Camp Piss Prank, Epilogue

            “This is all your fault, Sandra” Chelsea grumbled.

            Sandra couldn’t hear her from the front of the line. She was too busy squirming, her hands cupped her pussy under her crossed legs.

            “Get out of there! We need to go!” Sandra screamed, her sore voice cracking. She pounded on the outhouse door with such force that it felt like the tiny building could collapse. Behind her, every girl in the camp stood in line, wiggling and clutching at their full bladders. Most were still in their sleepwear, the camp-issued white t-shirts and shorts, but others were fully dressed. Every one of them decided to get up early and beat the crowd to the outhouse, now the only place where they could relieve themselves. None of them expected the outhouse to be occupied, and to be occupied for so long.

            “I’m almost done, hold your horses!” Dr. Poole called from within the outhouse. She sat with a decades old Reader’s Digest opened in her hands. Her thighs and ass squished against the flat uncompromising board that served as the outhouse toilet seat. An occasional, lazy little pebble of shit dropped out of her asshole and fell into the void below.

            She was taking her time. Not to punish the girls, she told herself. This was how long her shits usually took. But, if the girls did learn a lesson from this, then she wouldn’t complain. The phantom taste of the Gatorade piss from yesterday still echoed in Dr. Poole’s mouth.

            “FuckingbitchIneedtopisssobad…” Sandra said, her hate-filled words blending together in one breathy exhale.

            Sweat poured down her face. She was bursting, her bladder’s swollen need cried out to her in an ever present, aching, engorged howl. Sandra squirmed, her hands and her folded thighs over them were the only thing stopping her from running, sprinting in circles like a wild animal in a vain attempt to escape the crushing, soul sucking piss pain of her completely full, busting bladder.

            She couldn’t fail, though. She couldn’t suffer another humiliation.

            The boys were watching. Leaning against camp buildings, smug looks on their faces, not an ounce of sympathy for the twenty women desperate to piss.

            She squinched up her face, trying to think of anything other than their staring eyes and her bursting bladder, anything other than how this all started, with her pissing into their Gatorade jug, the orange, cursed fluid, gallons of it. She remembered the feeling of the Gatorade jug’s plastic circumference pressing against her asscheeks. The relief and the sadistic pleasure she felt coursing through her body. Her mind drifted, emptying, remembering that night just two days ago like it was centuries, before her throat still burned from piss and vomit and before she was shackled to this stupid outhouse and this stupid rule made up by that bitch Dr. Poole and

            She was pissing.

            It had slipped out, escaped, fluid pouring out of her without her realizing, wet warmth spreading through her pussy, her panties, her jeans, reaching her hands, uncomfortable taunting sensations licking her fingers.

            “AAAUUGGKK!!!” Sandra screamed, a stupid, insane, primal scream she directed down at her own pussy. She pulled her hands away from her legs in disgust and stood bowlegged and trembling, the twin feelings of shame and relief pulsing, fighting, fucking each other inside her brain while seemingly gallons of piss poured out of her pulsing, gasping, sighing pussy. The warm fluid bled through the fabric, staining her jeans an almost black color, a sea of failure infecting the fabric, corrupting her pants from her crotch to her shoes.

            Sandra’s pissing, her scream, set off a domino effect in the half a dozen women behind her. The other students doubled over, straining and failing to hold in their own pent up piss. Jeans were ruined. Fanning yellow geysers erupted from beneath skirts, splashing against the ground, unable to be restrained by thin cotton panties. The camp’s white sleep shorts turned transparent under the torrential urine downpour, exposing panties through sopping wet cotton.

            The half dozen girls grunted and gasped and sobbed, horrified at the overflowing piss escaping from them and starting to pour out onto the dehydrated, dry ground. They turned their heads from the smirking faces of the boys recording and snapping photos with their phones.

            “Look at them go!” they shouted.

            “They’re pissing all over themselves!” they laughed.

            The rest of the girls took off, scattering like giant roaches, most of them ran behind the camp buildings, hoping that they would find privacy to relieve their screaming bladders in peace.

            “Oh fuck, oh fuck…” Emma muttered. She struggled to yank her cotton shorts down to her ankles. She stepped out of one of the leg holes so that she could spread her legs and point her bare ass at the camp building alongside a few other girls also dropping their pants and shorts.

            “HEY! Check this out!” the boys shouted. They followed the girls to the other side of the building, giving no regard to their privacy or personal space. The leering, recording phones they held up to their faces only partly obscured their sadistic expressions.

            Their phone screens were filled with Emma and the other girls, their asses bare, though pointing away towards the wall.

