold sweat trailed down her back. ‘Fuckfuck… I have to pee so bad! I don’t think I can make it…’ 

An incredibly violent spasm tore through her, prompting her to gasp and clutch herself more tightly, but this did nothing to stop the oncoming deluge of urine from being ejected into her clothes. This leak was much more powerful than the previous one had been, and so much more difficult to stop. It made her whimper and flail and fold herself in half while wet heat spread itself out below her hands. ‘No! Stop! Please! Not in Eric’s car! Not right in front of him! Fuck, shit, it’s coming out!’ Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. It took seven full seconds of relief mixed with horror before the leak finally stopped, and she could feel warmth and slickness between her thighs, her pants starting to cling to her. She shook and refused to move from her hunched position. 

“Shelby… A—Are you alright?” Eric asked, having witnessed her sudden increase in squirming from the corner of his eye. 

Shelby nodded dully, even though she wasn’t alright at all. 

“It will be soon,” Eric said softly. “Hang in there.” 

“O—Okay…” Shelby moaned, incapable of banishing the whine from her voice. 

Time seemed to start moving even slower, torturing Shelby even more. She couldn’t remember why she’d been so nervous about this date anymore, couldn’t remember why she’d felt the need to drink so much to calm down. All she could remember was that she needed to pee so, so fucking badly. Even when she tried to think of something different, she didn’t get far before she was back to thinking about how much she wanted a toilet. She looked at the car’s clock after she was certain four hours must have gone by, but it had only been two minutes. Two minutes of awful, billowing pressure and pain. 

Shelby moaned and leaned against the window. ‘I’m gonna explode, I’m gonna explode…’ her vision fogged up as tears filled her eyes. It hurt, it hurt, it fucking hurt… But, she had to hold it. Eric would never go out with her again if she wet in his car. He’d probably even stop being her friend after that, too. 

Eric’s mind was buzzing. This was an absolutely awful first date. He’d fucked up with women before, but taking a girl out and getting her stuck somewhere until she pissed herself had to take the cake. He felt bad for her and wondered why she hadn’t said anything about this sooner. Anyone else would have, HE certainly would have! It just didn’t make any sense to him. 

Whatever had been going through Shelby’s mind to lead to this, Eric was determined to get her to a bathroom in time. She’d never want to go out with him again if she pissed herself in front of him. It could even destroy their entire friendship if she became too embarrassed to even look at him afterwards. “I—It’s not that much further,” he promised. “Five minutes?” 

Shelby nodded gratefully. She hoped that was true. They’d been off the bridge for a while, she realized now. But, the closer they got to the beach, the bumpier the road got. Each time the car shook, Shelby’s bladder got shaken up as well. Her body was too worn out and exhausted to deal with that, every few seconds she released a spurt into her already damp pants. ‘Please, please stop!’ she begged herself. ‘You’re so close! You can make it! You can’t pee yourself now!’ She moaned in pain as she twisted herself up even more. 

The beach was finally in view, Shelby salivated at the sight of it, jiggling. She was gonna pee soon. She was gonna pee so, so soon… Just a little bit more… Hold it, hold it… She fidgeted and flailed, one hand wedged between her thighs, the other clamped around the door handle, eager to fling it open so she could at last have some relief. 

Finally, they’d parked. Shelby opened the car door and slowly stepped out… She’d forgotten how far the beach’s toilets were from the parking lot. It wouldn’t have been a big deal any other time, but she knew if she made one misstep, she wouldn’t NEED those toilets anymore. Her likes were twitching and shaking and her bladder buzzed sharply, making her whine and wince and clutch herself, and she couldn’t make it… She couldn’t walk all the way there without exploding. It was too much, too far. It wasn’t possible. 

Urine gushed out to run down her legs and she felt more tears now as it hit her that she’d held it all that time and was going to have an accident anyway. At least it wouldn’t be inside Eric’s car… Her bladder burned, pressing so hard against her sphincter, the weight growing heavier and heavier. The dribble grew into a small torrent, re-soaking her pants. 

Eric was unsure at first why she wasn’t running to the toilets, then he figured it out— Shelby couldn’t walk. Eric stepped closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder, which only managed to startle Shelby. She winced and moaned as more urine hissed out of her. 

Eric knew she was out of time, so he moved as fast as he could. “Come on, let me help…” He assisted her in taking tiny, pained steps into the cover of some bushes lining the parking lot. Gushes of pee rushed out of her with every step, making her squirm and dance in an effort to reign the spills back in before she could keep moving. Finally, they’d reached the bushes. “Just— Just squat here, okay?” he said. “I won’t let anybody see, and I won’t look either. 

“T—Turn around…” Shelby pleaded. 

Eric did. He heard Shelby’s zipper being pulled, and immediately after that came the harsh rush of liquid. Eric’s heart started to sink. He hadn’t heard her pulling her pants down, and he was sure that hadn’t been enough time for her to squat down. She’d finally totally lost control at the VERY last second. 

Except, Shelby was moaning… And not a ‘Fuck, I’m pissing myself!’ dismayed sort of moan, either. An ‘Oh my God, this feels so much better’ euphoric kind of moan. Maybe it was just such a relief to let go that she didn’t care it was an accident? Or… Something? 

Either way, he was sure she needed some comfort now… Tilting his head very slightly, he was about to ask if she was alright, but— 

What the Hell? 

Eric hadn’t turned around that far, but he could see a clear jet of urine streaming out from the fly of Shelby’s jeans as she stood there releasing her torrent. She looked just like a guy letting go at a urinal, her shoulders back and her legs parted. 

“What—“ he clamped his mouth shut, realizing too late that he’d spoken out loud. 

Shelby had been enjoying the blissful relief of her bladder depleting itself of all those waters, gently shrinking its way back down to its proper size. But, just as the haze of desperation really started to clear away, she heard Eric speak. 

And she knew he’d looked at her after all, had seen her piss like a man, and she had no idea what he could be thinking now. 

“I— I— I had to go too bad to pull my pants down all the way!” Shelby stammered out, knowing that didn’t do much to answer the questions surely on Eric’s mind. “A—And I don’t like squatting, and— Hey, I told you not to look, remember?!” 

Eric had already spun back around. “I’m s—sorry!” he said. “I thought— I thought you were wetting yourself, I wanted to make sure you were— I’m sorry!” His face flushed pink as he tried to give her more privacy while she finished. He could still hear it, could still hear every hiss and splash of her stream, the force of it never wavering. God… He’d noticed damp spots on her pants and knew she’d leaked more than once, yet she was still pissing strong over a minute after she’d started? “H—How bad did you have to go?!” he asked before he could stop himself. 

“So bad…” Shelby muttered.

“Why didn’t you ask me to stop? I would have!” Eric’s tone almost came across as scolding. 

There wasn’t an answer to that one, just the loud sound of the last of Shelby’s urine splashing to the ground, then her zipper being pulled again. She looked down at herself, there were wet patches all down her legs, and she could feel the back of her pants was soaked. 

At least they were at a beach… If she went in the ocean for a bit, all of that would get washed away. “I didn’t say anything sooner because I was… Nervous. And embarrassed,” she said. “I don’t even know why. We’ve been friends forever, so that should make this easier, right?” 

“I thought so, too,” Eric said. “But, it just… It makes it HARDER. I’m scared that if we don’t work as a couple, then we won’t be able to be friends anymore, either. And I don’t want that.” 

“That’s what I’m scared of too,” Shelby said, walking closer to the beach. She wanted to get in the water so that she’d hopefully smell a little less like she’d pissed herself. 

“Um…” Eric stood behind her for a bit. “You peed like a guy,” he stated bluntly. 

“Yeah,” Shelby said, turning away. “I can… I can just do that. There’s a trick I learned. And, I was just in a hurry, and crouching takes so much longer, and I TOLD you to turn around so you wouldn’t notice.” 

“I’m sorry,” Eric said. “It was an…” he trailed off. He’d been about to say ‘accident’, but seeing as how Shelby was still pretty thoroughly soaked that didn’t seem appropriate. “I didn’t mean to. And I don’t care if you pee weird— Weird for a girl anyway, I guess— It doesn’t matter. I’m actually sort of glad I didn’t accidentally see you… Y’know, half-naked. Like you’d have to be if you were squatting— N—Not that I think you look bad, or— I just don’t wanna invade your privacy, I mean.” 

Shelby kept looking away. His stammering, half-formed thoughts felt like a good time to bring… Things up. “Um… There’s actually something I wanted to tell you about. It’s part of why I was so nervous. I just think it’s important for you to know about it, so that if it’s a problem we don’t get hurt too badly. That happened with the last couple people I went out with.” She was rambling now, and made herself stop. 

“What?” Eric asked. “Are you secretly an agent for the CIA, and if we get together I have to promise not to tell anyone about the aliens underneath the White House?” 

“Heh, no…” Shelby said. “I’m… Uh, you know how most people want to have their… Their private parts touched, and… Stuff?” 
“Er—“ 

“I don’t,” Shelby said. “I don’t feel the… I don’t know. I guess there’s some feeling you’re supposed to get when you want to have sex, except I’ve never felt it.” 

“This isn’t because of—“ 

“It’s not,” Shelby interrupted. “I don’t think so, anyway. If that was it, then thinking about sex would make me feel scared. But, it doesn’t make me feel scared. It makes me feel… Nothing. Maybe just sort of grossed out, but that’s all.” 

“But, you still DO want to go out with me, right?” 

“Yeah,” Shelby said. “When I think about… About kissing you, or just cuddling, that makes me feel good. And I like spending time with you. I have romantic feelings, I guess. But, the sexual ones never come with them.” 

