Gabby, Emma, Jennifer, Monica, Anna

Shani's performance kind of opened the door for some unimpressive performances, which really eased Chance's nerves. After Shani he'd taken his hand out of his pants, and convinced himself that he wasn't so much into the pee as he was the ladies who were doing the peeing.

Esther and Lauren both did some pretty uninspired stuff. Miracle, and Shokouh were too grossed out to even finish peeing themselves. When Gabby went up everyone was expecting another gutter ball, but Gabby had a big surprise for everyone.

"You've been avoiding me Chance." Her voice was husky, almost sexy. She was wearing a strappy orange sundress, and underneath a sexy lacey bra and panty set, "I think I know why."

Chance sighed, and sunk into his chair. "Yeah Gabby I'm sorry about that. I should have spoken to you first thing, I just didn't know how to..."

"You're afraid that if you get a taste of my pussy you're not going to be able to turn back."

"W-what?" Chance wasn't the only once surprised. Every girl in the circle gaped at shy innocent Gabby. They didn't even think Gabby knew that word, let alone what it meant. Now she was just tossing it around, and sounding sexy as hell? Venus was in retrograde, that had to be it.

"You heard me," Gabby husked. One hand trailed to the hem of her dress and lifted it up ever so lightly revealing her crimson panties, just for a second. Chance gasped, and shifted in his seat. Gabby was... wow. She'd always been such a tom boys, such a nerd. He'd never really seen her like this. Confident, slutty... sexy. When she joined the show he'd thought it was a prank. But the peek at her panties, well, maybe this could work.

"You're afraid that I'll spoil you, for all your other sluts. Well let me tell you, you're right. I'm the hottest fucking piss prostitute there is."

Everyone froze... before bursting into laughter. Even Chance was doubled over in his chair crying tears of joy. "Piss! Piss prostitute! Hahahaha!" He gasped for air, and did his best to keep from cracking ribs.

"What?" Gabby stomped her foot. "That's the term! I'm talking dirty alright?"

"Piss prostitute? No. No one has ever used that phrase... ever."

"Well you're a virgin, what do you know? I happen to know plenty of people think that's a sexy term," Gabby put her hands on her hips, and had pretty much given up any pretense of being sexy.

"Yeah?" Chance challenged, "And who told you that?"

Gabby

Angry Ecuadorian

"I can't believe you guys lied to me."

After the commercial break Chance handed a bottle of water back to an intern, and took a deep breath of air. The whole set had been laughing for the entire break and marketing was already drawing up designs for 'Piss Prostitute' t-shirts.

"Alright Gabby are you done?"

Gabby stamped her foot again, and put her hands on her hips. "No. You still haven't seen me pee. I mean it's only fair, since I've seen you pee yourself before."

Chance chuckled. "So we're playing that game?"

"Hell yeah," Gabby took a step forward and was right in front of him now. She smoothed out the wrinkles of her orange dress, nervously.

"You know you can drop out anytime you want right? You've made your point. I see that this whole show was just one big power trip for me, I really do. But I really like a lot of these girls, and I'm having fun. I just, I get your point Gabby, and I don't want this whole thing to ruin our friendship."

"I'm not here to make a point." There was a surprising amount of confidence in her voice, "In case you didn't notice I'm a sexy woman, and I'm here to play." She widened her stance just a bit.

Chance was feeling short of breath, "You don't have to do this Gabby."

"I know." She whispered. "I want to." She grabbed his hand gently and led it to her pussy, allowing him to gently cup her silky clad nethers. He blushed and looked away.

"Look at me Chance." She ground her silky crotch against his hand as she gently gripped his wrist, "Look at me."

He raised his eyes to meet hers. They connected for a brief second, smiling in the way they usually did in awkward situations like this. Gabby took one last deep breath, and pressed her crotch firmly against his hand. She gasped and bit her lip as her warm stream of urine came bubbling out of her panties and into his open palm. It rained down onto the wet tile beneath them, and sounded like thunder to Gabby's ears. Suddenly the two of them were in an incredibly intimate situation, it was just the two of them. Chance looked into her deep eyes, as her hot piss flowed out between his fingers. She loved him. She'd said it, sure. Heck he'd even known it for a while, but now he saw it. He was feeling shy Gabby peeing into his hand, masturbating with his hand. Fighting for him. This wasn't who she was, but it's who she was willing to be for him.

