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With her legs spread as much as her pants would allow, she pushed her hips outward, stretching her right arm over her head, the other holding onto the stopwatch as she gave it a glance to make sure it was still ticking. With a sigh, she released a golden stream of piss from her slit that splashed onto the plant, easily audible in the near-total silence, and she watched as her urine ran down over the plant's leaves and stem. The yellow fluid did seem to slow down a little over time, but not fast enough to stop it from dripping down onto the pot, the dirt in it, and the carpet around it.\n\nNot caring how much of a mess she made, Code wiggled her hips from side to side. Her stream splashed onto other leaves as well as the dirt, soaking it and forming a puddle that slowly drained. She also missed a bit and hit the carpet as well as the wall behind the plant, little rivers of lizard piss running down the paint towards the floor. But with no need to try and be subtle, she grinned as she kept moving her hips, wildly splashing her piss onto other leaves of the plant and the floor around it, saturating the dirt even further the longer she kept going...\n\nEventually, despite her enjoyment, she realized something was up. She'd been pissing for a while. Glancing at the watch again, her eyes widened as she realized two entire minutes had passed. And she didn't feel any emptier than when she had started. Staring in wonder – and still showering the plant in urine the entire time – she soon just smirked to herself.\n\n\"It's not a bug, it's a feature,\" she joked to herself. Pushing with her muscles, she forced her stream out even harder for a few seconds, bending one of the leaves under the force of it and sending droplets spraying all over the wall. But since she clearly wasn't going to run out, and there wasn't a single part of the plant still dry, she cut off her stream with a clench of her muscles, making sure she had stopped the flow completely.\n\nBy the time she had pulled her pants back up, the plant had become frozen in time once more, with some of the droplets of her piss suspended in the air where they had dripped off the leaves. Once she was decent, she strode out of the office and back down to her desk, back to her seat.\n\nWith a click of the watch, everything resumed once more. Smiling, she went back to what she was doing, and reached out to the keyboard to craft a diplomatic reply to her boss. After all, it would prove she had been at her desk when a mysterious stranger at the company had vandalized his office.\n\n--------------------\n\nCode was in an unusually cheerful mood for a Tuesday when she came in the next morning. Back at home, she had experimented with the watch. Sadly, it had its limits – she couldn't go more than about a block from her apartment, and naturally things like elevators and automatic doors didn't work while it was active. It seemed to give her about an hour in total before it wouldn't stop time any more, and she had been concerned that she had used it all up – but by morning, the hands had reset to all pointing at 12, and it worked again.\n\nAn hour was more than enough time for what she had in mind, though.\n\nShe stopped by her desk only to drop off her things. It was 8:58, and she had a meeting to attend at 9:00 that would have been a complete waste of her time normally, and was even worse when she was being let go at the end of the week. But that was fine, it would give her an alibi for what she was about to do.\n\nShe hung the watch around her neck, and one click was all it took to silence the noise of her coworkers around her. One quick walk up the stairs, and she was at the top floor. In the center of the floor, with glass walls on all four sides, was the executive lounge. A mere programmer like her would normally never have reason to go inside, and the glass walls meant that any kind of escapades were impossible to get away with.\n\nUnless, of course, those escapades happened in a single instant...\n\nShe pushed open the door and closed it behind her. The meeting rooms on her floor were bare-bones with cheap plastic chairs and no decorations, sometimes without any windows. But the executive lounge was immeasurably nicer, with a carpet and comfortable chairs, some cushioned with fabric and some with real leather. Polished wooden tables, a drink station, even a big-screen TV, it had it all.\n\nHumming to herself, she casually stripped off her pants and panties entirely, leaving them by the door. Now bottomless, she was free to squat down in the center of the room between some chairs and the coffee table, spreading her legs wide. Taking a breath, she quickly relaxed and began hosing down the carpet with a heavy stream of urine, the fibers darkening as she drenched them thoroughly.\n\nHer tail swayed behind her, and she smirked as she started to completely saturate the carpet, a puddle forming on it. But then a grin formed on her face; why stop at this? She'd only initially planned to piss on the carpet, but with a practically limitless amount of it and nothing to stop her, why not go all out?