Suggest Snack Bar

Suggest you go up the middle path to the snack bar bathroom. After all your bladder is still full.

You quickly reattach your skates to your boots and realize that your full bladder is making your choice for you. “Why don’t we go up to the snack bar? I still really have to go to the toilet.” You say.

“I know what you mean.” She says stretching her back and pushing her bear belly out as far as possible. Then reaching down and adjusting her belly support, she stretched out her legs. “I’m close to a problem myself.”

“But I thought you…..?” I said standing on the skates.

“I did.” She said laughing. “I pissed all over but good, but there’s something about that asshole that causes my bowls to move.” She called walking up the center path ahead of you. “So let’s hurry up, if you catch my meaning.”

“Gotcha.” I said quickly heading after her.

“So, why no wife or kids?” She asked as you caught up.

“No reason, just been on a career path, and never found the right one I guess.” I said after a brief though back on my life.

“Yeah, the right one is important.” She said sonically

“Well, what about you? How did you end up with mister right asshole?” I asked

“Well, you know what happened that last year of high school.” She said with a sigh.

“No, what?” I asked as I didn’t remember.

“Oh come on, you remember.” She said giving a playful punch in my shoulder.

“No I don’t. I lost track of you senior year after you go that boyfriend, you didn’t want to hang around with me.” I said

“Oh, that’s right.” She said after a though. “Well, I sort of made it to graduation with a little something extra.” She laughed rubbing her belly. “Yeah, seems I was good at getting preggers even back then. Anyway, after giving birth that November, I tried working and got into another relationship that ended with another kid.”

“How many do you have?” I asked with a sort of mock shock.

“Those two which my aunt Stella in Texas has, and these two.” She said with a chuckle. “Anyway; after giving them up, I promised my mom I would go to school. So I did, which is where I met Thomas.”

“Wow. Total asshole huh?” I asked.

“Not at first. When we first met was sweet, and was working in a good job. He supported my dream to be a teacher and even helped me get through some of the harder classes.”

“So what changed?” I asked

“After we were engaged, and a few months before the wedding, his company hired this new manager. Well I guess she didn’t like him much or something, because she kept giving him shit assignments, lousy territories, and making money really hard for him. Then finally about a week after we got back from our honeymoon, she fired him, and a few months after that he found the Balentologist movement. It was then, that he turned into an asshole.” She said groaning and pressing into her thighs.

Unfortunately the path was not the best for skating on as it was very coarse and uphill at that, but the two of you moved as best as you could while talking. After about ten minutes of her walking beside you, your bladder was screaming for release but you crested the hill and could see the square white building that made up the snack bar just at the end of a gentle sloop. Yet as you were about to start down, she turned to the side of the path in order to sit down. “Come on we’re almost there.” I said coming back to her side.

“You remember Ms. Haggerston’s class the day we became friends?” She groaned.

“Yeah.” You respond remembering the day in fifth grade when you two were sat together on the first day of class when she suddenly found herself having an accident after lunch and pooping her pants at recess. You were the one who took her behind the school and helped her clean herself before anyone noticed. It was the thing of trust and a secret you both kept entirely through high school, and it was a sort of code word you would use between each other to let either one know that you were on the verge of an accident.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I’m facing a Haggerston incident.” She grunted leaning forward.

“No you’re not, we’re almost there. All downhill from here.” You say feeling yourself slip just a bit.

“But my knees are killing me, all I want to do is sit or stand, but I can’t move any farther.” She grunted “I have ****. This kid is killing me.”

“Then stand on my skates.” I said looking at the flat shape of the heavy plastic boots of my skates that would fit her feet perfectly. “I’ll get you down there.”

“Are you sure?” She asked coming toward you. “What if we lose our balance and fall?”

“Then we fall, I’ll piss myself and you’ll shit yourself, if you don’t go into labor.” I said laughing.

“Probably all three.” She chuckled as she stepped onto my feet pressing her belly hard into my hardening member as she hugged me as tight as possible.

Looking over her shoulder I started us moving down the path which was newer and smoother than the one on the other side of the hill. Quickly we made it down the hill, but as we got to the bottom I suddenly felt my bladder loosen as she pressed in to me even tighter. At once I felt a spirt of pee escape before I could stop it and at once I knew she had felt it as she released on of her arms and wiped her belly quickly.

“We need to hurry, I’m prairie dogging it right now.” She said before grabbing me again. “And did you just pee on me?”

“Sorry, but yeah. I’m really close to losing it as well.” I said feeling myself letting another squirt pass as I tried holding on to her tighter as I slowed us to a stop.

“It’s okay.” She said loosening her grip as we rolled to a stop right in front of the two small doors of the bathroom. “I wasn’t sure we were going to make it either.”

Quickly I checked my shorts, which now had a quarter sized wet spot right at the tip of my penis, as I opened the one door marked men and started to drop my shorts, I watched her reach for the women’s door before stopping in horror. While my door opened freely, hers didn’t as there must have been someone inside. “What’s wrong?” I asked as she suddenly straightened while tugging on the door.

“It’s locked, and, oh God.” She moaned as she slowly backed off of the door almost like she was about to faint. Ignoring you screaming bladder you grabbed her keeping her on her feet as her legs buckled.

“Then use the men’s room.” I said pulling her toward the door as my shorts fell the rest of the way to my ankles, tangling in my skates, and causing us to both fall into the unoccupied toilet.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s too late.” She groaned landing on top of you but not moving after she rolled to her knees. The tight fabric pulled across her ass revealed what she meant as a large lump began pushing outward. “It just came out I couldn’t help it.” She moaned pulling the shorts down and forcing herself back on her feet in order to sit on the toilet while I removed my skates on the floor.

“Well, it’s not for me.” I grunted realizing I was standing in my underwear just as another squirt came out expanding the quarter sized wet patch just a bit to the size of a half dollar. Grabbing myself to prevent any further damage, I realized that she was sitting on the only toilet, or even anything with a drain other than the sink. “What am I going to do?” I asked.

Well you could just go, I mean you already have a little, she said pointing at my underwear. “And then we’ll be even with soaked undies once we wash the off.” By that point she had removed her panties and dumped the shit into the toilet. “Or you can try finding a tree outside. At least in here, no one will see you doing it except me, and if you do, I’ll tell you something you really didn’t know about that senior year.

1. Stay and pee your pants right there.

2. Go outside and find a tree.