Her face was almost as red as her panties, embarrassment filling her with a light headed feeling. She could only take solace in the fact that Chance was blushing just as much. Plus it was damn nice to finally get something to stimulate her pussy. Two weeks on those pills, and in a cage had left her surprisingly frisky. Frisky enough to dry hump her best friend's hand... well there was nothing dry about it. She was pissing herself in front of a television crew, hell in front of all of America. She didn't care though. Chance was touching her, and she was touching him. She would fight for this moment and a million more to come, she would.

Gabby was panting and gasping along with Chance. Her sodden panties were pulled up into her pussy lips, which were smearing themselves along his drenched hand. She stopped peeing minutes ago, but neither seemed ready to stop.

"If you keep going like this you're going to cum," he warned.

"Can't we cum during challenges?"

"Only if given permission."

Drat. She could have kept going, she wanted to. The moment could last forever, she really didn't care. Not about the cameras, or the pee, or the other girls. For a brief moment she'd gotten his attention, really showed him what she was capable of. Now he saw her as she'd always wanted, sexy, proud, confident. She sighed, and used her arms to **** Chance's hand away from her dripping twat. Her hips gave a few last minor thrusts before she was able to fully control herself again, "Well, I hope I've given you something to think about."

Chance

Conflicted Sad Boy

"Boy did she. Too much to think about. I'm trying to have a fun fetish show, and my best friend is fucking with my head. Argh, I'm so confused man. I don't want to, but I've got to take her out tonight. I can't let her do this to herself. I don't deserve a woman like Gabby. If she stays in, she's going to become a total slut like the other girls. She's too good for that. Tonight, Gabby is going home. For her own good."

Gabby

Ecuadorian

"I gotta say, I think he really liked it. It's not how I imagined our first time. Well I always thought he'd be in a suit, I'd be in a dress, and we'd be in a mansion, but other than that. I know it wasn't really sex, but come on, we just made love. And he was into it! His thing, was so hard I kept on glancing at it! Now he knows that I'm not just the girl next door! I'm smart, I'm sexy, and I can be all his if he earns it. Man. Also, pee isn't so bad. You just have to get over the hump of actually peeing, and after that it all just comes out. I'm so lucky I've got this belt back on, because I am super horny after everything."

Chance

Pee Lover

"As absolutely embarrassing as it is to have your sexual awakening in front of fifty people, and then the world, it's a sexual awakening all the same. When we got watersports I was like 'fuck off'. Ten girls in though, and I'm actually thinking I'm into it. I dunno, just seeing them do something so crass, it's trashy and I love it. Because as much as I'm looking for love, I'm not looking for a classy date, I want a nasty debased slut as my one true love."

Speaking of nasty debased sluts, it's Emma's turn.

Emma skipped to her position ready to go and full of energy. She was dressed in her standard blue and white cheerleader outfit, with some plain white nurse shoes, and a pair of knee highs socks. Her hair was tied up in pig tails, and her lips were glossed.

"Ready to go?" Chance gave a nod, and she pouted, "Mr. DuFran, do I really have to do this?"

Chance smiled wryly. "You can quit any time you want to Emma."

"My cute little outfit's going to get ruined!"

"If you're not a big enough slut, then I guess we should just move on."

"No! No. I'll do it... I'll be your slut." She kicked her shoes off, with a huff. She gave a small shudder as she stepped unprotected into the pool of pee that was pretty much covering every inch of the floor. Her nice white socks instantly soaked up her fellow contestant's urine and became soaked. She did her best to pretend like the shudder was in disgust, but she was loving it. Pure white socks ruined by sexual deviancy? That was the core of Emma's sexual nature. "Ew it's in my socks!" She squeed. "This is so gross." Her hands vanished beneath her skirt. and began to pull her plain white panties down her legs.

"I don't know you look like you're enjoying it," Chance said, pointing to the wet spot visible on the white fabric. The only wet spot of the day actually caused by sexual arousal.