            “Leave them alone!” Lucy shouted. She and some of the other girls tried to protect Emma’s group from the cameras with their bodies even though they were also aching to pee. Lucy still gripped her pussy with one hand, so she only had one hand free to shove her palm into the boys’ cameras.

            PPSSHHHSSHHHH

            “OOUhhhgghh…” Emma moaned. Her piss blasted out of her pussy and hosed down the side of the building with such force that splattering piss droplets bounced off the wall and onto her ass and thighs.

            “s-SHItT!” Lucy cursed. The sudden sound, the water flowing, made piss leak out of her own bladder and the bladder of the other girls shielding the wall pissers. Urine leaked down her thigh and all the way to her sneakers.

            Unable to protect Emma any longer, the other girls succumbed to their streams and squatted on the ground. Some pulled down their pants or shorts away from their pussies as they crouched, hopping that their low squats would cover enough of them from the recording boys. Others were too scared, too ashamed, and could only piss their pants, sitting in the warm, wet, stinking fluid bursting from them.

            Lucy was apparently not wearing panties, so her piss stream shot out her baggy shorts leg without getting on the fabric at all, but spraying right onto the leg of the boy whose camera she was obscuring just seconds earlier.

            “What the fuck, she pissed all over my leg!” he shouted, backing off to record their humiliation from a safer distance.  

            Lucy glared up at the laughing boys surrounding them, but she couldn’t hold the concentration and ferocity in her eyes because of the pure relief coursing through her entire lower body from her emptying bladder.

            In the commotion, Nikki had crept away. She wore her long camp t-shirt like a dress over her petite frame.

            Sneaking from building to building in squirming little dashes, she approached the camp restrooms. The girls’ side had been closed, boarded up, but the boys’….

            Nikki looked around and ran full sprint from behind the storage building to the boys’ restroom, not caring that her dress-skirt flapped and lifted around her, flashing her skinny legs, tight butt, and hairy pussy in candid fleeting moments.

            She ran through the door of the boys’ room and –

            “WHAT THE FUCK!?” Mark screamed at her. He cowered with his pants and boxers around his ankles on one of the toilets, tugging his t-shirt down over his crotch. The boys’ room, like the girls’, didn’t provide any stalls.

            “Oh God I’m so sorry!” Nikki shouted. She covered her face with her hands, but the net made by her fingers coincidentally left holes open for her eyes to look through, to stare of Mark’s naked thighs and the profile of his round naked ass against the toilet seat.

            “Get out, you fucking pervert!” Mark shouted. His face was turning red. His guts squirmed and farted and belched under him in agreement.

            Nikki realized that she was standing in front of him basically half naked, only the thin piece of cotton reaching to her mid-thigh covering herself from this naked shitting boy. She yanked on her dress with both hands, stretching it to her knees. She nervously kneaded the fabric in her sweating hands, bunching it up, completely unaware that she had stretched and misshapen the shirt so that it rode up in the back, exposing her bare, sweating little cheeks.

            She tried to ignore Mark’s furious glare. The naked boy distracted her from her bladder for an instant, but the terrible crushing need filled her, radiating through her. The toilets, the clean, though stall-less, toilets were right there. Could she do it? Could she piss in the boys’ room with a naked boy watching her, staring at her while she stared at him? Could she-

            SMAAACCKK

            “YeooOOwwWW!” Nikki howled like a cat. A broad hand slapped her across the ass, making her jump.

            She whirled around, presenting her ass – now decorated with a blistering red handprint – to Mark, whose eyes bugged out at the sight of it.

            She was surrounded by Dylan and three other boys glaring down at her all talking at once.

            “What do you think you’re doing in here?!”

            “You lost!!!”

            “You tried to make us drink your piss!”

            Overwhelmed, humiliated, drenched in sweat, Nikki dashed through them like a rabbit toward the exit. But, grabbing hands reached out and gripped her t-shirt while she ran past.

            YOINK

            Nikki tumbled out of her t-shirt and flew out the boys’ restroom. She fell, completely naked, on the ground. As soon as her body made impact with the ground, piss erupted out of her, launching eight-feet into the air like a massive fountain.

            “Nn-NOOOO!!” Nikki wailed.

            She pressed her hands into her pussy, stupidly trying to stop the stream, only succeeding in making it fan out and spray in all directions, hosing down her naked body in her own piss and making it splatter into her nose and mouth.

            “NooOO-PPhhbtttT!” she screamed, sputtering on her urine.

            Dr. Poole could hear the shouting, arguing, and screaming through the thin walls of the outhouse, but she decided to ignore it. She shifted her butt about on the toilet seat, and began to push a large, dry turd out of her asshole. She can handle whatever happening outside later. Right now, she thought, wincing from the shape of the turd prodding its way out of her, she was occupied.