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To start off... Nomako: An Omorashi Tale Info: 2D rpg made in GamesMaker with dungeons and bladder mechanics. Omo Content: Female (as far as I know, it doesn't include any male content).

There is already a list of TV shows and movies that include omorashi dotted around the internet. This is one for games. If you know any, post a bit of info below: title, short description of the game type (like first person shooter, 3D rpg, 2D pixel, narrative only, etc), whether it contains male or female omorashi (or both/other), an image of the game itself (to give an idea of content/style), and any other info (for example, if it contains related kinks such as AB, DL, furries, whatever else). Obviously nothing containing anything illegal (i.e. any AB material is clearly involving adults).

38yr old female here, loves singing, baking and electronics. I have a bit of a description, pee fetish and am looking for friends that i might have somthibg in comnon with. From Edmonton Alberta Canada.

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Commission for Ray of Sting, featuring art by Jailor Eckman Late in the afternoon, a girl with short red hair and comparably-short denim cut-offs stood with her arms crossed, leaning back against a wall and watching as her friend prodded at a cell phone screen. “So, what,” she asked of her friend, “Is everyone off getting hammered too or something?” Courtney, the girl with the phone, shrugged. “Looks like it, more or less. That, or they’re just messing with us.” She reached up to brush some of her black hair aside, then added, “Basically everyone I’ve texted so far just came back with some version of ‘I’m too busy’ or whatever. Could mean too drunk, could mean too horny, I dunno. Just boils down to nobody we know from school wants to come get us, or nobody can.” “Nobody at all? Huh. What about that one new professor, Ms… What’s-her-name. Everyone’s been passing her number around ‘cause apparently she told her students people she’d come get ‘em from, like, the side of the road or from a bar or whatever.” “King? I don’t think I’ve got her in here,” Courtney said, scrolling through her contacts to confirm. “Thought it’d be kinda weird to call a teacher for stuff like this. Much more of a family-and-friends thing, y’know?” Swaying a little on her feet, she took a moment to think, then added, “Actually, you’ve got your sister’s number, right? We could call her.” The other girl, Alexis, shook her head. “Nah, Dani sold her car last year, remember? And I don’t think you could squeeze three people onto a motorcycle.” “Right, right, yeah,” Courtney said with a little nod. “Plus it’s probably a lot safer to be surrounded by walls after drinking as much as we did.” She let out a humored breath at her own statement, then went back to looking through her phone. Alexis gave a similar response. “Probably,” she said, a moment later sighing as a cool breeze hit her as she considered whether she really needed to be standing around outside instead of waiting somewhere with air conditioning. When she reached her decision, she said, “Hey, I’m just gonna go wait inside. It’s too hot out here.” Courtney turned and looked at her with an eyebrow raised. “No, I’m not letting you out of my sight. We’re gonna stay out here where you can’t sneak away.” “Tch, like I’d try something like that. I’m not, like, Dakota, or anything.” “Maybe not,” Courtney said, putting on a sly little grin. “But this is more fair. Plus, you’ve got a better view out here, don’t you?” She finished her statement with a wiggle of her hips and a giggle. Alexis nodded and sighed, feigning disappointment while eyeing Courtney’s figure. “I suppose so. Still, though, we should probably get some water, at least, if we’re gonna be waiting here for who-knows-how-long.” Courtney held up a finger, then reached down into the bag hanging at her side. “Oh, I’ve got some, knock yourself out,” she said, pulling out a plastic bottle and tossing it to Alexis. “Of course you do.” With her coordination slightly impaired, Alexis didn’t properly catch the bottle, instead fumbling with it a bit, until eventually she had it steadily in hand and could start working on drinking while Courtney continued her search. And after just a brief silence, Courtney spoke up again. “Ah, here we go,” she said. “Think I might have got someone. Let’s see…” She quickly found herself involved in a text-message conversation, tapping away at her phone for a few seconds, then pausing for a few seconds to read a reply, going back and forth like that for a couple of minutes. “Yeah, we’re good, just gotta sit here for like twenty