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“Do you remember what I’d say would happen after the orgasm?”

She looked off to the side in embarrassment and then back at him. “I do.”

“What was it?” He pressed.

“That I wouldn’t be able to hold it.”

“…Wouldn’t be able to hold what?”

“My pee,” she whined playfully, collapsing onto his chest.

“And what does that entail?” he asked, a smile encroaching on his lips.

She forced her arms under her and used them to lift herself up to eye level with him. She had a dull frown, but her cheeks radiated heat, from embarrassment and from arousal. “It entails some very wet pants and panties, and a very wet Judy.” Before he could respond, she put a finger against his lips to shush him. “Because it means I would have peed in my pants.”
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I’m trying to get ready.”\n\n\t“Going with the dress I see.” He continued his physical caress as he spoke, tone teasing.\n\n\t“Uh huh.”\n\n\t“For obvious reason?”\n\n\tShe half-rolled her eyes and half-looked up at him as she brought her head back. “Yep. I’m wearing the leggings too, though.”\n\n\t“Uh huh,” Nick parroted back. “That way you can’t get away with anything. –Though, it is a shame they’re black….”\n\n\t“Nick, [i]if [/i]I piss my pants -- and I am saying [i]if, [/i]like in the off-chance that I piss my pants – I don’t think moisture running down my legs will go unnoticed, even if my pants are black.[i] “\n\n\t[/i]Nick swallowed and pressed himself against her a bit tighter. “Mmm, I suppose that’s true.” He bit her ear lobe. “We’ll have the backpack anyway. Not like you’ll be wearing your wet pants long…. After you piss in them, I mean; as in later today; when it happens.”\n\n\tShe rubbed her butt against him and looked at him through the mirror, a pleased smile on her lips. “I sure hope not. That would be so embarrassing.”\n\n\t“Especially in front of all those people,” he teased.\n\n“No….” She whined back playfully.\n\n “Free shows like this draw out lots of people, too. Of all ages.” He trailed kisses down her neck until he was on her exposed shoulder. His hands slid forward to grab the fronts of her soft thighs, his fingers rubbing her fur through the silky nylon-spandex blend of the leggings. One hand moved between her legs and began to slide up until it connected with warmth.\n\n“Nick,” she said, squirming. “You’re gonna make me wet my panties.”\n\n\t“And before we even get to the show.” He pressed into her, eliciting a small moan from her now parted lips.\n\n\t“Maybe….” She said under her breath.\n\n\t“But you’re right.” He said, slowly disconnecting and pulling away from her. “We don’t want to be late, either.”\n\n\tShe turned to look at him briefly, her eyelids heavy and her cheeks burning with the heat of arousal, then she walked away to finish getting ready.\n\n\tNick left their bedroom and waited in the living room. He made sure he had everything he needed in the backpack – food, a bag for any possibly wet clothing, and large bottle[i] [/i]of water.\n\n\t“[i]As well as a bottle of coffee for good measure.” [/i]He thought. “[i]Le coup de grâce[/i].”\n\n\tSeveral minutes later, Judy emerged from the room.\n\n\t“Ready to go?” He asked.\n\n\t“Yeah, just gotta pee real quick.”\n\n\t“Oh? Not going to hold it? What’s wrong?” He teased. “Worried you make it home if you don’t pee now?”\n\n\t“I won’t make it [i]there [/i]if I don’t pee now.”\n\n\tNick’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “That bad?”\n\n\t“Well, I’ve been holding it all morning and I’ve had to go for over an hour now. So yes, it’s that bad.”\n\n\t“Guess you weren’t kidding when you said I was about to make you wet your panties.”\n\n\t“Not at all.” She moved toward the bathroom. “It’s a good thing you didn’t press on my bladder while we were standing there. I might’ve leaked.”\n\n\t“R-Really? I don’t suppose that would still work, would it?”\n\n\t“Nope. Missed your chance. I’d see it coming now and brace for it.” The bathroom door closed behind her. Nick eyed the door with shock and then mild vexation, but he fell back against the wall a moment later with an amused smile. \n\n“[i]Qui court deux lievres a la fois, n’en prend aucun[/i]….” He said under his breath.\n\n[i]If that’s as long as she can hold a single glass of water, [/i]he thought with a swallow,[i] there’s no way she’ll be able to hold it until the end of the concert. [/i]His lower body tingled pleasantly from even the thought of the possibility. It was by no means the first time he’d be seeing Carrots have an accident –but this one promised to be unique.\n\n\tThere’d been numerous events where she’d come home from work or from a night out drinking with her thighs grinding and feet going up and down with every belabored second. Many of those times she’d started to piss her panties before getting to the toilet. Often it culminated in little more than a few sporadic, precursory droplets or a shameful line of spots specking where her premature pee stream had collided with the rear-end of her underwear, sometimes not even requiring a change of clothes if a particularly dark pair; a handful of times, however, it had been worse than that, and a few times she’d even left a visible mark on her pants or uniform. \n\n\t…[i]There was that time at the DMV, and that other time when we had to stop at the gas station – that time where she’d left some droplets on the back of her panties because she lost control a split second too soon[/i]. [i]That was one of the first times….[/i] Nick could still remember those panties, unusually light for blue panties, with dark blue hearts lining the waistband at the top. One of this favorite pairs.\n\n\t[i]This could be different, though. Even if she does run for the bathroom the moment she starts leaking, there is a chance she might lose control for a few seconds. And that’s all it would take….\n\n[/i]Usually her close-calls and beyond happened in private, or at least they apexed where no one other than Nick would see her shame. There had been exceptions to this, like major pee dances, some indecent (and very embarrassing,) last-second crotch grabs, many leaks of varying degrees stemming from varying causes, and even a few [i]marches de la honte[/i], or ‘walks of shame;’ but Nick had bore witness to only one exception that involved her actively losing control in front of anyone other than himself.\n\n[i]The daddy panties… [/i]He reminisced. [i]I can still remember the way she was sitting when it happened. One hand covering her mouth, the other right between her legs, like maybe she’d be able to stop it if she pressed down hard enough, or maybe like she was trying to cover it up -- as if her hand could cover such a soaker. [/i]He could still remember the sound of piss splattering on the floor below her, clearly audible over the sound of the hysterical laughing which had caused it. \n\n[i]I wonder if I’ll get to see that again, [/i]he thought with a swallow. [i]Or maybe something better….\n\n\t[/i]Images flashed through his mind of Judy bent over in the middle of a plaza, surrounded by parents dragging along bored kids, curious teenagers looking for something to capture their attention, and unassuming merchandise vendors all sneaking glances at the crooked-over bunny who seemed to be beyond shame. He could see the bulk of them glancing over just in time to catch that initial foreboding burst of warm, yellow shame, enough squirting out to cascade off her thigh to the instantly saturated cement below.\n\n\tThe sight of bare thighs barely covered by her short, pale red dress; purple fur reaching from her tense, tapping foot to the damp regions covered by her dress, which only left the barest bit to the imagination. A moment of bending over or a casual gust of wind and Carrots would end up showing far more than she likely intended.\n\n\t[i]Does she even realize how short that dress is? If she does piss herself, will she even be willing to go without her leggings in that thing? It barely covers her at all. It’s… a glorified shirt.\n\n\t[/i]Nick pondered this with a slight inkling of anxiety. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, something he always tried not to do when it involved making others piss their pants, but sometimes it proved impossible to stop, especially so when the potential pisser proved to be as sexually alluring as Judy Hopps.[i]\n\n[/i]\tWhen she emerged from the bathroom, they promptly left the apartment and headed for the bus. Nick handed Judy her water. She gave him a look and started sipping on it.\n\n\t\n\n--\n\n\n\n\t“Hmm,” Judy put a hand on her belly. “I shouldn’t have drank that so fast.”\n\n\tNick looked over at her bottle of water. It was halfway empty and by no means small. It was one made for runners with double the usual capacity.\n\n\t“Already have to pee? We’re not even at the park yet, Carrots.” They’d just stepped off the bus. The park was in sight, but they had an entire concert to sit through, followed by another bus ride back. Nick could already picture it: her antsy body going from foot to foot, interspersed with nervous glances down at her taut leggings. Her worry would mount, until her nervous glances became panicked. She’d tell Nick it was ‘happening’ and they’d sprint to the toilets in full view, the hand between her legs, pressing down tightly to stop the dribbling piss, betraying their destination to everyone who saw.\n\n\t“Not yet,” she said. “But I can feel it. It’s sloshing around inside of me.” She took another sip.\n\n“Don’t worry about it.” His flesh tingled with eagerness as she continued hydrating despite her complaints. “The faster you drink it, the sooner you’ll wet yourself, and the sooner you wet yourself, the sooner you won’t have to [i]worry[/i] about wetting yourself.”\n\n“Very sound logic.” Her tone was flat, but he could tell she’d almost laughed. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t have any plans on wetting myself. I am determined to hold it until the end of this concert.”\n\n[i]Unfortunately for you, I’m pretty sure you’re going to start peeing before the band is even halfway done with its set. The only question is how many people will see the glimmer on that black fabric.\n\n[/i]“I guess we’ll [i]seeeee,” [/i]he poked her ticklish armpits and she shied away.\n\n“Cut it out,” she said, blushing. “And no doing that when I’m about to burst. It’s one thing in the apartment, but there will be people here.”\n\n“Of course, of course. We had a deal. Plus, I don’t think I’m going to need to tickle you anyway.”\n\n“…You’re awfully confident,” she frowned playfully and poked his ribs.\n\nHe slapped her butt.\n\n“Nick!” She flashed a look of shock at him, but it quickly faded into a mild, reprimanding look, one that showed just a bit of hidden pleasure.\n\n“What? You don’t even have to pee yet.”\n\n“That’s not what I meant. And, for your information, I do have to pee a little.”\n\nNick looked her up and down, her already impossibly sexy form seeming somehow even more sexy than a moment before. “Is that so…?”\n\n“Yes. I can feel it a little now.”\n\nNick gave her his slyest look. “You should let a little out.”\n\n“No!” She fired back. “We’re in public! …Plus, I thought you wanted me to hold it.” She took another drink of water.\n\n“I do, but I highly doubt a few drops in your panties would hurt anything. I bet the fish would appreciate it.”\n\n“Uh huh,” she gave him a flat look. “I’m sure the fish are who you’re thinking about.”\n\nNick’s lips curled into a teasing smile and his eyes narrowed a bit. “Being in public didn’t stop you from leaking the other night, now did it?”\n\nShe paused for a moment, taken aback. “I was drunk! That [i]does not [/i]count…. Also, I had to pee really, really bad then.”\n\n“True. You did have to pee really bad. What was it you said to me? Oh, now I remember…. ‘Oh, Nick!’” He mocked. “’I feel like I’m gonna burst! Ohhh, it’s so bad!’” Nick paused and then gasped. “’Oh, no. Nick, I just leaked a little. Oh my God, Nick, if this toilet is locked, I might actually pee in my pants. I’m actually gonna pee on myself!’”\n\n“Shh!” She said, shushing him. “People can hear you.”\n\n“What’s wrong, Carrots? You were drunk. People pee themselves all the time when they’re drunk.” Naturally, Nick’s voice did not lower at all. “Granted, they don’t lose it the moment they see a toilet almost every time they drink, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Could happen to anybody, honest.”\n\nShe blushed harder and lowered her head in shame. She bit her lip, though, and that’s how Nick knew for sure she was enjoying the humiliation. \n\n“I bet that’s what you want to see today, isn’t it?” She asked, still blushing. “You wanna see me have an accident.”\n\nNick did not deign to answer. He merely shrugged.[i]\n\n[/i]“At this rate, you [i]might [/i]just get what you want.” She glanced down at herself, at the point where her dress ended and fell off into black, body-tight spandex. “But I’m not making any promises. If I can, I’m gonna make it home and take the longest, most relieving pee of my life in that toilet. And then you’re gonna have to do [i]the thing [/i]for me.”\n\nHe looked back at her, more aroused than he’d been all day (which was no small feat.) “Either way.” He said, unable to even fake his usual overconfidence. “You’ll have earned it.”\n\nShe gave a self-satisfied smile and turned away from him.\n\n[i]I wonder if she even knows how good she is at that.\n\n[/i]Nick wasn’t even exactly sure what [i]that [/i]was, but it was a phenomenon he’d only seen in a few choice people, mostly women.\n\n[i]And Judy is the best…. I’ll need to be careful with how much I teach her. [/i]He looked over at her, respectfully. [i]She’s more cunning than she looks. Whether she knows it or not.\n\n[/i]They approached the stage, but found a surprisingly dense wall of people in front of them, with a slow trickle of additional people filling in from behind.\n\n“Huh. It’s only just setting in now, but it looks like they’re really the only band playing. Was half expecting some opening bands or something.”\n\n“There weren’t any mentioned on the ad.” Judy answered.\n\n“Yeah, but sometimes they’re chosen last minute, after ads and posters and stuff is already made. Usually like local acts.”\n\n“And what makes you think they didn’t do that this time?”\n\n“The drum set.” Nick pointed through the crowd to the stage. “That thing is thousands of dollars, and a lot of it is just for looks. No local band can afford something like [i]that. [/i]Plus, all that other equipment is expensive too. And it looks like it’s all already set up. They’d at least push it to the back or something if other bands were coming up.”\n\nJudy went from left to right, trying to exploit the gaps between people to piece together a complete picture from fragments.\n\nHe looked at her and smiled in that uniquely ‘Nick Wilde’ sort of way. “Need some help there, Carrots?”\n\nWithout waiting for a response, he slipped his hands underneath her armpits and lifted her up so she could see the elevated stage from his own height. She gasped and pressed her legs together –both actions not going unnoticed by Nick.\n\n“Nick!” She hissed.\n\nHe set her down and she immediately slipped next him, head down and cheeks alight.\t\n\n“Something wrong?” He asked, feigning innocence.\n\n“Th-That’s embarrassing. Don’t do that.”\n\n“You wanted to see, right?”\n\n“Yes, but I didn’t want you to do that in front of everybody.” Her voice was low, but it pleased him to know that at least a few people near them likely overheard.\n\n“Of course, of course…. Everything else alright?”\n\n\tShe looked at him for a long moment, her legs still pressed tightly together. Finally, she looked away and reached for her phone. His own phone vibrated.\n\n\n\n>I leaked\n\n\n\n\tHe hesitated for several moments, unable to stop staring at her text. His face flushed a bit and he felt his lower body beginning to stir. He began to text her back.\n\n \n\n>>Was it bad?\n\n>I don’t think so\n\n>It felt like it was only a little bit\n\n> My panties prob soaked it all up but they feel wet now >.<\n\n\n\nNick took a moment to look up from his phone, heart pounding against his chest.\n\n\t[i]Sometimes she just… has such a way with words.\n\n[/i]\n\n>>Sorry. Didn’t mean to make you wet your panties.\n\n>Uh huh suuuure\n\n>>Happy for the fish, though. I’m sure they’re feeling better.\n\n>I’m sure you’re very sorry :rolling-eyes:\n\n>Lol wow yes I’m sure the fish feel very refreshed\n\n>I bet you wish you could check on them\n\n\n\n\tNick swallowed.\n\n\n\n>>Maybe\n\n>>I am fond of fish.\n\n>>But above all, I’m generous.\n\n>>Go ahead and pull your pants down Carrots and I’ll examine your panties for you.\n\n\n\n\tShe stared at the text for several, long[i] [/i]moments, and then replied with a curt ‘you wish’ before closing her phone. Having elicited that initial pause brought him a sort of primal pleasure, similar to when he watched her squirm to ward off an overfilled bladder.\n\n\t“But… I see what you mean now.” She suddenly began. “It was big. Very big. Huge.”\n\n\tNick looked at her in appall. He got a bit closer to her and half-whispered. “Judy! We’re in public! Don’t talk about it here! –That’s strictly for behind closed doors.”\n\n\tShe exhaled out of her nose and gave him a flat look. “I meant the drumset.”\n\n\tNick’s expression changed back to his normal one with a characteristically jarring speed. “It is, isn’t it? What’s crazy is half of it isn’t even really needed. It’s mostly for show.”\n\n\t“He doesn’t play all of it?”\n\n\t“Oh, no. He does.” Nick shrugged. “But… well, it’s a whole thing. You’ll see.”\n\n\tA man walked out onto the stage clad in all black and carrying a guitar. One by one, he plugged in each instrument, turned on the appropriate and overpriced amplification, and then did an enormously loud soundcheck. Thankfully, however, there was only a single band, so most of the sound-checking had likely been done earlier.\n\n\t“They should be coming on in just a few minutes.” When Nick looked over at Judy, he noticed her furthest thigh shifting in and out of view. It was a subtle enough sort of ‘pee dance’ that one wouldn’t notice lest they were looking right at her; though, unfortunately for her, it was quite impossible to mistake it otherwise if someone did happen to notice it.\n\n\t“Thank god.” She said, forcing herself to stand still.\n\n\tNick smiled. “Something the matter, Carrots?”\n\n\tShe gave him a sideways look and reached for her phone.\n\n\n\n>I have to pee\n\n>>Oh yeah? Is it getting bad?\n\n>The band hasn’t even start playing yet so\n\n>Yeah \n\n>It’s getting bad\n\n>>Still feeling confident you’re gonna make it my purple beauty? <3\n\n>Um\n\n>Hopefully lol\n\n>Kinda worried I’ll have to run for it ._.\n\n>my golden god <3\n\n\n\n\tNick took a moment to savor her wavering confidence.\n\n\t[i]If you have to make a run for it, there’s no shame in that…. [/i]He thought. [i]Well, maybe a little, but it’s still better than the alternative.\n\n\t[/i]They’d agreed beforehand that Judy wasn’t allowed to move toward the bathroom until after she’d started ‘leaking,’ and Nick had performed some linguistic circustry to assure there were no misunderstandings. One leak did not count. Neither did two. It had to be a sort of wavering of control, a sense of ‘beginning to leak,’ but consecutively. Put concisely, she couldn’t go until she started losing control.\n\n\tAnd shockingly, she’d actually [i]agreed [/i]to this. \n\nNick spent almost an hour that night in bed tossing and turning, harassed by a persistently reemerging guilt. He felt as though he’d somehow tricked her into it, that maybe she didn’t realize just how poor her chances were of getting that little furry butt into a porta-potty and over a toilet before the pee flowed in earnest. Sure, Judy had some [i]incredibly [/i]clever moments, but the inverse of this meant some shockingly naïve moments mixed in with what was an overall trusting, people-pleaser personality.