"N-no," Her voice was small, as she stepped out of her panties. She let them fall to the ground like a feather from a bird. They splashed into the pull, as ruined as her socks were.

Free of shoes and free of panties, she performed a few quick stretches, allowing Chance to marvel at her tight flexible body. Only Shani could really compete with Emma as far as a healthy body went. She may have been small, but she was fit beyond question. It was nice to simply admire her wildcat body going through the motions.

"Here I go Mr. DuFran!" Emma rolled onto her back, and threw her legs up in the air. She was resting only on her shoulders and her neck, and well as her elbows which were propping up her ass. Her wet feet were sticking straight up into the air, while her skirt fell down leaving nothing to the imagination.

"My uniform is ruined," she whined, "The other girls are going to think I'm gross."

She let out a long sigh as she spread her two legs out. Like really spread them out. It was an impressive display of muscle control. One leg went in one direction, and another in a completely different direction. It took a few moments of focus but when it was through Emma was in a perfect T position, with her purring pussy proudly displayed. "But this is what Mr. DuFran wants. I'll be his dirty slut."

With no further delay an arc of golden majesty jumped from Emma's twat. It arched through the air only to descend and splash over her face. The arc crashed and landed on that cute face with the most unflattering of wet noises. There were a few gasps from the girls. It was a surprising move to say the least. Emma was gasping too, because she was having the time of her life. She was actually having a hard time keeping her stream steady and aimed at her face because her pussy was clenching with pleasure. She was drenching herself in her own filth and that pleasured a part of her genetic makeup that cocks and toys never would.

Sadly all good things must come to an end. Eventually Emma's shower lost steam, and she had to bring her pleasure to an end. She brought her legs back together, and back down to the ground. She crossed her legs, and smiled. They all thought she was done! How cute. With that naughty grin still on her face she brought one of her long pig tails to her hands and admired it. The once poofy bit of hair was now soaked with her own urine, dark, and sea weedy. She moaned lustfully at the touch and feel. When she got her hair dirty... now that's when it was really good. To see her crowning glory ruined like that, was simply divine. She opened her mouth up and squeezed as much urine out of her hair and into her mouth as she could. She squeezed and strained her pigtails like a wet sponge filling her mouth with the contents of the pool. She savored the disgusting concoction before spitting it out over her large pink nipples, and the tits they rested on.

She looked a mess. She was soaked as a rat, in probably the worst liquid you could safely be soaked in, her makeup was running. Her hair was ruined, her uniform wad destroyed. She smelled, and simply felt fantastic. For Emma this is what sexy looked like. She only wore make up, only dressed nice so she could ruin that look. She wanted people to look at pictures of her before and after sex and wonder what happened to that cute little girl. She wanted a man who could really put her through the wringer, and she was hopping Chance wanted the same thing. Sitting there now, dripping with her own urine, the taste of piss fresh on her tongue, she'd never felt sexier.

"I'm so filthy. but also like so horny. I don't get it. You make me do all these disgusting things, and I get so wet from them. It feels like, like sometimes I'm only my real self when I'm with you. Like this is who I really am."

Emma

Belgian

"Monica isn't the only girl who likes to roleplay."

Emma was feeling quite proud of herself and returned to the sidelines. The other ladies gave her a wide birth, because Emma was a dirty girl. In every sense of the phrase.

Such an exciting performance was going to be hard to follow up. When it came to nastiness there was none that could compete with Emma. That being said Jennifer figured she'd give it a go. Only when she stood up Monica came along with her.

"Do you mind if we go together?" She asked with a coy wink, "Two girls for the price of one."

Chance shrugged. At this point he was horny enough to agree to just about anything. His pee soaked hand was proof enough of that. "By all means."