\n\nClenching and cutting off her stream, she stood up and bent over at the waist, her tail raised up as she relaxed once more. In this position, her stream gushed out behind her and onto the chair directly behind her, but she started swishing her hips back and forth. Yellow droplets of piss sailed through the air in a wide spray to land on the entire row of chairs, soaking into the fabric coverings immediately. Back and forth she swung her hips to give them second, third, and fourth coatings of her urine, but she still wanted more.\n\nShe turned herself in a half circle to give the coffee table a quick spray, sending her piss splashing across it from one end to the other. But since there wasn't anything on it, she quickly stopped her stream to go work on something more interesting: the drink station. She flipped open the top of the coffee machine and pulled out the big, plastic reservoir from the back, turning sharply to toss the water remaining in it onto the carpet nearby. With it emptied, she set it down on the floor and knelt over it before letting out a sigh and starting to piss once more.\n\nHer stream hit the bottom of the now-empty container, drumming loudly and echoing in the hollow space. But it was soon splashing as the fluid level rose, starting with wet thumps as her stream hit the bottom through the accumulated liquid, then a deep watery splashing noise once it got deep enough. The pitch of the sound grew higher as the fluid level rose too, and Code let out a groan as she continued to piss cup after cup of urine into the container, still going at full blast despite how much she had already let out.\n\nShe was so wrapped up in it that she almost overflowed the container, and quickly cut off her stream with barely a half-inch left from the top. Not wanting to risk spilling any on herself, she poured out some of it onto the carpet before picking the reservoir up and returning it to the machine, snapping the lid closed.\n\nThat would do for now – she wanted to save some time in case she needed it later. After wiping her slit against one of the couches, she got dressed and went back to her desk before clicking the watch button to resume time. Hopefully the memory of what she had done would help her stave off the boredom of the upcoming meeting.\n\n--------------------\n\nAs the Wednesday status meeting came to an end, half an hour past when it was supposed to finish and yet still without a resolution, Code glared daggers at the back of the crow who was packing up his laptop and leaving. It had taken a great amount of restraint on her part not to strangle him; he'd attempted to shift blame for his own failures and incompetence onto her, knowing she would be gone at the end of the week either way. Even though she had been having none of it, nobody with any authority seemed to be willing to take a side, or if they did, they ignored her evidence to side with the full-time employee over the mere contractor.\n\nCode stayed behind as she took deep breaths to calm herself down, but also to wait for everyone else to exit the room first. Once they did, her left hand slipped into her pocket, and she pushed the button on the watch. Silence fell over everything around her, her coworkers outside all coming to a stop, and she got up, putting the watch around her neck. Leaving the room, she strode past the frozen crowd of her coworkers that were returning to their desks with a determined look on her face, marching over to the cubicles beyond.\n\nBut it wasn't her cube that she was going to; instead, it was the crow's, a couple of rows over from hers. Unzipping her pants along the way, she slung them over the arm of a time-frozen coworker she was passing, then stepped into the cubicle. She took her panties off and stuffed them into the pocket on her shirt, looking around the cubicle for a target – the chair? The coat on the back of it? The desk? The cabinet? But then a grin crossed her face; why not all of it?\n\nPutting one foot on the seat of the swivel chair, she grabbed hold of the top of the cubicle wall to hold herself steady. Fortunately, the chair had a bad wheel and didn't move very much on the carpet, but at least it still swiveled – something she intended to take advantage of, spreading her legs as much as the chair seat would allow, her tail held up high.\n\nPushing her hips forward, she relaxed her muscles enough to start pissing, the golden stream of her fluid arching down and forward towards the corner of the cubicle by the entrance, over the back of the seat. Her urine struck the cheap fabric divider and immediately began soaking into it, darkening it immediately, and keeping her hands on the cubicle wall, she started to turn herself on the swivel chair.\n\nThe stream of piss painted a dark and jagged line along the cubicle wall as she turned, going slowly so that she could give the walls a good coating. Once she had gone in a half-circle, she came to the desk, her piss splashing onto the cheap wooden surface and splashing across it, though it slowed down as it rolled off the sides and dripped off, freezing in midair on its way to the carpet. Although his laptop was currently carried under his arm, she was able to give everything on the desk a thorough drenching.\n\nThe mouse and mousepad were first, the impact of her stream pushing the mouse around. The keyboard was next, her fluid splashing across the keys and running between them. Holding the cubicle walls for support, she lifted a leg to direct her stream to the monitor and the docking station underneath it, both of them soon dripping with lizard piss.