Highwire's Humiliation ----- Part 1: So Close Highwire was walking around the train station in a hurried fashion, frantically searching for the nearest public restroom. The poor black-and-purple wolf had been in desperate need to drain her overfull bladder for the past few hours after consuming an entire orange-flavored Chug Jug along with several other drinks before getting stuck on a train ride that lasted much longer than expected due to some delays. Highwire looked down for a moment and noticed her lower abdomen had become visibly distended thanks to the extreme volume of pee she is holding, her slender build, and her form-fitting high-waisted pants. To make matters worse, she also had two belt-straps wrapped around her hips and upper thighs in an x-pattern which were used to hold a couple of pouches on her sides. The belts that used to be wrapped snugly across her lower abdomen were now starting to feel tight on her slowly-expanding bladder, further intensifying her need for relief. She immediately continued her desperate search for relief. But that search was nearly short-lived as she felt an intense pang in her bladder, causing her to spring her first leak. Luckily she was able to regain control before spilling more than a few drops of warm urine in her thin panties she was wearing underneath. As much as Highwire wanted to squeeze her crotch with her hands while whimpering and moaning in pain, she needed to maintain her composure out in public so she doesn't draw any unwanted attention. At least the area she was currently in wasn't too crowded and most people seem to be minding their own business. She continued to walk in as much of a normal fashion as she could while squeezing her upper thighs together to avoid any more leaks. She managed to pass by multiple people without anyone glancing at her direction for more than a split-second. Among the multiple people she passed, she did notice a particular light-brown-and-white wolf looking at her direction just a little longer than the others have. The other wolf appeared to be shy as he just briefly smiled and averted his gaze before they finally passed each other. Shortly after that brief encounter, Highwire was completely focused on her search for the restrooms again. After a couple of more excruciating minutes of searching, Highwire finally spotted the familiar restroom signs next to some closed doors. As soon as she felt relief was only moments away, she felt her overfull bladder trying to relax again and sprung a longer-lasting leak. She managed to contain herself again, but now she felt a larger warm wet patch on her crotch. Luckily she was wearing black pants, making that wet patch hardly noticeable. She quickly shuffled her way to the restroom door as fast as she possibly could without shifting the extreme weight and volume of her bladder too much. As soon as she was within reach, she quickly grabbed, twisted, then pulled the door handle. As soon as the door flung open and the restroom sink and stalls were in sight, Highwire felt another strong spasm and nearly lost all control of her bladder. She felt a strong stream of warm fluids leave her bladder and immediately soak her crotch and inner thighs. While she was leaking, Highwire quickly stepped into the restroom and slammed the door shut behind her. She checked her surroundings and noticed no one else was in the room, just a few open stalls. The coast was clear for her to finally display her vulnerability without the humiliation. She immediately shot both of her hands to her crotch, squeezed her legs together, then frantically shifted her legs to stop the leaks. She even resorted to using a couple of her fingers to rub herself close to where the leaks are coming from - anything to take her mind off her intense desperation as she kept fighting to regain control of her bladder again. Fortunately she was able to fully stop the leaking before the warm wetness reached her knees. But because her pants were thin, a few pale yellow drops managed to seep through and hit the white floor below her. At this point, her urgency had skyrocketed and the pressure building in her bladder was starting to become extremely painful. She felt she was only seconds away from springing another leak and decided to make her way to the nearest stall as quickly as possible. As soon as the toilet itself was in sight, Highwire's dire need for relief skyrocketed once again. She felt an even stronger spasm and started leaking at a much faster rate. Her eyes started to water from the painful pressure in her bladder combined with the frustration of being this close to relief then failing. Highwire tried to stop the leaks with the same method as before, but this time the pressure showed no signs of letting up. The wetness travelled further down her legs with a few more drops hitting the floor below her again. Her priority was getting her pants off before she soaks them even more, but first she had to loosen and undo the belts around her hips and waist. Unfortunately she was so preoccupied with the pain and imminent relief that she fumbled several attempts to loosen one of the belts. Every failed attempt resulted in another longer-lasting and higher-pressure leak. It has gotten to a point where the wetness travelled all the way down her pants and a noticeable yellow puddle began to form on the floor. Despite leaking several times and soaking her pants, her bladder was still visibly distended and constricted by the belts she was failing to undo on time. She tried pulling her pants down anyways but it wouldn't budge. Instead she accidently put even more pressure on her bladder, causing the leaks to intensify into a steady stream. The poor wolf couldn't hold it any longer. She would eventually have to think of a way to save herself from the humiliation of stepping outside, or someone else coming in. But that would be something for her to worry about after she finally empties her long-overdue bladder first. ----- Part 2: Wet Floor Relief was the only thing on Highwire's mind right now. She had given up on loosening the belts and removing her pants as she felt her bladder aching and pushing even harder to finally drain itself. The steady stream of warm urine quickly intensified into a jet stream shooting straight through