Sharon Has To Go

However, the relief that she felt in her testicles served to make her aware of another pressure in need of relief. A soft yet insistent pressure within her abdomen, her body's pestering reminder that she needed to relieve herself of excess liquid. Sharon felt a pit form in her stomach. She looked at her crotch in the mirror, at the hideous wrinkled mass between her legs. She needed to pee, but that would mean touching... That. Sharon brushed off the thought, there were more pressing things to analyze than a little abdominal discomfort.

No matter how mollifying her self examination was, it did serve to calm Sharon down somewhat. Identifying the problem was at least a step towards something. Still, she found it difficult to think quite clearly—but how could she with that THING between her legs?—and her pulse was still quite rapid, if a bit weaker than normal. Wait, that wasn't good... Idly she realized that she might be in shock. Considering what she'd found between her legs that wasn't much of a surprise. 

Sharon wracked her brain to remember what they'd told her about shock in that first aid course. She needed to be able to think clearly if she was going to sort this out, and she couldn't do that if she was in shock. She needed to lie down, elevate her legs and drink lots of water. A quick dig through her closet saw her returning to her bed with a case of bottled water she had set aside months ago for camping. She practically inhaled the first bottle before lying down with her head at the foot of the bed. Sharon plopped her legs down on top of her pillow and twisted the cap off the second water bottle, slowly nursing this one.

Lying on the bed was good for her. She stared at the ceiling fan lazily spinning above her, pointedly avoiding glancing down at her crotch. With her legs spread apart enough that her new round appendages weren't being squeezed together she could almost pretend that she was normal. Almost. Her—Sharon decided that she may as well admit it—horse cock was still resting atop her sizable sack, and she was all too aware of its weight. Even her balls were pressing against her ass, particularly her sensitive perineum. Hardest of all to ignore was the increasing pressure on her bladder. If she didn't go to the bathroom soon...

A quick visual formed in her mind, but Sharon quickly pushed the disgusting mental image away. “I don't need to go that bad, I can hold it until I sort this out...” Still, even as she spoke the words she remembered the glass of milk she'd had with breakfast, the further two glasses of orange juice with lunch, and the strawberry daiquiri she'd helped herself to before packing the cooler. She thought back and realized that the last time she'd gone for a piss was just after she woke up. Sharon put the cap back on her half consumed beverage and tossed it on the floor. She wasn't about to risk putting any more stress on her bladder.

The **** continued to build, gradual but unrelenting in its advance. Sharon realized that she would have to cross her legs so that she wouldn't have to worry about accidentally letting herself go. Crossing her legs proved a monumental task It took her a few tries to work out the logistics of it, cringing every time she caught her unnatural flesh between her legs. In the end she had to actually touch it, with her hands and everything. She pulled back her sickening hose, wincing as it flopped against her belly, and crossed her legs tight. The **** this placed on her sack was uncomfortable, but not nearly as unbearable as her urge to urinate was becoming.

Sharon was fighting a losing battle. She could feel her muscles twitching uncontrollably, she would cross and uncross her legs, she bit down on her lip to take her mind off her urges but unerringly she felt that **** pushing its way into her shaft. Sharon actually started tearing up at the thought of wetting the bed on her birthday, and from such an unnatural appendage no less! Her gaze darted desperately around the room, settling on the most glorious sight of her young life; her empty water bottle.

She couldn't risk standing up, so she rolled over and crawled to the edge of the bed, grimacing at the bizarre sensation of her cock sliding across her bedsheets. She wasn't sure if the bottle would be in reach, but by stretching her fingers to their limits she was just able to reach it! Sharon sat up in bed and quickly positioned the bottle in front of her mottled dick.

“Oh God... This is the most disgusting thing I've ever done...”

One hand holding the bottle, the other supporting her black tube of flesh, she positioned the bottle in front of her twitching urethra, fought off a wave of revulsion, and let herself relax.. The water gate was unsealed and a stream of urine shot out of her with such **** that it shifted the bottle in her hand! Her urine hit the side of the bottle and sprayed outwards, misting Sharon and her bed with a fine spray of piss. Sharon actually had to grab onto her horse flesh with both hands in order to stop herself. She was positively mortified.

Sharon allowed herself five seconds to reassert her control over her bladder, and then allowed herself to panic again. If she didn't think of something her room would be covered in horse piss. Keeping a vice grip on her horse cock she got up off the bed and tried to get dressed. It was incredibly difficult with only one hand, especially since one hand wasn't always enough **** to keep herself in check. Three times strong spurts of urine escaped her to stain the carpet below. Sharon was about ready to die. In the end she settled with wearing just the skirt for her mad dash for the bathroom. At least her skirt stood a chance at hiding her cock.

Desperately clutching her hands in her skirt Sharon burst through her bedroom door... Past a startled looking woman Sharon didn't even have time to register.

“Sharon, what the hell!?”

“Don't look at me!”

Sharon's cheeks practically burned with shame. She ran into the bathroom, her c-cup breasts and cantaloupe sized balls bouncing almost painfully with every stride, and slammed the door shut behind her. No time to lock it she ran to the toilet to sit down, pushing her skirt down to her ankles with one hand as she ran. Unused to her new equipment she shouted in pain as she sat on her gargantuan gonads. Quickly she readjusted and sat again, her entire body shuddering involuntarily when her sack dipped in the water. Sharon gagged, and tried to aim her cock between her legs, but she couldn't quite get the angle right. She was so thick that there simply wasn't enough room. Still she tried to adjust herself, both hands wrapped tightly around her cock. She felt an immense pressure just below her hands, as if she were holding back a kink in a hose set on full blast. Her bladder contracted constantly, her muscles twitched and Sharon squirmed her thighs against one another while she wrestled with her wrinkled length. She didn't know how much longer she could last.

Her cock began responding to all the squeezing, rubbing and wrestling. Sharon's eyes bulged as her cock began sliding out of its sheath, becoming firmer, longer, and more unwieldy. Sharon couldn't help but gape at the size of the thing. The shaft was so long and smooth, a phalas she may have admired were she not the one **** to bear it, soon her cock practically stood above her. That was it! Men pissed standing up! Sharon stood up as fast as possible, but in her haste forgot about the fabric of her skirt lying about her ankles. **** to relinquish her **** grip on her throbbing equine shaft, Sharon began spraying golden piss uncontrollably around the room as she fell. Landing firmly on her ass she looked on in abject horror as her erect horse cock stood proudly in the air and sent gallons of yellow urine above her only to follow its natural trajectory as it fell back down, effectively showering the unwilling shemale.

Sharon covered her face in humiliation as she released herself, sniffling and spitting up any horse piss that happened to land in her mouth. There was a lot of that. Her body writhed with abandon regardless of any control Sharon attempted to assert on it. She felt as though she might faint from the combined heat of the piss coating her naked flesh and the burning shame and embarrassment heating her from within.

The worst part? It actually felt good.

*written by FK