\n\nPutting her foot back down and turning the chair further, she let her stream drum against the cabinet next to the desk, making a hollow sound from inside it, her piss running down the side. But not content with that, she cut off her stream briefly to bend over and pull open the middle drawer; it was almost completely empty, but that didn't stop her from standing back up and relaxing again to pick up where she left off. She let her endless stream splash into the cabinet drawer, but the fluid level didn't rise as it instead spilled out from the back and sides into the lowest drawer on the cabinet.\n\nShe raised a foot and shoved the middle drawer shut before pissing onto the front of the cabinet, maintaining her precarious perch on the swivel chair. Once she had soaked it to her liking, she clenched her muscles to stop again and hopped off of the chair onto a dry spot just at the entrance to the cubicle, bending over at the waist as far as she could, looking backwards through her legs.\n\nPissing one more time, her stream shot backwards and sprayed down the chair she had just been standing on. The yellow fluid soaked into the cheap padding and saturated it quickly, and she wiggled her hips to spray it as much as she could, hitting the armrests, not caring that lots of it missed entirely and landed on the floor and lower parts of the cubicle. The more collateral, the better.\n\nBut with the chair drenched, she was ready to call it done. Standing back up, she turned and reached out to grab hold of the arm of his jacket, wiping her pussy dry with it before retrieving her panties from her shirt pocket. Dressing herself as she made her way back to the meeting room, collecting her pants from the unwitting co-worker, she returned to her original seat. Only after making sure her shirt was tucked in did she click the watch once more, the sound suddenly returning.\n\nNonchalantly, she returned the watch to her pocket and strode out from the conference room, her laptop under one arm – and did her best to act shocked when she suddenly heard a commotion from over by the crow's cubicle.\n\n--------------------\n\nCode felt relieved as she was escorted out of the building by security. When she had returned from a morning meeting to find him and her boss at her desk, she had been momentarily worried that they had figured out who was behind all the mysterious incidents of the last few days. But she didn't worry for long; only one underpaid security guard waited at her desk, not dark-suited, sunglasses-wearing men from the government.\n\nAs it turned out, her boss was releasing her and several other contractors early, just to save some money by not having them bill for the last half-day. She was beyond caring, and glad to see the whole debacle over for good.\n\nWithout even an offer to call for a taxi, she was shown out the front doors, leaving her hoping the next bus would be along quickly. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw the security guard had already turned around to head back. The door was swinging closed...\n\n...so Code stuck her hand into her pocket, and with a click of the pocket watch, it stopped halfway open, the security guard in mid-stride beyond that.\n\n\"Don't be so hasty,\" she said to herself as she slipped the watch's chain around her neck and went back in, \"we have some unfinished business.\"\n\nThe elevators wouldn't work while time was frozen, so she went up the stairs. One brief trip later and she was standing at the server room – the door of which was wide open, as always. She unbuttoned and dropped her pants and panties at the door, taking them off and leaving them outside, not wanting them to get in the way for what she had planned.\n\nBottomless, she entered the server room. It was still poorly lit, but the really important racks were the ones near the front anyway, and it was in front of one of those that she stopped. Raising one foot high, she pressed it against the rack before her and then relaxed, showering the servers on the lower shelves with her piss. A lot of it splashed off the metal casing, but still more ran in through the edges of the cases and the vent holes, pouring in past the fans that had been stopped by her watch.\n\nShe wiggled her hips to send her stream back and forth over the servers, ensuring their demise as soon as she unpaused time. But she was only just getting started, and momentarily stopping her stream, she shuffled over to the next rack, turning away from it before bending at the hips and raising her tail high, spreading her legs. Looking through her legs, she watched upside-down as her stream hosed down another set of servers – HR's, she was pretty sure – spraying and splashing all over the cases with enough force to ensure plenty of her piss would end up inside and all over the circuits within.\n\nShe made her way along the first half of the server room, giving each set of servers a quick hosing down, her tail lashing behind her as she sprayed each in turn. But she was just getting started, and changed to the other side of the room after that. A cabinet full of networking gear with cables leading from it all over the floor was next, and she started with a wide switch with a sticky note on it reading \"Do not power off!!!