You get a call

What you loved about uni life was it's free atmosphere. After Ms. Cole's class, you were free to spend the rest of your day however you liked.

All the fluids lost due to urinating through class had made you somewhat dehydrated. But that was easily solved with the numerous vending machines dotted around the campus.

Unique to this world, the different varieties of drinks on offer sported helpful effects upon consumption. Some would give faster, slower,even thicker or thinner streams. The possibilities were endless. You suppose it made sense. Wherever money was to made , progress would follow.

Picking up your texts that were sagging, you weaved your way through the throngs of pissing people to find a vending machine. You had seen one outside.

Industrial drains tucked away towards the walls, conveniently sucked away flowing streams that was filling the halls. Piss seeped into everything, whether it be clothes,books, shoes or even the carpet in the rooms. You wonder why people bothered with clothes and books. It would eventually be ruined...right?

But pondering that was for smarter minds. Right now, you desperately wanted your thirst quenched. With a spring in your step, you found the drink machine just outside.

|Pee-Lightr - Giving You Life's Stream| - Bold flashing words seemed to leap out. Some 1st year was urinating up against the machine as he chose his preference. Whether through coincidence or not, the stream of piss he was unleashing, was flowing down the machine into a drain placed conveniently below.

He looked to be some athlete, going by his piss stained muscles legs. Probably track star. U-rade.... Figure's. This guy chose the sports equivalent of Gatorade.

Now it was your turn. You chose the right machine. You decided to go for the one that would fill up your bladder faster. Finding release became like a habit to you now. The empty feeling of not having anything exit your body was getting uncomfortable.

Gulping back half the bottle, you were startled by the ringing coming from the backpack slung over your shoulder. The bottom of the pack was fast drenched, as it was placed on the floor. Opening it up, you fished around till you could locate your phone.

"Hello? Oh hi mom. Yes, Uni is good-" What followed was the typical talk. She had called you to see if you were still available to go shopping with her today. Apparently, it was one of your monthly get togethers, a means to catch up. Your family never even crossed your mind, with all that has happened today. Would it be safe to say you were nervous?

You didn't have long to wait, she would be here in 20 minutes,less if there was no traffic. She mentioned that she was getting your favourite coffee from Starbucks, just so you could stay perked up for the coming shop.

Shaved and not shaved, both male and female were pissing where ever possible as you made your way to the parking lot. It still seemed so surreal. But your cock swinging freely between your legs told you that this was the truth.

The hall where you were having the lecture was the furtherest spot from the carpark. So it took you about 15 minutes to get there. It was enough time for the drink you only recently consumed to start pushing at your bladder. Like the people around you, you released your stream onto the pavement beneath you, the arc strong and never ending.

You could get used to this, the feelin- "Mark it's soooo good seeing you, I've missed you", two arms wrap around you as you felt your mother's body pressing into yours. Now usually this would be fine, but right now both of you were naked from the waist down,pressing against each other with you still mid stream. Your warm piss was splashing onto her shaved pussy lips and down her legs, she didn't even seem to mind. She just kept on hugging you, like she hadn't seen you in years.