“Do you think that will change?” Eric asked. 

Shelby shook her head. “I tried a few things to see if it would. I tried to… Find out what an orgasm felt like, because I figured then I’d understand why I should want sex. I had one, and I guess it did feel good, but I was also just like ‘Okay, so that’s IT?’” 

“You’re sure it won’t change?” 

Shelby’s chest tightened. Sounded like this was going to be a problem after all. “I’m sorry. I’m pretty sure this is just how I’m going to be forever. That’s why I wanted to tell you now, so that if you NEED that kind of thing, you’ll know to end this before we get too deep. If it’s too much then… I just don’t want it to be a situation where either I have to do things I don’t want to do, or you have to be in a relationship that doesn’t give you everything you want.” 

“Shelby, I would never MAKE you do something that you don’t want, especially not sexual things,” Eric said. “I was just checking that you’re sure about this, that’s all.” 

“I’m sure. I can’t change it. I’m sor—“ 

“Because I don’t want this to turn out to be too good to be true,” Eric explained. 

“Huh?” 

“All day, I’ve been wondering how to tell you that I’m asexual, in case you want us to start getting more physical,” Eric laughed. “And now it turns out I was worried for no reason, because we’re the same!” 

Shelby felt some weight lift off her shoulders, but that only made her feel more embarrassed by her partial accident. She’d only gotten so desperate because she’d stressed herself out over something that, ultimately, hadn’t been a problem. “That’s awesome,” she told him. “Now I REALLY wish I hadn’t drank so much to calm myself down.” 

Eric laughed. “Let’s go play in the ocean for a bit, that’ll cover everything up.”

[TheSecretOmoAccount 33]

Written for the Omovember prompt "While Undercover". I hope this one fits, I had a little trouble with this prompt.

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Every so often, the senior class would have to speak at an assembly for the younger grades in the auditorium. They mostly just each had to read off something generic about school spirit and the policies that needed to be followed. The seniors hated trying to instill excitement about a football team that hadn’t won a game in three years, or trying to explain how ‘important’ it was that nobody dye their hair. The younger grades hated being packed into the auditorium and forced to listen to something they’d already heard hundreds of times before. 

Shelby hated having to be on stage THIS time for two reasons; First, she’d been tasked with reading off something about the incredibly unfair dress code. The one that said guys could basically wear whatever they wanted so long as they didn’t go shirtless, while girls would be suspended for the day if their knees or elbows were visible. It really sucked when it was a hundred degrees outside and she had to wear long pants while all the guys could wear shorts and tank tops. 

Second; as she stood in line for the microphone, Shelby was fighting against an extremely harsh pressure in her middle, along with twinges of nervousness. Even after she finished HER stupid recitation, she’d still have to wait for everyone behind her in line to finish theirs before she could use the toilet. These assemblies could last a while, and her bladder was sure to only ache more and more. 

By the time she was next in line, she was already crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs. At first, she was grateful that her turn was coming up, thinking that she may be able to sneak out of the auditorium and use the restroom somehow, but then she felt her urethra flare rather painfully. Squeezing her eyes shut, she released a mix between a harsh groan and a strained gasp, tensing her legs more and more. She quickly came to the pretty frightening realization that there was, indeed, some chance of her soaking her pants while she stood at the microphone. 

Trying not to let that terror get the better of her, she took several steadying breaths before forcing herself to take her spot at the front of the line. 

And then, she read the paper she’d been given. ‘God…’ she thought as the words left her mouth. ‘Who wrote this crap?’ “Ladies,” she began. “Modesty is important.” She fought hard not to sigh. ’The Hell is immodest about wearing shorts during the Summer in god damned Florida? It’s not like anybody comes to school in a swimsuit…’ It was even harder for her to read the page when she was fighting against a bladder that was consistently begging for relief. Crossing her legs so tight they felt numb barely helped anymore, and being forced to say things that she so vehemently disagreed with made it worse. 

“‘When you come to school in provocative clothing, such as shorts or T-shirts, you are distracting your male classmates from their learning environment,’” she rattled off, unsure what could be so hot about a kneecap or an ankle. More panic bubbled within her as she felt her bladder spasm hard, her pee-hole twitching as her holding muscles strained to hold everything back. The harsh thudding against her sphincters made Shelby move her hips from side to side as if she were dancing, squeezing her thighs tautly together. She rushed through the rest of her paper, then hurriedly joined the other members of her class that had already had their turns. 

With some dismay, she counted the ones that still hadn’t gone, trying to gauge how much longer she’d have to stand here and hold it. She felt more sharp pokes and prods against her urethra, and she rocked from side to side, fighting to calm them down. They just kept coming though, wave after wave of horrific need. 

Her brother joined her next. “Shelby…” he whispered with concern. watching her jogging in place. “Are you alright?” 

“Dying for a piss,” Shelby answered, her voice strained and hoarse. “And, if I ever have to read that sexist shit out loud again, I’m gonna egg the principal’s house.” 

“Don’t do that again,” Emmett said. “Last time, Dad yelled at ME too for not stopping you. I was like, ‘she didn’t even say she was gonna—‘“ 

“Shhh,” Shelby hushed, noticing one of the teachers at the front of the audience was looking at them. Emmett was so bad at breaking rules, he didn’t even know to keep an eye on who was watching before talking out of turn. 

And NOW that teacher was apparently going to KEEP watching them, so Shelby’s chances of sneaking out for a pee were obliterated to nothing. As more time wore on, each second weighing heavily inside her bladder, she was overcome with the urge to reach down and cup her crotch, giving her very tired holding muscles a little assistance. She was embarrassed enough doing her little, fidgety dance up on stage though. There was still at least SOME chance that, even if someone noticed how much she was moving, they hadn’t figured out she was bursting for the toilet— It would be obvious if she started holding onto her crotch. 

Her hands kept inching in that direction though. Twice, she caught them creeping a little too close for comfort and she’d have to force them back to her sides, clenching them into fists. She knew if she DID grab herself, she wouldn’t be able to let go. 

At last, the final person had spoken, and the principal stood at the microphone to reiterate all the rules again, and then it was over. Everyone was dismissed. Finally… 

Shelby shoved her way backstage, rushing towards the exit door. Out in the halls, she rushed as quickly as she could, fully aware that she could end up getting BEATEN to all of the toilets in the school and being forced to wait in line. Her bladder could NOT handle a line, she had to get there FIRST, so she had to RUN no matter how much it made the pee within her try to come out! 

Immediately after having that thought, the pressure against her aching opening grew even worse, forcing her to stop completely. “Oh no,” Shelby whimpered softly. “No, no, no, no…” 

While she fought to regain control over the horrific spasm sweeping through her, she overheard the distinct voices of two girls she knew all too well. They were getting closer a lot faster than Shelby was okay with, and she started panicking even more when she felt a warm squirt of urine spurt its way into her clothes. Now, once those girls turned the corner, they were going to see Shelby practically pissing herself— 

No. Unacceptable. No way in Hell. She clenched her thighs as tight as possible, shoved her hands between her legs at last, and forced herself to start running again even faster than before. She managed to dart around another corner mere seconds before those two girls would have been able to see her. 

‘Okay, dodged them,’ Shelby thought. No longer being able to hear them brought Shelby a lot of relief— Just not the sort of relief she DESPERATELY needed right now. 

After turning a few more corners and making her way down a couple more hallways, she was finally inches away from a women’s room. She shoved the door aside and darted into a stall. Finally… As fast as she could, and while stomping her feet against the tiled floor with needy urgency, she shoved her pants down and took a seat on the toilet. 

Truth be told, she’d been WANTING to stand up, the extra time it took to pull down her pants had allowed three more dribbles of urine to dot her underwear and could have been avoided if she’d stood— But, she’d NEVER stood to go at school, if someone she knew saw her do it… If the girls she’d nearly run into in the halls saw her… 

Besides, she’d been standing up for a while in the auditorium, and her legs had gotten sore from the continued tension flaring all through her body. It felt pretty good to get off her feet. But that was NOTHING compared to what she was about to feel. She let out a long sigh as she was at last able to let go of her bladder… Or so she thought. 

After just a drop or two had managed to plink into the water below her, Shelby’s eardrums were assailed by a heavy banging noise, followed by footsteps, and voices… Voices Shelby knew too well. 

Immediately upon recognizing them, Shelby instinctively clenched her opening again and crossed her legs, but not without another trickle of pee forcing itself out of her. Her lungs tightened— What if they’d heard? She tucked her hands against her bare crotch, and it took all she had not to whimper aloud, practically doubling over with the pain of having to resume holding again when she’d been so sure it was time to go… 

“God, I hate those fucking assemblies,” a smug voice declared— Samantha Blaire; A girl whom, years ago, had decided she just hated Shelby’s guts and wanted to make sure she knew it. Shelby didn’t even really know WHY. 

“Yeah,” another voice— Jessica Travis, Samantha’s best friend. 

“Like, do they really think the other grades are gonna follow the rules better just because WE read off the stupid cue cards?” Samantha asked. 

“I guess they figure if they hear something they think is ‘cool’ say it…” Jessica said. 

Shelby watched beneath the gap in her stall door, noticing Jessica tapping a foot, then rubbing that foot against the opposite ankle before crossing them for a second. 

“And did you notice what Shelby was doing?” Samantha asked. 

“Huh?”

“Shaking her ass while she read that crap about the dress code,” Samantha stated. 

Shelby’s face flushed scarlet. Was THAT how it looked? She’d just been trying not to piss her pants… 

“I didn’t really notice,” Jessica said. “Why? You think she was trying to get some dude to look at her?” 