her pants and audibly pouring on the floor. Highwire let out a loud and pleasurable sigh of relief. Shortly after, she started muttering a few curses under her breath while sniffling and shedding a few more tears. While she was glad to finally relieve herself, she felt extremely disappointed and frustrated with the fact that she was right next to the toilet yet she couldn't hold it in for just a few more seconds. She couldn't even bend over to open the toilet seat without straining her bladder too much, so she continued standing while soaking her pants and the floor even more. Several seconds later, Highwire looked down to check the damages. Her bladder was still distended and aching, yet the pale golden puddle around her feet had grown wide enough to be seen outside of the stall. Nearly the entire front of her black pants was noticeably soaked while she also started to feel the wetness of her pants spread to her backside. After several more seconds of pressure washing the floor beneath her, Highwire slightly slowed her stream as some clarity began to resurface. She nearly forgotten that she was in a public bathroom and anyone could walk in at any second and witness her most humiliating moment. She had also neglected to close the stall door in front of her since she briefly prioritized not wetting her pants over some extra privacy but failed anyway. Even if she did manage to finish peeing without anyone walking in, she would still have to worry about walking out and having the public witness a full-grown wolf who failed potty training. Highwire quickly started thinking of ways to buy some more time and save herself from the embarrassment. She peaked out of the stall and noticed that the entrance door can be locked from the inside. Without another second to think - and while still in the middle of relieving herself - Highwire shuffled her way out of her stall and started making her way to the entrance. Highwire only took a couple of steps outside the stall when she suddenly heard some slowly-approaching footsteps followed by the slow-turning of the door handle. She froze in place, realizing that her plan backfired and her humiliation was imminent. She tried stopping her stream before the door opened, but her tired bladder combined with the sudden fear only caused the stream to intensify again. The door handle finally finished turning, then the door was pulled open. Highwire had yet to see who would be the unlucky person to witness the state of herself and the bathroom floor. A few seconds later, Highwire saw what appeared to be a cart full of cleaning supplies slowly roll through the entrance. This couldn't get any worse for the poor wolf. Out of anyone else to walk in, it just had to be a janitor who would soon be spending a long time cleaning out a huge puddle of piss shortly after seeing the face of a certain wolf who created that puddle. At least it couldn't be somebody she knew or seen before...or so she thought. As the cart continued to slowly roll though, Highwire started hearing the mysterious janitor humming a tune from a random classic rock song. At least the voice didn't sound familiar to her. A short second later, Highwire finally saw the person pushing the cart enter the restroom. She didn't know if she should feel shocked or relieved. The janitor turned out to be that light-brown wolf she briefly saw at the station several minutes ago. Surprisingly the janitor didn't immediately see Highwire as he continued humming, bobbing his head, then briefly inspecting the cart in front of him. But just a second later, he stopped humming and froze in place. He raised his head while his ears perked up, then started rapidly twitching his nose. He finally turned towards the direction the audible streaming sound and strong scent was coming from. Both of the wolves froze in place, equally shocked about their own situation. The janitor silently gasped and widened his yellow eyes at the sight of Highwire's predicament. Meanwhile Highwire tried hiding her wet crotch with one hand while trying to cover her face with the other, but there was no way she could hide the jet stream still shooting out of her and the huge puddle she was still creating. At least her bladder was nearly empty at that point. She then continued to sniffle and whimper for a few seconds before finally being able to speak. "...J-just...lock that...d-door...please...I'm so sorry." She motioned her right hand towards the door that was still ajar, hoping that no one else would walk in. The janitor finally unfroze. "Oh right, let me just..." As he hurriedly turned towards the door, he suddenly slipped and fell backwards. Luckily there was a wall right behind him that stopped him from completely falling over and hurting himself. "Ah...damn...I-I'm okay..." He regained his balance then looked down and noticed a smaller golden puddle Highwire left by the entrance. He briefly glanced at Highwire for a moment before carefully making his way to the door again. In just a few seconds, the janitor managed to close and lock the door before anyone else came in. Shortly after, Highwire breathed a long and final sigh of relief as her stream steadily slowed down. Several more tiny golden drops fell through her soaked pants before she finally felt her bladder had completely emptied out. She silently stood in place while staring down at her reflection from the puddle. Both of the wolves remained still and silent for nearly half of a minute. The janitor finally broke the silence by exhaling then reaching for the mop. "Look, I'll get this place cleaned up. Don't worry about it," he said in a calming voice. He didn't seem even a tad angry or frustrated at the scene which was reassuring for Highwire. But there was still something else to worry about. Highwire slowly stepped away from her puddle and approached the janitor. She tried looking at him but couldn't maintain eye contact for more than a second due to the embarrassment. "Hey, um...thanks...what's your name?" "Wendell," he said softly as he pulled the wet mop out of the bucket and gently slammed it on the floor right next to the huge puddle. "You can call me Highwire" She glances at her own soaked crotch then looks at the big mirror on top of the sinks. Even though she was wearing black pants, the