\n\nIn the days leading up to the event, he’d hinted with increasing transparency, doing everything short of sitting down for a heart-to-heart and telling her the truth about how she was almost certainly going to have an accident. Though, to his surprise once again, Judy played along with his jokes and questioned his confidence, replying with a tone that told him she’d ‘take her chances.’ \n\nA truly bold tone to take.\n\nAfter all, he’d been with her long enough, as work partners, romantic partners, and then as roommates, to know that once she started leaking, being near a toilet was [i]really [/i]in her best interests. If she didn’t react before that point, it would often lead to more than just the typical afterwork tree-like smattering of urine spots crawling up the rear of her panties, but would encroach more and more into the typical after-drinking mini-accident and beyond – depending on how long she waited (and drank.)\n\nNick had grown adept at reading the various signals she gave off, since he had so many opportunities to examine them. Sometimes it was a steadily mounting need to pee juxtaposed by a petulant [i]résistance aux toilettes[/i], not entirely unlike a child at play, determined to squeeze every last bit of life out of the moment before relenting to that looming inconvenience. Other times it was the sudden, stark realization that her bladder was full -- with a correlative reaction that could range anywhere from ‘oh, I really need to pee’ to ‘oh, I’m about to start peeing’ followed by an awkward and egregiously obvious dash to the nearest toilet.\n\nFor Judy, the time between ‘I need to pee’ and ‘I really need to pee’ came and went with shocking rapidity. Rabbits were known for having comparatively small bladders, but her control over that bladder had always been tentative at best, giving rise to common, even frequent ‘leaks’ of differing sizes. On top of all that, unlike the majority of people in her situation, she’d not gravitated toward the mentality of obsessing over toilet locations and making sure to use them at every possible scenario, nor did she use daily panty liners or pads ‘just in case.’\n\nMuch to Nick’s satisfaction, she was made from bolder stuff. Maybe she’d just gotten used to it as a kid and learned to shrug off the potential embarrassment, but she veered more toward mild desperation and even some squirming before making an often hastened trip to the toilet, rather than going there at the first sign of an urge. A small pee dance here or there was an extremely common occurrence, if not a daily one, and leaks varied from the common few droplets to the rare softball sized wet patch between the legs of her cop trousers. He suspected this was largely due to her kink – this passive, almost conflicting enjoyment of being embarrassed (especially in public.) While she didn’t [i]particularly[/i] enjoy major embarrassments, she didn’t mind having small accidents in front of him anymore, presuming nobody else saw. He’d also noticed a marked increase in the wetness of her not-peed in panties on days where he’d been particularly ruthless with his public teasings -- as well as an increase in her ferociousness in bed.\n\nThe combination of all of these things, to varying degrees on different occasions, had led to a litany of different ‘accidental occurrences,’ all to which Nick could refer. \n\nThe last time they’d gone drinking had been particularly notable, as her complaints had been more dramatic than usual, including such gems as ‘I’m going to burst,’ and ‘if this toilet is locked, I’m actually going to pee myself,’ or something to that effect. All of this was qualified with an extra sense of urgency, because they weren’t on their way home. They’d just left a bar with an out-of-order bathroom (and a marathon length line next to it) because she’d ‘waited too long and had to go [i]now.’ [/i]\n\nQuite a few random bystanders had seen her openingly holding herself, pressing her short, black dress tightly between her warm thighs and up to her ever-dampening panties. They’d reached a bathroom, but according to Judy, ‘I started peeing as soon as I got inside.’ She’d also been kind enough to mention – with a bit of goading from Nick, of course - that her thin, lace panties, which were already not suited toward the job of catching renegade bursts of pee, had already been thoroughly saturated on the walk there and during the subsequent ‘drippy’ wait for the bathroom key, as her poetic and inebriated self had described it. \n\nJudy had been reluctant to count this as a ‘true’ accident, but Nick had teased her regardless, feeling that any situation that would have involved obviously wet pants was true enough. And this was only one ‘not-an-accident’ out of many, each characterized by varying levels of ‘not-ness.’\n\n --Which was another tendency of hers he enjoyed: \n\nDespite the inevitabilities that come complicit with having a weak bladder and frequently straining that bladder with long, wait-until-the-last-minute style holds, she frequently tried to cover up the fact she’d been pissing herself bit by bit during her exaggerated dancing and frantic run, or that she’d started pissing too quickly before reaching the toilet. Even when willing to share her harrowing reminiscences later, she was often so embarrassed at the times in which they occurred, she’d go straight into the shower and act as if nothing happened after exiting. And sure enough, many times Nick had delved into dirty laundry with quiet and agile paws, stumbling upon wet panties and sometimes, when things had gone particularly in his favor, crotch-dampened pants; either sitting on top of the hamper as if placed there by some being far better than himself, and other times shoved conspicuously down into the center of the basket – again like a child, except this time one trying to hide the shameful aftermath of their stubbornness.\n\nWhat all this meant for Nick Wilde, as he stood there in the park with his beloved bunny by his side, her panties damp from the leak he’d caused, her throbbing bladder forcing her feet into repetitive, awkward steps now, each one further unveiling her hidden predicament and childish ostentation to the people around them, her consensual confinement in that spot dictating that until she was essentially already doing that thing which absolutely cannot be done by someone her age –and most certainly cannot be witnessed!-- until she was standing there in that group of strangers actually having a real bathroom accident like any young kid might at the peak of their innocence, she could not pee anywhere other than in those already sodden print panties; what all this meant to him, was that Judy was in a very questionable position. \n\n[i]And I have a front row seat to the show. [/i]He thought. [i]To the real show.\n\n[/i] They were now enclosed by people in all directions –people who were at the park for a decidedly different show. The crowd grew loud and raucous as the long-awaited band appeared on stage. Judy handed him an empty bottle of water. Nick put it in the backpack and handed her the bottle of hazelnut coffee, in place of the second bottle of water she’d expected. Surprisingly, she took it with no complaint and did not so much as make a face beyond some mild surprise. She merely took a deep breath, as if accepting the challenge.\n\n[i]Just now starting their set. [/i]He looked back over at Judy, who looked like she was forcing herself to not look as nervous as she clearly felt. The bathrooms were some distance away and were bound to be crowded – presumably with lines far longer than Judy could ever hope to endure while already dribbling (if she even made it to the lines to begin with.)\n\nHe swallowed, feeling a slight wave of nervous anxiety flow through him. The situation had now taken on a new reality. \n\n[i]--Did she even know before coming here that there’d be no way to get to the bathroom? Does she know now? What will she do when it gets really bad? Like really, really, about-to-have-an-accident bad? [/i]Nick scratched his chin. He was staring over at her in the subtlest way possible. The hump her ass made as it pushed the cotton dress outward at the back, already perfectly erotic in its own right, was made sweeter by the delicate oscillations of her desperate frame, now in motion with the intricate and high-energy music being performed on stage. [i]The agreement was she couldn’t go until she was involuntarily losing it -- and I don’t know, maybe she can wait that long and hold it still. Maybe she’ll get lucky and stop the leak, or at least slow them down enough to get to a portable toilet or something. –Hell, who knows? Maybe she’ll make it home.\n\n …But… what if she doesn’t? [/i]The very thought made his heart pound noticeably harder.[i] Is she willing to pop a squat? Would she try and find a private spot where she could do it unseen? Would she even have enough time for that? Then again, would it matter if she had enough time…? Honestly, it’s Judy we’re talking about here. \n\n[/i]The absurdity of the notion replaced Nick’s nervousness with a sort of tense amusement. [i]Is upstanding citizen, Officer Judy Hopps, willing [b]to indecently expose herself[/b] in [b]public[/b]? [/i]It turned out that when she had no greater good to justify bending the rules, his assessment of her when they’d first met rang true: she was a real goody-two-shoes.[i] [/i]He remembered times in the past where he’d attempted to gently coax her into doing things she found unacceptable as an ‘Officer of the Law.’ He could see the pride in the almost comedic way she stood: hands on her hips for authority, her humble but perky chest stuck out for confidence, her chin lifted…\n\n[i]…Purely for effect. [/i]He smiled inwardly. \n\n Her stance was as if the holy grail were to be found entirely in one’s posture. She’d look at him and give him some cookie-cutter Disney line about self-respect and ‘setting an example; something that was particularly amusing when his coaxing involved a mundane and typical task, like pissing in an alleyway. As if the other animals in Zootopia didn’t piss too. Particularly in alleyways.\n\nConflictingly enough, his two most memorable accounts of this happening firstly involved her saying no – a time early in their relationship before she knew about his interests, where she’d hilariously said to him that ‘wet panties were a small price to pay for the future of Zootopia’s youth.’ He’d nearly cummed.\n\nAnd secondly, an occasion a bit more recently where she’d made a poor beverage choice right before hitting traffic –hazelnut coffee, as it so happens-- and needed to go much worse than she usually did when on active duty. This time, he [i]had[/i] managed to talk her into popping a squat, but only because she was ‘about to flood the car, good [i]God, [/i]I’m going to piss all over the seat!’\n\nMuch to Nick’s satisfaction, she’d gone far out of her way to make absolutely sure nobody would see her commit the greatest possible crime against humanity, and so by the time she’d gotten somewhere comfortable, or at least close enough to comfortable to justify pulling down her suddenly darkening police trousers, she proclaimed “I’m pissing my panties!” in a tone as shocked as it was fervent. The car came to an abrupt stop and she jumped out of the driver seat while intermittent blasts of hot piss shot out of her exhausted pussy, hissing as they splashed against her extra-soft pair of scarlet bikini panties and slipped through the thoroughly saturated, silky fabric to worsen the lengthening wet spot disseminating across her crotch and sprinkle down on to her quivering, furry thighs. She only struggled with the button of her trousers for a moment, but it was long enough for her to have a small, not-an-accident, which required a trip back to their new place for a quick change of clothes –among some other, slightly more questionable things.\n\n\tHis phone vibrated, yanking him from his extended reverie. He glanced over at her. Other than the movement of her hands as she slid her phone into her handbag, she was standing still. Her left knee crooked out a bit so that her thighs could press more tightly together. She was also bent at the knees the slightest bit now and even leaned forward, as if desperately trying everything she could --shy of burying both hands between her legs in the middle of a crowd—to contain the tsunami bearing down on her likely quivering and exhausted vaginal lips. Nick’s dry lip havin’ ass licked his own lips inadvertently. His fur stood on end as a river of images flashed through his mind, as a river grew closer and closer to flowing down her small legs.\n\nHe checked his phone.\n\n\n\n>So\n\n>I have to pee really bad\n\n\n\n\tNick swallowed again and took a deep breath. It was still early in the show, but apparently some time had passed while he’d lulled-about, daydreaming. \n\nHe texted her back.\n\n\n\n>>That bad already?\n\n>>The band just started.\n\n>I know but like its getting so bad I feel like I’m gonna pop\n\n>Are you going to be disappointed if we uh\n\n>You know… +_+\n\n>…have to leave early? ._.\n\n>>No, no, I’m not worried about that at all\n\n>Because like I might start leaking soon I’m not really sure\n\n>>Honestly the real show is going on right next to me <3\n\n>Oh good!\n\n>I was worried I was gonna mess up the show for you\n\n>I didn’t think it would get this bad this fast\n\n>Also <4\n\n> <3*\n\n>>You say that like you’re about to piss your pants right now\n\n>Well\n\n>>Already giving up, my beautiful carrot queen?\n\n>I wouldn’t say I’m about to piss my pants but\n\n>No I’m not giving up!\n\n>Never!\n\n>I refuse\n\n>I still plan on holding it until the end\n\n>That’s what we agree on\n\n>Agreed*\n\n>But\n\n>I gotta pee so bad lol\n\n> I’m about to literally explode\n\n>And there’s more flowing through me >.<\n\n\n\nShe took another small sip of the coffee, as if providing proof.\n\n\n\n>>If you’re plan is to turn me on so much I cum my pants and let you go\n\n>>Then I loathe to admit it, Carrots, but these are my cum-resistant pants.\n\n>Lmao XD\n\n>>These pants are uncummable.\n\n>Don’t make me laugh \n\n>wow\n\n>>Or what?\n\n>Or you might just get your wish\n\n\n\nShe put her phone away and looked over at him. Nick did the same, and looked back at her.\n\nAt this point, the crowd had grown marginally denser. Nick found himself only a few inches from Judy, occasionally brushing up against her arm as beer-touting concert-dwellers slipped and shoved their way past. Not long after putting her phone down, Judy had given up on standing still, and had instead adopted a subtle bounce on the balls of her feet, both hands rubbing and squeezing the tops of her thighs, remaining conspicuously close to her groin and secretly wet underwear.\n\nWhen he looked over at her again, he noticed that her belly looked strangely pronounced, at if it were slightly distended.\n\n[i]No, [/i]he thought, glaring at the small, but slightly exaggerated protrusion pushing the lower-front fabric of her dress outward. [i]That’s not her stomach; that’s her bladder.\n\n[/i]He swallowed and a warm, prickling sensation washed over him. He could feel his lower body fill up, each agonizingly pleasant second of the process deepening the depth of ecstasy radiating out from the bits contained by his rapidly tightening underwear.\n\n[i]Can’t believe I actually got a boner here. [/i]He thought, relieved nobody would be able to tell without looking far out of their way. [i]Fucking Judy, though…. [/i]He looked over again at her visibly full bladder, at the way it pushed out irregularly far. [i]She has to piss so bad right now and she is still just standing there, bouncing, so full she can’t even hide it anymore. I might be the only one here who knows just how close she is to her limit, but anybody who has looked in this general direction since she started this little dance knows her problem.\n\n[/i]Heat radiated off Nick’s cheeks. Maybe it was all the people. Maybe it was a sudden turn in the weather. But conflictingly, he felt a sudden need to embrace his squirming girlfriend, to get right up next to her ears and lips, and let the music form a barrier between them and the rest of the audience.\n\n He reached out and placed a gentle paw on her butt, squeezing the fat through her dress, leggings, and underwear, making her body tighten and pull away a bit, and then slowly fall back as she both adjusted to the feeling of him on one of her most sensitive areas and as she realized she could still hold her pee while he was touching her bottom.\n\n[i]But for how long? [/i]Nick thought to himself. [i]Eventually you’re just… gonna reach your limit. You’re gonna start to pee, and it won’t matter if you’re with people, alone, close to the toilet, or far. No amount of crotch grabbing or dancing or pulling away is going to stop it.\n\n[/i]Nick slipped over and positioned himself behind her. Without warning, he moved forward and rubbed his clothed erection against her bottom. Her body flinched, her arms tightened, and she gasped, biting her lip immediately after. \n\nHer typical response would have been mild surprise, followed by her butt returning the erotic motions of gentle grinding. A small smile formed on Nick’s red-cheeked face, which then moved so close to Judy’s head that his lips brushed against her ear lobes. He’d meant to ask it with a sensual, intimate tone, but he’d never been good at anything in that vein other than ‘suave,’ which was usually enough to get a woman into his bed. When he spoke, it came out in a slightly subdued version of his regular tone; that almost joking, ‘sarcastic’ tone he apparently always had.\n\n“Did you pee yourself, Carrots?”\n\nHer cheeks were glowing red. She stopped biting her bottom lip and turned a bit to look at him, her lips curling into a terse and ironic look somewhere between a smile, a frown, and a nervous shrug.\n\nNick’s smile widened. “So you did pee yourself…. How bad? Get on the pants?”\n\n“I did not pee on myself. You just scared another leak out of me.”\n\nNick replied to this by rubbing his erection against her once again. Her cheeks seemed to darken another shade and she looked down at the ground for a moment in shame, a slight moan presumably escaping from her lips, though inaudible in the music.\n\n“You dick,” she whined, gyrating her behind against his cock for a moment, then stopping when she’d officially returned his gesture. “Someone’s gonna see.”\n\n“Good.” He dragged his paws against her soft body, letting the tips of his claws slip beneath the hem of her shirt and gingerly slide against her waistline. Her body writhed against him a bit from the strangely pleasant tickle. Nick took hold of her wrists and she turned to look at him, her eyelids low. “I want them to.” He blew into her ear, making her body writhe harder and making her moan audibly loud this time, at least to him.\n\n“Don’t….” She mumbled half-heartedly. \n\nIt wasn’t until Nick’s grip tightened and he began pulling her arms away from one another that the first glimmer of recognition flittered across her face. Her eyes opened wider as her hands were pulled further away from the crotch of those form-fitting leggings which sat flat over her arousal-soaked pussy and clung tightly to her only line of defense against leaking directly into the crotch of her pants – the cartoon-fish-print panties between her thighs that were already swollen with accidental squirts of urine.