“Some dudeS,” Samantha emphasized. “You know she’s a slut, right?” 

Every word from Samantha’s mouth was like a knife to Shelby’s chest, and made her even more determined to hold her bladder at bay. She wasn’t going to let Samantha catch her in here. It was bad enough overhearing Samantha say those things, Shelby didn’t want them thrown directly in her face. She had to hold it… Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. 

Holding it in while sitting on a toilet with her pants down was the hardest god damned thing in the world, though. The porcelain beneath her thighs, the fabric bunched up around her legs, the sight of the locked stall door right in front of her… So many things telling her body that it was time to release… 

Her mind whirled as she wriggled painfully against the toilet seat, hands still clasping her opening for dear life. Was there some way she could pee silently? She tended to have really forceful, hissy streams— Especially when she was this desperate! Could she maybe control the flow, let it out super super slowly so it wasn’t audible? 

No, if she relaxed at all, it was all gonna pour out. No way could she just pee a drop at a time. She didn’t think ANYONE could do that. 

Could she hold wads of toilet paper against her crotch and let her bladder out into it? Would that be silent? 

She didn’t think so… And she couldn’t take the risk. 

Maybe if she sat really far forward so that her pee wouldn’t land into the water inside the bowl? 

Well, no. That wouldn’t be ‘silent’ either. When she stood, she sometimes aimed away from the water and it still made SOME noise. Shelby needed to be totally silent! 

Which meant there was NO way for her to piss. 

Ohhh, how long were they gonna be in here for?! 

“Ironic they had HER read the stuff about the dress code,” Samantha was saying. “And then she goes and dances like she’s at a strip club.” 

“I— I don’t know,” Jessica said. “I didn’t even notice she was dancing at ALL…” she trailed off. “We’re gonna be late for class,” she complained. “And I still need to actually USE the bathroom, remember?” 

“Oh, alright,” Samantha said. “I’d better go, too.” 

Shelby heard two more stalls getting shut and locked, then the muffled noise of clothing being moved. She tensed every muscle she had as she braced against what came next. 

A second later, the sound of urine spraying into toilet bowls echoed throughout the room. 

“Ahhhhhhhhhh….” Jessica sighed. 

“Mmmmm….” Samantha responded. “God, this feels SO much better… I don’t think I realized how bad I had to go.” 

“Told you,” Jessica said. “Those stupid assemblies are always crazy-long. I’m surprised I was the only one totally bursting by the end of it.” 

The two girls kept peeing, the hiss of their streams making Shelby’s situation worse and worse as her bladder pleaded to be allowed to join them. The noises were like sirens, trying to draw out everything Shelby was fighting her hardest to hold back. She squirmed roughly on her seat, crossing her legs as tight as she could handle. The hands clamped against her opening were getting wet with sweat— Oh, please, let it just be sweat… 

“You know what I’ve heard?” Samantha asked, and Shelby heard her pulling her pants back up before flushing the toilet. 

Jessica, still releasing a torrent that was making Shelby shudder, asked; “What?” 

“I’ve heard Shelby pisses like a boy.” 

“Huh?” Jessica laughed. “What do you mean?” 

An intense amount of shame filled Shelby’s chest. How— How did Samantha find out? Who told? Emmett wouldn’t do that, neither would Nova or Eric, and the only other person who knew was her Dad and why the Hell would HE tell anybody about it? So then HOW? 

“I mean she pisses like a boy,” Samantha repeated, banging her stall door open. “Standing up.” 

“That’s not possible,” Jessica said. “She’s a girl.” 

“Oh, but she DOES,” Samantha said. “One of my sisters was at the movie theater a while ago, she says she saw it while she was waiting in line for a stall. Shelby ran in there like she was about to pee her pants and then she used the toilet while standing up.” 

Shelby felt all the air leave her lungs. It was her own fault Samantha knew. It was her own fault for standing to pee in a public restroom where someone would notice. 

“So,” Samantha continued. “Shelby must have something she’s not telling anyone about.” 

“Nuh-uh,” Jessica said. “I saw her at the pool once in a swimsuit.” 

“Fair enough,” Samantha replied. “Then, I guess this just happens when someone doesn’t have a mom around to teach them how to be a girl.” 

Shelby felt like she was being kicked in the face with those words, the tears threatening to gush from her eyes like the urine from her bladder. She didn’t know which was more unbearable, the emotional pain of Samantha’s words, or the physical pain of holding back her pee. She couldn’t let herself cry. Couldn’t let herself pee… Couldn’t let Samantha notice and find out how deep she’d managed to cut… 

“Jesus,” Samantha said. “Aren’t you done yet?” 

“I really needed to go,” Jessica said. 

“Well, I’ll save you a seat in the next class,” Samantha said, washing her hands and leaving. 

Shelby kept listening to Jessica pee, rocking silently back and forth on the toilet. After five more agonizing seconds, she heard some toilet paper being ripped, clothes being rearranged and another flush. Shelby jumped at the loud bang of the stall door, hearing Jessica leave the restroom so fast that she didn’t wash her hands— Shelby supposed she was going to have to tell Emmett not to touch anything she’d touched. 

Shaking, Shelby started to inch her hands away from her crotch, worried that Samantha or Jessica would come back in at any second. Once she was convinced they weren’t returning, she removed her hands with a heavy sigh. She finally let her holding muscles ease as she leaned back, entering a state of blissful relief. 

“Ahhhhhhhhhh….” Shelby moaned, piss jetting out of her and splashing loudly and violently into the bowl. The sensation of her bladder draining after all this time made her back arch and spine shudder. She was twitching and trembling. The feelings of release were so extreme it was almost like a full body massage working out all the tension that had accumulated in her body today. Her eyelids fluttered gently shut, and she could actually FEEL the way her bladder was shrinking. 

After over a minute, her bladder was spent, finally dry and empty. Shelby was still shaking as she continued sitting on the toilet, trying to relax and readjust to a world in which she wasn’t struggling to hold a barrel of pee.

She got up onto her weak, jelly-like legs and flushed the toilet before pulling up her pants and zipping them. “Ahhh…” she sighed once more. That was better… 

She washed her hands off, but when she saw her reflection in the mirror, all of Samantha’s words rushed back to her mind and all the euphoria of her relief fled from it. 

Was she just… Bad at being a girl? Was she bad at it because her Mom wasn’t around? Shelby didn’t even know there was a right and wrong way to be a girl, it was supposed to be one of those things a person just WAS, right? 

When her Mom was alive, she’d never told Shelby any specific things she was supposed to do or NOT do because she was a girl. Mom hadn’t tried to steer her away from things people said were more for boys, or towards things people said were more for girls. And she hadn’t done the reverse for Emmett. Neither of their parents had. They saw that Shelby liked video games and computers and that Emmett liked reading and taking care of animals, and they’d never said anything was wrong with that. Mom didn’t make Shelby bake cookies, Dad didn’t make Emmett play sports. 

Shelby found herself wondering more about Samantha. Did Samantha’s Mom make her do certain things a certain way because she was a girl? Was that why she’d said that? Shelby was surprised, but she actually felt bad for her bully if that was the case.

[TheSecretOmoAccount 33]

The teacher leading this overnight field trip had claimed that he selected the groups based on how well he’d noticed students getting along during school hours. But, Shelby wasn’t that sure she believed him. Because, while Nova WAS her best friend and she DID love her brother, the other two members of her group were the last people she’d EVER want to spend time with.

The feeling was more than mutual, of course. Samantha and Jessica didn’t like being around Shelby any more than Shelby liked being around them. Unfortunately, they were now about to spend several hours trapped in a car together. Jessica’s mom was one of the chaperones for this trip, and had agreed to drive the students whom were part of Jessica’s group in order to free up space on the bus.

Shelby thought she’d prefer the noisy bus to being stuck in a confined space with Samantha and Jessica. Not that she could actually SAY that in front of one of their mothers. At least Nova and Emmett were going to be with her as well.

That DID mean the car was sort of crowded, though. Shelby was wedged between Emmett and Nova in the very back seat, while Samantha and Jessica had plenty of room to themselves in the middle. It wouldn’t have been that terrible, but any time Shelby tried to speak to HER friends, Samantha would turn around to glare at her. “Jessica and I are having a conversation, could you please stop talking with your annoying voice?”

That was one of Samantha’s favorite things to say, she HATED Shelby’s voice for whatever reason. Shelby didn’t really understand why. In fact, she USED to think her voice was nice since she’d always gotten picked to sing in school plays back during elementary school. To her, it didn’t sound like her voice had changed THAT significantly as she’d gotten older, but maybe it had.

She was sort of irritated with herself for even THINKING about that so much to begin with. She had no idea why, but Samantha had a way of SERIOUSLY getting into her head. Not many people could do that. She’d been insulted and called mean things by bullies in the past, and Samantha was the only one who’d ever been able to cut her deeply and make her feel like shit.

Maybe that was because Samantha was a girl? Everyone else who’d ever picked on her had been a guy. Shelby knew how to handle guys. She knew what retorts to use against them to make them knock it off. Shelby had a suspicion that tiny dick jokes weren’t going to faze Samantha very much.

The WAY Samantha picked on her differed from what guys tended to do as well. Samantha was more… meticulous. She zeroed in on anything she noticed that could be hurtful to Shelby and then refuse to let up about it for weeks at a time. And, sometimes what she said wouldn’t even be a blunt insult, but something more coded. She’d often make a comment that sounded almost NICE, the real intent only noticeable by Shelby herself and not by anyone else who’d overheard. Things like “Hey, your hair actually looks good today for once!”