\"\n\nThe sticky note was soon washed away under a deluge of urine, the lizard standing as close to the cabinet as she could. A cascade of her piss dripped down from one shelf to the next across several more pieces of equipment as she continued to thoroughly drench the highest one she could reach, though the flow grew slower the further down it went until it stopped in mid-air.\n\nAfter that, she left the server room and grabbed her clothes, but wasn't done yet. Marching down the hallway past frozen coworkers oblivious to the bottomless lizard's presence, she headed for a big conference room. Only her boss – well, ex-boss – was inside, talking on his phone and looking out the window. His laptop was left on the big table in the middle, hooked up to a projector in the center of it.\n\nKeeping her pants slung over one arm and climbing onto the table, Code stood with her legs straddling the projector, which was projecting some graphs onto the far wall – though not for much longer. Squatting down, she pissed directly onto the top of the projector, rapidly covering it in her golden liquid, and she made sure to wiggle her hips around to make her stream splash onto the vents as much as she could.\n\nStanding back up, she got down from the table – then stood in front of her boss's laptop. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. She grinned widely as she sprayed it down with a heavy shower of piss, moving her hips to send the stream back and forth over the screen, and giving the keyboard a golden shower as well, her piss easily flowing between the keys.\n\nShe already felt better, and after stopping her stream and getting dressed, she left the building the same way she had come in. Only once she was back outside and standing in the same spot did she click the watch to start up time again.\n\nFor a moment, nothing seemed to happen, but then the card reader by the door beeped, a light on it turning red while the display simply read \"ERROR\". Doing her best not to grin, Code walked off through the car park to make her way back home.\n\n\"Look on the bright side,\" she muttered under her breath, \"Now you can finally upgrade your servers!\"\n",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Grumbling to herself, Code flicked the light switch. The ceiling lights didn&#039;t even turn on.<br /><br />Sighing, she stepped inside, careful to avoid tripping on the hazardously-laid cables running over the floor of the server room. &quot;Hey Code,&quot; she said, poorly mimicking her boss&#039;s voice, &quot;You can help the IT guy since we understaffed his department, right?&quot; Rummaging through the shelves by the door, she found a flashlight, albeit one with no batteries.<br /><br />&quot;Sure, sure,&quot; she continued to grouse as she dug around for batteries of a suitable size, &quot;I have all this free time since you cheapskates cut my contract short without notice after all...&quot;<br /><br />After finding a pair of suitable batteries and jamming them into the flashlight&#039;s handle, she turned it on and made her way further into the server room, carefully stepping over dusty cables and boxes.<br /><br />&quot;Maybe your servers wouldn&#039;t go down so much if you paid for some hardware that was made in the last 20 years,&quot; she muttered darkly as she reached a rack near the end, shining the light over the labels. Naturally, the server wasn&#039;t where she had been told it would be, and she stepped forward to-<br /><br />Her foot caught on something, and she let out a cry as she fell to the ground, dropping the flashlight as she fell, landing on a tangle of cables that were only mildly more forgiving than the tiled floor under them.<br /><br />Cursing colorfully, she got back to her feet. The flashlight hadn&#039;t broken, thankfully, and the beam coming from it was illuminating the small cardboard box she had tripped on. The contents had spilled out, and she noticed that it looked like someone&#039;s personal effects &ndash; some desk toys, a broken picture frame, some stationery...<br /><br />But standing out from the junk was a small, old-timey pocket watch the size of her palm. Curious, Code picked it up, tugging its chain free from the stuff that had fallen on it. She held it to the side of her head, but heard nothing. Opening it up, she saw that it wasn&#039;t ticking, the hands all pointing to 12.<br /><br />&quot;Odd,&quot; she mumbled. She slipped it into her pocket to check later &ndash; it had obviously been left there long enough that whoever it belonged to wasn&#039;t coming back for it. Taking more care as she searched, she finally found the misbehaving server and pressed the reset button on it before making her way out of the server room. Brushing dust off of her slacks, she returned to her desk; she had been about to go to the bathroom when the demand for her to &quot;fix the server right now&quot; had come in, but it would have to wait a bit longer. Her curiosity was piqued, and she wanted to check out the watch.<br /><br />Her cubicle was cramped, with barely enough room for the aging swivel chair, and never enough room for her long tail to stretch out. With a sigh, she took a seat and unlocked her laptop to tell IT that she had restarted the server, then retrieved the watch from her pocket. It looked fine; no cracks in the glass, no dents in the case, it just needed cleaning. Both the case and chain were made from gold, or at least plated with it. Oddly, there wasn&#039;t even a hole for a key to wind it.