huge wet spot was easily noticeable under the restroom's bright lights. "Wendell, do you mind if I stay inside for a few minutes...to dry myself off. I can't really go out like this." "Sure, take all the time you need. Looks like I'm gonna be here for a while," Wendell gestures towards the puddle and lets out a slight chuckle. "You can use one of those towels on the cart. And you can use one of those hand dryers for your pants if you want. I won't look." "Yeah sure you won't look," Highwire sarcastically replied while also letting out a slight chuckle. ("This wolf already saw me piss myself. It can't get any worse than that," she thought to herself. She couldn't care less if Wendell decided to look.) "But thanks," she said as she walked towards the sinks and hand dryers. Highwire proceeded to finally undo the belts that once constricted her bursting bladder, then carefully removed her pants along with her shoes. She then checked herself out on the mirror again. Nearly the entire front and back of her panties was soaked and visibly stained yellow, but she refused to remove them in front of someone she just met. The black and purple fur on her crotch, rump, and inner thighs was also completely drenched and started to feel cold against her skin, so she immediately grabbed one of the towels from the cart to dry her fur off first. She then grabbed her pants, activated the hand dryer, then placed the wet parts of the pants underneath it. She kept the pants underneath the dryer hoping most of the wet spots would be gone by the time she has to step out. Wendell continued to silently mop the floor for a few minutes before deciding to engage in small talk. "Wow, you really had to pee, huh? I don't blame you for not holding all of that in. What happened?" Highwire shut off the dryer and laid her pants on the sink counter to let it air out for a while. Luckily the huge wet spots have mostly faded out. She turned towards Wendell to continue the conversation. "Train was delayed for a few hours. Had too much to drink beforehand. I'm really sorry. I almost made it but I couldn't get these pants off in time," she replied. "I just hope you're not mad at me...especially for nearly making you slip and fall," she spoke softly. "No no no, that's fine. But another train delay? That's the third time this week! I heard some crazy opossum guy has been blowing up trains transporting the Baron's gold. They must really hate each other." He smirks then continues mopping the floor. Highwire looked down and twiddled her fingers for a few seconds at the thought of the next question she wanted to ask. It was something she noticed from Wendell's initial reaction to her accident, but she couldn't point it out earlier due to being overwhelmed with relief and humiliation at that time. "Hey Wendell...can I ask you something...personal?" "Yeah sure. What is it?" Wendell continued mopping the floor. So far he was only halfway done with clearing the huge golden puddle. Highwire paused for a few seconds before finally exhaling and letting the question out. "Did you, um...get turned on watching me pee?" The question struck Wendell by surprise. He froze and immediately lost grip of the mop's handle. He unfroze and tried to catch the handle as it was falling, but he failed to catch it on time. He frantically picked the handle back up and tried resuming his task without making any eye contact with Highwire. "W-w-what? N-no. No I d-didn't. Not at all. Why?" His voice was shaky and slightly higher-pitched than usual, so the answer didn't sound convincing at all. "Well...you didn't seem even remotely disgusted. You were blushing. I mean, you're blushing right now. Aaand...those shorts aren't hiding much," Highwire snickered. Wendell squeezed both of his thighs together and tried hiding the bulge in his gray shorts with the mop handle. "Um...no, that's...th-that's not what you think. I just have um...an acorn in my pocket...for my pet squirrel." His tone still didn't sound convincing enough. "I don't see any front pockets though." She decided to slowly approach the shy wolf while leaving her pants on the sink. "Look, I'm not gonna get mad if you say yes...but I won't push it either if you don't want me to." Wendell finally turned and looked at Highwire as she approached him. He tried his best to maintain eye contact, but it only took a couple of seconds for his eyes to helplessly trail downward to the wet spot on her panties. He rapidly blinked, shook his head, then admitted his inner thoughts. "Damn it! Okay okay fine. Your...situation...the holding, the wetting...might have pushed a few buttons. And I...may have...purposely put myself and some of my buddies in that situation before...for fun. There, I said it." He then broke eye contact again and tried to hide his face behind the mop handle. "Woah...that sounds...pretty interesting actually." Before Highwire could continue the conversation, she heard several footsteps outside the restroom door, but they quickly faded away as soon as they realized the door was locked. "Oh right, we should finish up and get out of here soon." She went back to the sink to retrieve her pants and shoes and put them back on. They still felt damp, but luckily the wet spot was barely visible and she wasn't far from her home. Meanwhile Wendell continued mopping the floors in a hurried manner. Almost a minute later, the huge golden puddle Highwire left by the toilet was nearly gone. Highwire was almost ready to leave the restroom to leave Wendell alone to finish his job, but a few thoughts about the entire situation and Wendell's secret rushed to her head. She turned to Wendell again to get a few more words in. "Hey Wendell...I can't thank you enough. I'm...really glad it was you who walked in." "No problem. Glad I could help out," Wendell replied while still mopping the floor. "Do you ever wanna...hang out again?...get to know each other a little more?..." Highwire then suddenly let an intrusive thought escape her mouth "...and later, maybe try that holding thing you're into?" She immediately gasped and hid her face in embarrassment. "No no no, sorry! I meant, wanna hang out some other time?" Wendell froze in place once again then started chuckling. "Oh...um, okay...wow, um...yeah sure we can meet again soon."