Whatever the reason, Samantha’s taunts tended to stick with Shelby even when she knew that they shouldn’t. They made her second-guess herself, and sometimes even feel ashamed of things that had once been a source of pride for her.

Like that day in the restroom… Shelby had never wanted any of her classmates to find out that she peed standing up, she knew a lot of them would think it was weird. But, the things Samantha had said about it, and then bringing her mother into it to explain that she just didn’t know ‘how’ to be a girl… To her complete dismay, Shelby had been having trouble standing to pee lately.

She hadn’t forgotten HOW or anything, when she did it, it worked as well as it ever had. But, she felt… Off about it, like this act of ‘rebellion’ was supposed to be off limits to her for a REASON. Like she wasn’t just going against the grain and doing her own thing, but instead doing something really wrong.

She was aware that was idiotic, particularly since she couldn’t put into words WHY it would be ‘wrong’, and was merely repeating Samantha’s statements to herself— Statements that she knew she shouldn’t even give a second’s thought to. If Samantha hadn’t brought up Mom, Shelby was sure she wouldn’t have dwelled on it so much. But, since Samantha HAD done that, Shelby couldn’t stop thinking about it, and if Mom would be disturbed by Shelby’s ‘talent’ if she’d been around to find out about it.

It was that asinine worry which had been causing Shelby to struggle. She’d head to the toilet and get ready to pee standing up, and have a very difficult time relaxing her body enough to actually GO. She still managed to get the flow started sometimes, but far more often she’d be forced to give up and just sit down instead.

The most annoying bathroom trips were the ones in which she was able to START peeing standing up, only for the stream to randomly cut off before she was done when she began to stress out again. That always really hurt! Her bladder would roll over inside her, and her holding muscles would basically catch fire. Even if she hadn’t been desperate before, if her relief was interrupted, she’d suddenly feel as though she was about to pop, scrambling to sit down so that she could hopefully finish up.

Shelby wished she could just FORGET about Samantha’s stupid comments. Samantha’s only goal in life was, as far as Shelby could tell, just to make other people feel bad. As many as she possibly could. She was just mean for the sake of being mean, and Shelby shouldn’t let that get to her! She certainly shouldn’t let it make it hard to pee!

She also shouldn’t just follow Samantha’s order to stay quiet through the entirety of this car ride. In fact, she should talk LOUDER just to spite her!

Shelby tried to think of something to talk about and, unfortunately, only one topic came to mind right away.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have spent the last few minutes thinking about her newfound urinary difficulty. Focusing on the subject of pee had been rather suggestive to her bladder, and the pee she’d had at home that morning now felt like it had been a little too long ago. Her bladder was tingling in a way that was both utterly annoying and completely impossible to ignore. This was not an emergency, she could definitely hold it in for a bit longer, but now that she’d NOTICED the growing pressure it became the only thing she could feel.

She shifted slightly, adjusting her position in an attempt to shift the weight within her bladder. The tingling faded away for a second, but then came back just as strong as before. “How long have we been driving?” She asked. The drive was supposed to be around four hours.

Nova looked at her watch. “About thirty minutes.”

Shelby frowned, unsure if her bladder would be willing to tolerate it for that long. Her need to empty it was only going to increase with time. It WAS only increasing now. She swore the severity felt worse than it had a couple minutes ago. “O—Okay,” she said. It was a long drive and, she knew that by the end of it she wouldn’t be the ONLY one in need of a toilet break. Maybe they’d even stop somewhere once they got to the half-way point. Once EVERYONE needed to go, it would only make sense.

Beside her, Nova was looking at her watch in dismay. To her, it had felt like they’d been in this car WAY longer than just thirty minutes. But, that was probably just because time was moving at a snail’s pace for her, each minute stretching itself out to an absurd degree. All thanks to a very stupid mistake Nova had made earlier that morning.

Namely, she’d forgotten to pee before leaving her house, and then she hadn’t had time to use the bathroom at school before she had to get into this car. Which meant she was now holding in everything that had accumulated in her bladder during the night, which she was beginning to realize was an awful lot. It was so much that she didn’t understand how she could have neglected the toilet while she’d been getting ready for school.

She’d been sitting with her legs crossed ever since the drive had begun, doing her best to simply squeeze them together rather than bounce them around and make her problem obvious. It was sort of working, but now one of her feet was beginning to go numb from the lack of circulation. What Nova really wanted was to ask for a stop, but she knew it hadn’t been long enough yet. Doubtless, she was the only one that needed to pee yet, and she didn’t think many of the others would be willing to pull over just for her.

She just had to hold off until more people needed to go. Which, she hoped, would be soon.

As more time passed, and every bump in the road made Nova feel like her bladder was being impaled, she started to glance around the car for signs that someone else was starting to get desperate. She was pretty good at noticing Emmett’s ‘tells’, so she mostly focused on him. She waited for him to tug at his bangs, or tap his fingers against the tops of his knees. He ALWAYS did that when his bladder was getting full.

He wasn’t now.

Nova glanced at Shelby, but she wasn’t squirming, just staring ahead and occasionally sighing, most likely growing bored listening to Samantha and Jessica’s conversation. She didn’t appear to need the toilet either.

Nova couldn’t get a very good view of Samantha and Jessica up ahead of her, but they didn’t seem to be fidgeting around, so Nova accepted that she was going to have to keep waiting. She seriously didn’t want to, however. Her lower stomach felt heavy and actually a little bit bloated. She thought that, if she were at home and experiencing this degree of need, it might be sort of fun in a way. She’d know that she could put a stop to her discomfort any time she wanted to, and that there was no real danger of having an accident.

But, since she was actually just trapped somewhere without a toilet, this was all far more stressful. She didn’t KNOW how long she was going to have to wait, and if it turned out to be TOO long… She’d go right where she was sitting, pee soaking the back of her skirt and puddling in her seat. Shelby and Emmett would be nice about it, but the others wouldn’t. Samantha would mock her ruthlessly, and Jessica and her mom would likely BOTH freak out over the soiled seat.

Nova couldn’t let that happen. She HAD to keep it in. The constant, tense squeezing of her legs seemed to be working to plug her closed so far, but with more liquid being pumped into her bladder every few minutes and every speed-bump causing her abdomen to cramp…

She hoped the stop came soon…

Shelby was struggling not to ask Nova for the time again. She doubted they were much closer yet, anyway. She was frustrated with how rapidly her bladder was filling up. Just, being stuck in a car with nowhere to go was making the need to go worse. The vehicle felt really constraining, like a prison. Being wedged in between two people didn’t help with that. Add onto that how taut her seatbelt was over her sore lower stomach and it was getting really hard not to squirm.

She was so focused on the effort it took not to wriggle around that she failed to notice when the light they were approaching turned red. Jessica’s mom hit the brakes and Shelby’s seat-belt tightened up over her bladder, causing an uncomfortable jolt to shoot straight through it. Instinctively, she lifted one of her feet up into the seat with her, trying to calm her urgency down by pushing her knee to her chest and rocking against her heel.

Ah, she was starting to get kinda desperate… She needed that stop to come really soon! Didn’t anyone else need to go yet? Shelby could barely find a comfortable position anymore, she kept yanking at her seat-belt and shifting, but none of it made her bladder feel any better. She glanced around, and was easily able to deduce that Emmett did NOT need to pee yet. She’d seen her brother desperate so many times that she knew exactly what to look for, so she was certain he was fine now.

Nova looked a little tense. So, it was possible that SHE needed to go, but since she wasn’t moving around Shelby wasn’t sure.

Samantha and Jessica were still chattering, nothing their voices denoted any discomfort.

Shelby was on her own. She was going to need to wait this out a little longer.

About an hour later, Nova was getting generally scared. The last speed-bump they’d hit had been absolute HELL on her. Her bladder had gotten bounced so violently that she swore the pee splashed up to her throat. She was squirming more obviously by then, she just couldn’t HELP it. Her options were to either wriggle around or have an accident and she KNEW which one she preferred.

She’d even started to cup herself, hands pushed against her crotch, pressing into her skirt. Her urethra was aching with the need to just RELAX for a second. Just one second would be Heavenly. A few droplets of her burden being set free to make the rest of it a little easier to hang onto.

But, she knew what would happen if she allowed ANY of it to come out. It would feel just TOO good, and she wouldn’t be able to resist letting the rest go. One drop, and her dam would collapse, drenching her panties, skirt and the leather seat underneath her.

So, she just kept squirming and clutching, begging herself to please, please hang on. She accidentally kicked Shelby a couple times since they were so close together, and she hadn’t been able to help THAT either. She’d just apologized and tried to scoot further away.

But, Shelby had kicked HER once as well, so they were even. After that, Shelby had just opted to pull both her feet up and squeeze them against her crotch. She was getting worried as well. Their destination was still so far away, and the road stretching out ahead of them seemed endless. She doubted she could make it to the end.

Emmett was having trouble as well, his own bladder acting up and forcing him to move. His seat-belt was not helping at all. It wrapped around his bladder no matter which direction he squirmed in or how hard he tried to pull away from it.

Ahead of them, Samantha and Jessica were both jiggling in place. Their conversation had dried up, which was the exact opposite of what had happened to their bladders. Jessica was being perhaps the most dramatic about it out of all of them— Even compared to Nova whom hadn’t peed a drop all day.

Jessica was whimpering and moaning, hands digging between her quivering thighs as she writhed against them. According to her, she was going to pee her pants in about thirty seconds. But, she’d been saying that for about ten minutes now so it was difficult to believe her.