<br /><br />Wondering if it was simply stopped, she put a thumb on the top of it and pushed the button. To her surprise, the watch started ticking, the second hand moving forward &ndash; but at the same time, everything else around her stopped happening. The buzzing of the overhead lights, the whirring fans on her laptop, and the rattling of the ventilation system all halted. The conversation at other nearby desks ceased. It was unnaturally silent.<br /><br />&quot;...what?&quot; she managed to ask aloud, standing up and looking around over the top of the cubicle wall. Time itself had stopped. The other office workers were frozen still, some in mid-stride. She didn&#039;t seem to be affected, and the only sound was the ticking of the stopwatch.<br /><br />Sitting back down, she pushed the button again. The watch stopped, and time started back up, all of the sounds and activity resuming as though they had never stopped.<br /><br />Her fingers closed more tightly around the watch. If someone had told her about it, she would have just assumed they were making it up. She would have to experiment and find out more, if it had limits or any side effects, but the possibilities...!<br /><br />Her computer dinged at her, and she glanced over. It was an angry email from her boss with several other managers CC&#039;d on it &ndash; trying to blame her for the crashed service, just to cover his ass.<br /><br />&quot;Listen, you imbecile...&quot; she muttered under her breath as she put down the watch and reached out for the keyboard, but then stopped. Her eyes drifted to the watch. If she could stop time, she could get away with anything. Anything at all...<br /><br />Hanging the watch chain around her neck, she clicked the button on it. Again, time stopped around her, and as she stood up and walked over to the stairwell door, nothing and no-one else moved. She pushed the bar on the door, and it opened, but once she let it go after walking through, it slowed down as it swung shut, barely closing itself before time completely stopped for it once more.<br /><br />Intrigued, she continued up, making her way to her boss&#039;s office. The door was closed, but not locked, and she slipped inside. Time was still stopped, and her boss was absent, no doubt in a meeting somewhere trying to throw her under the bus. His desk was opposite the door, but in the corner was a large potted plant with big, broad leaves. A devious grin formed on her face as she decided to take care of two things at once: getting some payback on her boss, and taking her delayed bathroom break.<br /><br />Striding over to the plant, she unbuckled and unzipped her pants, dropping them and her panties down to her ankles. With her legs spread as much as her pants would allow, she pushed her hips outward, stretching her right arm over her head, the other holding onto the stopwatch as she gave it a glance to make sure it was still ticking. With a sigh, she released a golden stream of piss from her slit that splashed onto the plant, easily audible in the near-total silence, and she watched as her urine ran down over the plant&#039;s leaves and stem. The yellow fluid did seem to slow down a little over time, but not fast enough to stop it from dripping down onto the pot, the dirt in it, and the carpet around it.<br /><br />Not caring how much of a mess she made, Code wiggled her hips from side to side. Her stream splashed onto other leaves as well as the dirt, soaking it and forming a puddle that slowly drained. She also missed a bit and hit the carpet as well as the wall behind the plant, little rivers of lizard piss running down the paint towards the floor. But with no need to try and be subtle, she grinned as she kept moving her hips, wildly splashing her piss onto other leaves of the plant and the floor around it, saturating the dirt even further the longer she kept going...<br /><br />Eventually, despite her enjoyment, she realized something was up. She&#039;d been pissing for a while. Glancing at the watch again, her eyes widened as she realized two entire minutes had passed. And she didn&#039;t feel any emptier than when she had started. Staring in wonder &ndash; and still showering the plant in urine the entire time &ndash; she soon just smirked to herself.<br /><br />&quot;It&#039;s not a bug, it&#039;s a feature,&quot; she joked to herself. Pushing with her muscles, she forced her stream out even harder for a few seconds, bending one of the leaves under the force of it and sending droplets spraying all over the wall. But since she clearly wasn&#039;t going to run out, and there wasn&#039;t a single part of the plant still dry, she cut off her stream with a clench of her muscles, making sure she had stopped the flow completely.<br /><br />By the time she had pulled her pants back up, the plant had become frozen in time once more, with some of the droplets of her piss suspended in the air where they had dripped off the leaves. Once she was decent, she strode out of the office and back down to her desk, back to her seat.<br /><br />With a click of the watch, everything resumed once more. Smiling, she went back to what she was doing, and reached out to the keyboard to craft a diplomatic reply to her boss. After all, it would prove she had been at her desk when a mysterious stranger at the company had vandalized his office.