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Chronivac Version 4.0

Jeff relieves himself in the pool shed, but then what?

added by SystemicAnomaly 2 years ago BM TG
Author note:
For the author(s?) who left the notes on previous chapters, I want to continue it, maybe with your collab, if you're still around?

Thankfully, among the assorted equipment for cleaning and maintaining the pool, there was a small plastic pool bucket in the corner, with a couple of inches of dirty water left in the bottom. Perfect! Jeff made his way over in an awkward waddle, gingerly holding the distended crotch-breast as still as he could in the absence of the bra-holster. Movement made the urine inside swish and swirl, and the strain on his bladder seemed like it was getting worse by the second. Each little jolt was a torment -- he had to go, and soon! Very soon! Jeff couldn't wait any longer.

Lowering himself shakily to his knees, pants around his thighs to avoid any splatter, he positioned himself over the pool bucket. First glancing quickly to the door to make sure nobody was about to disturb him -- there was NO WAY he could be seen like this -- Jeff then turned his attention to the task at hand.

Placing his hands around the base, he simultaneously relaxed his groin muscles and pulled downward, his fingers squeezing the liquid-filled breast-flesh. The pressure was intense and sudden, as was the initial burst of relief, and a stream of pee immediately shot out of the nipple, splashing into the middle of the bucket. Drawing on his memories of his first time peeing through the crotch-breast, Jeff quickly returned his hands to where they started from, and repeated the motion, trying not to let the flow die down. Over and over he stroked it, and the waves of gratification from draining his overfilled bladder, paired with the satisfaction of efficiently mastering the strange new way he had to pee, caused him to let out a soft moan of pure contentment.

For a few moments, he lost himself, caught up in the steady sound of pattering and the rhythmic sliding of his hands.

Then, the reality of what he had accidentally done to himself, and the image of it in front of him began to set in once again.

He was a good looking teenage boy, but between his thighs, instead of a penis and testicles, was a plump, soft, female breast. It jiggled lightly as he gave it a final slower stroke, the pee slowing to a weak trickle. Jeff felt the last drop of urine ooze from the nipple, and he watched it slowly bead and begin to run down the front of his crotch-breast. Dazed, he wiped it away, and shivered from the touch of his finger brushing the areola.

Why did it feel so good? Why was peeing almost as satisfying as masturbating, despite the stressful situation? Was he turning into a freak? Without a doubt, he wanted to try milking himself again, and he found the idea kept putting itself in his head, even though he knew he should just wait out the Chronivac timer and then remove the squishy mass between his legs. But he couldn't let the thought go -- it had felt SO good!

With a jolt, Jeff snapped out of it, realising his mind was wandering yet again. He was absently tickling the nipple with his fingertip, running circles around the fat teat. Jerking his hand away, going red from sheer embarrassment, he stood, and pulled up his pants, managing to pull them temporarily closed enough to stuff the slightly-reduced mammary inside without to much trouble. It wasn't the time for this! He could think about all the freaky stuff later.

First, he needed to figure out a way out of his current situation now that he had relieved himself.

His mom was expecting him to wear the swimwear Brianna gave him. The only problem was he couldn't hide much more than the nipple given how skimpy it was -- even stretching the material as far as he could, he would be flashing everybody a lot of 'sideboob' if they got a good look at his crotch. It was risky, but maybe he could hide his bottom half until he got into the water? There hadn't been too many people in the actual pool area itself, so he could either get jump in quickly and hope for the best, or shield himself with his discarded pants. Or maybe it would be safer to not swim at all -- he could make an excuse, now that he no longer needed to pee, and find some way to appease his mom? Or maybe there was something else?


What do you do now?


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