Her bladder.

"2/$1" The panties were packaged in a cheap cellotape. The deal was too good to be true. Certainly, Lauren didn't exactly know what the deals were. Having grown up in a very upper-class bubble, the kind that, while not on the Forbes 400, has painted portraits of its forbearers in their foyers, Lauren wasn't accustomed to working on a budget.

The panties were both in bubble gum pink, one had the cutests teddy bears holding up balloons! Lauren was equally charmed by the other one, ice-cream cones in various flavors criss-crossed the crotch in regular patterns.

Lauren might have been a high class girl, but she did have a truly awful fashion sense, a dork, a tweeb, a prude, down to her soul. Something she was only aware enough of to wish to conceal.

They had a full ass, something she NEEDED for her precious butt-pads.

"Well, she looked with bright eyes at the plastic package of panties, I tihnk they're pretty, and I'm the only one who will EVER get to see them anyway."

She had smiled then.

She was laughing now.

A spurt of hot piss shot out and soaked the crotch, darkening a spot in her gusset.

"Uh, oh, Danielle cackled, doubled over in a belly laugh, then a screeching cackle, someone got their ice-cream cones soggy!"

A tea kettle flipped end over end as it crashed to the ground, the silver handle denting under its weight.