That evening, things quickly started to get out of control.
Jenny had to make another dash to the bathroom during dinner, excusing herself with a pained cry. She almost burst into tears at the overwhelming combination of relief, pleasure and terror she felt when her bare ass hit the seat and the next stream erupted from her abused urethra.
The cheerleader couldn't help but moan, shaking in place as her body seemed to snap into that same strange pose as she peed - her mind too overwhelmed by the pleasure of the release to think clearly enough about how she was posing or how long she was peeing.
Three minutes ticked into four then five before the stream finally dried up. Jenny really really didn't want to think about how much fluid had poured out of her. By the time she was done, her food was cold and the knots in her stomach left Jenny with very little appetite.
The next 'incident' lasted even longer. Restlessly trying to get comfortable while doing her homework, Jenny had been fumbling with her pen in stiff fingers when the urge had hit again. Only this time, her aching joints made her frantic rush to the bathroom into a stumbling lurching walk that left her bumping off walls on her way through the house. She barely made it to the toilet in time before the torrent started again, hammering out of her urethra so hard it roared into the bowl, splashing humiliatingly as the force caused her whole pussy to almost come alive with a buzz of it's own.
She peed like a hose, moaning and gasping through the terrifying and bizarrely unwanted pleasure as her body shuddered and shook for almost 8 continuous minutes, several gallons pouring out of her so fast that the toilet was effectively flushed by her liquid alone.
By the time the ordeal was over Jenny sat shivering in place, her whole body feeling hot and aching, her pussy so sensitive that it was almost numbed by the fluid that had roared impossibly through her.
Jenny didn't know how much a person could pee, or even how much water was even inside her, but she was pretty sure her bladder wasn't big enough for this and that she should be getting dangerously dehydrated by now... and yet she didn't feel thirsty.
Again, the blushing cheerleader fought her own embarrassment and denial, turning away her mom when she came to check on her again.
I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.
She told herself over and over. Even as the overwhelming evidence started to say otherwise.
By the next incident, Jenny wasn't sure how much longer she could keep denying that something wasn't very very wrong with her.
She'd only just climbed into bed when the urge hit, and the cheerleader groaned, gritting her teeth with the effort it took to try and throw off her sheets and lurch her way to her bathroom again. This time Jenny's worst fears came true as the eruption started before she reached the toilet, or even got her pajama shorts down.
With a despairing cry, the blonde felt the dam burst just as she got through the doorway, and the squirting stream poured against the crotch of her panties and cotton shorts like she was pressing them against a faucet. In a panic, Jenny stepped into the shower, ripping her already soaked clothes down her bare legs with a gasping moan.
Bending at the waist to step out of them caused her spray to jet out behind her, where it splashed off the tiles with enough force to also start soaking her top.
Mortified, and struggling to keep her balance with her body aching the way it was, Jenny leant back, her spine bending hard as she felt her own pee soaking her. She shrieked, tears in her eyes as the stream poured down her bare legs, pooling at her bare feet and rushing towards the drain as she frantically stepped back and forth on her toes in horror and disgust.
But what made the ordeal even worse was the confusing fact that Jenny quickly realised her 'pee' wasn't actually hot.
She'd expected it to be, well, body temperature - for it to smell and feel disgusting against her skin. But it didn't. It was colourless, odourless and terrifyingly cool... like tap water...
Standing in the shower in just her pajama shirt, bottomless and panting as the constant jet of liquid poured out of her Jenny moaned in despair. Her whole body was a shuddering, shivering mess and it didn't take long for her strength to fail her.
Her arms snapped up and her knees buckled, causing the helplessly pissing teen to slide down the wall of the shower until she landed mortifyingly on her front. Her breasts landed in the pool she was making, instantly soaking her top as her cheek rested against the shower tray and her hair was rapidly drenched.
Jenny shrieked, trying desperately to get herself upright but the cubicle was too slippery, her body was too weak and overwhelmed by the relief of her pee and in her new position her torrential stream was now shooting out wildly behind her, splattering the wall tiles. It meant her every desperate attempt to move only caused the spray to get directed somewhere else, wildly hosing every wall of the cubicle and the bathroom beyond.
Jenny moaned, frantic, her unstoppable peeing continued in full force, buzzing her pussy humiliatingly again and the pleasure grew too much. She shivered through a mini orgasm, whimpering into the pool of her own fluids at her mouth as she felt her strength failing her, her body weakening until she lost all control.
What happened next horrified Jenny more than she ever thought was possible.
Her body, as though spring loaded, started to bend unnaturally on its own. She felt her feet arching on their own until her toes were perfectly pointed. The sensation spread up her legs, her knees bending backwards until she felt her feet lifting higher and higher into the air a over her head. Her ass followed, then her back, her spray rising up and up as she bent over backwards into a kind of scorpion pose.
Before she really knew what was happening Jenny realised her bare feet were starting to approach her head from above, her spraying pussy rising higher and higher and her back arching beyond what should've ever been comfortable. She moaned, tears in her eyes as another mini orgasm shuddered through her, her spraying, buzzing bare teenage pussy now raised nearly vertically high above her.
Her stream erupted with full force in a jet that rose several feet in the air above her before it spread out in a near perfect fountain and rained back down on her.
Jenny's terror and humiliation exploded with a scream as she struggled to move or get her body back under her control. Horrifyingly in this position nothing except her arms still ached, and Jenny was forced to lay there as the minutes ticked by a d the stream didn't stop, in that demented yoga pose, peeing on herself in full force like some kind of perverted erotic fountain...