minutes.” “Great,” Alexis said, taking another sip from the bottle and sliding down to sit on the ground, still leaning back against the wall. “Who’d you get?” “You know Robin Wylie?” Courtney came over and dropped herself down to sit next to Alexis, grabbing the bottle for a moment and taking a swig herself. “Kind of? From, what… We’ve got, like, chemistry or something with her, don’t we?” She waited for a nod from Courtney, then went on, snatching the bottle back as soon as Courtney was done with it. “Oh, yeah, right, her, with the… Yeah, okay. So we’re gonna be looking for a truck, then, I guess.” Courtney nodded again, chuckling a bit as the bottle was taken from her. “Yeah, but not the one she’s usually got parked around campus.” Glancing at her phone, she continued, “She says… that one’s having its brakes worked on, so she’ll be coming in some beat-up spare she had sitting around instead.” “Eh, better than nothing. At least it’ll get us there, if that’s all we’ve got it’s good enough.” “Yeah, it’s not like we’re gonna walk like thirty miles or whatever. It’ll get us there.” Then the two went quiet, sitting on the street in the sun, passing the water bottle back and forth between themselves every so often as they waited. Occasionally Courtney would pull something up on her phone to help pass the time, with Alexis leaning in to see for herself, leading to both of them laughing now and again at whatever was on the screen at the time. Many vehicles and people passed by, none paying any attention to them beyond perhaps a glance in their direction just to register that they existed. The bottle was empty and had been returned to Courtney’s bag by the time a battered pickup truck pulled up and stopped at the side of the road in front of the two girls. Courtney pushed herself up off the ground first, then reached down to pull Alexis up, both of them swaying a little bit. “Well, that must be our ride.” With only a few unsteady steps forward, she approached the truck and pulled the door open. Upon being waved in by the driver – a fit, short-haired brunette in a white t-shirt and green cargo shorts - Courtney got in and worked on climbing into the back seat. Alexis followed, but was hesitant to enter, feeling a sharp pang in her lower half as she stepped forward. For a moment she glanced at Courtney’s wiggling rear as the girl negotiated herself into place, then turned to Robin and said, “Actually, you think you could wait here for a minute? I gotta head back inside real quick.” Robin shook her head. “I really shouldn’t leave this thing idling very long. Besides, today’s my day off after a seventy hour week and I’d much rather get home and get back to resting as soon as possible.” “Yeah,” Courtney chimed in from the back, now seated and secured behind Robin. “Better for everyone if we don’t waste too much time.” With a shrug, Alexis began to work her way into the truck as well. “Fine, I guess.” Squeezing herself between the two front seats, she moved through to the back and took a seat by the other window. Once her seatbelt clicked, though she was still shifting around a little to try and get comfortable, the truck started moving, jostling everything inside despite the decent quality of the roads below. But getting comfortable back there would have been difficult even on a pristine road in a vehicle with perfect suspension – the aging seating was covered in scars, many of them patched up with duct tape which seemed to be losing its adhesiveness in some spots. Whatever parts of it weren’t ripped open or punctured were instead rough and unpleasant, conjuring up memories of school bus rides. There didn’t seem to be any area at all on the seat that was anything more than tolerable, and even then only barely so. Fortunately, Alexis at least had a distraction in the form of Courtney, who had leaned over to start whispering to her. “Sounds like someone’s starting to regret that water,” she said with a smirk. “Is it really that bad already?” Alexis looked at her, then down at herself as she put her thighs together. After a deep breath, she replied, “Not bad, but… I’m really feeling it for sure.” Courtney nodded. “Yeah, me too. Rough ride definitely isn’t helping, but we’ll be fine, y’know?” “Mhm. And besides, if we thought it was gonna be a problem then we’d have just peed on our way out the bar.” “And yet you still tried twice after we were already out,” Courtney said, prodding at Alexis’s belly. “Which is weird ‘cause I know you’re stronger than that.” Alexis batted her hand away, prompting a little giggle. “I just wanted to see if I could get away with it. I mean, who wouldn’t prefer getting into a car on an empty