<br /><br />--------------------<br /><br />Code was in an unusually cheerful mood for a Tuesday when she came in the next morning. Back at home, she had experimented with the watch. Sadly, it had its limits &ndash; she couldn&#039;t go more than about a block from her apartment, and naturally things like elevators and automatic doors didn&#039;t work while it was active. It seemed to give her about an hour in total before it wouldn&#039;t stop time any more, and she had been concerned that she had used it all up &ndash; but by morning, the hands had reset to all pointing at 12, and it worked again.<br /><br />An hour was more than enough time for what she had in mind, though.<br /><br />She stopped by her desk only to drop off her things. It was 8:58, and she had a meeting to attend at 9:00 that would have been a complete waste of her time normally, and was even worse when she was being let go at the end of the week. But that was fine, it would give her an alibi for what she was about to do.<br /><br />She hung the watch around her neck, and one click was all it took to silence the noise of her coworkers around her. One quick walk up the stairs, and she was at the top floor. In the center of the floor, with glass walls on all four sides, was the executive lounge. A mere programmer like her would normally never have reason to go inside, and the glass walls meant that any kind of escapades were impossible to get away with.<br /><br />Unless, of course, those escapades happened in a single instant...<br /><br />She pushed open the door and closed it behind her. The meeting rooms on her floor were bare-bones with cheap plastic chairs and no decorations, sometimes without any windows. But the executive lounge was immeasurably nicer, with a carpet and comfortable chairs, some cushioned with fabric and some with real leather. Polished wooden tables, a drink station, even a big-screen TV, it had it all.<br /><br />Humming to herself, she casually stripped off her pants and panties entirely, leaving them by the door. Now bottomless, she was free to squat down in the center of the room between some chairs and the coffee table, spreading her legs wide. Taking a breath, she quickly relaxed and began hosing down the carpet with a heavy stream of urine, the fibers darkening as she drenched them thoroughly.<br /><br />Her tail swayed behind her, and she smirked as she started to completely saturate the carpet, a puddle forming on it. But then a grin formed on her face; why stop at this? She&#039;d only initially planned to piss on the carpet, but with a practically limitless amount of it and nothing to stop her, why not go all out?<br /><br />Clenching and cutting off her stream, she stood up and bent over at the waist, her tail raised up as she relaxed once more. In this position, her stream gushed out behind her and onto the chair directly behind her, but she started swishing her hips back and forth. Yellow droplets of piss sailed through the air in a wide spray to land on the entire row of chairs, soaking into the fabric coverings immediately. Back and forth she swung her hips to give them second, third, and fourth coatings of her urine, but she still wanted more.<br /><br />She turned herself in a half circle to give the coffee table a quick spray, sending her piss splashing across it from one end to the other. But since there wasn&#039;t anything on it, she quickly stopped her stream to go work on something more interesting: the drink station. She flipped open the top of the coffee machine and pulled out the big, plastic reservoir from the back, turning sharply to toss the water remaining in it onto the carpet nearby. With it emptied, she set it down on the floor and knelt over it before letting out a sigh and starting to piss once more.<br /><br />Her stream hit the bottom of the now-empty container, drumming loudly and echoing in the hollow space. But it was soon splashing as the fluid level rose, starting with wet thumps as her stream hit the bottom through the accumulated liquid, then a deep watery splashing noise once it got deep enough. The pitch of the sound grew higher as the fluid level rose too, and Code let out a groan as she continued to piss cup after cup of urine into the container, still going at full blast despite how much she had already let out.<br /><br />She was so wrapped up in it that she almost overflowed the container, and quickly cut off her stream with barely a half-inch left from the top. Not wanting to risk spilling any on herself, she poured out some of it onto the carpet before picking the reservoir up and returning it to the machine, snapping the lid closed.<br /><br />That would do for now &ndash; she wanted to save some time in case she needed it later. After wiping her slit against one of the couches, she got dressed and went back to her desk before clicking the watch button to resume time. Hopefully the memory of what she had done would help her stave off the boredom of the upcoming meeting.<br /><br />--------------------<br /><br />As the Wednesday status meeting came to an end, half an hour past when it was supposed to finish and yet still without a resolution, Code glared daggers at the back of the crow who was packing up his laptop and leaving. It had taken a great amount of restraint on her part not to strangle him; he&#039;d attempted to shift blame for his own failures and incompetence onto her, knowing she would be gone at the end of the week either way. Even though she had been having none of it, nobody with any authority seemed to be willing to take a side, or if they did, they ignored her evidence to side with the full-time employee over the mere contractor.