\n\nShe shook her head, but Nick’s smile just widened. As her fingers slipped free from the damp dominion between her soft, squishy thighs, her face strained and she leaned forward a bit, causing her equally soft and squishy butt to press tightly into his cock. Nick breathed in, enjoying the subtle scents of Judy’s fur-conditioner and the familiar, yet perpetually tantalizing way it mingled with her natural bodily aromas. \n\n“[i]Niiiick.” [/i]She whined with some exaggeration. “Give me my arms back.”\n\n“Why do you need those?” He asked, pressing himself against her once again.\n\n“Ohmmmm” she groaned. “Nick….” She said almost too low to hear over the music. “Someone’s gonna see….”\n\n“See what?” He grinded her behind again, the momentary flash of ecstasy that crossed her face betraying her appeals for cessation. \n\n“Oh, God… Nick…. No, no, I-I mean, Nick, really. I [i]really[/i] need my hands back. I can’t hold it much longer.”\n\nHe looked at her with feigned innocence. “You can’t? How will your hands help you with that, though?”\n\nShe frowned. “[i]Nick. [/i]It’s [i]baaaaad.[/i] “ She squirmed as she sustained the word, half as a means to grind her ass against the fox’s genitals in an appeal for mercy, and the other half as a sort of ham-fisted pee dance, since at this point she could only just barely manage to keep the incoming flood from blasting into her panties and surging down her quivering legs in front of everybody.\n\n[i]I sure hope it’s bad, [/i]Nick thought, enjoying the sensation of her twin-purposed squirms against his throbbing cock. [i]That’s what this is all about.\n\n[/i]“I’ll let them go….” He began, making her eyes light up a bit. “But you’re not allowed to use them again until I say so.”\n\nShe gave him a look that fell somewhere between panic and frustration. \n\n“Don’t worry.” He let go of her hands, which seemed to almost reflexively move back toward her groin, but remained still after the initial flinch in obeyance to him. With thighs tight together and lower muscles buckling under the immense pressure of the overinflated pee balloon below her belly, she pressed back into his fluffy chest and into his hot, stiff lower body. His paws slid forward, claws sliding against the sporty material of her leggings. “Let me be your hands, Carrots.”\n\nBoth hands, one encroaching in from each side, slipped from the top of Judy’s thighs and slid between her legs, moving meticulously and patiently, making sure to squeeze her and caress her every chance that they got. The young bunny pulled her lower lip into her mouth and strained her face, her expression a three-way tug-of-war between tension, pleasure, and the facial-manifestation of a desperate attempt at repressing the previous two (very conspicuous) expressions. Nick’s claws slipped in the soft, fleshy sandwich of athletic fabric and squeezable thigh only to drag gingerly against the top of her covered pussy lips and past the fuzzy-fur above, not stopping until it rested at the base of the hill formed by her distended and aching bladder.\n\nShe shuddered and looked at him with a panicked fervency, but also with a repressed overflow of arousal, which looked to Nick to be potent to the point of disorientation, as if it were just the right concoction of conflicting sensations to render somebody the second track of Dream Theater’s latest release, [i]Distance Over Time[/i].\n\nThe entirety of his paws now forced their way between the gridiron grip of her clasped thighs. The top paw slid up and pressed against the hot, humid fabric that covered her lower valley like a spandex adhesive. After a moment, he’d realized ‘humidity’ was not enough to describe the potent moisture running along the bulk of that short plateau. \n\n“Hmmm.” Nick hemmed in her ears and then pressed the side of his paw into her leggings, pushing the stretchy fabric and sodden cotton of the cartoonish, fish-print panties beneath past her pee soaked lips and into her slick, aromatic nethers. Opaque liquid seeped through pee dampened fabrics and slathered his paw. The feminine juices lubricated everything he touched and spread against the outside layer of the leggings as he began to meticulously rub her in the midst of the semi-tight (and hopefully unaware) crowd, rendering her entire crotch slick. \n\nMixing and mingling with all the warm lubrication flowing out of Judy’s aching privates, blending into a heterogeneous substance increasingly more watery than the first, then rubbing off onto Nick’s damp, stickly paws, were micro-droplets of urine, which, unbeknownst to her, dribbled out of her weakening pussy at a slowly increasing rate.\n\n“Nick, oh… God. Slow down, not here. You’re gonna… [i]Ohhhh.”\n\n[/i]\t“What’s wrong?” He whispered into her ear. “You sound like you’re about to bust already.”\n\n\t“Yeah.” She replied, looking straight ahead, consumed by the touch of his fingers rubbing against her clit through the two layers of pee dampened fabric. “Bust… is one way to put it….”\n\n\t“At least it’ll feel good this way, eh? I wonder what kind of face you’ll make when you orgasm. You know, while you’re pissing yourself in front of all these people.”\n\n\tShe groaned, “Nick, I really am about to start peeing. I need my hands down there, not yours. Yours are only making me need to pee worse.”\n\n\t“Oh, at your limit?”\n\n\tShe nodded, her look and motions half sensual, pitiful, and even coquettish, but the other half reflective of a rapidly swelling urgency. “I can’t hold it like this anymore.” Her butt started to gently gyrate, but in an uneven, awkward pattern. “Nick, please, if I can’t use my hands then I’m either gonna have a very… public accident, or I’m going to start doing a… really embarrassing and really obvious pee dance to help make up for it. Everyone near us is going to know I really need to go to the bathroom, and then this is going to be twice as embarrassing.”\n\n\tHe pressed himself even deeper into her vagina than he’d gone yet that day. Her body stiffened, causing a soft, but high-pitched moan to squeak out– louder than any of the others thus far. “Carrots,” Nick said with more than a little teasing-condescension. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m pretty sure that ship’s sailed.”\n\nShe looked back at him, confused and desperate. “Wha… What do you mean?”\n\n“Yes. I’m pretty sure they’ve known about it since you did that little bouncing pee-dance thing. It was hard not to notice, and it was pretty obvious you were pee-dancing.”\n\n\t“It wasn’t that obvious!” She fired back between deepening breaths. “…Was it?”\n\n\t“It was pretty obvious.” Nick said, chuckling.\n\n\tJudy groaned again and rubbed her butt against Nick’s cock as she did an early rendition of this allegedly ‘really embarrassing’ and ‘really obvious’ pee dance. “Nick, please, hurry! This isn’t fair! You’re interfering! I’m literally so close to losing it it’s not even funny!” She did her best to keep her voice down, but her desperation kept causing her voice to crescendo.\n\n\t“Hmm.” He squinted at her. Maybe it was just her words making him see things differently, or maybe it was the exaggerated and awkward leg lifts associated with this final-option pee dance, but her belly did seem even more distended than before, like she really was going to pop.\n\n\t[i]I should probably stop soon, otherwise I’m going to accidentally cause her accident….\n\n[/i] \t“I suppose this technically [i]is[/i] cheating.” He began. “But, my dear Carrots, the question is whether or not I am okay with that. After all, I’m a fox. It’s unfair to say we’re all a bunch of cheaters, but… Well.” He chuckled condescendingly. “We [i]are[/i] animals of opportunity. And this is seeming like a pretty amazing opportunity.”\n\n\t“Nick, Nick, please, I’m begging you, the pee’s right there. It is [i]right there.[/i] My pee is right at the end of my vagina, about to leak out. I can feel it… pushing against my… u-um, like at the end of my urethra, practically coming out. I’m really worried that… that I’m going to leak and then I’m not going to be able to stop the stream and I’m just gonna completely flood this spot.”\n\n\tNick pressed lightly into her vagina one final time and nibbled lightly on her earlobe. He paused, and then sighed. “Damn. Kinda hard to say no to that, so I guess I’ll give, but… What about the challenge? Is it still on if I let you hold yourself? You still gonna hold it until you start leaking?”\n\n\t“Yes, yes, thank you, that’s fine. I’ll hold it; I’ll leak. Just… I don’t want an accident here, not in front of all these people, not that much pee, and peeing here would look weird and -[i]Ooooh, [/i]Nick, hurry!” She shifted again against his cock. “Give me permission! I’m about to start peeing! Now-now-now-now-“\n\n\t“-Okay, okay, you can use your-“\n\n\tBefore he’d finished speaking, her hands locked over his and pressed down tightly. At the same moment, her butt pushed back into his crotch, or to be more accurate, she squatted down the slightest bit and leaned forward in her attempts to contain the suddenly dribbling dam between her legs.\n\n\t“Jeez, you really weren’t kidding aro…” Nick’s voice trailed off. There was the feeling of wet warmth spreading against his fingers. Judy’s legs tightened. He couldn’t hear her groan over the music, but there was the distinct sensation that she had. Maybe he’d felt it with her so close.\n\n He couldn’t see it, but it seemed as though she were grimacing, as if to reassert just how close she was to urinating full force.\n\n\tHer head shot up in shock, making Nick flinch. A peculiar feeling, like a vibration from her crotch, accompanied a fraction of a second later by warm liquid splattering out of the slippery, stretchy material and onto his paws. It took her several moments, what amounted to an entire second, possibly a second and a half, of full force pissing her pants to realize what was happening.\n\n\tShe pressed down on her crotch atop Nick’s now pee-soaked paws. He could feel her muscles flex through the fabric and felt as the pee stream slowed and came to a begrudging stop. A few more small spurts escaped her twitching, hardly enduring muscles, but the accident had been, for the time being, contained.\n\n\tStill standing there, both paws soaked and held tightly against Judy’s dripping crotch, he moved toward her ears. “Did you lose control?”\n\n\t“I… I don’t think so.”\n\n\tNick’s eyebrows rose in surprise. He’d meant the question rhetorically. “You… didn’t?”\n\n\t“Um. Well. I leaked. I leaked… kind of a lot. But I didn’t actually wet myself.” \n\n\tOne eyebrow lowered in inquisitiveness. “How much is a lot?”\n\n\t“Um.” She paused for a several moments, her eyes cast down in shame. “One of my knees is wet.”\n\n\t“One of your knees?!” Nick replied, remembering to lower his voice only in the nick of time.\n\n\t“Okay, okay, wait, wait!” She said, her cheeks burning. “It’s not like that. I think that some… like, kinda dripped out from the side and hit my knee or something.” She slowly pulled her hands away from her groin, but kept her thighs pressed tight and her front-end leaned forward to reduce any unneeded tension.\n\n\t“Some leaked from the side? How does that work, exactly?”\n\n\tShe frowned. “Like from my thigh. It came out kind of, like, hard, I guess, so it probably ran off the side or something and landed on my knee. It’s hard to tell; I’m really wet down there.” She frowned harder as she struggled to stealthily examine the very suspicious wet spot on her dress, conspicuously located on the lower portion, near her crotch. “Crap. No, I was wrong. It didn’t drip. It pretty much… just kinda flowed down my leg.\"\n\n“Damn.” Nick said, admiring the faint wet patch. “That’s… that’s hot.”\n\nJudy’s frown crooked a bit to the side in petulance. “Better be….”\n\n\tNick smiled. “You say that like you’re not having fun.”\n\n\tShe looked back and up at him, frowning, her cheeks aglow. “There’s piss on my legs.”\n\n\t“I… suppose there is.”\n\n\t“There’s piss in my panties. There’s [i]been[/i] piss in my panties. But now they’re completely soaked[i], [/i]and even after losing [i]this [/i]much, I still feel like I’m about to explode.”\n\n\tNick looked back at her, his eyes a bit wider than they were before. “Uh, wow.” He chuckled awkwardly. “That’s… a lot of piss. You sure you didn’t ‘actually’ wet yourself? I mean that sounds pretty wet to me.”\n\n\tShe looked back him flatly, “I didn’t wet myself. Not… yet at least.”\n\n\tNick took a deep breath, trying to keep up with the accelerating pace of his heart. Usually any nervous anxieties that cropped up early in the evening were squashed by the following intense sexual desire, but in certain situations, if they’d managed to turn him on enough, the nervousness would slip through and he’d be forced to try to keep it in check while managing the crushing radiation of the sexual-reactor going into full, stage five MELTDOWN somewhere between his cock and brain.\n\n\tHe put an awkward hand on her shoulder but followed it up quickly by placing his own body against hers. “You know,” he got close to her ear, becoming suddenly aware of how hot his own cheeks were burning now, wondering if she could tell. “You say all that… but I can’t help but wonder.”\n\n\t“Wonder about what?” She squirmed a bit as he pressed his throbbing member against a bottom that had never before looked or felt quite as inviting.\n\n\t“I wonder how wet those panties would be right now if you hadn’t leaked.” He paused for a moment, to let it set in. “…I wonder, would they have gotten so wet I’d have felt it on your leggings?”\n\n\t“I don’t know about that.” Her voice was a cross between amusement and shyness.\n\n\t“But they’d be wet, I bet.”\n\n\tShe rolled her eyes, a mixture of her resistance to him fading and the ecstasy of his cock pressing against her bottom making waves of pleasure resound through her body. “Maybe a little.”\n\n\tHe blew a narrow jet of ticklish air into her ear. “Just a bit?”\n\n\tShe inhaled deeply and squirmed as his paws grabbed and rubbed at her thighs. “…Okay, maybe a’lotta bit.” The words tumbled out of her mouth in one rapid breath.\n\n\t“Definitely a’lotta bit. I bet I’d see the spot if I took you back behind that stage and peeled you out of those leggings.”\n\n\tShe swallowed. “Y-Yeah, you might. You might see something.”\n\n\t“I bet the spot would be pretty big, too.” Nick went on, manhandling her the whole time. “Maybe even bigger than usual.”\n\n\t“It’s possible.” She said hurriedly.\n\n\t“And the only reason for that….” He let a hand slide over to the front of her thighs, sliding up beneath the dress. “The only reason for that would be you actually really enjoyed this. I bet there’s little bit of cum passing over your lips right now.”\n\n\tShe swallowed and grimaced. “Okay, I admit that I… may have enjoyed this a bit. Maybe a lot. But, Nick, I’m sorry to interrupt, but… we….” She paused, her expression strained and conflicted. “Nick, we gotta go.”\n\n\t“Oh?”\n\n\t“To the bathroom. I need to piss, like, I need to piss right now.” Slowly, a look of urgency took over her patient expression of strain as lukewarm panties grew hot and what was actually happening began to set in. “We gotta go, Nick. I’m leaking. We gotta hurry!”\n\n\n\n--\n\n\n\nJudy led the way out of the crowd with quick steps and one hand flagrantly buried between her legs, again with little concern for who saw.\n\n\t[i]I guess when you’re peeing on yourself your last concern is who sees your need.[/i] \n\n\tShe had grasped Nick’s hand and was now dragging him forward, like a desperate mother carting along a kid who just didn’t understand the severity of the situation. They’d gotten free of most of the crowd quickly, since their adolescent-shenanigans had distracted them from moving closer to the stage. It wasn’t long until Nick could see distant porta-potties, and, much to his shock and disappointment, completely devoid of lines. \n\n\tOnly the initial moment was devastating. After all, she’d essentially pissed her pants in what was an extremely public setting (even though she’d somehow gotten away with it,) and there was still no guarantee she’d get her bare butt over that toilet seat before the rest of the pee flowed –in that regard, history was on his side. But since she was wearing both a dress and black leggings, he couldn’t see if she’d been leaking over the course of her hurried walk – which no longer even had the aesthetic advantage of a hand in the crotch. He couldn’t really [i]complain, [/i]per se, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. He’d been completely sure her accident would have been… more significant, and at the very least impossible to hide – at least from [i]literally everyone.\n\n…I really am being a baby. [/i]He thought. [i]She just pissed on my hand. On my [b]hand. [/b]And even more than that, it was… an accident. She’d really lost it there. The way she was pressing down. Judy isn’t the strongest animal in Zootopia, but there was… a little aggression. The sort that forgot my hands were caught in the crossfire.\n\n\tOr maybe she didn’t forget. Maybe my hands being right there is what made her so forceful in the first place. [/i]His lips curled into an imperceptible smile. [i]She really pissed on my hand. She pissed [b]herself [/b]on my hand….\n\n\t[/i]It wasn’t until they were nearly stopped that Nick not only noticed, but actually believed she was slowing down. From the moment her hand had left her crotch on their desperate trek, he’d thought he could feel their steps growing slower and shorter. Her fervent powerwalk turned to quick, normal walk, and then to a regular one. Soon she was creeping to a stop, but with no indication of the defeat he’d had his eyes tuned toward catching.\n\n\t[i]She doesn’t look like she pissed herself at all, she actually looks… huh, she actually looks kind of confused.\n\n\t[/i]As if hearing and responding to his thoughts, Judy came to a complete stop, and, while still holding onto his paw (though no longer hard,) she turned to look at him. “I… still have to pee. But I leaked a little – well, no, I leaked a lot – but, um, I guess it kinda went away. I’m not leaking anymore.”\n\n\t“I… see.” Nick replied, equally confused. “How much did you leak?”\n\n\t“It felt like a lot. Like, I could feel it get my thighs warm again, but I don’t know if it got my leggings much wetter. I think some ran around the back of my legs, though.”\n\n\t“Did you still want to pee? I suppose technically that… kind of counts?”\n\n\tHer expression was difficult to read. It seemed frustrated, but not with him. It was also crossed with a sort of determination. “No.”\n\n\tNick’s eyebrows rose a bit.\n\n\t“I mean, no, I do still have to pee and all, but… I won’t go. I know this isn’t… [i]exactly[/i] what you had in mind, but I… I agreed with not going unless I was leaking, and since I technically… stopped leaking, I’m gonna try to hold it a little longer. Even though it’s pretty bad and I think its gonna get worse soon.”\n\n\t“So… you’re still going to hold it? Even after what happened back at the stage?”\n\nShe swallowed and seemed to take a moment to ask herself the same question. “Yes. That’s what I agreed to do, and I know how much this means to you.”\n\n“Wow, Carrots. That’s really thoughtful.”\n\n“…You don’t have to sound so surprised.”\n\n“It’s more than that, though.” Nick cocked an eyebrow and put a contemplative hand on his chin. “It’s unusual for you. You know, to… take a risk like this.”\n\n“Well, I’m going to make a run for it if I feel like I’m about to go…. And anyway, I plan on having you pay me back in full. With the thing. Tonight.”\n\n“Ah!” Nick said, pointing at that uniquely Judy expression of subdued, feminine victory. “I knew there was a catch. Should have assumed it would be [i]that.[/i]”[i]\n\n[/i]“Yes, but if you’re not interested, I [i]guess [/i]I could go pee now.” \n\nNick ignored the mock question, not even able to humor something so absurd. “How much longer do you think you can make it?”