ok i’m not really that into piss drinking but omo + road trip + a container that's definitely too small =
you’ve been driving for so long and you’re gonna burst. it’s been hours of holding and at this point, you’re having trouble focusing on the road.
your partner looks over at you nervously from the passenger seat.
“do we need to stop somewhere?” they ask, noticing how fidgety you’ve gotten.
“the next gas station isn’t for another ten miles.” you keep your eyes firmly on the road, resisting the urge to take one hand off the wheel to squeeze yourself. your legs are pressed together so tightly, and you can feel your heart rate increasing.
“can you wait that long?” they ask.
you take a second before answering, suddenly humiliated that they even have to ask. it’s overwhelming, and you grimace.
“no,” comes the tiny squeak from your tense throat.
you can tell they’re trying to keep the panic out of their voice, but it doesn’t really help. you’re about to leak.
“i- i don’t know, is there like a container in here or something?” you say it all in a rush, not very confident in your ability to speak, drive, and hold all at once.
your partner looks around for a few seconds. they slowly pull their water bottle out from the cup holder in the door.
“i mean… there’s this? but it still has water in it. and then i’d have to clean it before filling it again,” they say, and they sound more than a little reluctant.
“fuck, can i? i need to go so bad. please, i’m not gonna make it.”
after a long pause, they say, “okay. just let me drink the rest of the water first.” you nod frantically as they bring the bottle to their lips. it’s a fairly small bottle, and they’ve had to refill it at nearly every stop along the way. but as small as it is, it seems to take forever for your partner to drink it all.
while they’re drinking, you get ready to pee into it. just the thought of release is almost enough to make you leak right then and there. after some shimmying with one hand on the wheel, you finally manage to get your sweatpants past your knees.
finally, your partner reaches over with the empty bottle, still uncapped. you eye it nervously as they get into position.
“i don’t think that’ll be able to hold it all,” you nearly sob.
“then i’ll just pour it out the window once it’s full and you can keep going,” they shrug.
“no—shit—that’s gonna get piss all over the car and i just got it washed!”
“okay, um, fuck, i guess i’ll… drink it?” you glance over at them and you feel your cheeks get hot. they look… like they don’t think it’s that bad of an idea, actually.
“fuck, whatever works, please just line me up, ok?”
your partner lines up the opening of the bottle with your peehole, and you look down just to make sure nothing will spill.
the first drop hurts. you can feel your body’s reluctance to peeing here, your muscles clenching and unclenching repeatedly until finally, finally it’s too much.
it all comes out in a loud hiss. the sound of your piss hitting the metal of the bottle is almost torturous. but it feels so good to let go.
after a few moments of blissful relief, your partner speaks up, “babe, the bottle is almost full. you gotta stop for a bit.”
dread washes over you. looking down, you realize that, fuck, they’re right. it takes an enormous amount of effort to cut off the stream. it hurts. fuck, it hurts so bad, and it’s so hard to stop from leaking. you bite your lip. tears are welling in your eyes.
next to you, your partner looks like they’re hyping themselves up. like they need a moment before they can actually start drinking.
“fuck, please just drink it, i’m gonna leak!”
another second and they bring the bottle to their lips, taking a cautious sip. soon, they’re drinking the rest, and it’s loud. you can’t tell if they’re moaning or gasping for air between sips. they make it through the bottle so fast they’re out of breath by the end. fuck, as desperate as you are, that was so hot. seeing them drink your piss like it's the last thing they'd ever get to taste... that truly is something.
hands shaking, they line you up with the bottle again. “ok, you can go again.”
as you start peeing again, you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. fuck, it somehow feels even better this time. after being interrupted, the release is just that much more intense. you can’t help but moan, the sound of your voice drowned out by the hissing and the gush of your piss against the metal.
“fuck, you gotta stop again. it’s almost full.” your partner takes the bottle away a second too soon, and a little bit of piss ends up on the seat before you can cut the stream off. you whimper as you feel it soak into the fabric underneath you.
your partner is drinking again. they’ve got the bottle pressed to their lips, but they pause.
“fuck, why’d you stop?” you whine. you can't tell if the noise was because of how desperate you are or the sight of them drinking your piss.
“hang on, just gimme a second. i’m already really full.”
your bladder throbs as they breathe against the mouth of the bottle. it’s screaming for release, and it’s so hard to keep yourself from leaking.
finally, your partner starts drinking again, but now they’re going so much slower. you’re squirming, white knuckling the steering wheel. it hurts, fuck, it hurts—
a leak pushes past your control. shit. your seat is even wetter than before. you whimper again, tears threatening to spill past your eyes. you don’t know how much longer you have before another leak escapes.
in the passenger seat, your partner is almost done, the bottle tipped up at an angle as they drink up the last drops.
when they’re done, they line you up for a third time. the dam breaks instantly, barely giving them enough time to get in position.
your piss rushes out of you so fast it fills up the bottle within seconds. your partner, staring intently at you as you piss your brains out, doesn't seem to notice how full it's getting.
"um, fuck, it's almost full!" you choke out. they snap out of their daze at the sound of your voice. the shock of their focus jolts their whole body, and their arm spasms.
piss spills out all over your thighs and the seat. it wasn't the whole thing, but the bottle is a lot emptier now than it was a few seconds ago. they scramble to line you up with the bottle again, cursing as they realize that not only did they spill the bottle, but that your stream hit the seat unprotected for a second or two.
finally, the tears force their way past your eyelashes. you're covered in piss, and the whole point of this was to keep you dry.
"fuck, baby, why?" you sob.
"shit, i'm sorry! i'm so sorry!"
"are there napkins in here? a towel?" your voice is strained through the tears. your partner looks around, taking their eyes off of how full the bottle is getting.
soon it's overflowing with how much piss was torturing you in your overfilled bladder. but you can't cut off the stream. your muscles are too weak, and you just keep peeing.
"nonononononono shitshitshitshit—" it doesn't matter what you say. your body is betraying you. but you can feel your stream slowing, feel your abdomen tighten as it forces the last drops out.
your partner snatches the overfilled bottle away, capping it and sticking it between their legs. the outside is wet, and it dampens their pants a little.
finally, you're done. there's a huge, warm puddle under your ass and it's spilling over the edge of the seat with the motion of the car, getting your pants wet too.
tears are streaming down your face, and you're constantly having to blink them away just so you can keep a clear view of the road. you're full on sobbing now, so distraught you can't even feel relieved. you're soaked in your own piss, and it's quickly cooling underneath you.
meanwhile, your partner seems to be... grinding on the bottle? or at least that's what it looks like out of the corner of your eye. the sight of them shocks you out of your tears.
it's dark by now, but you swear you can see them humping the bottle full of your piss.
and then you hear them moan. yeah, they're definitely grinding on it. you can feel yourself start to throb as the situation washes over you, and now it doesn't seem so bad.
you pull over at the next exit that advertises a motel and stop for the night. just to shower. no other reason... definitely nothing else...
sorry for the abrupt ending 😭 lowk couldn't figure out what to do from there
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