<br /><br />Code stayed behind as she took deep breaths to calm herself down, but also to wait for everyone else to exit the room first. Once they did, her left hand slipped into her pocket, and she pushed the button on the watch. Silence fell over everything around her, her coworkers outside all coming to a stop, and she got up, putting the watch around her neck. Leaving the room, she strode past the frozen crowd of her coworkers that were returning to their desks with a determined look on her face, marching over to the cubicles beyond.<br /><br />But it wasn&#039;t her cube that she was going to; instead, it was the crow&#039;s, a couple of rows over from hers. Unzipping her pants along the way, she slung them over the arm of a time-frozen coworker she was passing, then stepped into the cubicle. She took her panties off and stuffed them into the pocket on her shirt, looking around the cubicle for a target &ndash; the chair? The coat on the back of it? The desk? The cabinet? But then a grin crossed her face; why not all of it?<br /><br />Putting one foot on the seat of the swivel chair, she grabbed hold of the top of the cubicle wall to hold herself steady. Fortunately, the chair had a bad wheel and didn&#039;t move very much on the carpet, but at least it still swiveled &ndash; something she intended to take advantage of, spreading her legs as much as the chair seat would allow, her tail held up high.<br /><br />Pushing her hips forward, she relaxed her muscles enough to start pissing, the golden stream of her fluid arching down and forward towards the corner of the cubicle by the entrance, over the back of the seat. Her urine struck the cheap fabric divider and immediately began soaking into it, darkening it immediately, and keeping her hands on the cubicle wall, she started to turn herself on the swivel chair.<br /><br />The stream of piss painted a dark and jagged line along the cubicle wall as she turned, going slowly so that she could give the walls a good coating. Once she had gone in a half-circle, she came to the desk, her piss splashing onto the cheap wooden surface and splashing across it, though it slowed down as it rolled off the sides and dripped off, freezing in midair on its way to the carpet. Although his laptop was currently carried under his arm, she was able to give everything on the desk a thorough drenching.<br /><br />The mouse and mousepad were first, the impact of her stream pushing the mouse around. The keyboard was next, her fluid splashing across the keys and running between them. Holding the cubicle walls for support, she lifted a leg to direct her stream to the monitor and the docking station underneath it, both of them soon dripping with lizard piss.<br /><br />Putting her foot back down and turning the chair further, she let her stream drum against the cabinet next to the desk, making a hollow sound from inside it, her piss running down the side. But not content with that, she cut off her stream briefly to bend over and pull open the middle drawer; it was almost completely empty, but that didn&#039;t stop her from standing back up and relaxing again to pick up where she left off. She let her endless stream splash into the cabinet drawer, but the fluid level didn&#039;t rise as it instead spilled out from the back and sides into the lowest drawer on the cabinet.<br /><br />She raised a foot and shoved the middle drawer shut before pissing onto the front of the cabinet, maintaining her precarious perch on the swivel chair. Once she had soaked it to her liking, she clenched her muscles to stop again and hopped off of the chair onto a dry spot just at the entrance to the cubicle, bending over at the waist as far as she could, looking backwards through her legs.<br /><br />Pissing one more time, her stream shot backwards and sprayed down the chair she had just been standing on. The yellow fluid soaked into the cheap padding and saturated it quickly, and she wiggled her hips to spray it as much as she could, hitting the armrests, not caring that lots of it missed entirely and landed on the floor and lower parts of the cubicle. The more collateral, the better.<br /><br />But with the chair drenched, she was ready to call it done. Standing back up, she turned and reached out to grab hold of the arm of his jacket, wiping her pussy dry with it before retrieving her panties from her shirt pocket. Dressing herself as she made her way back to the meeting room, collecting her pants from the unwitting co-worker, she returned to her original seat. Only after making sure her shirt was tucked in did she click the watch once more, the sound suddenly returning.<br /><br />Nonchalantly, she returned the watch to her pocket and strode out from the conference room, her laptop under one arm &ndash; and did her best to act shocked when she suddenly heard a commotion from over by the crow&#039;s cubicle.<br /><br />--------------------<br /><br />Code felt relieved as she was escorted out of the building by security. When she had returned from a morning meeting to find him and her boss at her desk, she had been momentarily worried that they had figured out who was behind all the mysterious incidents of the last few days. But she didn&#039;t worry for long; only one underpaid security guard waited at her desk, not dark-suited, sunglasses-wearing men from the government.