“Calm down,” Samantha admonished her. She was gripping the edge of her seat, her feet tapping frantically and her teeth grinding. “I need to use the bathroom too, but I’m not flipping out over it.”

“B—But, I need to go so bad…” Jessica said. She sort of sounded like she was about to cry. She sort of FELT like she was about to cry. She didn’t think she’d ever fantasized so much about simply being allowed to sit down on a toilet before. This was the emergency to end all emergencies. “I’ve never had to pee this bad!”

“You say that every time you have to go,” Samantha rolled her eyes. She tugged at her seat-belt, trying to pry it away from her bladder to no avail. “Just be patient. I can wait just fine, so you can too.” She turned slightly to the three in the back. “ALL of you can.”

Nova didn’t think she COULD. It had been WELL over half a day since she’d last relieved her bladder and it NEEDED to come out NOW. She’d been the first one to speak up about her need. She’d tried so hard NOT to be, but the pressure she was under was excruciatingly severe and she couldn’t stop herself. Even if she was the only one that needed to go, she needed to go SO bad that they just HAD to pull over for her!

She’d felt like a fool when, immediately after she’d confessed her own need, Shelby did the same thing. “Yeah, I’m bursting too.”

Followed by Jessica, crying out “Ah, finally! I didn’t wanna be the only one to ask!”

Then Samantha, “I could use a stop…”

Emmett HADN’T said anything, but his urgency had become clear enough when he’d started to mess with his hair and fight with his seat-belt. Nova wasn’t sure if his silence on the matter was due to his shyness, or because he just had no intention of using the bathroom at whatever grody gas station they happened to find.
That was actually the crux of their current predicament; They couldn’t actually FIND anywhere to stop. Nova had picked the worst possible moment to finally voice her need, only doing so minutes before they suddenly found themselves caught in a traffic jam.

Apparently, there had been a wreck— Nova tried to avoid thinking of it as an ‘accident’ lest she tempt fate too harshly— and they were going to be stuck for a while. Nova bounced her knees as they crawled forwards, straining to see any signs indicating an exit, indicating relief… She didn’t see anything, and she strained harder against her clenching hands, shifting her hips around before settling into a position where one of her knees was crossed over the other.

Shelby was sure she had it the worst of all of them, if only because she had so little room to wriggle around in. Coiling up in her seat and rocking against her ankles was really ALL she could do. She couldn’t put her feet back down on the floor without them immediately flailing around and kicking both of the people beside her, and… From the looks of Nova, being kicked TOO hard would probably cause an accident— Possibly multiple if the sound of Nova’s spray proved to be too much for the rest of them to handle.

Jessica’s mom was sympathetic, at least. Or, at any rate, she definitely didn’t want to deal with five wet car seats, anyway. She kept apologizing and encouraging them all to hang on, insisting that traffic would HAVE to clear up soon. But then, it seemed she was a bit TOO desperate to ensure at least ONE seat stayed dry, because she said “Emmett… It looks like you’re having an emergency too. If you want, you can just get out and go on the side of the road…”

Jessica moaned that that was ‘sooooo unfair!’ And Samantha stated that it was both ‘unfair’ and ‘disgusting’.

Shelby and Nova both stayed quiet.

Shelby could do that too! She could do it almost as easily as Emmett could! If Samantha weren’t there, Shelby just knew she’d blurt out “M—Me too!” And then go to JOIN him! She doubted the strange nervousness could lock her bladder up NOW, not when she was THIS desperate to let it out!

But Samantha WAS there, and if Shelby gave her irrefutable confirmation that she did, in fact, pee like a guy sometimes… Samantha would say something so cruel that it would stick in Shelby’s head forever.

Nova also knew that SHE could join Emmett. At that point, she didn’t even think she CARED about exposing her ‘talent’ to a few new people. Even if they got weird about it, it was better than soaking herself.

But, Emmett was shaking his head, biting his lip. “I— I don’t want to be mean to them…” he said. “I’ll just—“

“It’s okay!” Nova interrupted frantically. She… She was going to do this, but she wouldn’t do it alone. Going on the side of the road with no one there beside her would be frightening. If Emmett was there, she’d feel safe. She’d feel safe and, more importantly, she’d feel so fucking relieved… “It’s okay!”

Emmett’s hands ceased tugging at his seat-belt and went instead to the latch. There was an uncharacteristic amount of eagerness in his expression, considering he was about to pee outdoors— Something he’d always considered unsanitary. He really DID need to—

“No, it’s not!” Jessica exclaimed. “If I can’t pee, he shouldn’t get to go, either!”

Emmett stopped what he was doing. “I— I’ll hold it…” He bounced his knees for a moment before rubbing his legs together. “I’ll—“ He shut his eyes, drumming his fingers against his thighs. “I— Ah! I can’t—“ He went back to the seat-belt latch and clicked it, one hand moving to his crotch immediately after as he grabbed the door with the other. “I’m sorry— I just—“ He scrambled out of the car.

Nova pulled her OWN door open to follow him, ignoring Jessica’s shouts about ‘fairness’ and Samantha demanding “Where are you going, Nova?!”

Ouch… Ouch… Ouuuuuch!! Nova had had her legs knotted together for SO long that her feet had gone totally numb. They were now stinging as though they were being swarmed by fire-ants, and standing up so suddenly had completely infuriated her bladder. It was throbbing and pulsing and just SEARING, her sphincter erupting with intense pain. She put her hands against herself a second too late, and a spurt of warmth soaked into her underwear against her will.

She hobbled around the car beside Emmett, whom was just pacing back and forth with his hands against his zip. “Ahhh— Gotta— Need some kinda…”

Nova realized what the problem was, the side of the road was nothing but bare grass, no bushes or trees for him to use for privacy. Nova hadn’t really been THINKING too much about what— if anything— she’d use for cover. She’d only been thinking about peeing!

“It’s alright,” Nova told him. “Just try to pretend all the other cars aren’t there…” That was the only thing she could come up with. It was what SHE was planning to do anyway. She doubted her bladder cared too much about the audience at this point anyway.

“Wha—What if there’s a cop car?” Emmett asked.

Of course he’d jump straight to predicting the worst possible outcome…

Nova scanned the road as best she could, bouncing on her heels, just wishing she could tug her panties and GO already… “There aren’t any.”

“… What about UNDERCOVER cop cars?”

“I— I think there might be some lenience if it was an emergency?” Nova suggested. “It’s fine.”

“I don’t kn—“ Emmett’s eyes widened and he immediately turned to face the grass, yanking his zip down loudly.

Nova could only assume he’d just sprung a leak, and she felt dangerously close to having another one of those herself, so she pushed down her underwear and lifted the front of her skirt, positioning her hands. It happened IMMEDIATELY, a strong blast of pee started to douse the grass and a hazy feeling overtook her as she finally relaxed her bladder for the first time all day. “Ahhh…”

She enjoyed the bliss of relief for several seconds before realizing that hers was the only stream erupting. Beside her, Emmett was fidgeting between his feet and whining in the back of his throat, clearly suffering an awful case of ‘stage-fright’. “Come on… Come on… Come on…”

“It’s okay, Emmett…” Nova breathed out, trying to reassure him.

But, it didn’t work. Emmett was utterly unable to pee, just kept checking behind himself and squirming. Nova was sure the hiss of her own stream was only making him more desperate…

Talk about unfair…

Maybe if this was anyone else, Nova wouldn’t care that much. She’d perhaps NOTICE that the other person was getting pee-shy, but since that had no affect on her OWN ability to empty her bladder, it wouldn’t matter.

Unfortunately, the person struggling just HAD to be the one she was in love with, and she felt like she was torturing him by doing the thing HE needed to do so badly right beside him, while he was incapable of resolving his own problem.

She’d gotten SOME out…

She clenched up, her hands moving away from the ‘aiming’ position to press against her opening instead, trying to weld it closed again. She felt her fingers getting slightly damp, both from the residual liquid and from a final, protesting spurt as her bladder spasmed violently, raging against having its relief cut short.

She squeezed and squeezed and squeezed until she was certain she’d repaired her floodgate enough to release her hands and tug her panties back up.

“N—Nova?” Emmett asked. “Uh, did you—“

“You okay?” Nova interrupted.

“N—No, I can’t pee,” Emmett said. “And I really have to go… But, did you not fi—“

Nova shook her head. “I got a bit of stage-fright too once I realized what I was doing,” she lied. “I can probably make it to a gas station now, though.”

Emmett cringed as he reluctantly zipped back up after not letting out even a drop. “H—Hope I can wait a bit longer…”

They got back into the car and Nova noticed Emmett did NOT put his seat-belt back on. Hopefully he would when they started moving again, but she understood why he wasn’t in a hurry to put a strap around his bladder again.

“Nova, what the Hell?!” Samantha blurted out in a pained grunt. “Did you just pee like a guy?!”

Now that she was a little LESS out of her mind with desperation, Nova was better able to process what she’d just done, and it embarrassed her a lot more than she’d predicted it would. “No, of course not.”

“Sure looked like it!”

“N—No… I just… Since I’m wearing a skirt, I just… Moved my underwear outta the way and spread my legs apart so I could go without showing anything.” That was mostly true, hopefully Samantha hadn’t been able to see how her stream hard arced OUT and away from her instead of just gushing straight down.

“Ughhh,” Jessica moaned. “I shoulda worn a skirt today, too!”

Shelby was actually as surprised as Samantha. She’d… Honestly always thought that SHE was the braver one in their friendship. But, Shelby would NEVER be able to work up the nerve to do that in front of Samantha, much less brush aside all her questioning so easily!

