You try to take you mind off your bladder with Clara's help.

"Okay, sure, let's talk," you agree, trying to focus on anything but the growing pressure in your bladder.

As Clara listens to your description of your old life, she occasionally interjects comparisons to her own world. You learn that many aspects of society are similar - governments, economies, social structures. The main differences seem to be the bathroom schedules, the existence of futanari, and certain freedoms regarding nudity and sexuality.

"In our world, being naked in public isn't a big deal," Clara explains casually. "And sex is pretty open too. But there is one weird contradiction - while peeing outside of designated areas isn't technically illegal, it's heavily frowned upon. I've heard stories of people losing their jobs after being caught."

You nod, trying to process this strange mix of sexual freedom and urinary restriction. The conversation helps take your mind off your bladder for a while, but as time passes, the discomfort gradually returns.

After what feels like an eternity, you're barely able to contain yourself any longer. You squeeze your thighs together desperately, wrapping your hand around your aching cock as you cross your legs. 1:15 flashes accusingly from your watch face. Another hour and forty-five minutes stretches out before you like an insurmountable obstacle.

"Clara!" you gasp, voice tight with desperation. "I can't...I really can't hold it much longer!" Your body trembles with the effort of keeping everything inside.

She looks at you with concern. "Are you really struggling that much? That's rough."

You press harder against yourself, fighting back tears. "It's just...I'm not used to this yet. In my world, bathrooms were always available when needed." Your voice cracks as another wave of urgency threatens to overwhelm you completely.

Clara nods sympathetically. "Yeah, that would definitely make things easier." She pauses, considering. "There was this one time during a music festival. They had porta-potties with strict schedules, just like everywhere else. I'd been drinking all day, dancing to my favorite band..."

She leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone. "By the time they announced the last band before the 3 pm unlock, I was absolutely bursting. I could feel myself starting to leak from both ends - warm liquid trickling down my thighs." She winces at the memory. "I knew I couldn't make it to the next unlock time."

"...so I slipped away from the crowd, before I soaked my shorts, and found a secluded spot near some trees. There wasn't much cover, but it was better than nothing."

You shift uncomfortably as she speaks, your own bladder protesting with renewed urgency. The thought of being so **** sends fresh waves of panic through you.

"I pulled out my cock and let loose right there on a tree trunk," Clara says matter-of-factly. "The relief was incredible, even if I had to keep glancing around to make sure no one saw me." She chuckles slightly. "One advantage of being a futanari - when nature calls, we've got options."

As if your body is responding to her words, you suddenly feel a hot gush between your legs. Your eyes widen in horror as you realize you're leaking - warm liquid spreading through your underwear and beginning to dampen your pants.

"Oh no!" you whisper desperately, pressing your thighs together even harder. "It's happening! I'm leaking!" Your voice cracks with humiliation and panic.

Clara looks at you with concern. "Shit, okay...that not good." She thinks for a moment. "We could use a pot or the kitchen sink, but Amy might freak out about it later."

You hesitate, torn between your desperation and the desire not to upset your new housemate. "I don't know..." you admit reluctantly. "I just woke up in this universe. I really don't want to piss anyone off already."

Clara nods understandingly. "Maybe we could go outside then? Find a discreet spot where you can let loose?"

But you shake your head vehemently. "No way. That's too risky. What if someone sees me?" The thought alone makes your bladder clench painfully. "I'd rather suffer than get caught doing that."

Clara places a sympathetic hand on your arm. "Look, I know this is crazy, but..." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "If you're that ****, I could drink it. It would be faster than trying to find somewhere safe to go."

Clara bites her lip, thinking hard. Then a strange look crosses her face. "Okay, this might sound weird, but...what if I just drank it? I know it probably makes you uncomfortable, but it's the only safe option."

Your first instinct is revulsion, but as you feel another leak threaten to escape, you're **** to consider even the most unusual options.