She could not go

Nothing Happened.

Sanae raised an eyebrow. "Nature's Call" was always something automatic; she had problems holding it in, but never letting it go. Closing her eyes and sharply inhaling, she tried to **** herself to go, but without any effect. She would have dropped the matter at that and continued about her day, but her bladder was painfully full. There was absolutely no reason why she should not have been able to go, but here she was. As she became aware of her situation, the pressure in her bladder increased, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Squirming about on the seat, a new feeling overcame her. Instead of just the painful pressure, she felt her heart racing and a heat flashing across her body. Sanae now scrunched her eyebrows. Was she becoming horny?

More and more, the lust augmented the pressure, filling her with a doubled desire for release. For a few moments more she tried to squirm about, but Sanae was quick to realize the futility of it. She spread her legs, surprised by the visibly erect clitoris which stood proudly atop her crotch.

Frustrated, she considered her options. Rubbing one out would be nice, but with the family waking up, she would have to be very quiet. She would just die from shame if her family heard her. Her increasing desperation **** her hand, and likewise, she **** her hand upon her cunt.

Inhaling deeply, she slowly began to play with the folds. As she gently touched her clitoris, however, it was as if a switch had been turned, and her body had skipped the entirety of foreplay. Her nipples painfully stuck out through her bra and shirt, beads of sweat popped out of her face and legs, and her vagina moistened at once. She perceived it all, but she was too far gone to afford it a pause. She dug into her cunt, the other hand fondling a tit and, despite herself, began to moan.

In just a few seconds, she went from a murmur to a throaty, lustful ejaculation, lost in her passions. The two feelings, her need to pee and her need to come, amplified one another, building up and up; Sanae felt a climax coming on.

Before the inevitable, she tried to position her pussy safely into the toilet. However, her body did the exact opposite, her pelvis bending forwards and out of the toilet, her cunt pointing at the opposite wall. Furthermore, Sanae felt something distinctly wrong occur within her. Her urethra, a part of her which she had never really been aware, suddenly jerked within her and became taut. Her eyes opened wide."No..." she muttered, trying to **** herself down. She was nearly at the breaking point, seeing disaster coming at her a mile a minute; however, it was too late.

"No nononononoNoNON-OH-OH-OOOHHH!" she screamed, her body tensing up. Within her, the pressure moved downward, unnaturally rushing within her. From her crotch, a torrent of piss erupted in a powerful stream, impacting the opposing wall and spilling upon everything else in the room, including herself. She could only watch, her mind brilliantly obscured in orgasm, as her legs twitched, as her hand on her crotch seemed to aim her fire-hose, as the piss dotted her skin and clothes, and as her screams became shrill in ecstasy. It could have been a few seconds or a minute to her, the effect was the same.

Slowly, the stream abetted, and retreated back into the hole from which it exploded. Sanae sat, slack-jawed, as adrenaline, shame, and the post-orgasmic fog inhibited her ability to process this unprecedented event. Her legs continued to twitch for a moment longer, as if possessed, before finally giving way, Sanae's body sliding onto the linoleum, her head resting at the end of the toilet seat. Her panties and shirt slowly became soaked. Her internal earbuds switched songs, and she partially snapped back to reality.

"...what the fuck was that?" she muttered.