pst, just thought of an idea you might like
macro and micro both *desperate* to go and trying and failing to use a regular sized toilet
the micro is struggling just to get onto the thing as they're really not in the state for high intensity climbing, but their only choice is to continue holding it or try to not wet themselves while manoeuvreing their way up
and the macro just has such a big bladder they can't fit all the pee they gotta release in this little toilet, so they either have to let it overflow or let out only the tiniest little tinkle
Ooh I like this a lot! I imagine the micro is struggling to get onto the toilet, full on potty dancing because they can’t wait a moment longer. They beg the macro to pick them up so they can go properly, but the macro is using both of their hands to hold back a literal flood. They’ve just been hovering over the toilet, pants still on, holding in their pee because they realized if they go full force they’ll overflow the toilet. They eventually manage to pick up the micro with one hand, with their other hand having a death grip on their crotch.
*PSSSHHT*
Fuck. They were leaking despite their best efforts. The micro was also having a bad time, the macro’s hand shaking was causing them to lose little spurts as they set them on the toilet lid. But just as they were yanking down the pants to position themselves, they heard a cry cut through the air.
“It’s coming out- I can’t-!”
*PSPSPSSSSSSSHHHH*
The macro’s bladder gave out. They felt wet warmth spread down their legs, spattering into the toilet bowl. Their stream hissed as the toilet rapidly filled with no signs of stopping. The micro, unfortunately, had a front row view, tormented by the sight of the macro’s relief; from their perspective it was like a yellow waterfall- gushing freely right in front of them. They whimpered as they felt their own bladder begin to empty itself against their will.
“Nonononoplease..!!”
*pssssssssSSSSSSHHHHHHH*
A quiet trickle that was barely audible against the macro’s thundering stream. Still they felt it, slow at first, then picking up at they finally stopped fighting and let go. It spread down their legs, soaking their socks and dripping down the lid of the toilet seat.
“No…I was so close….wha?”
The micro’s embarrassment turned to confusion when they realized the macro hadn’t stopped yet. And then confusion turned to fear when they realized what was about to happen.
“H-HEY! Slow down, before you make the toilet overflow!”
“I’m trying—I—I can’t stop—ohhh fuckimsorry-!”
The micro was struggling to get off of the toilet but it was too late. They watched in horror as the toilet overflowed with a tidal wave of warm piss, coming straight at them. They couldn’t even scream before getting swept away in the stream, falling over the toilet bowl and onto the floor. They flailed aimlessly in the growing puddle for about six minutes before they heard the macro’s stream turn into a trickle.
The macro was sobbing, they were utterly humiliated. The micro managed to get their bearings, and climbed up to their shoulder to console them.
“Hey… it’s ok! You did your best to hold it in.. the bathroom needed cleaning away.”
They macro sniffled and nodded.
“…Sorry for pissing on you…”
“Don’t worry about it…I mean, I thought it was kinda hot…”
The macro felt their face get red.
“Glad I could help,” they giggled.
I had fun writing this, thanks for the ask!