bladder over a full one?” Courtney shrugged. “Eh, on longer rides, sure, but we’ll be home in no time. But, sure, better safe than sorry, I guess.” “I mean, it’s still at least an hour, that’s definitely enough time for things to go south. But, then, something tells me you don’t exactly think that’s a bad thing…” Sitting back with a sigh, Alexis continued, “But y’know hey, at least we don’t have to walk. That would not have ended well at all.” “Ha, yeah, that’s way too far for any normal person to even try walking. Even if we hadn’t been drinking, that’s kinda, like, ‘my legs are gonna fall off’ sort of distance, y’know?” “Among other problems, yeah,” Alexis said with a little chuckle. “Still, even under the best circumstances for it walking’s never gonna be as good as just getting a ride.” Courtney nodded and put an arm around Alexis’s shoulders. “Mhm. Easier to just relax and enjoy the scenery this way. Or, y’know. Whatever there actually is to look at out there…” Indeed, there wasn’t much to see – the windows were cleaner than the condition of the rest of the truck would have implied, but that only meant a clear view of urban nothing passing slowly by. Slowly, except for the other cars on the road, which seemed to be making noticeably better time than the girls in the truck. Had they been keeping pace, perhaps then the reduced speed might have made sense in context. But, no, there was no construction, no obstruction creating a bottleneck ahead, nothing, just Robin’s own inability or unwillingness to force the truck to keep up with the surrounding vehicles. At least an hour was perhaps a rather generous estimate given the circumstances; with the Nitefield State University campus moreso adjacent to the city than actually in it, the more densely-populated surroundings would have to disappear first before Alexis and Courtney could consider themselves to be near home, and there was still plenty of cityscape to pass through to reach that point. At least the slow progress meant the girls had time to sit back and simply enjoy each other’s company, talking about whatever topics they could come up with and occasionally glancing out the window to see how far they had moved in the few minutes between each check. But those minutes added up, short though the intervals themselves may have been; first ten, then twenty, then thirty, and now the girls should have been halfway to their destination, but were only just now coming to the less-dense parts of town. And over those thirty minutes, the two sharing the backseat gradually got more restless, and their conversations now seemed to always find a way to return to the topic of bladders in need of emptying. If not their own in the moment, then it would be recollections of events from school, and those still tended to include Courtney in some way or another – it could hardly be considered a secret that she liked toying with other girls in that way, to the point where it was often one of the first things newcomers to the university would be warned about; stay away from Courtney, they’d say, don’t get on her bad side. But now nobody had to fear her wrath, for she was being subjected to her own body’s anger today, as was her equally-notorious girlfriend. Neither could really say it was particularly bad yet, but… “Hey, any chance we could stop somewhere?” That was Alexis, sitting with her legs crossed and a foot tapping. “What? No,” Robin replied, glancing at the rear-view mirror with her eyes narrowed slightly. “Even if I could there’s just houses around here. If you guys actually need to pee like you’ve been going on about for the last ten minutes, you’re gonna have to do it later ‘cause there’s nowhere here for you.” Shaking her head, she added, “Or, better yet, you should’ve done it while you were waiting for me to come get you.” “She’s got a good point there, Lexi,” Courtney chimed in. “I mean, you were certain back then that you could hold it until we got back, doesn’t really make sense for you to be asking to stop after that.” Alexis shifted around and shrugged. “The urge can really kinda sneak up on you, y’know. But, fine, yeah, I’ll wait.” She reached out to poke Courtney in the side before going on, “We’ll see how long it takes before you start asking for a pit stop.” Courtney flinched at the contact and seemed to tense up a bit. “D-don’t worry about me,” she said. “I’ll be just fine for the… Uh, how long is it gonna take for us to get back, still?” Alexis put a hand up to her face to cover a chuckle as Robin answered, “At this rate? I’m not really sure. Could be another hour yet, could be a bit more, could be a bit less. I wouldn’t count on less, though, I can’t