No, try to hold it till 3 pm

The prospect of revealing your **** need to urinate feels daunting; fearful of how Amy might react, you consider the potential consequences. Would she view your request as indecent or uncouth? Could you possibly control the flow of urine given your unique anatomy? Due to these concerns, you ultimately decide against voicing your distress, opting instead to endure the discomfort in hopes of making it through to the next scheduled bathroom break.

Arriving at the mall, its familiar structure brings a sense of comfort - stores line corridors reminiscent of any typical shopping center. However, the clientele diverges wildly from expectations. While some patrons are fully dressed as per normalcy, others wander freely in various states of undress, ranging from partial exposure to complete nudity. This display of flesh ignites arousal within you, prompting a slight erection and wetness between your thighs. You quickly divert your gaze to avoid getting stiffer. Amy catches sight of your heightened state.

"Someone seems shy about being turned on," she teases playfully. "Don't worry, Riley; nudity and sex are widely accepted here. Take a look over there." She gestures towards a couple openly engaged in sexual intercourse on a bench, surrounded by indifferent passersby.

Flustered, you respond, "This is all very...new to me. It'll take time to adjust."

With understanding, Amy reassures you, "That's alright, just give it some time. Ready to do some shopping?"

Following her lead, you navigate the crowded space. Upon entering a store, you search for fitting rooms, finding none. "Amy, where are the changing rooms?"

Her response leaves you astonished. "We don't have those here. People usually try clothes right in the aisles."

"What!? But I'm not comfortable stripping down in public like that!"

"You'll get used to it eventually. After all, you're gonna have to participate in group peeing sessions sooner or later, which could involve total strangers."

Reluctantly, you concede. "Okay, guess I don't have much choice..." With trepidation, you strip down to nothing, placing your current attire on a nearby chair. To your surprise, nobody seems to pay you any heed. Encouraged, you proceed to model the chosen white blouse and black knee-length skirt, confirming their perfect fit before returning them to the cart. Amy has been nude throughout the process, demonstrating efficiency in trying on new garments. Observing her, you come to appreciate the logic behind such behavior and decide to follow suit.

Continuing your shopping excursion sans clothing, you find yourself feeling increasingly self-conscious with each passing minute. The absence of fabric against your skin invigorates your senses, leaving you acutely aware of every brush against surfaces and glances cast your way. Despite initial reservations, you begin to enjoy the liberating experience. That is until nature calls again. At precisely 2 PM, your bladder sends a powerful signal demanding relief. Panic sets in as you wonder if you can truly last another hour. Summoning courage, you approach Amy with your predicament.

In hushed tones, you admit, "Amy, I really need to pee."

Her expression remains neutral. "It's only two o'clock; you must wait till three unless you wish to face repercussions."

"I know, but I drank so much water earlier today, thinking I could use the restroom whenever necessary... Now I'm not sure I can make it."

She considers your words thoughtfully. "Alright, let's keep going and see how long you can manage. If absolutely necessary, we'll figure something out."

Together, you persist in your shopping endeavors, attempting to maintain composure despite the growing pressure within. Crossing your legs becomes second nature, accompanied by frequent subtle grasps at your crotch. As the clock strikes 2:25 PM, you become more obviously uncomfortable, squirming slightly every few minutes in an attempt to quell the urgency building within. The realization dawns on you that managing two separate points of potential leakage - your dick and your pussy - significantly complicates matters compared to the typical singular exit found in most individuals. This duality adds to your anxiety, making the next half-hour feel like an eternity.

By 2:40 PM, the intensity of your urge to urinate has increased significantly; a powerful bladder spasm causes you to bend over and grip your shaft tightly to prevent an accidental leak. Despite your efforts, a warm stream of liquid begins to trickle down your legs. You assume this must be coming from your folds, given your unique physiology. Panic sets in as you contemplate the possibility of an imminent accident.

Whispering to Amy, you admit, "I really can't wait," gesturing toward your now-glistening limbs.

Her eyes follow your gesture, taking note of the situation. "Holy crap, Riley! You aren't kidding!" Concern etches across her face. "Do you still have the clothes you came here with?"

Nodding, you reply, "Yes, they're in the cart."

"Good, grab them and follow me," she instructs firmly.

Obeying her command, you trail after her while attempting to discreetly maintain control over your genitals. However, another spasm hits you, causing a drop of urine to seep into your folds. Moments later, another follows suit, resulting in a small dribble escaping despite your best efforts. Fortunately, the floor remains unblemished by your mishaps thus far as the dribble is caught by your legs.