\n\n\t“I’m not sure. It’s kinda hard to hold back now. I feel like I could leak really easily.”\n\n“Hon, I hate to be the owl at the top of the lighthouse, but last time I smacked your butt when you weren’t expecting it you leaked so bad you had to change.”\n\nJudy frowned. “[i]No, [/i]she droned. “That was… second to last time. I didn’t leak the last time. And what I [i]meant [/i]was I could leak easier than usual…. Not that I leak all that easily. Other people leak when they get startled too. It’s perfectly normal.”\n\n“Yes, maybe, but I [i]vaguely [/i]remember the words ‘my panties overflowed’ and you ended up coming out with different pants too.” He teased. “That’s a lot of pee for a love tap.”\n\n“It was more than just a love tap!” She forced her voice down toward the end to keep from attracting attention. “And… I’d been holding it for a while already. So [i]obviously [/i]a little more than usual came out. But this is different. I feel like its on edge, and if I get another… wave like earlier, then I really don’t think I’ll be able to stop it.” At some point –likely through Nick’s inadvertent desire to remove her from the range of the porta potties—they’d began to drift slowly back to the stage, but now Judy stopped again and seemed to contemplate something. “…How about we don’t go back in the crowd? Maybe we could do something else for now. Maybe walk around?”\n\n“Sure, we can do that. But what’s the matter? Worried about something?”\n\n“No,” Judy rolled her eyes. “Not at all. What could I possibly be worried about?”\n\n“[i]No [/i]idea.” Nick smacked her on the butt. \n\nShe jumped. “Idiot! I just told you I can feel it on the edge!” Her voice came out like a harsh, loud whisper.\n\n“Did you leak?”\n\nShe looked back at him for a moment, blankly, then she looked down at his chest absently. “I’m… not sure. I can’t really tell.”\n\nA chill traveled up Nick’s spine. He couldn’t pinpoint why this specifically had been so hot, but it was enough to make his heart race, even through the accrued tolerance of everything he’d heard and seen that day.\n\n“I did almost piss myself, though.”\n\n“Oh? Should I do it again?”\n\n“Do it again and I swear I’ll go pee right now.”\n\n“Any chances you’ll go pee right there…?” He pressed, voice playful.\n\nShe did not deign to respond this time. “Anyway, where should we go?”\n\nNick scanned the park. Besides the stage, there was only an area with some kiosks for food, drinks, and some merchandise for the band, and an area of open park surrounded by trees where a few people were scattered throughout, as if the band were a nuisance and they’d simply come for the frisbee space.\n\n\t“Want to grab something to drink?” Nick almost laughed. “Not to like, you know, make you piss yourself. I don’t think you need another drink for that one, Carrots.” She didn’t seem particularly amused by his joke, but that was the reaction he was aiming for. “I meant just for something to do.”\n\n\t“Sure. We can do that. I’ll pass on the drink, though. “\n\n\tNick led the way back, heading toward the nearest drink kiosk. He wasn’t sure what to make of these new developments, but now that the excitement had calmed down a bit, his sexual arousal had gained a new sort of clarity and potency. He’d abandoned any specific ideas of what was to come – instead he was going to enjoy each moment and make as many more great memories as he could.\n\n\t“Mmm,” Judy whined. “It’s getting worse.”\n\n\tIn fact, he felt relieved with this new take on things. There were no more considerations or plans, but an almost child-like eagerness to embrace whatever may come. And considering he had good music, a beautiful girlfriend, [i]and [/i]a beautiful girlfriend who had to pee and was technically walking with him with her secretly peed-in pants and panties, there weren’t many complaints he could make.\n\n\t“O-Oh….” Judy mumbled. “I shoulda gone….”\n\n\tHow could he complain? Even if nothing of significance happened from this point on, the day would end amazingly. He’d had a lot of phenomenal experiences with her, a lot of which were the rare and cherished piss related ones; all thanks to Judy and that natural naïve silliness that she carried with her that made her charming and impossible to reject in any situation.\n\n\t[i]This time, though…. [/i]Nick’s lower body stirred a bit at the very thought. [i]She actually pissed on my hand. Through her pants. On accident. In the middle of a crowd…. You can’t plan that kind of thing. And Carrots is the only animal in Zootopia who-\n\n\t[/i]“Wow, it is so bad.”\n\n\tThey arrived at the kiosk, which turned out to have a bar-like set up. Nick turned to look at her while waiting for an unusually chatty sugar-glider to stop talking to the vendor. Judy was standing with her thighs together and her legs split a tiny bit at the knees. Nick looked her tight, damp body up and down. Her stance seemed surprisingly… obvious, considering how many people were near them.\n\n\t“What’s wrong, Carrots?” He lowered his voice. “You regretting not going when you had the chance?”\n\n\tShe returned a nervous smile. “A little. Just try to be quick. We might need to… uh, go. – Like, soon.”\n\n\t“You gotta go that badly already? It seemed like you let out enough earlier to last you awhile.”\n\n\tShe seemed to blush a little deeper, but it was hard to tell on a face already so warm. “It’s [i]really [/i]bad. Like it has not stopped getting worse since we started heading here.”\n\n\tThe sugar-glider finally went on his – or her – way.\n\n\t“Well, try not to wet yourself while I’m getting my drink. If it gets too bad, we’ll head in that direction after.”\n\n\tShe bit her lip and gave him a tentative nod. Nick turned away, acting as though the unexpected display of vulnerability and lack of confidence had not nearly made him cum. He’d mostly given up on the idea of a formal ‘accident,’ but he might yet catch a few leaks before she made it to the toilet.\n\n\t[i]It’s not quite the public accident I was imagining, but if she leaks enough, she isn’t going to want to wear the-\n\n\t[/i]“What can I get for ya?” A petite, doe-eyed feline bounded up to him. Had Judy not been there, he’d have flirted with her, and had she not been in his life… well, he would have [i]really [/i]flirted with her then.\n\n\t[i]But those days are all in the past. [/i]Normally, that had been an anxious thought, the sort that appeared with those vague notions of marriage. Lately, though, he’d felt particularly [i]comfortable [/i]with Judy, a unique sort of contentedness he’d never felt before.\n\n\t“Nick….”\n\n\t“Hmm,” Nick put a thoughtful paw to his snout. “Let me get a… I’ll do a Foxy Lady.”\n\n\tShe gave him an inquisitive look. “What was that?”\n\n\t“Oh, sorry. I forgot that’s totally a dad drink these days.” He very nearly saddled up to the makeshift bar before realizing Judy was right behind him. “It’s gin and tonic. With lemon juice and syrup.”\n\n\t“Oh! Oh, um, I’m sorry, but we actually don’t serve liquor here. We have beer, though!”\n\n\t“No liquor?” Nick hemmed again and put a hand on his hip. “Nothing in the back? No hidden stash? I mean, surely, you guys have some private stock or something on hand. You know, employees only kind of stuff?”\n\n\t“Nick.”\n\n\tThe cute feline laughed a bit. It was an awkward laugh; the insecure ‘I’m trying to keep up and don’t want to look like an idiot’ sort of laugh that Nick was best at eliciting. “Um, no, no. Nothing like that. We can’t drink on the job – but I wish we could!” She gave a short laugh and started speaking again as soon as she could, as if her greatest fear were a moment of silence with a stranger. “So did you want a beer? A lot of people have been ordering this seasonal stuff. I haven’t tried it, but it’s really good.”\n\n\t“You talking about that Quackstar stuff?”\n\n\t“Yeah! That’s it!”\n\n\t“[i]Nick. Hurry!’ [/i]Judy tugged on his shirt this time, her voice fervent.\n\n\t“Oh, sorry, hon.” He turned back toward the feline. “I’ll just take Diamond Dog. Any one that you have.”\n\n\t“Oh, um…” She gave him a strangely sheepish smile for a feline. “We actually don’t have that either.”\n\n\tNick cocked a brow. “You don’t have Diamond Dog? That’s a pretty popular brand.”\n\n\t“Oh, well, um, we ran out. Just a little while ago, actually. I guess we didn’t buy enough.”\n\n\t“Hmm.” Nick hemmed again. “Okay, I guess in that case-“\n\n\t“I’m peeing!” \n\n\tIt wasn’t so much that she’d yelled it. It was more that she’d said it with some emphasis, a bit of [i]oompf, [/i]and that had given it enough volume to slice through the moderate noise in the kiosk. Several people turned to face her.\n\n\tNick turned toward her as well, his eyes wide. She stood there, eyes twice as wide as his, both hands buried between her legs. This time, however, with the foresight found in feeling her urge rise up and overwhelm her, in knowing that she was, at the very least, about to let out a significant amount of liquid into her already wet underwear, she stood there with her dress lifted in a strangely bold and arousing way. Her legs were in the same position as before, parted at the knee, but far more exaggerated now, with feet further askew and thighs pressing together so tightly that her petite, spandex-covered frame shook. \n\n\tNick opened his mouth to speak but Judy grabbed his hand and started powerwalking away with the intensity of earlier when they’d fled the stage area, but now in a seemingly random direction that offered little benefit in respect to her… situation, though there did seem to be a few less onlookers, if nothing else. To Nick, however, it seemed a bit late for that.\n\n\tThe moment she’d turned around to lead him, there’d been the sound of piss splashing on the ground from where it had cascaded off the back of her thigh. She’d[i] [/i]peed and everybody there saw it happen. Had they somehow missed the sight of golden liquid running off the back of a young bunny’s leggings as she stood in a kiosk exclaiming aloud her current lack of bladder control and then the sound of it splattering in the grass below, a few steps later more golden liquid twinkled in the light, passing down between her legs and splatting below as it flowed out at what Nick considered a medium speed, similarly to how one would pee normally if they were sitting on a toilet after a short wait – except this was through panties and leggings and was in public with people hanging about watching it all go down, seeing all the same things Nick was.\n\n\tThat second, long loss of control halted after a few moments, but ended up starting and stopping in smaller iterations several times more. Nick heard the piss burst out of her, presumably for every jet of warm, involuntary shame that her pussy lost, either the moment it surged into her panties, or as her panties shifted during a step while mid-pee. Not only were the sounds surprisingly recognizable, the step-leaks changed sounds as she moved. Sometimes a gargling-like [i]shrrr [/i]and other times more of a sharp, hissing [i]hrshhhh.\n\n[/i]\tShe eventually managed to get control over her leaks, at least the visible –and audible-- releases, but anybody with any sort of keen eye could see how her leggings shimmered in the sun. The aftermath of her accident turned out to be far more obvious than either of them had predicted, since neither of them had had the foresight to imagine the influence of direct, afternoon sunlight on the sodden, sporty material. \n\nEven after having regained control over most of her involuntary spurting, she continued to walk with fervency and destination. After a bit, she started to look around rapidly for something.\n\n“Judy, what are you-“\n\n“-Hurry!” She began powerwalking again, tugging him forward every step of the way. “I’m gonna piss myself.”\n\n“You already have.” Nick said with a hint of humor.\n\n“All of it.”\n\nHer reply confused him at first, but after a few moments it cut through the fog and clicked into place.\n\n[i]She’s gonna completely lose it. She’s still technically holding it and she’s about to lose all control.\n\nWow. \n\n[/i]Nick couldn’t help but lick at his own dry ass lips. Not out of desire, but because the sheer erotic tension of it all had dried them out. No words came to him in regards to this unique, heart-thumping feeling. It was as much as a fear and an anxiety as it was a pleasure and treat. It was confusing, disorientating, and it made his face feel [i]hot.\n\n[/i]“Shit!”\n\nThere were several steps where nothing happened. She’d looked down for a moment after speaking, but back up a moment later, walking the same speed and direction the whole time. Then suddenly she stopped, almost causing Nick to plow directly into her – not that he would have minded.\n\nShe crossed both legs tight, so tight that the hand she’d originally been using now sprung to the apex and attempted to slip in to help the other hand hold back the flood, fingers only just managing to gain access to the thigh-smothered crevice. Her whole body flinched, and then flinched again. She’d been staring downward, but her head snapped up.\n\nThere was the sound of piss splattering in the grass below, and then, immediately after, a hiss which did not build up in volume, but seemed to simply come into a full and thoroughly audible existence the moment her pee stream had formed enough pressure with the cotton strip between her legs. Nick looked down and saw it: piss saturating the black material of the leggings and rolling off in various rivulets straight to the ground.\n\nJudy unwound herself and darted forward. It was at that moment that Nick realized where she’d been heading. In front of them was a small opening in the woods bordering the edge of the park. It was off the side of a trail, so it wasn’t completely isolated, but the opening turned into a small cove that was surprisingly wide and clear of debris, and even somewhat concealed from the outside world by virtue of the bushes. He followed her into the opening, listening closely as piss splattered loudly in the dirt and leaves, and as the sound of her hiss changed in odd, unpredictable ways that sometimes coincided with her steps and at other times did not. \n\nWhen she got into the clearing, she spread her legs and lifted her dress. Nick became suddenly aware that hitherto the hissing had only seemed loud because of his acute focus and interest, but now it was almost as loud as the piss-on-piss splatter happening in the rapidly growing pond at her feet. In a way, the sounds blended together, almost indistinguishable in their entrancing unity.\n\nWith her dress pulled up, Nick could see the indigo-tinted fur of Judy’s back, bits peeking out near the equator of her tail’s base from where the hem of her leggings terminated. Visible just a bit to side, toward the top of her butt cheek, was a brief sliver of panty, the pale blue with hint of dark blue fish contrasting hard against the juxtaposed black of the pants. He wondered how the panties hidden below looked, wet and clinging, overflowing and giving way to the piss likely [i]shooting[/i] out of her. \n\nWetness crept up her butt and widened what had already been a liberally long wet patch along the backs of her legs. Some piss fell straight to the ground from her crotch, mostly droplets, while a good portion of it slid a few inches down her damp, shimmering thighs and cascaded off in a thick, whitish-yellow stream. The rest continued down her legs, creeping warmly down every inch, a small stream trickling outward from the side of her calf, but the rest continuing down onto her toes and into the puddle beneath.\n\nNick watched with bated breath, his lower body flexing hard against his boxer-briefs. The hiss started to fade, but she continued pissing. Even when she shifted and the large, shrinking stream launching from her thigh ceased, the urine could be seen by the now hyper-obvious twinkle of liquid traveling through the athletic material. \n\nNick moved around her to the front. Her eyes were nearly closed and her lips were parted in ecstasy. He examined her body with wide eyes, face equally as red. The wet spot on the front wasn’t as wide or consistent as the one on the back of the leggings, but at the mid-thigh there was an asymmetrical part where piss had presumably rushed forward through her leggings and gone so far as to drip down the very front part of thighs, and it seemed to be the widest splotch on her pants yet. However, it rapidly narrowed out and then again opened up a bit for different parts. Most of the piss had been directed backwards by the panties, the leggings, the shape of her legs, and to some degree the way her privates were positioned, but such a flood could not possibly be completely redirected, and all the pissing and walking had damaged the front of the pants quite a lot.\n\n“Oh God…” Judy moaned. \n\n“Feel better?”\n\n“I feel… so much better. It just feels…. Thank God.”\n\nNick smiled. “I’ve never been more turned on by anything in my life.”\n\n“You better be.” She said, opening her eyes a bit wider. “Can’t believe I pissed myself in public like that. Even after losing so much, I still couldn’t make it all the way over here before exploding.”\n\nNick swallowed, feeling almost dizzy from arousal. “Yeah. The way you kinda called it out….”\n\n“[i]Well,” [/i]she said a bit tightly. “You weren’t paying attention to me and I started peeing before I could get you to move.”\n\n“Sorry,” he laughed. “I was halfway lost in thought while trying to order that drink.”\n\n“Seemed more like you were lost in flirting.” She paused and looked down at her leggings. “But it doesn’t matter. I… really made a mess.”\n\n“I can see that. Luckily we’re in the grass.”\n\n“I’m still peeing.”\n\nNick laughed again. “What?”\n\nYeah, I don’t know if you can see it, but I can definitely feel it. It’s running down my legs.”\n\n“Wow….” Nick said, swallowing again. “Yeah, I can kinda see it.”\n\n“Good.” She paused again and sighed. “Thank God. I feel [i]so[/i] much better now… but… that was so embarrassing.”\n\n“It was embarrassing, but… somehow I don’t think you mind much.”\n\nA brief silence hung between them. Nick continued:\n\n“…I wonder how wet you’d be right now if your clothes weren’t already soaked from piss.”\n\n“I’d be a little wet.” She answered back. “Maybe a lot a wet.”\n\n“I bet I’d feel it on your leggings for sure now. Did you manage to not orgasm while all this was happening?”\n\nShe didn’t respond to him.\n\n“Judy? You didn’t… actually orgasm, did you?” He crooked an eyebrow and forced himself to hide his amusement at the absurdity of it.\n\nShe paused for a few moments longer and then spoke. “No. I didn’t orgasm.” The tension in the air seemed to release, but she began speaking again a moment later. “I… may have come close, though.”\n\nNick’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Is that so? And how close is close? If I… may be so bold?”\n\n\t “Well… if I’d touched myself any harder than I already was, I would have for sure. Actually, I almost accidentally did when I was walking cause I kinda pushed in a little further than I meant to. Though, if it wouldn’t have definitely caused me to completely lose control, I woulda done it.”\n\n\t“Christ…” He murmured, almost laughing. “So it’s safe to say you’re pretty horny then?”\n\n\t“Doesn’t matter if I’m horny. I’m doing all this for you, not for me.”\n\n\t“But… are you horny?”\n\n\tShe looked up into his eyes. “Maybe a little…. Are you horny?”\n\n\tNick’s own eyes looked back, gaze tightening. “Judy. It’s like I said: …I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.” He grabbed his own member. “Okay, now get naked.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Hmm… Let’s try the purple ones. With the black lace at the ends.”