really push this truck that hard.” “Oh, yeah, no problem,” Courtney said with a little wave of the hand that wasn’t tugging at the hem of her skirt. “That should be just fine then.” She looked over at Alexis with a bit of a smirk after that, though somewhat lacking in her usual overpowering confidence. “Yeah, sure. Fine. If you say so.” Alexis shuffled about some more and folded her arms, looking down towards Courtney’s waist with a smirk of her own. “You didn’t sound so confident a second ago. Drinks catching up with you too, huh?” Courtney’s expression turned into a narrow-eyed frown. “Maybe a little. An hour is nothing though, I’ve dealt with worse. Just worry about yourself, hon.” Then her gaze softened and she added quietly, “But, of course you’ve got nothing to worry about anyways, since we’ve certainly pushed you a lot farther than this...” “Is that a challenge?” “No, just a little encouragement,” Courtney said, trying to sound innocent while finally retaliating for the earlier poke by pressing slightly on Alexis’s belly. “A reminder that however much you’ve got in there now, you can handle way more.” “Uh-huh.” Alexis batted Courtney’s hand away and squirmed again, switching which of her legs was resting over the other. “Can’t exactly say all the bumps and everything are really helping with that though…” “They’re not, but they definitely make things more interesting, don’t they?” After a quick, soft chuckle, Courtney continued, “A smooth ride would make it too easy. Too boring. Gotta get a little excitement in there.” Alexis shrugged and leaned against the window on her side. “I suppose so,” she said, bringing a hand to rest on her thigh. “Does bring back some memories of school trips and bus rides and all that, at least. Good times.” Just as she finished speaking, she tensed up and let out a tiny groan as Robin apparently managed to find yet another uneven patch of road at that exact moment. Courtney had a similar reaction, but neither of them addressed it directly. Instead, Courtney continued on with the topic Alexis had raised just before the moment of shock. “Oh, yeah, a school bus was always loads of trouble there. One last test of endurance after holding it in the whole school day, or through a whole field trip and back. Like, uh, remember that time when-” “Yes, yes, I do remember that, and that’s not something I want to be thinking about right now,” Alexis interjected. “We can reminisce when we get back.” “We sure can. For now, we’ll have to settle for reliving it, eh? With a… slightly different ending, though, I’m sure.” Alexis nodded without really looking directly at Courtney. “Slightly different, uh-huh.” Then she took a deep breath and shifted around some more to settle into the least-uncomfortable position she could find. That really didn’t turn out to be very much of an improvement at all, but given the circumstances just about anything to ease even a little pressure was more than welcome – anything, of course, that didn’t include a more literal interpretation of relief. And at least for now the girls in the backseat were doing a good enough job of keeping things metaphorical, even though it did require some shuffling now and again – Courtney did her best to keep her movements a little more subdued than Alexis’s increasingly-obvious squirming, but as the truck crawled along she was finding it harder and harder to resist mimicking her girlfriend’s movements. Hardly a bladder-friendly situation, especially with the group’s speed – more accurately, lack of it – turning the suburban sprawl into an apparently-boundless expanse of houses. Home after home, nothing but private property as far as anyone could see, an unfortunate consequence of being unable to travel at highway speeds and thus forced to take only local roads; all adding up to a long stretch with nowhere at all to stop even if they could. “Ah, crap.” At least, they couldn’t stop voluntarily, but now as Robin voiced her displeasure and pulled the truck over, it was pretty clear that they could still be forced to stop. They ended up in front of a modest residence, and Robin grumbled further to herself as she unbuckled herself and prepared to step out of the vehicle. Of the two still in the back seat, Courtney was the first to address the situation. “Uh, what’s going on?” she asked, leaning forward with legs gently crossed and a hand on her thigh. “Gotta check the oil, might even need to change it out,” Robin said, not even really looking over to the other girls, pausing for just a moment in her attempt to disembark. “W-what, right now?” Alexis’s voice wavered ever so slightly as she asked the question. “Yes, right now.” That was