Once upon a time... at school.

The cool morning air felt surprisingly refreshing against my damp uniform, though a faint, lingering scent of urine clung to me. My backpack felt heavier than usual, a soggy lump where my meticulously crafted report once resided, now just a pulpy, peed-on mess. I probably wouldn't be handing it in today. Another problem to deal with, I supposed. Max's instructions said the pee should cause as much trouble as possible, and a ruined month's work definitely qualified. He was really good at this.

As I approached the school gates, I noticed a few sights for the first time. A group of cheerleaders, usually immaculate in their short skirts and bright tops, were gathered near the flagpole. One of them, a tall blonde girl, was doubled over, actively streaming pee onto the captain’s pristine white uniform. The captain, rather than reacting with shock, simply stood there, a look of grim determination on her face as the warm liquid soaked through her clothes and hair. She was already wearing her practice uniform. So I guess that's ruined. Other students walking by barely glanced, some even nodding in approval. It seemed the word was spreading fast. I was content.

Inside the bustling hallways, the faint smell of urine was already noticeable, mingling with the usual scent of old textbooks and stale lockers. It was subtle, but it was there. I saw a janitor calmly mopping up a puddle near the main office, with his usual look of annoyance. People were walking around with damp patches on their clothes, some completely soaked. Everyone just seemed to be going about their business. It was like getting rained on – an inconvenience, sure, but nothing to get worked up about. I didn't pay such minor things much heed.

I make my way to my locker, quickly stashing my ruined backpack inside. No point carrying that around all day. I grab my history textbook, which is kinda damp with the garden-lady's pee, and head to homeroom.

Our homeroom teacher, Ms. Alltight, was already at her desk, sorting through papers. She was known for her strict adherence to rules and her perfectly coiffed silver hair. With her perfect hair, her crisp blouse, and the way she sternly commanded attention – she was definitely the "hottest" woman in class. Period.

Ms. Alltight

There was a jock, Kevin, flexing his biceps in the front row, clearly thinking he was the hottest thing on two legs. Then there was Jessica, who always had her nose in a book, looking smart and put-together.

Lucy

From the back of the class, a nerdy girl stood up and walked over to Ms. Altight's desk.

"Ms. Altight," she announced, drawing the attention of the class. "I need to pee."

She looked up from her papers, a slight frown on her face. "Lucy, you know the drill. Get a restroom pass, then come back."

"No, Ms. Altight," she corrected her gently, walking towards her desk. "I have to pee on the hottest person in my vicinity. And that's you."

A few muffled snickers erupted from the back of the room, quickly silenced by Ms. Altight’s sharp gaze. Her frown deepened.

"Oh, is that so?" She sneered in her monotonous voice.

Lucy was already positioning herself.

"I have to soak your clothes, belongings, and body as much as possible, Ms. Altight, to cause you as much trouble as possible."

Then, I watched at Lucy unzipped her jeans and pulled out a cute little white cock. Considering the fact that Supreme Leader Dough Nulled Hump had gotten rid of all trans people, I guess Lucy was just a femboy.

She aimed for Ms. Altight's pristine blouse and the stack of graded papers on her desk.

The warm stream began. It hit the papers first, making them ripple and darken, then spread rapidly across her white blouse, blooming like a Rorschach test along the contours of her chest mounds. Her face, her hair – it all got a generous sprinkling.

"Well, get on with it, boy! I don't have all day." Ms. Altight barked to poor Lucy, who reluctantly increased his flow pressure and speed, to get over with it quickly.

"Oh yes!" Lucy cried, "I have to tell everyone else to do it too. So, everyone," he addressed the class, "whenever you need to pee, pee onto the person you find hottest in your vicinity. Make sure to do it such that you soak their clothes, belongings, and bodies as much as possible such that it causes them as much trouble as possible. And tell everyone you meet to do the same and to spread the word."

The class was silent for a moment, then a few kids nodded. A girl in the front row, usually quiet, suddenly stood up and started peeing on Kevin's flexing arm. He yelped, then shrugged, and turned to the girl next to him, who then proceeded to soak him even more, peeing directly onto his face.

"I’m all done, Ms. Altight," Lucy whimpered, zipping up, before going back to his seat.

The air in the room was definitely getting richer with the scent of human urine. Ms. Altight, meanwhile, was frantically wiping herself with tissues, her face a mixture of annoyance.

"For as dimwitted as you are, Lucy," Ms. Altight announced, "you did manage to cause me as much trouble as possible. All these finals' tests I was grading are now completely ruined. I wonder how I'll explain it to the seniors in the final year of highschool and their parents."

Some of the students were already peeing on each other, while others looked around, trying to decide who was the "hottest" in their immediate vicinity.

The bell for first period rang, and the chaos multiplied as students poured into the hallway, many of them immediately looking for someone to soak.

I gathered my very wet history textbook and headed to my next class.