Finally reaching a relatively private area devoid of prying eyes, Amy takes charge. "Alright, I've seen Clara do this when she's ****, and it seems to help her hold it in. Open your legs and release your dick."

"But... I'll just pee everywhere!" you protest nervously.

"At this rate, you'll end up doing just that anyway. Trust me, Riley; open your legs and let go of your cock."

With trepidation, you comply, straining to keep your urethral muscles tense. Amy then grabs your substantial member and guides it between your thighs, inserting it into your vagina.

"There," she explains, "your dick is inside your pussy and the girth is now pushing your pussy's peehole closed, preventing any leaks from there. As for your penis, any leaks will be contained within your vagina until it fills up. Now put your clothes back on so nobody notices you've got your dick in your pussy and are leaking pee."

You nod gratefully, slipping back into your attire. Looking over at Amy, you notice her crotch appears damp - not from urine, however, but rather arousal. This observation piques your curiosity; could she possibly find this scenario sexually appealing? Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted by yet another spasm, which forces liquid through you cock and into your pussy. Although nothing escapes through your pussy, you realize that your temporary solution isn't foolproof. With only fifteen minutes remaining until the next bathroom break, doubt clouds your mind regarding whether you can last.

Turning to Amy, you confess, "Oh god, I'm still leaking! I don't think I can make it till three o'clock!"

Amy responds confidently, putting her hands on your shoulders and looking into your eyes. "You've got this, Riley! You just have to hold it a few more minutes. Let's focus and head for the restroom."

Your eyes meet hers, drawing strength from her unwavering belief in your ability to endure. With renewed determination, you regain some control and begin walking towards the restroom. Upon arriving, you find three others already lined up, each equally eager for relief. Amy stays by your side, offering gentle words of encouragement. "Almost there, Riley. You can totally handle this. Keep holding it in."

The door to the restroom features a lock with a red light above it; you surmise that once the light turns green at exactly 3 PM, entry will be granted. Crossing your legs, you squirm uncomfortably, no longer caring about who sees your predicament. Every minute brings forth another spasm, leading to slow, consistent leaks filling your vagina with golden fluid.

As the clock nears 2:58, your strongest contraction yet occurs, this one being strong enough to **** piss out of your pussy's peehole despite the pressure from your dick; Wetting your dick pressed against your pussy and the leggings below it. Luckily, your black leggings conceal the spreading wetness. Only thirty seconds remain before relief, yet another intense spasm threatens to overwhelm you. Releasing a second jet from each hole, your vagina overflows, sending streams down both sides of your dick. Despite having only leaked twice, the sheer volume of liquid has reached your knees.

At precisely 3 PM, the light flickers from red to green, prompting everyone in line to rush inside. Desperation fuels your steps as you race towards a corner, followed closely by Amy. Yanking down your leggings and underwear, you position yourself in a hasty squat, freeing your genitals. Giving up your hold, you begin to gush urine from your penis, sending additional fluid into your already brimming vagina. The excess pressure becomes too great, causing your member to slide out of its confines. Simultaneously, the pressure on your vaginal opening dissipates, allowing the dammed liquid within to burst forth unimpeded. Your pussy's peehole opens wide, releasing torrents of pent-up urine. Two rivers converge into one large pool, quickly moving toward the center of the room where the drain lies. Overwhelming relief floods through you, almost culminating in an orgasm due to the intensity of finally letting go. Regaining composure, you look around to see approximately fifteen others relieving themselves in various ways throughout the space.

One woman ahead of you in line had been unable to remove her jeans and panties fast enough, as indicated by the wet spot on her panties. The man behind her also sported a small stain on his jeans, indicating he too had experienced pre-emptive leakage. The third individual was a skirt-clad woman standing close by, also peeing freely without the barrier of underwear. Her thighs were visibly wet, suggesting she hadn't made it dry either.

After finishing, Amy shakes off any lingering drops while others use nearby toilet paper to clean themselves. You simply pull up your soggy pants; wiping yourself seems futile given how thoroughly soaked you are. Exiting the restroom together, you reflect upon the experience.

"Ahh, finally... Having a dick and pussy makes holding my pee so much harder," you sigh in exasperation.

"I know, half the time Clara has is having a hard time holding it when group pee time rolls around. I should have warned you sooner, but I forgot since I'm not a futa myself. Sorry," Amy replies apologetically.

Smiling at her concern, you reassure her, "Don't worry about it. Thanks to you, I didn't completely piss myself back there. I really appreciate it."

Her face brightens at your words. "No problem. Now, do you want to keep shopping or head home for a shower?"