all the explanation Robin offered as she hopped out and slammed the door behind her. Then she went around to the back to fetch what supplies she needed before making her way to the front and soon disappearing behind the raised hood. In the meantime, the others looked aimlessly around, shifting positions as they attempted to clear the present confusion with some sort of conversation, for which Alexis took the initiative. “So… What now?” “What do you mean, what now, there’s nothing to do now except just wait.” Courtney tugged at the seatbelt for a moment, but otherwise stayed as she was. “Well, yeah, but, like…” Alexis glanced through the window at her side. “If we’re just gonna be sitting here, it’d probably be better if we stepped out instead, and, y’know.” Courtney managed a little chuckle in response. “What, you wanna just piss right out in the street or something? Go knocking on random doors hoping someone’s gonna let strangers into their house? ‘cause I don’t think we’re gonna be peeing anywhere around here otherwise.” Alexis responded with a shrug. “I dunno, it’s… It’s an option. It’s something. I’m not exactly a fan of the idea of... pissing myself in here.” “So just don’t piss yourself,” Courtney said with a serious tone at first, before winking and letting out a little giggle. “Surely that must be super easy for you considering how you treated Dakota. Wouldn’t want to look like a hypocrite.” “That was all just the same teasing you do to me.” Alexis reached out for just a moment to deliver the slightest poke to Courtney’s belly. “And I’ve seen you get practically crying desperate just to end up soaked loads of times, so I don’t exactly think it works that way.” With a bit of a strained chuckle she concluded, “A-and don’t call me Shirley.” Courtney flinched at the poke and returned a quick jab of her own, prompting a tiny squeak from Alexis. “Mmmn-tch, uh, no, if you wanna compare to what I do, you were going way easy on her… But that’s not important right now.” After a quick humored breath, she continued, “This really shouldn’t be a problem for you at all compared to some of that. So, y’know, just don’t piss yourself, simple as that.” “A-ah…” Alexis squeezed her thighs together upon getting poked, and once the wave it created faded, she took a deep breath. “I-if you say so. Still, though, this really isn’t the place for pushing myself that far if I can help it.” A raised eyebrow and a smirk accompanied the response. “This is where you draw the line? You’re totally fine getting eaten out in the school hallway between classes, but pissing yourself in a car is too out-there for you?” “I-it’s someone else’s car,” Alexis pointed out, her face red as she entirely ignored the first thing Courtney had listed. “I wouldn’t care if it were ours. This isn’t the same as messing up our own furniture or leaving a puddle behind somewhere it can just get mopped up in two seconds.” “Yeah, sure, I guess. Well, then, like I said, all we can do now is just wait.” “Uh-huh. Perfect,” Alexis mumbled, folding her arms and legs as she looked off to the side. Indeed, with no other options all she could do was sit there and wait, looking out at all the nothing happening on the street around her. Maybe if there were anything interesting to see out there, the wait would be more bearable, but as it stood there was nothing to take her mind off of the ever-growing pressure – and in fact the presence of Courtney right next to her just kept her mind on it, even without anything being said. Perhaps especially so, even; it just let her imagine the things Courtney might want to say, and that was almost worse than actually hearing it all. Thus trapped with her imagination, and Courtney stuck dealing with her own problems, the two shuffled around more and more over time, until at last Robin got back into the truck and started the engine up again, saying, “Alright, that’s taken care of. You guys got your seatbelts on?” The two in the backseat looked at each other for a moment, shuffling uncomfortably under the still-in-place restraints, and Courtney took it upon herself to speak up for the both of them. “Uh, yup. All set.” “Good,” Robin said, almost immediately shifting gears and pulling away from the curb. “Hopefully that’s going to be the only stop along the way. Everything looks fine now, so I think it will be, but… You never really know with a piece of crap like this.” A halfhearted chuckle came from each of the other girls in response, both of them unsure not just of whether that was supposed to be a joke, but also whether Robin was actually particularly confident in her assessment. Of course it would be best for everyone involved if