On my way to school, with a few stops along the way.

Hey there reader! This chapter was written fully using AI. This chapter includes no sex or any actual such act (including peeing). It's good to take a break from fapping. Enjoy a slow read for a while. Drink some water (or pee (or cum)). Give your meat/bean a well-deserved break.

xoxo

My eyes scan the platform. A group of teenagers, giggling and talking loudly, are waiting for a train. Perfect. I need to spread the word.

I walk up to them, my damp clothes creating a faint, musky scent around me. They hardly spare me a glance, absorbed in their conversation.

"Excuse me," I say, a little louder than intended, cutting through their chatter.

One of the girls, with bright pink streaks in her hair, turns to me, a polite but slightly bored expression on her face. "Yeah?"

"I need to tell you all something very important," I state, puffing out my chest a little. "Today, 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 their bodies as much as possible such that it causes them as much trouble as possible."

I watch their faces for a reaction. The pink-haired girl blinks, then nods slowly, as if I'd just told her the time. "Right, got it," she says, then turns back to her friends, nudging one of the boys. "Did you hear that, Liam? Important instructions for the day."

Liam, a lanky kid with headphones around his neck, shrugs. "Sounds fair. My bladder's pretty full, actually."

"And tell everyone you meet to do the same and spread the word!" I add, making sure I don't forget the crucial last part.

"Will do!" another girl chimes, already pulling out her phone. "I'll text everyone in our group chat."

"Awesome!" I reply, genuinely pleased by their cooperation. It felt good to know the message was spreading.

"Anyone else need to go right now?" Liam asks, looking around the small group. "Because if not, I'm thinking of aiming for Sarah here." He gestures towards the pink-haired girl, who just rolls her eyes good-naturedly.

"Dude, not on my new sneakers!" she says, but without any real heat. "Wait till we're on the train at least, give someone else a chance to be hotter."

I smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment. My mission was proceeding smoothly, apart from that one woman on the subway. I continue walking towards the exit, leaving the teenagers to their conversation and impending decisions.

The subway station opens onto a busy street, cars whizzing by, pedestrians bustling on the sidewalk. The morning air, though still cool, felt refreshing after the confinement of the subway. I pick up my pace, my school still a few blocks away. My backpack felt heavier than usual, not just from the weight of my now-ruined report, but from the lingering dampness. I hoped it wouldn't start to smell worse by the time I got to class.

As I cross the street, I spot a traffic cop directing cars at a busy intersection. He’s standing tall, looking authoritative in his crisp uniform. He looks like he could be really inconvenienced by something unexpected, and his uniform probably cost a lot. More importantly, he's definitely the 'hottest' person in this immediate vicinity, in the sense of being imposing and important. My bladder, surprisingly, still felt a little full from my earlier release, but not enough for a full stream. However, Max's instructions were clear: soak as much as possible, cause as much trouble as possible. Even a small amount, strategically placed, could do the trick.

This was a prime opportunity to spread the word. I stride purposefully towards him.

"Excuse me, officer!" I call out, reaching him just as he signals for traffic to stop.

He turns, his face stern but professional. "Yes, young man? Need help getting across?"

"No, sir. I have an important message for you." I stand at attention, trying to look as serious as possible. "Today, 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 their bodies as much as possible such that it causes them as much trouble as possible."

The officer raises an eyebrow, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, but his expression quickly settles back into placid acceptance. "Is that so?" he replies, as casually as if I'd asked for directions. "Interesting. Noted."

"And make sure you tell everyone you meet to do the same and spread the word!" I add, with extra emphasis.

"Right," he says, nodding slowly. He glances around the intersection, his gaze lingering for a moment on a delivery driver struggling with a heavy cart, before turning back to me. "Well, thank you for the information, son. You have a good day now."

He goes back to directing traffic. I walk over to my school and enter.