Judy Hopps obliged, hooking the ends of her current panties by the thumbs and sliding them down. Nick watched her form as it turned sideways, small breasts and perky nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her fur-tight polyester shirt. The bump of her butt stuck out bold and purple, contrasting aesthetically with the pale-colored backdrop of their bedroom wall.

“These?” She lifted up a pair of panties somewhere between standard bikini and thong, lavender with an intricate lining of black lace traveling around the two bottom openings. Nick nodded and Judy put them on with sensual deliberateness.

\tNick’s eyes moved with the panties as both of her feet slipped inside the narrow openings and then as they traveled up past her knees and finally as they tightened and expanded and hugged the most tantalizing parts of her thighs. The bottom part of the panties flattened out against her privates, though to Nick’s experienced eyes, there was the slightest protrusion from where the thin, bushy fur which covered her womanhood made the panties round-out the slightest bit.

\t“Turn around.”

\tJudy did so, looking back and sticking her butt out. One side of the panties slid up her butt cheek a bit, leaving them tastefully askew. When Judy tried to look down at her own bottom, she went on her toes to help make her rear pop-out a bit further. When she came down, her cheeks jiggled.

\t“What about those?” He asked, eyes shifting from her to the narrow piece of cloth sitting on top of the dresser.

\t“I already told you. I won’t wear a thong.”

\t“That’s not a thong. You see? Half your butt is covered.”

\t“Yes, but they’re too skimpy. The pee will flow right out.”

\tNick’s voice caught for a second as that familiar rush of anxious, dopy pleasure made his flesh prickle beneath his fur. “I wasn’t aware you planned on peeing in them.”

\t“I don’t,” Judy replied with feigned exasperation, “but… you did say if I couldn’t hold it I wasn’t allowed to go until I started leaking, right?”

\t“Uh huh,” Nick replied, his heart pumping a bit faster at the very thought.

\t“Well, I’d like to make it through the whole show, but if I can’t, then I want as much protection as possible.”

\tNick took a moment of silence, to really savor his position.

\t“So which pair should I try on next? I can put on a thong for you, but I won’t wear it tomorrow.”

\t“That’s alright. Let’s try… oh,” the corners of Nick’s lips curled up a bit. “How about the daddy panties?”

\tJudy’s lips curled down. “Don’t even mention the daddy panties.”

\t“Why not?” Nick feigned confusion. “They’re just… a normal pair of panties, aren’t they?”

\tHer eyes narrowed.

\t“I mean, they have that super sexy phrase written across the bottom, so it definitely can’t be that….”

\tNow her eyes rolled. “You know why I won’t wear them –and do not say it.”

\tThe corners of Nick’s mouth curled upward. “…Pee.”

\t“Shuuuuut uuuuuuup.” She droned with a cute, faux foot stomp.

\t“Oooh…” Nick paused for a contemplative chin scratch. “Now I remember. It’s because of the yellow stain you left the last time we saw your par-

\tHe was interrupted by the collision of the last pair of panties Judy had worn with his snout. He gingerly lifted them off his face and shifted his gaze to her.

\t“You know throwing your worn panties at my face only encourages me.”

\t“I do.” She replied, looking back at him with an unassuming expression. As Nick cocked a curious eyebrow, she approached him. She crawled onto the bed and moved past his feet, encouraging him to push them together. She sat down on his lap and looked down.

\tNick looked up, his eyes struggling to remain in contact with hers. As pleasant as it was to look upon those hungry eyes and that nervous smile peeking through her airs of sexual dominance, the overt appeal of perky nipples taut against the silky fabric of her shirt and the squishy expanse of flesh and fur that comprised her exposed mid-riff –for this particular shirt was not long enough to reach her hips—proved formidable agents in competition for his undivided attention.

\t“You look really sexy right now.” He put his hands on her hips. They were a bit wide for her body, but fit perfectly against the contours of his palms.

“I know,” she said, sticking her chest out. “I can feel proof of it poking me.”

\t“Oh? Where are you being poked?”

\tShe gyrated her hips as if in response. “You know where.”

\t“Oh…?” Nick smiled softly as his own kindled body heat mingled with Judy’s. “I do?”

\t“Uh huh,” she leaned in close, her panties sliding against his boxer-briefs the whole way. “Between the legs,” she whispered.

\t“Mmm.” Nick’s lower body pushed against hers and his hands pulled her down, pushing her covered lower parts into his own. Both of their underwear grew a bit damper as he extended his head forward and kissed her on the cheek.

\tNick’s hand traveled from hip to cheek and his kiss traveled from cheek to lips. Their tongues met and Judy’s bottom half grinded into him, sending waves of pleasure up both of their serpentining spines.

After several moments of this, Nick slipped free from the kiss and Judy sat up, her tits even perkier than before. “I’ve decided which pair of panties I want you to pee in tomorrow.”

“And what makes you so confident I’m going to pee in them?”

“I don’t know. I can just tell; you’re gonna have an accident before the concert is even finished.”

She rolled her eyes, and, despite her already reddened cheeks, she blushed a shade deeper. “I sure hope not. It would be so embarrassing to have an accident in front of all those people…. Anyway, which pair do you want? And do not say the daddy panties.”

Nick smiled. “I think they’ve been through enough.” She didn’t respond to his teasing this time, so he continued. “I want the blue pair, with the fish on them.”

“The cute ones?” She ran a single finger through the extra silky tuft of fur on his chest. A smile crawled on her lips. “I kinda had a feeling you’d pick those.”

“Oh?”

“Mmhm. Are you sure they’ll show, though? If I leak, I mean.”

“Yeah, they’ll show. But… you could always go pee in them now to test it.”

She smiled back, her eyes on his chest. She looked up. “I would, but then they won’t be clean for tomorrow.”

He chuckled. “True.”

They sat in silence for a few moments when Nick reached up and grabbed her side. He placed a thumb on her protruding nipple. His eyes slid down her body and his hand followed close behind. “Heh, looks like you already wet this pair.”

“Maybe a little. It’s hard not to when I can feel you pressing against me like that.”

“Yeah?” He pushed his thighs up, lifting her body along with it. She bit her bottom lip. “Might feel better if we got these clothes out of the way.”

“Yeah,” she nearly whispered. “It might.”

Right as it seemed Operation: Have Sex with Judy was going to go off without a hitch, she seemed to almost snap out of her panty-wetting reverie. “I thought you said you wanted to wait. To take a… day off. You know, so tomorrow is that much more memorable?” She leaned in and smiled. “I believe you said something about how you were pretty sure I’d enjoy it so much that I’d go over the edge and have an orgasm.”

“Do you remember what I’d say would happen after the orgasm?”

She looked off to the side in embarrassment and then back at him. “I do.”

“What was it?” He pressed.

“That I wouldn’t be able to hold it.”

“…Wouldn’t be able to hold what?”

“My pee,” she whined playfully, collapsing onto his chest.

“And what does that entail?” he asked, a smile encroaching on his lips.

She forced her arms under her and used them to lift herself up to eye level with him. She had a dull frown, but her cheeks radiated heat, from embarrassment and from arousal. “It entails some very wet pants and panties, and a very wet Judy.” Before he could respond, she put a finger against his lips to shush him. “Because it means I would have peed in my pants.”

\tShe slowly removed her finger and kissed him on the lips. “Let’s get some sleep. The sooner we get up, the sooner we’ll be able to cum.”

\tHe smiled back at her, impressed as he always was by the brashness of her late-night pillow-talk.



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\tNick slid up behind her. His hands gently gripped her hips and his genitals pressed against her bottom, their flesh and fur separated by what simultaneously felt like a few thin layers of cloth and an infinite wall of clothing. He slid his hands up her slender body, tickling her armpits for a moment, his member stiffening as she squirmed against the motions of his embrace.

\t“Nick…” She whined. “Stop. I’m trying to get ready.”

\t“Going with the dress I see.” He continued his physical caress as he spoke, tone teasing.

\t“Uh huh.”

\t“For obvious reason?”

\tShe half-rolled her eyes and half-looked up at him as she brought her head back. “Yep. I’m wearing the leggings too, though.”

\t“Uh huh,” Nick parroted back. “That way you can’t get away with anything. –Though, it is a shame they’re black….”

\t“Nick, if I piss my pants -- and I am saying if, like in the off-chance that I piss my pants – I don’t think moisture running down my legs will go unnoticed, even if my pants are black. “

\tNick swallowed and pressed himself against her a bit tighter. “Mmm, I suppose that’s true.” He bit her ear lobe. “We’ll have the backpack anyway. Not like you’ll be wearing your wet pants long…. After you piss in them, I mean; as in later today; when it happens.”

\tShe rubbed her butt against him and looked at him through the mirror, a pleased smile on her lips. “I sure hope not. That would be so embarrassing.”

\t“Especially in front of all those people,” he teased.

“No….” She whined back playfully.

 “Free shows like this draw out lots of people, too. Of all ages.” He trailed kisses down her neck until he was on her exposed shoulder. His hands slid forward to grab the fronts of her soft thighs, his fingers rubbing her fur through the silky nylon-spandex blend of the leggings. One hand moved between her legs and began to slide up until it connected with warmth.

“Nick,” she said, squirming. “You’re gonna make me wet my panties.”

\t“And before we even get to the show.” He pressed into her, eliciting a small moan from her now parted lips.

\t“Maybe….” She said under her breath.

\t“But you’re right.” He said, slowly disconnecting and pulling away from her. “We don’t want to be late, either.”

\tShe turned to look at him briefly, her eyelids heavy and her cheeks burning with the heat of arousal, then she walked away to finish getting ready.

\tNick left their bedroom and waited in the living room. He made sure he had everything he needed in the backpack – food, a bag for any possibly wet clothing, and large bottle of water.

\t“As well as a bottle of coffee for good measure.” He thought. “Le coup de grâce.”

\tSeveral minutes later, Judy emerged from the room.

\t“Ready to go?” He asked.

\t“Yeah, just gotta pee real quick.”

\t“Oh? Not going to hold it? What’s wrong?” He teased. “Worried you make it home if you don’t pee now?”

\t“I won’t make it there if I don’t pee now.”

\tNick’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “That bad?”

\t“Well, I’ve been holding it all morning and I’ve had to go for over an hour now. So yes, it’s that bad.”

\t“Guess you weren’t kidding when you said I was about to make you wet your panties.”

\t“Not at all.” She moved toward the bathroom. “It’s a good thing you didn’t press on my bladder while we were standing there. I might’ve leaked.”

\t“R-Really? I don’t suppose that would still work, would it?”

\t“Nope. Missed your chance. I’d see it coming now and brace for it.” The bathroom door closed behind her. Nick eyed the door with shock and then mild vexation, but he fell back against the wall a moment later with an amused smile.

“Qui court deux lievres a la fois, n’en prend aucun….” He said under his breath.

If that’s as long as she can hold a single glass of water, he thought with a swallow, there’s no way she’ll be able to hold it until the end of the concert. His lower body tingled pleasantly from even the thought of the possibility. It was by no means the first time he’d be seeing Carrots have an accident –but this one promised to be unique.

\tThere’d been numerous events where she’d come home from work or from a night out drinking with her thighs grinding and feet going up and down with every belabored second. Many of those times she’d started to piss her panties before getting to the toilet. Often it culminated in little more than a few sporadic, precursory droplets or a shameful line of spots specking where her premature pee stream had collided with the rear-end of her underwear, sometimes not even requiring a change of clothes if a particularly dark pair; a handful of times, however, it had been worse than that, and a few times she’d even left a visible mark on her pants or uniform.

\t…There was that time at the DMV, and that other time when we had to stop at the gas station – that time where she’d left some droplets on the back of her panties because she lost control a split second too soon. That was one of the first times…. Nick could still remember those panties, unusually light for blue panties, with dark blue hearts lining the waistband at the top. One of this favorite pairs.

\tThis could be different, though. Even if she does run for the bathroom the moment she starts leaking, there is a chance she might lose control for a few seconds. And that’s all it would take….

Usually her close-calls and beyond happened in private, or at least they apexed where no one other than Nick would see her shame. There had been exceptions to this, like major pee dances, some indecent (and very embarrassing,) last-second crotch grabs, many leaks of varying degrees stemming from varying causes, and even a few marches de la honte, or ‘walks of shame;’ but Nick had bore witness to only one exception that involved her actively losing control in front of anyone other than himself.

The daddy panties… He reminisced. I can still remember the way she was sitting when it happened. One hand covering her mouth, the other right between her legs, like maybe she’d be able to stop it if she pressed down hard enough, or maybe like she was trying to cover it up -- as if her hand could cover such a soaker. He could still remember the sound of piss splattering on the floor below her, clearly audible over the sound of the hysterical laughing which had caused it.

I wonder if I’ll get to see that again, he thought with a swallow. Or maybe something better….

\tImages flashed through his mind of Judy bent over in the middle of a plaza, surrounded by parents dragging along bored kids, curious teenagers looking for something to capture their attention, and unassuming merchandise vendors all sneaking glances at the crooked-over bunny who seemed to be beyond shame. He could see the bulk of them glancing over just in time to catch that initial foreboding burst of warm, yellow shame, enough squirting out to cascade off her thigh to the instantly saturated cement below.

\tThe sight of bare thighs barely covered by her short, pale red dress; purple fur reaching from her tense, tapping foot to the damp regions covered by her dress, which only left the barest bit to the imagination. A moment of bending over or a casual gust of wind and Carrots would end up showing far more than she likely intended.

\tDoes she even realize how short that dress is? If she does piss herself, will she even be willing to go without her leggings in that thing? It barely covers her at all. It’s… a glorified shirt.

\tNick pondered this with a slight inkling of anxiety. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, something he always tried not to do when it involved making others piss their pants, but sometimes it proved impossible to stop, especially so when the potential pisser proved to be as sexually alluring as Judy Hopps.

\tWhen she emerged from the bathroom, they promptly left the apartment and headed for the bus. Nick handed Judy her water. She gave him a look and started sipping on it.

\t

--



\t“Hmm,” Judy put a hand on her belly. “I shouldn’t have drank that so fast.”

\tNick looked over at her bottle of water. It was halfway empty and by no means small. It was one made for runners with double the usual capacity.

\t“Already have to pee? We’re not even at the park yet, Carrots.” They’d just stepped off the bus. The park was in sight, but they had an entire concert to sit through, followed by another bus ride back. Nick could already picture it: her antsy body going from foot to foot, interspersed with nervous glances down at her taut leggings. Her worry would mount, until her nervous glances became panicked. She’d tell Nick it was ‘happening’ and they’d sprint to the toilets in full view, the hand between her legs, pressing down tightly to stop the dribbling piss, betraying their destination to everyone who saw.

\t“Not yet,” she said. “But I can feel it. It’s sloshing around inside of me.” She took another sip.

“Don’t worry about it.” His flesh tingled with eagerness as she continued hydrating despite her complaints. “The faster you drink it, the sooner you’ll wet yourself, and the sooner you wet yourself, the sooner you won’t have to worry about wetting yourself.”

“Very sound logic.” Her tone was flat, but he could tell she’d almost laughed. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t have any plans on wetting myself. I am determined to hold it until the end of this concert.”

Unfortunately for you, I’m pretty sure you’re going to start peeing before the band is even halfway done with its set. The only question is how many people will see the glimmer on that black fabric.

“I guess we’ll seeeee,” he poked her ticklish armpits and she shied away.

“Cut it out,” she said, blushing. “And no doing that when I’m about to burst. It’s one thing in the apartment, but there will be people here.”

“Of course, of course. We had a deal. Plus, I don’t think I’m going to need to tickle you anyway.”

“…You’re awfully confident,” she frowned playfully and poked his ribs.

He slapped her butt.

“Nick!” She flashed a look of shock at him, but it quickly faded into a mild, reprimanding look, one that showed just a bit of hidden pleasure.

“What? You don’t even have to pee yet.”

“That’s not what I meant. And, for your information, I do have to pee a little.”

Nick looked her up and down, her already impossibly sexy form seeming somehow even more sexy than a moment before. “Is that so…?”

“Yes. I can feel it a little now.”

Nick gave her his slyest look. “You should let a little out.”

“No!” She fired back. “We’re in public! …Plus, I thought you wanted me to hold it.” She took another drink of water.

“I do, but I highly doubt a few drops in your panties would hurt anything. I bet the fish would appreciate it.”

“Uh huh,” she gave him a flat look. “I’m sure the fish are who you’re thinking about.”

Nick’s lips curled into a teasing smile and his eyes narrowed a bit. “Being in public didn’t stop you from leaking the other night, now did it?”

She paused for a moment, taken aback. “I was drunk! That does not count…. Also, I had to pee really, really bad then.”

“True. You did have to pee really bad. What was it you said to me? Oh, now I remember…. ‘Oh, Nick!’” He mocked. “’I feel like I’m gonna burst! Ohhh, it’s so bad!’” Nick paused and then gasped. “’Oh, no. Nick, I just leaked a little. Oh my God, Nick, if this toilet is locked, I might actually pee in my pants. I’m actually gonna pee on myself!’”

“Shh!” She said, shushing him. “People can hear you.”

“What’s wrong, Carrots? You were drunk. People pee themselves all the time when they’re drunk.” Naturally, Nick’s voice did not lower at all. “Granted, they don’t lose it the moment they see a toilet almost every time they drink, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Could happen to anybody, honest.”

She blushed harder and lowered her head in shame. She bit her lip, though, and that’s how Nick knew for sure she was enjoying the humiliation.

“I bet that’s what you want to see today, isn’t it?” She asked, still blushing. “You wanna see me have an accident.”

Nick did not deign to answer. He merely shrugged.

“At this rate, you might just get what you want.” She glanced down at herself, at the point where her dress ended and fell off into black, body-tight spandex. “But I’m not making any promises. If I can, I’m gonna make it home and take the longest, most relieving pee of my life in that toilet. And then you’re gonna have to do the thing for me.”

He looked back at her, more aroused than he’d been all day (which was no small feat.) “Either way.” He said, unable to even fake his usual overconfidence. “You’ll have earned it.”

She gave a self-satisfied smile and turned away from him.

I wonder if she even knows how good she is at that.

Nick wasn’t even exactly sure what that was, but it was a phenomenon he’d only seen in a few choice people, mostly women.

And Judy is the best…. I’ll need to be careful with how much I teach her. He looked over at her, respectfully. She’s more cunning than she looks. Whether she knows it or not.

They approached the stage, but found a surprisingly dense wall of people in front of them, with a slow trickle of additional people filling in from behind.

“Huh. It’s only just setting in now, but it looks like they’re really the only band playing. Was half expecting some opening bands or something.”

“There weren’t any mentioned on the ad.” Judy answered.

“Yeah, but sometimes they’re chosen last minute, after ads and posters and stuff is already made. Usually like local acts.”

“And what makes you think they didn’t do that this time?”