things worked out as expected, but even the suggestion of uncertainty created some unease. Of course, that unease only grew over time despite the visible proof that each minute of waiting brought them closer to home – each minute also brought more pressure and weight, more opportunities to be rattled by imperfections in the roads, and for every minute that passed without incident there was always the chance that some disaster would occur in the next. It certainly didn’t help that they weren’t moving very fast, and it helped even less that time felt like it was stretching itself out for the two girls; every second felt longer than the last, each breath seeming slower as their seatbelts got ever tighter and nothing could come to mind that might speed things along. The two tried to keep up some conversation with each other, but it was always awkward and never strayed too far from the only thing they could think of; complaints about the fullness of their bladders, encouragement and reassurances that they would be home soon, and even teasing about the fact that they had to complain in the first place. Before too long, though, those complaints found themselves being directed at the driver, too, first from Alexis at the sight of the suburban sprawl thinning out and giving way to a more humble environment; in particular, the sight of proper foliage. With a hand wedged between her legs and the other tapping at the armrest at her side, she suggested, “H-hey, we really should pull over here.” “What? We’re like… not even a half hour out at this point,” came the response from the front, Robin’s speech terse and her voice radiating displeasure. Lifting her hand from the shifter for just a moment she gestured towards the surroundings and continued, “This is all private property anyways, I dunno what you’re expecting to accomplish.” “I really don’t think my bladder cares who owns the land around here,” Alexis replied, a hint of a whine to her voice. “And I’m n-not really in a position to get picky right about now…” Courtney just nodded along at first, her legs tightly crossed while her hands bunched up her skirt. “Uh, yeah, this is… not going too good. I’m not really seeing any options here beyond we pop a squat right out here or stuff’s getting sprayed down back here.” “How about neither?” Robin huffed and shook her head. “Even if we were in the middle of nowhere I still can’t leave this thing idling long enough for you two to go find somewhere to piss and if I shut it off I have no idea if I’m gonna be able to get it started again without a lot of effort that I just do not have the energy for.” “Well, you’re gonna have to do something,” Alexis insisted. “I’m gonna fucking burst back here.” “Like hell you are. You are not gonna mess up my seats and I am not stopping for you.” Robin glared into the rear-view mirror to emphasize her point. Courtney responded with a groan and swapped which leg was over the other. “Uuggh, what do you even care about the seats anyways? You said yourself this truck’s a piece of shit.” She tried to make herself sound tough, but the incessant wiggling and jiggling wasn’t really doing her any favors. “Because I’m the one who’d have to clean up after you, and I am way too tired to let you two pile even more stuff on for me to do before I can get some rest.” With another annoyed huff, Robin continued, “I’m already going out of my way to do this for you, just be grateful for that. Twentyish minutes and you’ll be on your own toilet anyways.” “I guaran-fuckin’-tee we do not have twenty minutes,” Alexis complained, again with a whine to her voice. “Even ten feels like a-Aaah?!” A bump in the road cut Courtney off and forced her to shove both hands between her legs for a moment, pressing her skirt as tightly against herself as she could manage, until a moment later she had recovered enough to take a breath and finish, “… A bit of a stretch.” “That’s not really my problem. Don’t make it my problem.” Alexis had groaned upon going over the bump, and after giving herself a tight squeeze she fumbled for a moment with her button and zipper. “I’m… not sure you’re getting just how much of a problem this is,” she said, tugging at her seatbelt with one hand and putting the other down the front of her now-opened shorts. “It’s… Ugh, it’s gonna be your problem no matter what.” “If you’re not gonna pull over you could at least toss a bottle back here or something,” Courtney added. “A towel, I dunno. You work with cars, you’ve probably got loads of rags and whatever.” Robin let out a heavy-but-sharp sigh. “Well, I’m not gonna explain again why I can’t stop here. And there’s nothing up here for you either. Even if