"Great!" The two of them gripped onto the robes they were wearing, and threw them off. Oh boy was Chance in for a shock. The pastel alone was enough to blind the eyes. From head to toe the two of them were dressed like little girls. Their hair was put up in pig tails and tied up with either pink or purple ribbons. Jennifer had a pacifier in her mouth. Each of them were wearing tight pink shirts that didn't cover up anything past their breasts. Jennifer's had daisies sprinkled about her shirt, while Monica's read 'Lil' trouble maker'. Their excited nipples each popped through the soft fabric. Their tights stomachs were bare, dark, and oh so kissable. Their skirts were equally as pastel and almost made it to their knees, but not quite. Knee high socks covered their feet, as well as a pair of Velcro shoes. They looked, and smelled as sweet as strawberries.

"Oh no." Chance whispered, wiggling in his seat.

This one, was going to be a sight.

"Big sister!" Jennifer tugged on the sleeve of Monica's purple shirt. Her pacifier was hanging from her like a necklace, as she stood pigeon toed beside Monica. Chance was amazed. Just a few seconds ago she'd been an adult, but suddenly she was a new person. Her voice, her stance, everything about her seemed so little, and cute.

"Yes Jenni?" Monica had adopted the roll of big sister, her larger breasts certainly made her fit for the job. She was no slouch either. She looked every bit the part as Jennifer. She was gushing with that adorable sexiness that her sister was carrying.

"Daddy said he wanted to marry a slut right?" She fiddled with one of her bright purple pig tails.

"Mhm!"

"Well I want to marry Daddy someday! So how do I be a slut?"

Monica brought a finger to her chin, and tapped it, looking deep in thought. She swayed her hips from side to side, fidgeting as she contemplated her response, "Well...A slut always wants sex."

"That's super easy! I'm always thinking about Daddy's cock. I want him in my little pink pussy all the time." She jumped up and down, bouncing her hair around as she went. Chance was biting his hand by this point. Just four more girls to go! He could make it!

"A slut always does what she's told."

"Of course! I'm a good girl, I'd always do what Daddy told me."

"That's good! I'm sure we can both be good if Daddy gives us enough spankings. Now what was that last bit? Oh yeah! Finally a slut is always wet for her master."

"Wet? What do you mean?"

"I dunno, I just heard somebody say that one time."

Jennifer lifted up her skirt revealing a flowery pair of panties. A dark spot was rapidly spreading out from the crotch before the fabric became saturated a bright yellow stream of urine started leaking down her leg.

"What are you doing?!?!" Monica grabbed a hold of her 'sister'.

"I'm getting wet like you said. Now Daddy's going to marry me for sure!"

Monica gasped, "That's no fair! I want to marry Daddy!"

"Well you're not wet!" Jennifer pressed her leaking crotch against Monica's leg and let her stream roll down her sister's leg.

"I can get way wetter than you!" Monica bragged letting her own bladder put in some work.

The two wrestled, laughed, and pissed around for a good few moments until they reached the climax of their show. The two were face to face, chest to chest tribbing each other. Their sodden pee stained panties rubbed and rubbed, while the pussies behind them gushed and gushed back and forth. They were squealing and gasping in pleasure as their pussies kissed and spurted. The wet fabric of their panties sunk into their lips, as their pussies slipped together lustfully. Jennifer's hands were groping Monica's breasts squeezing them tightly as she bucked her hips. Monica's hands were down beneath the pool of urine. They gripped Jennifer's ass cheeks and spread them apart as her fingers dug into the delicate flesh.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Jennifer chirped in short little gasps. She felt so good! She usually only wet herself when she was playing a baby girl, this was a nice chance of pace. It helped that Monica really knew how to work her pussy, "Big sister you feel so good, keep peeing on me."

Monica could hardly speak. Her mouth was hanging open, and a bright flush was eclipsing her face. Monica was breaking character so badly, how had Jennifer managed to stay on message? Monica was supposed to be the professional. She'd underestimated just how much she loved roleplay. This age play shit was fun, and she was right on the edge. After only a little bit of tribbing she was ready to cum. How embarrassing. Although by this time her pussy was leaking as much cum as it was pee. When Jennifer asked for more she pushed down and emptied out whatever she had left in her, frantically humping her sister's pussy and whipping their mutual wetness every direction. So fucking hot, so fucking hot! She was her Daddy's little piss loving slut, this is the sort of thing she'd cum to. Cum. "Cumming!"