<br /><br />As it turned out, her boss was releasing her and several other contractors early, just to save some money by not having them bill for the last half-day. She was beyond caring, and glad to see the whole debacle over for good.<br /><br />Without even an offer to call for a taxi, she was shown out the front doors, leaving her hoping the next bus would be along quickly. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw the security guard had already turned around to head back. The door was swinging closed...<br /><br />...so Code stuck her hand into her pocket, and with a click of the pocket watch, it stopped halfway open, the security guard in mid-stride beyond that.<br /><br />&quot;Don&#039;t be so hasty,&quot; she said to herself as she slipped the watch&#039;s chain around her neck and went back in, &quot;we have some unfinished business.&quot;<br /><br />The elevators wouldn&#039;t work while time was frozen, so she went up the stairs. One brief trip later and she was standing at the server room &ndash; the door of which was wide open, as always. She unbuttoned and dropped her pants and panties at the door, taking them off and leaving them outside, not wanting them to get in the way for what she had planned.<br /><br />Bottomless, she entered the server room. It was still poorly lit, but the really important racks were the ones near the front anyway, and it was in front of one of those that she stopped. Raising one foot high, she pressed it against the rack before her and then relaxed, showering the servers on the lower shelves with her piss. A lot of it splashed off the metal casing, but still more ran in through the edges of the cases and the vent holes, pouring in past the fans that had been stopped by her watch.<br /><br />She wiggled her hips to send her stream back and forth over the servers, ensuring their demise as soon as she unpaused time. But she was only just getting started, and momentarily stopping her stream, she shuffled over to the next rack, turning away from it before bending at the hips and raising her tail high, spreading her legs. Looking through her legs, she watched upside-down as her stream hosed down another set of servers &ndash; HR&#039;s, she was pretty sure &ndash; spraying and splashing all over the cases with enough force to ensure plenty of her piss would end up inside and all over the circuits within.<br /><br />She made her way along the first half of the server room, giving each set of servers a quick hosing down, her tail lashing behind her as she sprayed each in turn. But she was just getting started, and changed to the other side of the room after that. A cabinet full of networking gear with cables leading from it all over the floor was next, and she started with a wide switch with a sticky note on it reading &quot;Do not power off!!!&quot;<br /><br />The sticky note was soon washed away under a deluge of urine, the lizard standing as close to the cabinet as she could. A cascade of her piss dripped down from one shelf to the next across several more pieces of equipment as she continued to thoroughly drench the highest one she could reach, though the flow grew slower the further down it went until it stopped in mid-air.<br /><br />After that, she left the server room and grabbed her clothes, but wasn&#039;t done yet. Marching down the hallway past frozen coworkers oblivious to the bottomless lizard&#039;s presence, she headed for a big conference room. Only her boss &ndash; well, ex-boss &ndash; was inside, talking on his phone and looking out the window. His laptop was left on the big table in the middle, hooked up to a projector in the center of it.<br /><br />Keeping her pants slung over one arm and climbing onto the table, Code stood with her legs straddling the projector, which was projecting some graphs onto the far wall &ndash; though not for much longer. Squatting down, she pissed directly onto the top of the projector, rapidly covering it in her golden liquid, and she made sure to wiggle her hips around to make her stream splash onto the vents as much as she could.<br /><br />Standing back up, she got down from the table &ndash; then stood in front of her boss&#039;s laptop. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. She grinned widely as she sprayed it down with a heavy shower of piss, moving her hips to send the stream back and forth over the screen, and giving the keyboard a golden shower as well, her piss easily flowing between the keys.<br /><br />She already felt better, and after stopping her stream and getting dressed, she left the building the same way she had come in. Only once she was back outside and standing in the same spot did she click the watch to start up time again.<br /><br />For a moment, nothing seemed to happen, but then the card reader by the door beeped, a light on it turning red while the display simply read &quot;ERROR&quot;. Doing her best not to grin, Code walked off through the car park to make her way back home.<br /><br />&quot;Look on the bright side,&quot; she muttered under her breath, &quot;Now you can finally upgrade your servers!&quot;<br /></span>",
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