there was, what, were you planning on sharing a towel somehow? Figured you were gonna share a bottle, fill it halfway each, what? No way you guys aren’t messing up my seats even if I could give you something, so tough luck. Just gotta deal with it.” “Oh, come ooonn,” Alexis whined, “There’s gotta be something you can do. It’s your truck, if you want it to stay clean that’s gonna be on you.” Courtney, meanwhile, sat back with a deep defeated breath, pressing her skirt down between her crossed legs. “Maybe you ought to just piss yourself to prove the point.” “Oh, no way, that is not gonna happen!” Robin cut in. “Nobody is peeing in my truck. That’s final. I don’t care what you have to do to make it work, just do not pee on my seats.” Alexis groaned again and shook her head. “There are only so many different ways I can tell you your seats are gonna be getting pissed on no matter what unless you do something about it. And talking about it is just making it worse, so just… I dunno, do something.” “And I’m running out of ways to tell you there’s nothing I can do about it. Alright? And you know what?” Robin looked over her shoulder for just a moment before turning her attention back to the road. “You guys called me, remember? I didn’t need to come out here and pick you up. In fact, I’d really rather not be here at all, I’ve got a well-earned massage waiting at home and that is how I need to be spending my time after the week I had. But I’m out here anyways ‘cause you guys called me, you needed help, and I am just being a good friend and helping where I’m needed. If you weren’t prepared to do a really simple straightforward ride home without a piss stop, you shouldn’t have called. Or you should have used the toilets at the bar I picked you up from. You got yourselves into this situation, you guys are gonna have to fix your own problem.” She stopped to take a deep breath, and then finished, “Without causing any problems for me in the process!” “The fuck are you getting mad at us for?” Courtney retorted. “If you didn’t want to come out you could have just said so and we would have just called someone who did want to pick us up.” “Though I’m not really sure the situation would be much better in someone else’s car,” Alexis muttered. “Wetting nicer seats would be way more of a problem, even.” Courtney shrugged. “I guess. But then we would have been able to stop, or we’d have been able to get back faster, or something.” “Someone else’s car wouldn’t change the fact that there’s nowhere to stop that isn’t private property,” Robin pointed out. “Even if you were riding with someone who could leave a car idling for more than five seconds before it catches fire I’m sure there’d still be no stops.” “Still…” While Courtney squirmed with an indignant huff, Alexis chimed in, “Well, look, if you can’t stop or give us anything can you at least just drive faster? There’s no way I’m gonna be able to hold it if we’re going this slow.” “Sounds like someone’s wet her panties already,” Courtney teased despite everything. “Yeah and I bet you have too, so shush!” Robin responded with a quick groan and a shake of her head. “It doesn’t matter how wet your underwear is, this is as fast as I can go unless you want me to risk breaking down. So for like the millionth time already all you can do is just sit there and hold it, alright? I don’t care at this point if your pee is in you or in your panties or whatever, just keep it off of anything that’s part of my truck.” “Believe me, I’m trying, but it’s really not looking like it’s gonna end well,” Alexis whined. “Figure it out,” Robin said, putting a hand up to the side of her head for a moment. “Just… complaining at me isn’t gonna help, so if you really can’t stay quiet, just whine at each other, would you?” Then she grumbled to herself for a little while, and Alexis sat back with a drawn-out groan while squeezing herself tightly with both hands. “Ugggghhhhh, whatever… Please tell me you’ve got some idea, at least…” She laid one leg over the other as she turned to Courtney. But Courtney responded with a shrug and a weak shake of her head. “I got nothing,” she said. “Unless you wanna hang your ass out the window, but I don’t think that’s a good idea…” “Well, fuck.” Alexis took a sharp breath and clenched every muscle she could, leaving just enough strength to say, “This wasn’t how I expected our date to end up…” “It’s not too far off. I just wish… Nnghh!” A sudden bump in the road forced Courtney to cut off her thought, and prompted a squeak from Alexis as well. Both felt the heat between their legs refresh just then as well, and from there they spent whatever energy they had left on building some