“The drum set.” Nick pointed through the crowd to the stage. “That thing is thousands of dollars, and a lot of it is just for looks. No local band can afford something like that. Plus, all that other equipment is expensive too. And it looks like it’s all already set up. They’d at least push it to the back or something if other bands were coming up.”

Judy went from left to right, trying to exploit the gaps between people to piece together a complete picture from fragments.

He looked at her and smiled in that uniquely ‘Nick Wilde’ sort of way. “Need some help there, Carrots?”

Without waiting for a response, he slipped his hands underneath her armpits and lifted her up so she could see the elevated stage from his own height. She gasped and pressed her legs together –both actions not going unnoticed by Nick.

“Nick!” She hissed.

He set her down and she immediately slipped next him, head down and cheeks alight.\t

“Something wrong?” He asked, feigning innocence.

“Th-That’s embarrassing. Don’t do that.”

“You wanted to see, right?”

“Yes, but I didn’t want you to do that in front of everybody.” Her voice was low, but it pleased him to know that at least a few people near them likely overheard.

“Of course, of course…. Everything else alright?”

\tShe looked at him for a long moment, her legs still pressed tightly together. Finally, she looked away and reached for her phone. His own phone vibrated.



>I leaked



\tHe hesitated for several moments, unable to stop staring at her text. His face flushed a bit and he felt his lower body beginning to stir. He began to text her back.

 

>>Was it bad?

>I don’t think so

>It felt like it was only a little bit

> My panties prob soaked it all up but they feel wet now >.<



Nick took a moment to look up from his phone, heart pounding against his chest.

\tSometimes she just… has such a way with words.



>>Sorry. Didn’t mean to make you wet your panties.

>Uh huh suuuure

>>Happy for the fish, though. I’m sure they’re feeling better.

>I’m sure you’re very sorry :rolling-eyes:

>Lol wow yes I’m sure the fish feel very refreshed

>I bet you wish you could check on them



\tNick swallowed.



>>Maybe

>>I am fond of fish.

>>But above all, I’m generous.

>>Go ahead and pull your pants down Carrots and I’ll examine your panties for you.



\tShe stared at the text for several, long moments, and then replied with a curt ‘you wish’ before closing her phone. Having elicited that initial pause brought him a sort of primal pleasure, similar to when he watched her squirm to ward off an overfilled bladder.

\t“But… I see what you mean now.” She suddenly began. “It was big. Very big. Huge.”

\tNick looked at her in appall. He got a bit closer to her and half-whispered. “Judy! We’re in public! Don’t talk about it here! –That’s strictly for behind closed doors.”

\tShe exhaled out of her nose and gave him a flat look. “I meant the drumset.”

\tNick’s expression changed back to his normal one with a characteristically jarring speed. “It is, isn’t it? What’s crazy is half of it isn’t even really needed. It’s mostly for show.”

\t“He doesn’t play all of it?”

\t“Oh, no. He does.” Nick shrugged. “But… well, it’s a whole thing. You’ll see.”

\tA man walked out onto the stage clad in all black and carrying a guitar. One by one, he plugged in each instrument, turned on the appropriate and overpriced amplification, and then did an enormously loud soundcheck. Thankfully, however, there was only a single band, so most of the sound-checking had likely been done earlier.

\t“They should be coming on in just a few minutes.” When Nick looked over at Judy, he noticed her furthest thigh shifting in and out of view. It was a subtle enough sort of ‘pee dance’ that one wouldn’t notice lest they were looking right at her; though, unfortunately for her, it was quite impossible to mistake it otherwise if someone did happen to notice it.

\t“Thank god.” She said, forcing herself to stand still.

\tNick smiled. “Something the matter, Carrots?”

\tShe gave him a sideways look and reached for her phone.



>I have to pee

>>Oh yeah? Is it getting bad?

>The band hasn’t even start playing yet so

>Yeah

>It’s getting bad

>>Still feeling confident you’re gonna make it my purple beauty? <3

>Um

>Hopefully lol

>Kinda worried I’ll have to run for it ._.

>my golden god <3



\tNick took a moment to savor her wavering confidence.

\tIf you have to make a run for it, there’s no shame in that…. He thought. Well, maybe a little, but it’s still better than the alternative.

\tThey’d agreed beforehand that Judy wasn’t allowed to move toward the bathroom until after she’d started ‘leaking,’ and Nick had performed some linguistic circustry to assure there were no misunderstandings. One leak did not count. Neither did two. It had to be a sort of wavering of control, a sense of ‘beginning to leak,’ but consecutively. Put concisely, she couldn’t go until she started losing control.

\tAnd shockingly, she’d actually agreed to this.

Nick spent almost an hour that night in bed tossing and turning, harassed by a persistently reemerging guilt. He felt as though he’d somehow tricked her into it, that maybe she didn’t realize just how poor her chances were of getting that little furry butt into a porta-potty and over a toilet before the pee flowed in earnest. Sure, Judy had some incredibly clever moments, but the inverse of this meant some shockingly naïve moments mixed in with what was an overall trusting, people-pleaser personality.

In the days leading up to the event, he’d hinted with increasing transparency, doing everything short of sitting down for a heart-to-heart and telling her the truth about how she was almost certainly going to have an accident. Though, to his surprise once again, Judy played along with his jokes and questioned his confidence, replying with a tone that told him she’d ‘take her chances.’

A truly bold tone to take.

After all, he’d been with her long enough, as work partners, romantic partners, and then as roommates, to know that once she started leaking, being near a toilet was really in her best interests. If she didn’t react before that point, it would often lead to more than just the typical afterwork tree-like smattering of urine spots crawling up the rear of her panties, but would encroach more and more into the typical after-drinking mini-accident and beyond – depending on how long she waited (and drank.)

Nick had grown adept at reading the various signals she gave off, since he had so many opportunities to examine them. Sometimes it was a steadily mounting need to pee juxtaposed by a petulant résistance aux toilettes, not entirely unlike a child at play, determined to squeeze every last bit of life out of the moment before relenting to that looming inconvenience. Other times it was the sudden, stark realization that her bladder was full -- with a correlative reaction that could range anywhere from ‘oh, I really need to pee’ to ‘oh, I’m about to start peeing’ followed by an awkward and egregiously obvious dash to the nearest toilet.

For Judy, the time between ‘I need to pee’ and ‘I really need to pee’ came and went with shocking rapidity. Rabbits were known for having comparatively small bladders, but her control over that bladder had always been tentative at best, giving rise to common, even frequent ‘leaks’ of differing sizes. On top of all that, unlike the majority of people in her situation, she’d not gravitated toward the mentality of obsessing over toilet locations and making sure to use them at every possible scenario, nor did she use daily panty liners or pads ‘just in case.’

Much to Nick’s satisfaction, she was made from bolder stuff. Maybe she’d just gotten used to it as a kid and learned to shrug off the potential embarrassment, but she veered more toward mild desperation and even some squirming before making an often hastened trip to the toilet, rather than going there at the first sign of an urge. A small pee dance here or there was an extremely common occurrence, if not a daily one, and leaks varied from the common few droplets to the rare softball sized wet patch between the legs of her cop trousers. He suspected this was largely due to her kink – this passive, almost conflicting enjoyment of being embarrassed (especially in public.) While she didn’t particularly enjoy major embarrassments, she didn’t mind having small accidents in front of him anymore, presuming nobody else saw. He’d also noticed a marked increase in the wetness of her not-peed in panties on days where he’d been particularly ruthless with his public teasings -- as well as an increase in her ferociousness in bed.

The combination of all of these things, to varying degrees on different occasions, had led to a litany of different ‘accidental occurrences,’ all to which Nick could refer.

The last time they’d gone drinking had been particularly notable, as her complaints had been more dramatic than usual, including such gems as ‘I’m going to burst,’ and ‘if this toilet is locked, I’m actually going to pee myself,’ or something to that effect. All of this was qualified with an extra sense of urgency, because they weren’t on their way home. They’d just left a bar with an out-of-order bathroom (and a marathon length line next to it) because she’d ‘waited too long and had to go now.’

Quite a few random bystanders had seen her openingly holding herself, pressing her short, black dress tightly between her warm thighs and up to her ever-dampening panties. They’d reached a bathroom, but according to Judy, ‘I started peeing as soon as I got inside.’ She’d also been kind enough to mention – with a bit of goading from Nick, of course - that her thin, lace panties, which were already not suited toward the job of catching renegade bursts of pee, had already been thoroughly saturated on the walk there and during the subsequent ‘drippy’ wait for the bathroom key, as her poetic and inebriated self had described it.

Judy had been reluctant to count this as a ‘true’ accident, but Nick had teased her regardless, feeling that any situation that would have involved obviously wet pants was true enough. And this was only one ‘not-an-accident’ out of many, each characterized by varying levels of ‘not-ness.’

 --Which was another tendency of hers he enjoyed:

Despite the inevitabilities that come complicit with having a weak bladder and frequently straining that bladder with long, wait-until-the-last-minute style holds, she frequently tried to cover up the fact she’d been pissing herself bit by bit during her exaggerated dancing and frantic run, or that she’d started pissing too quickly before reaching the toilet. Even when willing to share her harrowing reminiscences later, she was often so embarrassed at the times in which they occurred, she’d go straight into the shower and act as if nothing happened after exiting. And sure enough, many times Nick had delved into dirty laundry with quiet and agile paws, stumbling upon wet panties and sometimes, when things had gone particularly in his favor, crotch-dampened pants; either sitting on top of the hamper as if placed there by some being far better than himself, and other times shoved conspicuously down into the center of the basket – again like a child, except this time one trying to hide the shameful aftermath of their stubbornness.

What all this meant for Nick Wilde, as he stood there in the park with his beloved bunny by his side, her panties damp from the leak he’d caused, her throbbing bladder forcing her feet into repetitive, awkward steps now, each one further unveiling her hidden predicament and childish ostentation to the people around them, her consensual confinement in that spot dictating that until she was essentially already doing that thing which absolutely cannot be done by someone her age –and most certainly cannot be witnessed!-- until she was standing there in that group of strangers actually having a real bathroom accident like any young kid might at the peak of their innocence, she could not pee anywhere other than in those already sodden print panties; what all this meant to him, was that Judy was in a very questionable position.

And I have a front row seat to the show. He thought. To the real show.

 They were now enclosed by people in all directions –people who were at the park for a decidedly different show. The crowd grew loud and raucous as the long-awaited band appeared on stage. Judy handed him an empty bottle of water. Nick put it in the backpack and handed her the bottle of hazelnut coffee, in place of the second bottle of water she’d expected. Surprisingly, she took it with no complaint and did not so much as make a face beyond some mild surprise. She merely took a deep breath, as if accepting the challenge.

Just now starting their set. He looked back over at Judy, who looked like she was forcing herself to not look as nervous as she clearly felt. The bathrooms were some distance away and were bound to be crowded – presumably with lines far longer than Judy could ever hope to endure while already dribbling (if she even made it to the lines to begin with.)

He swallowed, feeling a slight wave of nervous anxiety flow through him. The situation had now taken on a new reality.

--Did she even know before coming here that there’d be no way to get to the bathroom? Does she know now? What will she do when it gets really bad? Like really, really, about-to-have-an-accident bad? Nick scratched his chin. He was staring over at her in the subtlest way possible. The hump her ass made as it pushed the cotton dress outward at the back, already perfectly erotic in its own right, was made sweeter by the delicate oscillations of her desperate frame, now in motion with the intricate and high-energy music being performed on stage. The agreement was she couldn’t go until she was involuntarily losing it -- and I don’t know, maybe she can wait that long and hold it still. Maybe she’ll get lucky and stop the leak, or at least slow them down enough to get to a portable toilet or something. –Hell, who knows? Maybe she’ll make it home.

 …But… what if she doesn’t? The very thought made his heart pound noticeably harder. Is she willing to pop a squat? Would she try and find a private spot where she could do it unseen? Would she even have enough time for that? Then again, would it matter if she had enough time…? Honestly, it’s Judy we’re talking about here.

The absurdity of the notion replaced Nick’s nervousness with a sort of tense amusement. Is upstanding citizen, Officer Judy Hopps, willing to indecently expose herself in public? It turned out that when she had no greater good to justify bending the rules, his assessment of her when they’d first met rang true: she was a real goody-two-shoes. He remembered times in the past where he’d attempted to gently coax her into doing things she found unacceptable as an ‘Officer of the Law.’ He could see the pride in the almost comedic way she stood: hands on her hips for authority, her humble but perky chest stuck out for confidence, her chin lifted…

…Purely for effect. He smiled inwardly.

 Her stance was as if the holy grail were to be found entirely in one’s posture. She’d look at him and give him some cookie-cutter Disney line about self-respect and ‘setting an example; something that was particularly amusing when his coaxing involved a mundane and typical task, like pissing in an alleyway. As if the other animals in Zootopia didn’t piss too. Particularly in alleyways.

Conflictingly enough, his two most memorable accounts of this happening firstly involved her saying no – a time early in their relationship before she knew about his interests, where she’d hilariously said to him that ‘wet panties were a small price to pay for the future of Zootopia’s youth.’ He’d nearly cummed.

And secondly, an occasion a bit more recently where she’d made a poor beverage choice right before hitting traffic –hazelnut coffee, as it so happens-- and needed to go much worse than she usually did when on active duty. This time, he had managed to talk her into popping a squat, but only because she was ‘about to flood the car, good God, I’m going to piss all over the seat!’

Much to Nick’s satisfaction, she’d gone far out of her way to make absolutely sure nobody would see her commit the greatest possible crime against humanity, and so by the time she’d gotten somewhere comfortable, or at least close enough to comfortable to justify pulling down her suddenly darkening police trousers, she proclaimed “I’m pissing my panties!” in a tone as shocked as it was fervent. The car came to an abrupt stop and she jumped out of the driver seat while intermittent blasts of hot piss shot out of her exhausted pussy, hissing as they splashed against her extra-soft pair of scarlet bikini panties and slipped through the thoroughly saturated, silky fabric to worsen the lengthening wet spot disseminating across her crotch and sprinkle down on to her quivering, furry thighs. She only struggled with the button of her trousers for a moment, but it was long enough for her to have a small, not-an-accident, which required a trip back to their new place for a quick change of clothes –among some other, slightly more questionable things.

\tHis phone vibrated, yanking him from his extended reverie. He glanced over at her. Other than the movement of her hands as she slid her phone into her handbag, she was standing still. Her left knee crooked out a bit so that her thighs could press more tightly together. She was also bent at the knees the slightest bit now and even leaned forward, as if desperately trying everything she could --shy of burying both hands between her legs in the middle of a crowd—to contain the tsunami bearing down on her likely quivering and exhausted vaginal lips. Nick’s dry lip havin’ ass licked his own lips inadvertently. His fur stood on end as a river of images flashed through his mind, as a river grew closer and closer to flowing down her small legs.

He checked his phone.



>So

>I have to pee really bad



\tNick swallowed again and took a deep breath. It was still early in the show, but apparently some time had passed while he’d lulled-about, daydreaming.

He texted her back.



>>That bad already?

>>The band just started.

>I know but like its getting so bad I feel like I’m gonna pop

>Are you going to be disappointed if we uh

>You know… +_+

>…have to leave early? ._.

>>No, no, I’m not worried about that at all

>Because like I might start leaking soon I’m not really sure

>>Honestly the real show is going on right next to me <3

>Oh good!

>I was worried I was gonna mess up the show for you

>I didn’t think it would get this bad this fast

>Also <4

> <3*

>>You say that like you’re about to piss your pants right now

>Well

>>Already giving up, my beautiful carrot queen?

>I wouldn’t say I’m about to piss my pants but

>No I’m not giving up!

>Never!

>I refuse

>I still plan on holding it until the end

>That’s what we agree on

>Agreed*

>But

>I gotta pee so bad lol

> I’m about to literally explode

>And there’s more flowing through me >.<



She took another small sip of the coffee, as if providing proof.



>>If you’re plan is to turn me on so much I cum my pants and let you go

>>Then I loathe to admit it, Carrots, but these are my cum-resistant pants.

>Lmao XD

>>These pants are uncummable.

>Don’t make me laugh

>wow

>>Or what?

>Or you might just get your wish



She put her phone away and looked over at him. Nick did the same, and looked back at her.

At this point, the crowd had grown marginally denser. Nick found himself only a few inches from Judy, occasionally brushing up against her arm as beer-touting concert-dwellers slipped and shoved their way past. Not long after putting her phone down, Judy had given up on standing still, and had instead adopted a subtle bounce on the balls of her feet, both hands rubbing and squeezing the tops of her thighs, remaining conspicuously close to her groin and secretly wet underwear.

When he looked over at her again, he noticed that her belly looked strangely pronounced, at if it were slightly distended.

No, he thought, glaring at the small, but slightly exaggerated protrusion pushing the lower-front fabric of her dress outward. That’s not her stomach; that’s her bladder.

He swallowed and a warm, prickling sensation washed over him. He could feel his lower body fill up, each agonizingly pleasant second of the process deepening the depth of ecstasy radiating out from the bits contained by his rapidly tightening underwear.

Can’t believe I actually got a boner here. He thought, relieved nobody would be able to tell without looking far out of their way. Fucking Judy, though…. He looked over again at her visibly full bladder, at the way it pushed out irregularly far. She has to piss so bad right now and she is still just standing there, bouncing, so full she can’t even hide it anymore. I might be the only one here who knows just how close she is to her limit, but anybody who has looked in this general direction since she started this little dance knows her problem.

Heat radiated off Nick’s cheeks. Maybe it was all the people. Maybe it was a sudden turn in the weather. But conflictingly, he felt a sudden need to embrace his squirming girlfriend, to get right up next to her ears and lips, and let the music form a barrier between them and the rest of the audience.

 He reached out and placed a gentle paw on her butt, squeezing the fat through her dress, leggings, and underwear, making her body tighten and pull away a bit, and then slowly fall back as she both adjusted to the feeling of him on one of her most sensitive areas and as she realized she could still hold her pee while he was touching her bottom.

But for how long? Nick thought to himself. Eventually you’re just… gonna reach your limit. You’re gonna start to pee, and it won’t matter if you’re with people, alone, close to the toilet, or far. No amount of crotch grabbing or dancing or pulling away is going to stop it.