*Whack!*

"Momo's trying to be a bad girl and cum without Daddy's permission!"

Monica felt like she'd just got struck in the face with lightning. Behind her bleary eyes she could see Jennifer holding up the throbbing hand she'd just slapped Monica with. The Greek girl took a shuttering breath, and pulled her now empty pussy away. That was close. She'd almost acted her way out of the competition. "Sorry Daddy, I'm a bad slut. But look!"

"We're wet for you Daddy!" The two little sluts gestured to each other with pride. The two of them now thoroughly drenched in each other's pee and cum. In their outfits they looked like two children proud of some trick they'd just pulled, rather than two sluts who just had a very perverse lesbian encounter. Even the outfits couldn't hide their blushing skin, or their heavy panting.

Jennifer

Cuban

"I thought about wearing a diaper, but I didn't want to steal Lana's thunder. I still got my pacifier though!"

Monica

Greek

"Jennifer really saved me back there. I was ready to just give myself over to my fetish, and almost blew the competition. I really owe her one. Next time I'm going to have to be more careful."

When it was time for Anna the Astonishing to take the stage, the pool of urine was good and well covered. Not an inch of tile remained dry. Monica and Jennifer had picked themselves up out of their mutual juices, and waded away from an admiring Chance.

Our magician trudge through the urine in her shiny black heels and bowed to the mater of the house. "Mr. DuFran, would you mind moving your chair out of the pool. Ladies would you also mind standing outside of the pool?"

She was up to something.

Still, everyone decided to play ball. Chance grabbed his chair, and before long Anna was all alone in the pee filled pool.

"I thought long and hard about what my trick would be. Would I be a helplessly tied up, and **** to pee myself from desperation? Then I figured that everyone here would be trying to arouse your sexual organ." She stepped outside to the pool, moving with grace a fluidity that no stripper could match. "Well I decided I'd arouse your mind!" She threw off her cape and used the vast layers of cloth to cover up the pool. It laid over the top like plastic over leftover potato salad. She produced a little wand from her pocket and tapped her cape one, twice, three times. "Presto anish, I make this peepee vanish!"

She pulled her cape away from the pool, and revealed the bone dry tiles of the pool. There was not a drop of urine in the whole wide pool. No sign of Monica's tribbing, not of Gabby's romantic pussy cupping, no latex leaking, no shiny tights, no puppy piddle, none of it! She threw her cape back on and stuck a pose.

Unlike the other performances the people gasped in genuine wonder, rather than pure animal revulsion. How did she do that? Why did she do that? Stage magic wasn't sexy! No matter how much magicians try to convince you otherwise. Yet here we were. Sexy or not she'd certainly stopped the show in it's tracks.

Lauren was pretty quick to give a few claps, and the entire film crew followed. Before long she was in a pool of applause where the other girls had simply been in a pool of pee. It was a fair response for a magician who'd performed for a president.

Anna took off her top hand, and gave a slight bow. "Thank you very much, but making something vanish is not very impressive. The trick is only complete when you make it return. So without further adieu." She gave one last pose, and tipped her top hat in a very Bob Fosse way. The cameras zoomed in on the young lady, until finally she winked.

Tink tink tink.

The sound of rain drops filled the area. Tiny dark needle points spread across the ground darkening it with a wetness. The girls and film crew both cringed as the sudden rain speckled, then soaked their clothes with a light, but pungent wetness. Then light lightning that the brief storm never produced, the realization hit everyone.

No one knows how.

No one knows why.

All they knew is that at that very moment, all the lady urine from our afternoon of bathroom themed debauchery came falling down to earth as a gentle drizzle.

Shani

Egyptian

"What the fuck? How did she do that? Get out of here, that woman has powers."

Miracle

Congolese

"I know we've been just steeped in pee all day, but did it really have to rain pee?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name's Anna the Astonishing, thank you and good night!" She gave her hat one last tip before a cloud of smoke surrounded her. When the breeze cleared the smoke, Anna was gone.

Anna: Vanished

Crowd: Astonished

Please forgive us as we go on a brief commercial break to sort out some technical issues, caused by sudden exposure to moisture.