semblance of a defense. Alexis was practically balled up, trembling with her hands between her legs, while Courtney had her legs down but thighs grinding against each other while she kneaded herself to try and find even the slightest relief. All the while they muttered to themselves and to each other, vague words of encouragement or mantras built on the faint hope that they could talk themselves into lasting however much longer would be necessary. Unfortunately, even their best efforts proved to not be enough, and not even five minutes later their defenses were breached for the final time. Courtney was the first to surrender to what started as unstoppable spurts, removing her hands once she could feel the liquid pooling both beneath her and in the space between her thighs. With her eyes watering, there was nothing more she could do than put her hands down to her sides in tight fists as the spurts became an agonizingly-slow stream. Despite the fact that she was clearly beyond help, she didn’t fully give up just yet, and so at least at first there was little relief to be found in the scalding drizzle spilling out onto the seat, creating a lake between her legs that soon saturated her skirt and began pooling atop it as her thighs remained stuck together, trembling but not otherwise moving. Alexis was a little more stubborn, staying in her tense, curled-up position as if she could fight off the flood that way. With her knees pulled up to her chest and her eyes closed, both hands firmly between her legs, her forced relief came a little more fiercely, first as a major spurt then a constant dribble, escalating from there into a steady, heavy flow, pouring through her underwear and shorts and spilling past her fingers to the seat below, spreading out all around her. No more words were exchanged at this point – what more was there still to be said? – and of all things this absence of vocalization beyond some whimpering was what caught Robin’s attention. “Oh, now you guys will shut up, huh?” she muttered, her eyes then widening as she picked up on the faint hiss being produced by Alexis. “Woah, woah, hey! Hey!” Furiously whipping herself around to look back at the two, Robin shouted, “You two better not be peeing back there! For God’s sake, I just got done duct-taping those seats!” Then she turned back to watch the road, hitting the outside of the steering wheel with a single fist while grumbling about the situation. Courtney was the one to muster up a response, looking down at her lap and then at the back of the seat in front of her. “We did try to tell you,” she choked out, the stress in her voice only then fading with a sigh as she let herself relax a little more to properly and thoroughly relieve herself, her trickle intensifying to a spray more like what Alexis was putting out. Alexis herself then let out a heavy breath through clenched teeth, reluctantly lowering her legs and pulling her hands out from the line of fire, resting them instead on her thighs as she leaned forward and accepted her fate. Her shoes caused a splash when they came down to the floor of the car to be set down in a puddle of her own making; one which spread out to mingle with Courtney’s in the space between the two. Meanwhile, Robin kept driving, taking deep breaths of her own in an attempt to calm down for the remainder of the journey. Forcing herself to stare straight ahead, she couldn’t do anything to block out the sounds of hissing and splashing and the audible relief of the heavy breaths from the two girls behind her; all a reminder that they had just made much more work for her to do when she got home – but first she needed to get them home too. At least their relief didn’t last much longer than a minute, after which point Courtney and Alexis were both left panting, sitting in their cooling puddles with red faces and wet cheeks. They could at least find some comfort in reaching out to hold hands, as bad of an idea as that was considering how unclean their hands were, and for the last few minutes of the drive they leaned in towards each other for the rest of the drive. Robin didn’t speak to them until a few minutes later, when she came to a stop in front of their dorm building on campus; and even then all she said was a curt, quick, “Here you are,” allowing the two to step out while awkwardly attempting to cover the all-encompassing wetness. As soon as they were out and the doors closed again, Robin sped off as quickly as she could, tires squealing in the process of turning around, leaving Courtney and Alexis to hurry inside before too many people could look in their direction.

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