“Alright,” Samantha said. “I was just wondering, ‘cause I’ve heard your friend likes to pee like a boy. Guess you aren’t AS disgusting as her.”

Shelby tried to ignore her. It was just a word, and not even a TRUE word. It wasn’t disgusting to pee standing up. Emmett was basically her metric for determining what activities counted as ‘hygienic’ and he NEVER sat down to pee since toilet seats were covered in germs. Therefor, standing to pee did not mean she was gross.

Samantha adjusted her position again, and Shelby could tell she’d started to tug at her seatbelt. Her feet were tapping loudly against the floor. “I mean, I get she doesn’t have a mom, so she’s got no idea how being a girl is supposed to work… But, like, I’d hope she’d figure it out eventually!”

“Samantha!” Jessica’s mom snapped. “That’s way too far.”

“She knows I’m joking,” Samantha said. “And I’m just trying to keep everyone distracted until we get to a bathroom.”

Shelby WAS certainly distracted now. Anger displaced desperation as her dominant emotion. Yes, she didn’t have a mother. Her mother was killed by a drunk driver when she was just trying to go to the store! What kind of person made fun of someone for THAT?! Samantha was… Shelby didn’t think she was just a ‘bully’, THAT was why her taunting hurt so much worse than anyone else’s. What she did went beyond bullying and crossed over into the realm of abuse.

Abusers didn’t listen to reason. It took a lot more than just words to get one to understand that their victim was done putting up with their crap. It was time for Shelby to fight dirty, that was the only language Samantha would understand. She just wasn’t sure what to do yet…

Trying to think of a way to get back at Samantha occupied Shelby’s mind for a little while, but when the traffic finally started to clear up and they were at last able to move again, the resulting jolt to her bladder drew all of her energy back towards IT instead. She really should have joined Nova and Emmett when they’d gotten out of the car, to Hell with what Samantha would say. It wouldn’t matter if she made fun of her. Samantha would have even MORE reason to tease Shelby if she wet her pants.

And Shelby was starting to worry that that was a distinct possibility. There were constant pangs, and her bladder felt like it was cramping up every few seconds. Like, its walls were squeezing in on their own accord, body trying to push all of the liquid out regardless of if she wanted it to or not. The dam constructed by her quivering holding muscles felt unstable and likely to crumble. Jessica’s constant whining about how close she was to peeing in her seat didn’t help at all.

Nor did Emmett’s fidgeting, which occasionally caused him to jostle Shelby a little. What was he flailing around for? He’d gotten to pee already! And why was Nova still sitting so stiffly? Yeah, she wasn’t trying to squirm out of her own skin anymore, but she still looked horridly uncomfortable. Had Samantha gotten to her after a—

“D—Do you see any signs for gas stations yet?” Nova asked suddenly.

“I’m looking,” Jessica’s mom promised. “But, there’s nothing yet.”

Shelby cupped her hands against herself, squeezing her thighs together. “You just went,” she said.

“I couldn’t finish,” Nova whispered. “And Emmett wasn’t able to pee at all.”

Shelby tightened her hold on her crotch, crossing her legs back and forth as best she could in her cramped position. Well, at least now she knew why her brother was still jiggling around so much… If she hadn’t been so overwhelmed by her own desperation, she may have considered teasing him a little. Nothing mean… Just, some light jabs about how HE’D locked up trying to pee on the side of a road while a GIRL had at least managed to do it for a few seconds.

Not that she’d have that much room to talk, anyway. She’d been too intimidated to even TRY. And it hadn’t even had anything to do with being seen by the occupants of other vehicles, only by one particular occupant of the one she’d just left. If she just hadn’t allowed Samantha to intimidate her, then she wouldn’t be in so much discomfort now. She was angry with Samantha, but also angry with herself.

At long last, they finally pulled into a gas station. Everyone was in a major hurry to get out. Emmett threw open the door on his side and struggled to his feet, hands clenched between his thighs. Shelby strained to crawl out after him, which forced her to actually MOVE for the first time in over two hours.

She was not prepared for what that would do to her. Her bladder seemed to spring awake, immediately becoming even more agitated than it had been just a second before. The cramping and squeezing intensified to such a severe degree that she didn’t even have a chance to react to it, to clench her thighs tighter, to dig her hands in more firmly. As she stood up beside the car, a warm trail was wetly gliding down her legs, and more felt like it was right there at the edge of bursting forth.

Shelby did not wait for the others before hurrying to the restrooms. She yanked open the door to the women’s and hurried inside to be met with… An absolutely revolting scene. It was bad even by gas station bathroom standards. The stall doors were all rusted, one of the sink faucets had been broken, and the whole room was coated with a visible layer of grime.

Her first thought was that, if the men’s room wasn’t any better off, her brother was probably going to just wet his pants instead of using it.

Her next was that SHE would rather wet her pants than sit down on one of the toilets here. She hadn’t even yet entered a stall and seen what she was up against, but KNEW it was bound to be just as awful— if not even worse— than the rest of this disgusting room.

She went to a stall and cautiously pulled its door open, hoping for some kind of a miracle. But, it was even worse than she’d been expecting. Shelby wasn’t squeamish normally— Emmett flipped out about uncleanliness enough for the both of them, after all. But, this? This was too much even for her. She didn’t want ANY part of her skin to come into contact with that seat.

And she didn’t HAVE to. She COULD stand and pee, and not have to touch a THING in here.

But… Samantha…

Samantha WAS really desperate to pee, so maybe she’d be too focused on her OWN bladder to care how Shelby was emptying HERS.

In the time it took her to work up the nerve to unzip, she heard the door being opened again, followed by Jessica groaning. “Ugh, it’s DISGUSTING in here!”

“You’re right,” Samantha said. “Let’s just pee and get out of here…”

She heard two stalls being opened, followed by Jessica shrieking and Samantha groaning. “Ew, ew, ewwww!” Jessica exclaimed.

Shelby tried to ignore them as she positioned her hands. Nerves tingled in her chest, but the desperation flaring up inside her bladder was even more pressing. She felt the heavy weight of urine shifting almost immediately, and then a strong stream was gushing out into the bowl of the nauseatingly grimy toilet.

Wow, much better! The drop in pressure was intense and immediate, her bladder no longer cramping and straining, but slowly shrinking instead. It felt so good that she sighed out a throaty moan, continuing to push in her eagerness to be rid of the watery torment. She was occasionally splashing the toilet seat, since she hadn’t wanted to grab hold of it to lift it up. She didn’t care very much though, the seat was already a horror-show, a few MORE droplets wouldn’t even make a difference.

Jessica had never seen anything so gross before! It turned her stomach just looking at it! She was certain she’d catch some form of the bubonic plague if she sat on that toilet, but she was ALSO certain that she was going to soak her pants if she didn’t! She turned about, hoping that this place had a seat-cover dispenser somewhere, but she didn’t see one. And when she heard Shelby’s release starting to hiss into the bowl, her bladder spasmed so hard that what felt like an ENORMOUS spurt of liquid warmed the space between her trembling thighs.

How could Shelby make herself use the bathroom here?! Wasn’t she disgusted by it? Was she THAT desperate that it didn’t matter— That couldn’t have been it. Jessica was exploding and it still mattered a LOT to h—

She glanced down and could see which direction Shelby’s feet were pointing in.

Wait… So, Samantha was right? Shelby COULD pee like a guy? How did she do that? Maybe some kind of a funnel thingy? Jessica wished SHE had a funnel thingy! As it was, her hands just kept alternating between hesitantly palming her zipper and cramming back between her legs. Drips were continually seeping out of her, but she did not have it in her to actually GO here, not if she had to sit!

Maybe Shelby would let her borrow the funnel… That would be gross too, since she’d just USED it, but the residue of one girl’s pee wasn’t AS bad as everything that lurked on that seat.

She’d… She’d wait for Shelby to finish, and then she’d ask.

Shelby might say no… Jessica hadn’t ever been all that NICE to her, so why would she share something with her? Jessica hoped Shelby wouldn’t use this as an opportunity to get back at her.

Samantha was in another stall, just as repulsed as Jessica. She needed to go so badly that the button on her shorts felt like having a push-pin jammed into her bladder. She unfastened it, savoring the small amount of relief that brought her, but that was as far as she could make herself go. Her hands refused to grip her zipper, refused to move her one step closer to the moment where her skin would have to come into contact with that seat.

She could just hover, but that had never ended well for her in the past. A lot of it always ended up going down one of her legs no matter how hard she tried to prevent it.

In spite of how unusable the toilet was to her, Samantha’s bladder still recognized it as a place for relief. It was doing flips inside her, taut holding muscles flaring and trying their hardest to go loose. Her body was CONVINCED release was on the horizon, yet she had NO intention of peeing here. She just… She COULDN’T.

She opened the stall and hobbled out, bladder even more bloated than it had been when she’d gone in. As she prepared to leave altogether, hoping to God she could withstand her urge until they reached their destination, she noticed Shelby, her shoes pointing TOWARDS the toilet rather than away from it.

She really DID pee like a boy…

Samantha wished she could do that…

Well. Her BLADDER did, anyway. The rest of her still thought it was the weirdest thing she’d ever seen and wondered why Shelby always had to be strange.

***

When Nova had seen the state of the women’s room, she’d just immediately turned around and headed out. The disgusting scene wasn’t devastating to her, since she’d been planning to stand while she peed anyway, but she doubted the men’s room would be much better, and didn’t need to be psychic to predict what that meant for Emmett.

No way was he going to stay in a room like that for longer than five seconds, and judging by all the squirming he’d been doing, he’d need WAY longer than that to empty his bladder.