Nick slipped over and positioned himself behind her. Without warning, he moved forward and rubbed his clothed erection against her bottom. Her body flinched, her arms tightened, and she gasped, biting her lip immediately after.

Her typical response would have been mild surprise, followed by her butt returning the erotic motions of gentle grinding. A small smile formed on Nick’s red-cheeked face, which then moved so close to Judy’s head that his lips brushed against her ear lobes. He’d meant to ask it with a sensual, intimate tone, but he’d never been good at anything in that vein other than ‘suave,’ which was usually enough to get a woman into his bed. When he spoke, it came out in a slightly subdued version of his regular tone; that almost joking, ‘sarcastic’ tone he apparently always had.

“Did you pee yourself, Carrots?”

Her cheeks were glowing red. She stopped biting her bottom lip and turned a bit to look at him, her lips curling into a terse and ironic look somewhere between a smile, a frown, and a nervous shrug.

Nick’s smile widened. “So you did pee yourself…. How bad? Get on the pants?”

“I did not pee on myself. You just scared another leak out of me.”

Nick replied to this by rubbing his erection against her once again. Her cheeks seemed to darken another shade and she looked down at the ground for a moment in shame, a slight moan presumably escaping from her lips, though inaudible in the music.

“You dick,” she whined, gyrating her behind against his cock for a moment, then stopping when she’d officially returned his gesture. “Someone’s gonna see.”

“Good.” He dragged his paws against her soft body, letting the tips of his claws slip beneath the hem of her shirt and gingerly slide against her waistline. Her body writhed against him a bit from the strangely pleasant tickle. Nick took hold of her wrists and she turned to look at him, her eyelids low. “I want them to.” He blew into her ear, making her body writhe harder and making her moan audibly loud this time, at least to him.

“Don’t….” She mumbled half-heartedly.

It wasn’t until Nick’s grip tightened and he began pulling her arms away from one another that the first glimmer of recognition flittered across her face. Her eyes opened wider as her hands were pulled further away from the crotch of those form-fitting leggings which sat flat over her arousal-soaked pussy and clung tightly to her only line of defense against leaking directly into the crotch of her pants – the cartoon-fish-print panties between her thighs that were already swollen with accidental squirts of urine.

She shook her head, but Nick’s smile just widened. As her fingers slipped free from the damp dominion between her soft, squishy thighs, her face strained and she leaned forward a bit, causing her equally soft and squishy butt to press tightly into his cock. Nick breathed in, enjoying the subtle scents of Judy’s fur-conditioner and the familiar, yet perpetually tantalizing way it mingled with her natural bodily aromas.

“Niiiick.” She whined with some exaggeration. “Give me my arms back.”

“Why do you need those?” He asked, pressing himself against her once again.

“Ohmmmm” she groaned. “Nick….” She said almost too low to hear over the music. “Someone’s gonna see….”

“See what?” He grinded her behind again, the momentary flash of ecstasy that crossed her face betraying her appeals for cessation.

“Oh, God… Nick…. No, no, I-I mean, Nick, really. I really need my hands back. I can’t hold it much longer.”

He looked at her with feigned innocence. “You can’t? How will your hands help you with that, though?”

She frowned. “Nick. It’s baaaaad. “ She squirmed as she sustained the word, half as a means to grind her ass against the fox’s genitals in an appeal for mercy, and the other half as a sort of ham-fisted pee dance, since at this point she could only just barely manage to keep the incoming flood from blasting into her panties and surging down her quivering legs in front of everybody.

I sure hope it’s bad, Nick thought, enjoying the sensation of her twin-purposed squirms against his throbbing cock. That’s what this is all about.

“I’ll let them go….” He began, making her eyes light up a bit. “But you’re not allowed to use them again until I say so.”

She gave him a look that fell somewhere between panic and frustration.

“Don’t worry.” He let go of her hands, which seemed to almost reflexively move back toward her groin, but remained still after the initial flinch in obeyance to him. With thighs tight together and lower muscles buckling under the immense pressure of the overinflated pee balloon below her belly, she pressed back into his fluffy chest and into his hot, stiff lower body. His paws slid forward, claws sliding against the sporty material of her leggings. “Let me be your hands, Carrots.”

Both hands, one encroaching in from each side, slipped from the top of Judy’s thighs and slid between her legs, moving meticulously and patiently, making sure to squeeze her and caress her every chance that they got. The young bunny pulled her lower lip into her mouth and strained her face, her expression a three-way tug-of-war between tension, pleasure, and the facial-manifestation of a desperate attempt at repressing the previous two (very conspicuous) expressions. Nick’s claws slipped in the soft, fleshy sandwich of athletic fabric and squeezable thigh only to drag gingerly against the top of her covered pussy lips and past the fuzzy-fur above, not stopping until it rested at the base of the hill formed by her distended and aching bladder.

She shuddered and looked at him with a panicked fervency, but also with a repressed overflow of arousal, which looked to Nick to be potent to the point of disorientation, as if it were just the right concoction of conflicting sensations to render somebody the second track of Dream Theater’s latest release, Distance Over Time.

The entirety of his paws now forced their way between the gridiron grip of her clasped thighs. The top paw slid up and pressed against the hot, humid fabric that covered her lower valley like a spandex adhesive. After a moment, he’d realized ‘humidity’ was not enough to describe the potent moisture running along the bulk of that short plateau.

“Hmmm.” Nick hemmed in her ears and then pressed the side of his paw into her leggings, pushing the stretchy fabric and sodden cotton of the cartoonish, fish-print panties beneath past her pee soaked lips and into her slick, aromatic nethers. Opaque liquid seeped through pee dampened fabrics and slathered his paw. The feminine juices lubricated everything he touched and spread against the outside layer of the leggings as he began to meticulously rub her in the midst of the semi-tight (and hopefully unaware) crowd, rendering her entire crotch slick.

Mixing and mingling with all the warm lubrication flowing out of Judy’s aching privates, blending into a heterogeneous substance increasingly more watery than the first, then rubbing off onto Nick’s damp, stickly paws, were micro-droplets of urine, which, unbeknownst to her, dribbled out of her weakening pussy at a slowly increasing rate.

“Nick, oh… God. Slow down, not here. You’re gonna… Ohhhh.”

\t“What’s wrong?” He whispered into her ear. “You sound like you’re about to bust already.”

\t“Yeah.” She replied, looking straight ahead, consumed by the touch of his fingers rubbing against her clit through the two layers of pee dampened fabric. “Bust… is one way to put it….”

\t“At least it’ll feel good this way, eh? I wonder what kind of face you’ll make when you orgasm. You know, while you’re pissing yourself in front of all these people.”

\tShe groaned, “Nick, I really am about to start peeing. I need my hands down there, not yours. Yours are only making me need to pee worse.”

\t“Oh, at your limit?”

\tShe nodded, her look and motions half sensual, pitiful, and even coquettish, but the other half reflective of a rapidly swelling urgency. “I can’t hold it like this anymore.” Her butt started to gently gyrate, but in an uneven, awkward pattern. “Nick, please, if I can’t use my hands then I’m either gonna have a very… public accident, or I’m going to start doing a… really embarrassing and really obvious pee dance to help make up for it. Everyone near us is going to know I really need to go to the bathroom, and then this is going to be twice as embarrassing.”

\tHe pressed himself even deeper into her vagina than he’d gone yet that day. Her body stiffened, causing a soft, but high-pitched moan to squeak out– louder than any of the others thus far. “Carrots,” Nick said with more than a little teasing-condescension. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m pretty sure that ship’s sailed.”

She looked back at him, confused and desperate. “Wha… What do you mean?”

“Yes. I’m pretty sure they’ve known about it since you did that little bouncing pee-dance thing. It was hard not to notice, and it was pretty obvious you were pee-dancing.”

\t“It wasn’t that obvious!” She fired back between deepening breaths. “…Was it?”

\t“It was pretty obvious.” Nick said, chuckling.

\tJudy groaned again and rubbed her butt against Nick’s cock as she did an early rendition of this allegedly ‘really embarrassing’ and ‘really obvious’ pee dance. “Nick, please, hurry! This isn’t fair! You’re interfering! I’m literally so close to losing it it’s not even funny!” She did her best to keep her voice down, but her desperation kept causing her voice to crescendo.

\t“Hmm.” He squinted at her. Maybe it was just her words making him see things differently, or maybe it was the exaggerated and awkward leg lifts associated with this final-option pee dance, but her belly did seem even more distended than before, like she really was going to pop.

\tI should probably stop soon, otherwise I’m going to accidentally cause her accident….

 \t“I suppose this technically is cheating.” He began. “But, my dear Carrots, the question is whether or not I am okay with that. After all, I’m a fox. It’s unfair to say we’re all a bunch of cheaters, but… Well.” He chuckled condescendingly. “We are animals of opportunity. And this is seeming like a pretty amazing opportunity.”

\t“Nick, Nick, please, I’m begging you, the pee’s right there. It is right there. My pee is right at the end of my vagina, about to leak out. I can feel it… pushing against my… u-um, like at the end of my urethra, practically coming out. I’m really worried that… that I’m going to leak and then I’m not going to be able to stop the stream and I’m just gonna completely flood this spot.”

\tNick pressed lightly into her vagina one final time and nibbled lightly on her earlobe. He paused, and then sighed. “Damn. Kinda hard to say no to that, so I guess I’ll give, but… What about the challenge? Is it still on if I let you hold yourself? You still gonna hold it until you start leaking?”

\t“Yes, yes, thank you, that’s fine. I’ll hold it; I’ll leak. Just… I don’t want an accident here, not in front of all these people, not that much pee, and peeing here would look weird and -Ooooh, Nick, hurry!” She shifted again against his cock. “Give me permission! I’m about to start peeing! Now-now-now-now-“

\t“-Okay, okay, you can use your-“

\tBefore he’d finished speaking, her hands locked over his and pressed down tightly. At the same moment, her butt pushed back into his crotch, or to be more accurate, she squatted down the slightest bit and leaned forward in her attempts to contain the suddenly dribbling dam between her legs.

\t“Jeez, you really weren’t kidding aro…” Nick’s voice trailed off. There was the feeling of wet warmth spreading against his fingers. Judy’s legs tightened. He couldn’t hear her groan over the music, but there was the distinct sensation that she had. Maybe he’d felt it with her so close.

 He couldn’t see it, but it seemed as though she were grimacing, as if to reassert just how close she was to urinating full force.

\tHer head shot up in shock, making Nick flinch. A peculiar feeling, like a vibration from her crotch, accompanied a fraction of a second later by warm liquid splattering out of the slippery, stretchy material and onto his paws. It took her several moments, what amounted to an entire second, possibly a second and a half, of full force pissing her pants to realize what was happening.

\tShe pressed down on her crotch atop Nick’s now pee-soaked paws. He could feel her muscles flex through the fabric and felt as the pee stream slowed and came to a begrudging stop. A few more small spurts escaped her twitching, hardly enduring muscles, but the accident had been, for the time being, contained.

\tStill standing there, both paws soaked and held tightly against Judy’s dripping crotch, he moved toward her ears. “Did you lose control?”

\t“I… I don’t think so.”

\tNick’s eyebrows rose in surprise. He’d meant the question rhetorically. “You… didn’t?”

\t“Um. Well. I leaked. I leaked… kind of a lot. But I didn’t actually wet myself.”

\tOne eyebrow lowered in inquisitiveness. “How much is a lot?”

\t“Um.” She paused for a several moments, her eyes cast down in shame. “One of my knees is wet.”

\t“One of your knees?!” Nick replied, remembering to lower his voice only in the nick of time.

\t“Okay, okay, wait, wait!” She said, her cheeks burning. “It’s not like that. I think that some… like, kinda dripped out from the side and hit my knee or something.” She slowly pulled her hands away from her groin, but kept her thighs pressed tight and her front-end leaned forward to reduce any unneeded tension.

\t“Some leaked from the side? How does that work, exactly?”

\tShe frowned. “Like from my thigh. It came out kind of, like, hard, I guess, so it probably ran off the side or something and landed on my knee. It’s hard to tell; I’m really wet down there.” She frowned harder as she struggled to stealthily examine the very suspicious wet spot on her dress, conspicuously located on the lower portion, near her crotch. “Crap. No, I was wrong. It didn’t drip. It pretty much… just kinda flowed down my leg."

“Damn.” Nick said, admiring the faint wet patch. “That’s… that’s hot.”

Judy’s frown crooked a bit to the side in petulance. “Better be….”

\tNick smiled. “You say that like you’re not having fun.”

\tShe looked back and up at him, frowning, her cheeks aglow. “There’s piss on my legs.”

\t“I… suppose there is.”

\t“There’s piss in my panties. There’s been piss in my panties. But now they’re completely soaked, and even after losing this much, I still feel like I’m about to explode.”

\tNick looked back at her, his eyes a bit wider than they were before. “Uh, wow.” He chuckled awkwardly. “That’s… a lot of piss. You sure you didn’t ‘actually’ wet yourself? I mean that sounds pretty wet to me.”

\tShe looked back him flatly, “I didn’t wet myself. Not… yet at least.”

\tNick took a deep breath, trying to keep up with the accelerating pace of his heart. Usually any nervous anxieties that cropped up early in the evening were squashed by the following intense sexual desire, but in certain situations, if they’d managed to turn him on enough, the nervousness would slip through and he’d be forced to try to keep it in check while managing the crushing radiation of the sexual-reactor going into full, stage five MELTDOWN somewhere between his cock and brain.

\tHe put an awkward hand on her shoulder but followed it up quickly by placing his own body against hers. “You know,” he got close to her ear, becoming suddenly aware of how hot his own cheeks were burning now, wondering if she could tell. “You say all that… but I can’t help but wonder.”

\t“Wonder about what?” She squirmed a bit as he pressed his throbbing member against a bottom that had never before looked or felt quite as inviting.

\t“I wonder how wet those panties would be right now if you hadn’t leaked.” He paused for a moment, to let it set in. “…I wonder, would they have gotten so wet I’d have felt it on your leggings?”

\t“I don’t know about that.” Her voice was a cross between amusement and shyness.

\t“But they’d be wet, I bet.”

\tShe rolled her eyes, a mixture of her resistance to him fading and the ecstasy of his cock pressing against her bottom making waves of pleasure resound through her body. “Maybe a little.”

\tHe blew a narrow jet of ticklish air into her ear. “Just a bit?”

\tShe inhaled deeply and squirmed as his paws grabbed and rubbed at her thighs. “…Okay, maybe a’lotta bit.” The words tumbled out of her mouth in one rapid breath.

\t“Definitely a’lotta bit. I bet I’d see the spot if I took you back behind that stage and peeled you out of those leggings.”

\tShe swallowed. “Y-Yeah, you might. You might see something.”

\t“I bet the spot would be pretty big, too.” Nick went on, manhandling her the whole time. “Maybe even bigger than usual.”

\t“It’s possible.” She said hurriedly.

\t“And the only reason for that….” He let a hand slide over to the front of her thighs, sliding up beneath the dress. “The only reason for that would be you actually really enjoyed this. I bet there’s little bit of cum passing over your lips right now.”

\tShe swallowed and grimaced. “Okay, I admit that I… may have enjoyed this a bit. Maybe a lot. But, Nick, I’m sorry to interrupt, but… we….” She paused, her expression strained and conflicted. “Nick, we gotta go.”

\t“Oh?”

\t“To the bathroom. I need to piss, like, I need to piss right now.” Slowly, a look of urgency took over her patient expression of strain as lukewarm panties grew hot and what was actually happening began to set in. “We gotta go, Nick. I’m leaking. We gotta hurry!”



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Judy led the way out of the crowd with quick steps and one hand flagrantly buried between her legs, again with little concern for who saw.

\tI guess when you’re peeing on yourself your last concern is who sees your need.

\tShe had grasped Nick’s hand and was now dragging him forward, like a desperate mother carting along a kid who just didn’t understand the severity of the situation. They’d gotten free of most of the crowd quickly, since their adolescent-shenanigans had distracted them from moving closer to the stage. It wasn’t long until Nick could see distant porta-potties, and, much to his shock and disappointment, completely devoid of lines.

\tOnly the initial moment was devastating. After all, she’d essentially pissed her pants in what was an extremely public setting (even though she’d somehow gotten away with it,) and there was still no guarantee she’d get her bare butt over that toilet seat before the rest of the pee flowed –in that regard, history was on his side. But since she was wearing both a dress and black leggings, he couldn’t see if she’d been leaking over the course of her hurried walk – which no longer even had the aesthetic advantage of a hand in the crotch. He couldn’t really complain, per se, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. He’d been completely sure her accident would have been… more significant, and at the very least impossible to hide – at least from literally everyone.

…I really am being a baby. He thought. She just pissed on my hand. On my hand. And even more than that, it was… an accident. She’d really lost it there. The way she was pressing down. Judy isn’t the strongest animal in Zootopia, but there was… a little aggression. The sort that forgot my hands were caught in the crossfire.

\tOr maybe she didn’t forget. Maybe my hands being right there is what made her so forceful in the first place. His lips curled into an imperceptible smile. She really pissed on my hand. She pissed herself on my hand….

\tIt wasn’t until they were nearly stopped that Nick not only noticed, but actually believed she was slowing down. From the moment her hand had left her crotch on their desperate trek, he’d thought he could feel their steps growing slower and shorter. Her fervent powerwalk turned to quick, normal walk, and then to a regular one. Soon she was creeping to a stop, but with no indication of the defeat he’d had his eyes tuned toward catching.

\tShe doesn’t look like she pissed herself at all, she actually looks… huh, she actually looks kind of confused.

\tAs if hearing and responding to his thoughts, Judy came to a complete stop, and, while still holding onto his paw (though no longer hard,) she turned to look at him. “I… still have to pee. But I leaked a little – well, no, I leaked a lot – but, um, I guess it kinda went away. I’m not leaking anymore.”

\t“I… see.” Nick replied, equally confused. “How much did you leak?”

\t“It felt like a lot. Like, I could feel it get my thighs warm again, but I don’t know if it got my leggings much wetter. I think some ran around the back of my legs, though.”

\t“Did you still want to pee? I suppose technically that… kind of counts?”

\tHer expression was difficult to read. It seemed frustrated, but not with him. It was also crossed with a sort of determination. “No.”

\tNick’s eyebrows rose a bit.

\t“I mean, no, I do still have to pee and all, but… I won’t go. I know this isn’t… exactly what you had in mind, but I… I agreed with not going unless I was leaking, and since I technically… stopped leaking, I’m gonna try to hold it a little longer. Even though it’s pretty bad and I think its gonna get worse soon.”

\t“So… you’re still going to hold it? Even after what happened back at the stage?”

She swallowed and seemed to take a moment to ask herself the same question. “Yes. That’s what I agreed to do, and I know how much this means to you.”

“Wow, Carrots. That’s really thoughtful.”

“…You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

“It’s more than that, though.” Nick cocked an eyebrow and put a contemplative hand on his chin. “It’s unusual for you. You know, to… take a risk like this.”

“Well, I’m going to make a run for it if I feel like I’m about to go…. And anyway, I plan on having you pay me back in full. With the thing. Tonight.”

“Ah!” Nick said, pointing at that uniquely Judy expression of subdued, feminine victory. “I knew there was a catch. Should have assumed it would be that.”

“Yes, but if you’re not interested, I guess I could go pee now.”

Nick ignored the mock question, not even able to humor something so absurd. “How much longer do you think you can make it?”

\t“I’m not sure. It’s kinda hard to hold back now. I feel like I could leak really easily.”

“Hon, I hate to be the owl at the top of the lighthouse, but last time I smacked your butt when you weren’t expecting it you leaked so bad you had to change.”

Judy frowned. “No, she droned. “That was… second to last time. I didn’t leak the last time. And what I meant was I could leak easier than usual…. Not that I leak all that easily. Other people leak when they get startled too. It’s perfectly normal.”

“Yes, maybe, but I vaguely remember the words ‘my panties overflowed’ and you ended up coming out with different pants too.” He teased. “That’s a lot of pee for a love tap.”

“It was more than just a love tap!” She forced her voice down toward the end to keep from attracting attention. “And… I’d been holding it for a while already. So obviously a little more than usual came out. But this is different. I feel like its on edge, and if I get another… wave like earlier, then I really don’t think I’ll be able to stop it.” At some point –likely through Nick’s inadvertent desire to remove her from the range of the porta potties—they’d began to drift slowly back to the stage, but now Judy stopped again and seemed to contemplate something. “…How about we don’t go back in the crowd? Maybe we could do something else for now. Maybe walk around?”

“Sure, we can do that. But what’s the matter? Worried about something?”

“No,” Judy rolled her eyes. “Not at all. What could I possibly be worried about?”

“No idea.” Nick smacked her on the butt.

She jumped. “Idiot! I just told you I can feel it on the edge!” Her voice came out like a harsh, loud whisper.

“Did you leak?”

She looked back at him for a moment, blankly, then she looked down at his chest absently. “I’m… not sure. I can’t really tell.”

A chill traveled up Nick’s spine. He couldn’t pinpoint why this specifically had been so hot, but it was enough to make his heart race, even through the accrued tolerance of everything he’d heard and seen that day.

“I did almost piss myself, though.”

“Oh? Should I do it again?”

“Do it again and I swear I’ll go pee right now.”

“Any chances you’ll go pee right there…?” He pressed, voice playful.

She did not deign to respond this time. “Anyway, where should we go?”

Nick scanned the park. Besides the stage, there was only an area with some kiosks for food, drinks, and some merchandise for the band, and an area of open park surrounded by trees where a few people were scattered throughout, as if the band were a nuisance and they’d simply come for the frisbee space.

\t“Want to grab something to drink?” Nick almost laughed. “Not to like, you know, make you piss yourself. I don’t think you need another drink for that one, Carrots.” She didn’t seem particularly amused by his joke, but that was the reaction he was aiming for. “I meant just for something to do.”

\t“Sure. We can do that. I’ll pass on the drink, though. “

\tNick led the way back, heading toward the nearest drink kiosk. He wasn’t sure what to make of these new developments, but now that the excitement had calmed down a bit, his sexual arousal had gained a new sort of clarity and potency. He’d abandoned any specific ideas of what was to come – instead he was going to enjoy each moment and make as many more great memories as he could.

\t“Mmm,” Judy whined. “It’s getting worse.”

\tIn fact, he felt relieved with this new take on things. There were no more considerations or plans, but an almost child-like eagerness to embrace whatever may come. And considering he had good music, a beautiful girlfriend, and a beautiful girlfriend who had to pee and was technically walking with him with her secretly peed-in pants and panties, there weren’t many complaints he could make.

\t“O-Oh….” Judy mumbled. “I shoulda gone….”

\tHow could he complain? Even if nothing of significance happened from this point on, the day would end amazingly. He’d had a lot of phenomenal experiences with her, a lot of which were the rare and cherished piss related ones; all thanks to Judy and that natural naïve silliness that she carried with her that made her charming and impossible to reject in any situation.

\tThis time, though…. Nick’s lower body stirred a bit at the very thought. She actually pissed on my hand. Through her pants. On accident. In the middle of a crowd…. You can’t plan that kind of thing. And Carrots is the only animal in Zootopia who-

\t“Wow, it is so bad.”

\tThey arrived at the kiosk, which turned out to have a bar-like set up. Nick turned to look at her while waiting for an unusually chatty sugar-glider to stop talking to the vendor. Judy was standing with her thighs together and her legs split a tiny bit at the knees. Nick looked her tight, damp body up and down. Her stance seemed surprisingly… obvious, considering how many people were near them.

\t“What’s wrong, Carrots?” He lowered his voice. “You regretting not going when you had the chance?”

\tShe returned a nervous smile. “A little. Just try to be quick. We might need to… uh, go. – Like, soon.”

\t“You gotta go that badly already? It seemed like you let out enough earlier to last you awhile.”

\tShe seemed to blush a little deeper, but it was hard to tell on a face already so warm. “It’s really bad.  Like it has not stopped getting worse since we started heading here.”

\tThe sugar-glider finally went on his – or her – way.

\t“Well, try not to wet yourself while I’m getting my drink. If it gets too bad, we’ll head in that direction after.”

\tShe bit her lip and gave him a tentative nod. Nick turned away, acting as though the unexpected display of vulnerability and lack of confidence had not nearly made him cum. He’d mostly given up on the idea of a formal ‘accident,’ but he might yet catch a few leaks before she made it to the toilet.

\tIt’s not quite the public accident I was imagining, but if she leaks enough, she isn’t going to want to wear the-

\t“What can I get for ya?” A petite, doe-eyed feline bounded up to him. Had Judy not been there, he’d have flirted with her, and had she not been in his life… well, he would have really flirted with her then.

\tBut those days are all in the past. Normally, that had been an anxious thought, the sort that appeared with those vague notions of marriage. Lately, though, he’d felt particularly comfortable with Judy, a unique sort of contentedness he’d never felt before.

\t“Nick….”

\t“Hmm,” Nick put a thoughtful paw to his snout. “Let me get a… I’ll do a Foxy Lady.”

\tShe gave him an inquisitive look. “What was that?”

\t“Oh, sorry. I forgot that’s totally a dad drink these days.” He very nearly saddled up to the makeshift bar before realizing Judy was right behind him. “It’s gin and tonic. With lemon juice and syrup.”

\t“Oh! Oh, um, I’m sorry, but we actually don’t serve liquor here. We have beer, though!”

\t“No liquor?” Nick hemmed again and put a hand on his hip. “Nothing in the back? No hidden stash? I mean, surely, you guys have some private stock or something on hand. You know, employees only kind of stuff?”

\t“Nick.”

\tThe cute feline laughed a bit. It was an awkward laugh; the insecure ‘I’m trying to keep up and don’t want to look like an idiot’ sort of laugh that Nick was best at eliciting. “Um, no, no. Nothing like that. We can’t drink on the job – but I wish we could!” She gave a short laugh and started speaking again as soon as she could, as if her greatest fear were a moment of silence with a stranger. “So did you want a beer? A lot of people have been ordering this seasonal stuff. I haven’t tried it, but it’s really good.”

\t“You talking about that Quackstar stuff?”

\t“Yeah! That’s it!”

\t“Nick. Hurry!’ Judy tugged on his shirt this time, her voice fervent.

\t“Oh, sorry, hon.” He turned back toward the feline. “I’ll just take Diamond Dog. Any one that you have.”

\t“Oh, um…” She gave him a strangely sheepish smile for a feline. “We actually don’t have that either.”

\tNick cocked a brow. “You don’t have Diamond Dog? That’s a pretty popular brand.”

\t“Oh, well, um, we ran out. Just a little while ago, actually. I guess we didn’t buy enough.”

\t“Hmm.” Nick hemmed again. “Okay, I guess in that case-“

\t“I’m peeing!”

\tIt wasn’t so much that she’d yelled it. It was more that she’d said it with some emphasis, a bit of oompf, and that had given it enough volume to slice through the moderate noise in the kiosk. Several people turned to face her.

\tNick turned toward her as well, his eyes wide. She stood there, eyes twice as wide as his, both hands buried between her legs. This time, however, with the foresight found in feeling her urge rise up and overwhelm her, in knowing that she was, at the very least, about to let out a significant amount of liquid into her already wet underwear, she stood there with her dress lifted in a strangely bold and arousing way. Her legs were in the same position as before, parted at the knee, but far more exaggerated now, with feet further askew and thighs pressing together so tightly that her petite, spandex-covered frame shook.

\tNick opened his mouth to speak but Judy grabbed his hand and started powerwalking away with the intensity of earlier when they’d fled the stage area, but now in a seemingly random direction that offered little benefit in respect to her… situation, though there did seem to be a few less onlookers, if nothing else. To Nick, however, it seemed a bit late for that.

\tThe moment she’d turned around to lead him, there’d been the sound of piss splashing on the ground from where it had cascaded off the back of her thigh. She’d peed and everybody there saw it happen. Had they somehow missed the sight of golden liquid running off the back of a young bunny’s leggings as she stood in a kiosk exclaiming aloud her current lack of bladder control and then the sound of it splattering in the grass below, a few steps later more golden liquid twinkled in the light, passing down between her legs and splatting below as it flowed out at what Nick considered a medium speed, similarly to how one would pee normally if they were sitting on a toilet after a short wait – except this was through panties and leggings and was in public with people hanging about watching it all go down, seeing all the same things Nick was.

\tThat second, long loss of control halted after a few moments, but ended up starting and stopping in smaller iterations several times more. Nick heard the piss burst out of her, presumably for every jet of warm, involuntary shame that her pussy lost, either the moment it surged into her panties, or as her panties shifted during a step while mid-pee. Not only were the sounds surprisingly recognizable, the step-leaks changed sounds as she moved. Sometimes a gargling-like shrrr and other times more of a sharp, hissing hrshhhh.

\tShe eventually managed to get control over her leaks, at least the visible –and audible-- releases, but anybody with any sort of keen eye could see how her leggings shimmered in the sun. The aftermath of her accident turned out to be far more obvious than either of them had predicted, since neither of them had had the foresight to imagine the influence of direct, afternoon sunlight on the sodden, sporty material.

Even after having regained control over most of her involuntary spurting, she continued to walk with fervency and destination. After a bit, she started to look around rapidly for something.

“Judy, what are you-“

“-Hurry!” She began powerwalking again, tugging him forward every step of the way. “I’m gonna piss myself.”

“You already have.” Nick said with a hint of humor.

“All of it.”

Her reply confused him at first, but after a few moments it cut through the fog and clicked into place.

She’s gonna completely lose it. She’s still technically holding it and she’s about to lose all control.

Wow.

Nick couldn’t help but lick at his own dry ass lips. Not out of desire, but because the sheer erotic tension of it all had dried them out. No words came to him in regards to this unique, heart-thumping feeling. It was as much as a fear and an anxiety as it was a pleasure and treat. It was confusing, disorientating, and it made his face feel hot.

“Shit!”

There were several steps where nothing happened. She’d looked down for a moment after speaking, but back up a moment later, walking the same speed and direction the whole time. Then suddenly she stopped, almost causing Nick to plow directly into her – not that he would have minded.

She crossed both legs tight, so tight that the hand she’d originally been using now sprung to the apex and attempted to slip in to help the other hand hold back the flood, fingers only just managing to gain access to the thigh-smothered crevice. Her whole body flinched, and then flinched again. She’d been staring downward, but her head snapped up.

There was the sound of piss splattering in the grass below, and then, immediately after, a hiss which did not build up in volume, but seemed to simply come into a full and thoroughly audible existence the moment her pee stream had formed enough pressure with the cotton strip between her legs. Nick looked down and saw it: piss saturating the black material of the leggings and rolling off in various rivulets straight to the ground.

Judy unwound herself and darted forward. It was at that moment that Nick realized where she’d been heading. In front of them was a small opening in the woods bordering the edge of the park. It was off the side of a trail, so it wasn’t completely isolated, but the opening turned into a small cove that was surprisingly wide and clear of debris, and even somewhat concealed from the outside world by virtue of the bushes. He followed her into the opening, listening closely as piss splattered loudly in the dirt and leaves, and as the sound of her hiss changed in odd, unpredictable ways that sometimes coincided with her steps and at other times did not.

When she got into the clearing, she spread her legs and lifted her dress. Nick became suddenly aware that hitherto the hissing had only seemed loud because of his acute focus and interest, but now it was almost as loud as the piss-on-piss splatter happening in the rapidly growing pond at her feet. In a way, the sounds blended together, almost indistinguishable in their entrancing unity.

With her dress pulled up, Nick could see the indigo-tinted fur of Judy’s back, bits peeking out near the equator of her tail’s base from where the hem of her leggings terminated. Visible just a bit to side, toward the top of her butt cheek, was a brief sliver of panty, the pale blue with hint of dark blue fish contrasting hard against the juxtaposed black of the pants. He wondered how the panties hidden below looked, wet and clinging, overflowing and giving way to the piss likely shooting out of her.

Wetness crept up her butt and widened what had already been a liberally long wet patch along the backs of her legs. Some piss fell straight to the ground from her crotch, mostly droplets, while a good portion of it slid a few inches down her damp, shimmering thighs and cascaded off in a thick, whitish-yellow stream. The rest continued down her legs, creeping warmly down every inch, a small stream trickling outward from the side of her calf, but the rest continuing down onto her toes and into the puddle beneath.

Nick watched with bated breath, his lower body flexing hard against his boxer-briefs. The hiss started to fade, but she continued pissing. Even when she shifted and the large, shrinking stream launching from her thigh ceased, the urine could be seen by the now hyper-obvious twinkle of liquid traveling through the athletic material.

Nick moved around her to the front. Her eyes were nearly closed and her lips were parted in ecstasy. He examined her body with wide eyes, face equally as red. The wet spot on the front wasn’t as wide or consistent as the one on the back of the leggings, but at the mid-thigh there was an asymmetrical part where piss had presumably rushed forward through her leggings and gone so far as to drip down the very front part of thighs, and it seemed to be the widest splotch on her pants yet. However, it rapidly narrowed out and then again opened up a bit for different parts. Most of the piss had been directed backwards by the panties, the leggings, the shape of her legs, and to some degree the way her privates were positioned, but such a flood could not possibly be completely redirected, and all the pissing and walking had damaged the front of the pants quite a lot.

“Oh God…” Judy moaned.

“Feel better?”

“I feel… so much better. It just feels…. Thank God.”

Nick smiled. “I’ve never been more turned on by anything in my life.”

“You better be.” She said, opening her eyes a bit wider. “Can’t believe I pissed myself in public like that. Even after losing so much, I still couldn’t make it all the way over here before exploding.”

Nick swallowed, feeling almost dizzy from arousal. “Yeah. The way you kinda called it out….”

“Well,” she said a bit tightly. “You weren’t paying attention to me and I started peeing before I could get you to move.”

“Sorry,” he laughed. “I was halfway lost in thought while trying to order that drink.”

“Seemed more like you were lost in flirting.” She paused and looked down at her leggings. “But it doesn’t matter. I… really made a mess.”

“I can see that. Luckily we’re in the grass.”

“I’m still peeing.”

Nick laughed again. “What?”

Yeah, I don’t know if you can see it, but I can definitely feel it. It’s running down my legs.”

“Wow….” Nick said, swallowing again. “Yeah, I can kinda see it.”

“Good.” She paused again and sighed. “Thank God. I feel so much better now… but… that was so embarrassing.”

“It was embarrassing, but… somehow I don’t think you mind much.”

A brief silence hung between them. Nick continued:

“…I wonder how wet you’d be right now if your clothes weren’t already soaked from piss.”

“I’d be a little wet.” She answered back. “Maybe a lot a wet.”

“I bet I’d feel it on your leggings for sure now. Did you manage to not orgasm while all this was happening?”

She didn’t respond to him.

“Judy? You didn’t… actually orgasm, did you?” He crooked an eyebrow and forced himself to hide his amusement at the absurdity of it.

She paused for a few moments longer and then spoke. “No. I didn’t orgasm.” The tension in the air seemed to release, but she began speaking again a moment later. “I… may have come close, though.”

Nick’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Is that so? And how close is close? If I… may be so bold?”

\t “Well… if I’d touched myself any harder than I already was, I would have for sure. Actually, I almost accidentally did when I was walking cause I kinda pushed in a little further than I meant to. Though, if it wouldn’t have definitely caused me to completely lose control, I woulda done it.”

\t“Christ…” He murmured, almost laughing. “So it’s safe to say you’re pretty horny then?”

\t“Doesn’t matter if I’m horny. I’m doing all this for you, not for me.”

\t“But… are you horny?”

\tShe looked up into his eyes. “Maybe a little…. Are you horny?”

\tNick’s own eyes looked back, gaze tightening. “Judy. It’s like I said: …I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.” He grabbed his own member. “Okay, now get naked.”", "pools_count": 2, "title": "Distance Before Time", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "1", "rating_name": "Mature", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "4", "views": "1597" }