Sure enough, he was just waiting outside, bouncing on his feet and crossing his legs back and forth. It would have been utterly adorable had Nova not been trying so hard not to copy him. The small bits of her burden that she was able to expel earlier didn’t feel like much anymore. Mere drops of the roaring ocean she’d been holding onto all day. “I take it the men’s room is disgusting too?”

Emmett nodded, running one hand against his upper thigh as the other squeezed away between his legs. “I— This is— I know it’s stupid. I mean, I’m about to… Have an accident, but I—“

“I—It’s okay,” Nova said. “You said your therapist wants you to make small steps, right? This ISN’T a ‘small step’, so it’s fine if you can’t do i—“

“I’m bursting,” Emmett interrupted.

That much was obvious… Nova certainly didn’t mind hearing him say it out loud though. She appreciated that he was being more open about needing to pee with her, if only because he knew she liked it. He was so cute when his voice cracked with panic, it always made her want to take care of him. “I know. And if it makes you feel better, the women’s is too gross for ME to use. Let’s go over to the bushes instead.”

Emmett nodded, shaking. “I hope it lets me pee this time…”

Nova hoped so too. If he didn’t go, she was likely going to force herself to stop midstream again. She wasn’t sure if her bladder could handle that a second time. Her urethra still stung a little from the first.

The bushes were located directly behind the gas station building— Way more secluded and private than the barren road they’d tried to use earlier. Emmett unzipped himself and Nova tugged down her panties and moved her hands into position.

Emmett actually started to pee first, bringing both of them immense relief. Nova unclenched and at last allowed her interrupted stream to resume. It was as though she’d hit the pause button on it earlier, because there was no slow build-up, she was immediately spraying at full force, ensuring that NONE of the first dribbles went down her legs, every drop gushed out and away from her like she wanted.

Her shoulders drooped slightly as a shudder of pleasure tore through her. Ever since she’d realized that peeing was interesting to her, THIS became one of her favorite feelings. Letting it go after hours of forced restraint was amazing, and having her hands where they were sometimes meant she could do things that made it feel even better. Once, she’d managed to orgasm WHILE peeing, and before then she hadn’t even known it was POSSIBLE to feel that good.

She was… Excited by all of this. She hadn’t been PLANNING on getting extremely turned on during a school field trip, but so many buttons were being pressed for her that she couldn’t help it. Emmett was making all those adorable sighing sounds, and when she surreptitiously glanced at his face, his expression was seriously cute, eyes shut, mouth hanging open, so relaxed…

And she was desperately relieving herself right beside him, pleasure flowing through her and out of her. It just… It WAS hot, there was no way to get around that. But she WAS aware that she was in public. In a pretty secluded area, sure, but still… She needed to use her hands JUST for aiming, not for anything else, even if her body WANTED something else really bad.

She was able to resist the temptation until she was finished, and hoped she’d have an opportunity to take care of her NEW need soon. She pulled up her panties and waited for Emmett to finish. He wouldn’t appreciate being left alone with no one on the lookout for potential witnesses— And Nova certainly didn’t MIND standing there as he got the remainder of his liquid drained.

Emmett finally finished and zipped back up, she immediately took hold of his wrist and pulled him into a hug.

“Ah— H—Hang on,” Emmett stammered. “I— I still need to use some hand sanitiz—“

Nova silenced him with a kiss, “Feel better now?”

“Y—Yeah,” he said.

***

Shelby shivered as the last of her pee finally plinked into the bowl. Ahhhh… What a relief! She felt lighter, almost as though she could float away. She exited the stall and saw Jessica standing outside it, her legs still coiled together, hands still wedged in between them, face filled with painful amounts of desperation.

“Do you use a funnel?” Jessica demanded through agonized, shallow breaths.

“H—Huh?”

“You pee like a guy, I saw you!” Jessica said. “So, you have a funnel, right? Can I please, please borrow it? I don’t want to pee my pants!”

Shelby looked away. “Um, I don’t use a funnel…”

“Then, what do you use?” Jessica asked. “Please, just let me borrow it, I promise I’ll never tease you ever again if you just—“

“I don’t have anything you can borrow,” Shelby told her. She didn’t have anything left to say to Jessica, so she just left the room.

Samantha was right by the door, looking just as frantic and needful as Jessica had. Her legs were ankles were locked together, knees rubbing, hands squeezing with all their might against her crotch. “Shelby, how did you do that?” Samantha asked.

“Do what?” Shelby asked, walking past her, trying to ignore her. She felt so good now that her bladder was squeezed dry that she wouldn’t allow Samantha to make fun of her over it. SHE’D gotten to relieve herself, that was all that mattered.

“You really DID pee like a guy,” Samantha said. “How did— Wait, come back!”

Shelby paused, but only for a second.

“Teach me how!”

Shelby turned back to face Samantha properly. “Yeah, sure. I was just thinking about how much I’d love to teach someone who makes fun of me for losing my mother how to pee standing up!”

“Look, I’m sorry—“

“No, you’re not,” Shelby said simply. “And, what? After saying crap about me for standing to pee, all of the sudden you want to do it too?”

“I d—don’t want to sit down h—“

“Figure it out yourself,” Shelby said.

“But—“

“If our situations were reversed, would you help ME?” Shelby asked. When Samantha didn’t respond, she spat, “Yeah. That’s what I figured.” She didn’t even feel like she was being mean to Samantha, there was no guilt in ignoring her request. Samantha had brought this upon herself, and Shelby was under no obligation to offer any assistance. She’d taught Nova how to aim because Nova wasn’t an asshole to her all of the time. Samantha WAS, so now she got to stew with her OWN options.

She could sit down on one of the nauseating toilet seats, try to figure out another way to pee HERSELF, or have an accident. Those were the choices. Shelby didn’t HAVE to give a different one.

Besides, Samantha was the one who said standing to pee made someone less of a girl. She shouldn’t WANT to do it.

Shelby went back to the car. Nova and Emmett were already there, both looking way more relaxed… Save for the massive blush on Nova’s face. “What happened?” Shelby asked, glancing surreptitiously down at her friend’s lap, searching for wet spots. Nova didn’t appear to have leaked visibly, though.

***

Jessica kept standing in the women’s room, bouncing up and down in frantic indecision. She couldn’t stand like Shelby, and she couldn’t sit down and, above all, she couldn’t HOLD it anymore! She needed SOME way to get all this pee out! She supposed she could just hover, but that usually got messy, and she was scared about splash-back from the disgusting toilet. What other choices did she even HAVE, though?!

Shelby’s brother was, like, a really major germaphobe. Jessica hadn’t ever talked to him that much, but he seemed to just always have hand sanitizer with him, and he’d practically had a heart attack when he was supposed to dissect a frog in class once. Samantha talked about it sometimes, she said he was a “complete head-case” and needed to “spend a few months in a padded cell until he learns how to be normal”.

Jessica didn’t think it was as bad as all THAT, but probably bad ENOUGH that he wouldn’t be able to use the toilet here— Even though he COULD stand up! And he’d been willing to at least TRY to go on the side of the road.

So, if he wasn’t STILL holding it, then he’d probably peed outside.

Could Jessica do THAT? She never had before. If there wasn’t a toilet, she always held it in even when she was bursting. Someone might see— Samantha might see! Samantha would do that thing where she wrinkled up her nose and told Jessica she was immature, wondering aloud why they even hung out together.

If… If Jessica could find a way to do it secretly, without Samantha noticing, then… Ohhh, she needed to just go outside!

She limped out of the restroom, her bladder furiously protesting against every step. She saw Samantha pacing back and forth to the side of the gas station. Samantha’s eyes met hers and Jessica tried to straighten herself out. If she made it look like she’d just peed in the bathroom, Samantha would have no reason to think she was going to pee outdoors.

She still needed some kind of excuse, though. Some explanation for why she wasn’t going back to the car. “I— Uh— I have a rock in my shoe,” she said, and it sounded lame to her own ears, but Samantha barely gave her a second glance, instead continuing to hobble back and forth, taking the smallest steps imaginable. “G—Gotta get it out.”

Jessica hurried back behind the building where, to her GREAT relief, she found a smattering of bushes, if she went behind them and crouched down, she’d basically be invisible! Jessica worked her button and zip with a flurry of movement, then eased herself into the foliage. At last, she shoved her pants down and squatted. Right away, a stream of pure bliss erupted forth from her, the heavy stream cutting into the dirt. Her release spattered and hissed and she had to try very hard not to moan or sigh at the deliriously good feeling.

Samantha might hear that, after all.

***

Jessica returned to the car a few minutes later, finally tapped out. When her Mom got back from paying for gas and Samantha climbed back in, they were off again. Everyone was feeling much, muuuuch better.

Save for one girl, anyway.

Samantha hadn’t been able to bring herself to use the bathroom there. The idea of going in the bushes was so mortifying that it had barely even crossed her mind. After several minutes of restless pacing in front of the restrooms, she’d finally gone back in and claimed a stall, deciding that she could figure out how to use the toilet standing up by HERSELF.

So, she’d yanked her shorts and panties down and let them bunch up around her ankles, then she’d just… Stood there, trembling with desperation, and no fucking CLUE of how she might alleviate it.

Samantha had several brothers, and she’d seen quite a few of them stand to pee before. It looked REALLY simple when they did it. No need for any kind of instruction, just point and shoot. How the Hell was she supposed to do this when she didn’t have anything to grab onto and aim?!

If she hadn’t SEEN Shelby doing it, she wouldn’t think it was even possible. But, clearly it WAS possible, and the only problem was that she didn’t know HOW. She wondered if she was just supposed to… Like… Straddle the toilet, one foot planted on either side of the bowl. But then her legs would be right up against the gross thing, and Shelby hadn’t been doing it that way. Samantha had seen where her feet were, they were in FRONT of the toilet, about where she’d figure a guy’s feet would be.

So, that wasn’t it.

There must have been some way she could hold onto the spot where her pee came out of that would allow her to aim it. Struggling, completely out of her depth, she put a hand against her labia and spread them slightly. She did not feel confident at all, but she did feel extremely close to urinating all over the place if she didn’t at least TRY to get it into the toilet.

Hoping for the best, she told her body it was time to open the floodgate. It stayed shut for a few seconds, she was most definitely NOT used to allowing her pee to gush out in this position. She was bursting though, so it didn’t take TOO long for it to finally start.

And, when it started, rather than liquid spraying out and into the toilet, warmth trickled down her legs. There was zero arc to her stream, every drop rushing straight downwards. Immediately, Samantha panicked, and she kept adjusting her grip on herself, trying to yank or pull somewhere that would change the angle of her release, but nothing she did helped.

So, instead she had to direct all her energy into just making it STOP. She grabbed her crotch firmly with both hands, bending forwards, wriggling from side to side and bouncing. Now that she’d consciously TOLD her bladder that it could finally empty, it protested as hard as it could as she tried to rip its relief back away. She barely managed to cork herself shut again, and then just stood there, trembling, unwilling to move to pull her shorts back up.

When she’d finally recovered enough to make herself presentable again, she shuddered when she zipped up, the sound had a gruesome finality to it. She was going to have to hold it for the rest of the drive.

It was all Shelby’s fault, too.

So, that was why she was now back in the car, honestly feeling even MORE desperate than she would have felt if she hadn’t peed at all! She had NEVER stopped midstream before, and had had NO idea that it hurt so damn badly! Her middle was still spasming with displeasure, the bumps in the road adding to the pressure. It felt like her bladder was getting around. She turned to Jessica, who looked so aggravatingly COMFORTABLE. “I can not BELIEVE you actually peed there.”

“I— I really had to go…” Jessica mumbled. Samantha hadn’t caught her watering the bushes, but was apparently going to shame her anyway.

“So do I!” Samantha said. “But, I’m HOLDING it until I find a PROPER place.” She groaned, yanking hard on her seat-belt. “Aren’t we there YET?”

“About one more hour,” Jessica’s mom called. She didn’t sound very sympathetic. SHE’D said that Samantha should have just used the bathroom if she’d needed it that badly.

Samantha was in an atrocious mood now, lashing out at EVERYONE regardless of if they spoke to her or not. She was most furious at Shelby of course. It was because of HER that she was still waiting. “See if I ever do YOU a favor again…”

“You’ve never done me a favor BEFORE,” Shelby said.

“Shut up,” Samantha grouched. She was bucking against her clenched hands, trying to ignore how horridly damp her shorts felt. It was just sweat, she told herself. Nothing but sweat. “Ah— How much longer!?”

“Samantha, you should have just used the toilet,” Jessica said timidly. “E—Even Emmett did it, and he’s—“

“Easy for HIM, he can just STAND!”

“A—Actually, he flipped out and pissed on a bush,” Shelby corrected.

“I didn’t ‘flip out’!” Emmett said. “I walked in, saw the place was a trashfire, and left.”

“Shut up!” Samantha yelled. Everyone was getting on her nerves, she didn’t want to hear anyone’s voices. It was too distracting! She needed to focus everything she had on the simple task of not peeing… Please, please, just don’t pee! “Going in the bushes is easier for him, too!”

“Samantha,” Jessica’s mom admonished. “Stop shouting at everyone. It was your decision not to go at the gas station, that’s no one else’s fault.”

Oh, but it WAS. It was Shelby’s fault. Shelby could have easily just TOLD her how to stand, and none of this would be happening. Her fault. HER fault!

The next several minutes were Hell. Samantha was grinding into her seat, rocking against her hands and clenching her eyes closed. She could not BELIEVE she needed to go to the bathroom this badly! She’d had emergencies in the past— Two bathrooms shared between herself and all her siblings meant long lines were inevitable— but she’d never endured anything as extreme as this. It had been YEARS since she’d last honestly thought she could have an accident, and today she was feeling like it could happen at any second.

They continued to drive, Samantha whimpering and fidgeting and occasionally even leaking. She was mortified when she felt wet heat gush into her palms, but she couldn’t stop it from happening. She just had to do whatever it took to avoid a full-blown soaking, and she was rapidly running out of things she COULD do to prevent it. All her squirming and writhing was barely having an effect, all her clenching and squeezing hardly did anything! Her bladder was as full as full could get.

At one point, she’d just unbuttoned her shorts since the thing was digging into her too much, and when she did THAT she was able to feel how brutally hard her lower stomach had gotten. It was like it was made of stone, and when she looked at it she swore it was curving a little too. She was so desperate that it was making her look distended.

Even as Samantha moaned and frantically moved around in an attempt to stave off her flood, Shelby couldn’t feel much sympathy. She supposed she’d feel bad for Jessica’s mom if the car seat got drenched, but Samantha? She had brought this on herself. Maybe Shelby would be able to dig up SOME empathy for her if there had been zero opportunities for relief during the entire trip, but since there HAD been one and Samantha had opted not to take advantage of it, there was really ZERO reason to pity her.

Samantha had been nothing but a jerk to Shelby since the day they’d met, so if anything Shelby felt somewhat entertained by the spectacle she’d allowed herself to become.
And then, Samantha informed Shelby that, actually, this was HER fault.

Shelby stifled a laugh. “I forgot that I forced you back into the car before you could use the toilet.”

“You KNOW that’s not what I meant…”

Shelby rolled her eyes. If Samantha had been nicer to her in the past, then she really WOULD have taught her to go standing. Or at least TRIED to. But, instead Samantha had made fun of her for losing a parent, and said that it was why she was ‘bad’ at being a girl. It was sort of mind-boggling that Samantha wasn’t able to figure out simple cause-and-effect.

Samantha twisted and turned, bouncing up and down, straining every muscle she had as she groaned. “Ohhh, aren’t we there YET?”

“I’ll TELL you when we’re there,” Jessica’s mom said. “I understand you need the girls’ room very badly, but I’m getting you there as fast as I can.”

“Hurryyyy…” Samantha begged. This was so embarrassing, letting everyone in the car know that she was close to peeing her pants. But, the only thing WORSE would be actually peeing her pants in front of everyone, so BEGGING it was.

Jessica’s mom sighed again. “If you can’t hold it, then—“

“I’m not gonna have an accident!”

“I wasn’t suggesting that… Jessica, look around and see if you can find Samantha something she can go in, alright?”

“WHAT?!” Samantha shrieked. She couldn’t be serious! How would that even work! She couldn’t USE a bottle, and there was a GUY here, and— And she was trickling into her panties, wetting herself, but not at the full-force she NEEDED to. “J—Jessica, please hurry!”

Jessica glanced down at her feet. There was a bag there, containing snacks her mom had packed for the trip. There were plastic bowls in there, and if she took the food out of one then IT could be useful.

Samantha wasn’t gonna like it, though…

Jessica reached into the bag and grabbed one of the bowls. She peeled off the lid and removed the grapes stored there, just tossing them back into the bag on their own. “Here,” she thrust the bowl at Samantha.

Samantha’s eyes widened at the sight of it. She was not going to pee in a plastic Tupperware container, she was NOT.

A long spurt hissed out, warning her that she could either pee in the bowl or pee in her pants. “Give it!” Samantha tore one hand away from her groin and gripped the bowl. She unlatched her seat-belt, immediately feeling a slight taste of relief that made her want more. She stood up as best she could and reached for her zipper. “Nnnnhhh…” her hand froze. “Nobody look!”

Shelby could barely believe what was happening. Prim, prissy Samantha was about to take a leak in the car! Talk about ‘unladylike’! She’d been amused by seeing her bully face SOME form of comeuppance, and she thought this might even be more ‘humbling’ for her than a full-on accident!

“Don’t look!” Samantha repeated. “ESPECIALLY you, Emmett!”

“Why WOULD I?” Emmett asked. “I HAVE a girlf—“

“Nova, cover his eyes!” Samantha barked.

Nova sighed, “They’re already shut—“

“COVER THEM.”

“Fine…”

Samantha finally unzipped and pulled down her shorts, then cautiously sat over the bowl. She expected to have a little trouble getting started, given the circumstances, but the instant she felt the bowl beneath her, she was gushing a strong, violent stream. It rattled loudly against the plastic, both notifying her that she was hitting her target AND humiliating her since she knew everyone else could hear the hiss as clearly as she could.

She felt equal parts mortification and relief. Her bloated bladder was loving every second of this, but the rest of her was so ashamed that she could hardly think. Again, she mentally cursed Shelby. This was her doing, if she’d simply done as she’d been asked, none of this would have ever come to pass. Samantha WOULDN’T be hovering over a bowl, unleashing a tidal wave in front of everyone.

When she finally finished, more than a minute later, she was appalled by how much she’d filled the bowl. She’d nearly overflowed it, pale yellow liquid brimming around the top. Jessica, still not facing her, stuck out a hand containing the bowl’s lid. Samantha hurriedly latched it on, shuddering at the thought that she’d need to empty it out somewhere later.

She stood, pulled her pants back up, then shamefully notified everyone that she was done.

She then proceeded to spend the remainder of the ride trying to think of how to get back at Shelby.