A Short Walk
A short story of a morning in the life of Lex Linne. Lex, along with several others, are owned by his sister, Jane Linne.
Mornings like this aren't uncommon, though it's always a treat for both of them when she plays around with his humiliation fetish.
Lex the cat yawned as he woke up, stretching his limbs, the golden name tag on his collar jingling. He looked next to him and let out a quiet sigh of relief once he saw he was alone, his sister having gone out for work.
He rolled out of bed and checked the dresser for his to-do list- his sister had made him one almost every day. Fortunately, today he had a relatively simple sounding list: Put on the outfit provided for him, drink the bottles she put in the fridge for him, and meet her at a coffee shop at ten. It was only eight thirty, so that gave him a bit of time to get ready.
He went to the wardrobe and opened it up, taking out the items inside. It was mostly just his everyday outfit: A plain green dress that barely reached past his thighs and a pair of short black boots, no underwear as usual- he hadn't owned a pair in years. One thing he didn't see too often was a black buttplug, about four inches long with a three inch thick base. Toys weren't uncommon in this house, but this one in particular had a certain use: to plug up his urethra and hold back his incontinence for a while, until he got too full and wet himself all at once.
He laid back on the bed, spreading his legs and rubbing his already wet cunt with one hand, giving the chastity piercing over his vagina a little tug and gasping with pleasure. He brought the plug up to his loose urethra, his legs shaking a bit as he slowly pushed it in. It wasn't the most intense stretch he's had by far, but it was still more than enough to keep him plugged up with a mildly uncomfortable tightness.
He pulled his dress and boots on, quietly heading downstairs and into the kitchen. The house was quiet, meaning the others were either asleep or away. He opened the large fridge, and though most things were only allowed to be touched by his sister, there was a set of four liter jugs with his name written on them. They looked like milk cartons, though he couldn't tell quite yet.
He took each of them out, all of them feeling quite full. He opened one and looked in, instantly knowing what was in them: multiple gallons of urine, likely collected over a day or two. It'd explain why his sister was drinking so much water. It wouldn't be the first time she did something like this, but he still took a nervous breath and rubbed his thighs together as he picked up one of the jugs in both hands and brought it up to his lips and began chugging it down. He didn't swallow, instead just letting the powerful-tasting urine flood his maw and flow down his throat, overwhelming his senses.
He didn't stop until it was completely empty, a bit escaping past his lips and dripping down his chin onto his dress or the floor. He felt a bit nauseous, his stomach filled completely just by the first jug, and he still had two more to go! He put the first, empty one down and picked up a second, gulping nervously as the cold fluids sloshed around inside.
With how full his stomach was he couldn't just pour it down his throat anymore, needing to actively swallow it down. Each swallow was harder than the last, his belly slowly inflating outwards and more urine spilling out of his mouth to make a mess of his front.
It took him a few minutes to finish this one, and by the time it was empty he looked a few months pregnant. His stomach sloshed as he turned towards the counter, and he gagged a bit as he struggled to keep it all down. Just like his urethra, his throat was fucked to a permanent looseness, making it difficult to keep himself from hurling up the gallons of piss he was drinking.
He kept one hand on his belly as he grabbed the third jug, looking to the clock. It was just past nine, the scheduled meeting getting closer. His sister hated when he was late, so getting there after noon wasn't an option. The coffee shop wasn't a far walk away, but with his inflated stomach it'd be quite difficult, not to mention the result of drinking so much. He slowly started to drink it down, having to stop every few seconds before continuing.
It took almost half an hour for him to finish, the poor cat looking due for triplets. Every little movement or breath he took made his belly wobble, making him groan unpleasantly as his stomach gurgled. He gagged every time he opened his mouth so he kept it shut, breathing through his nose. Another side effect to being so full was belly lifting his dress, the bottom of it not even reaching his groin. Fortunately his belly hid the base of the plug, but if someone kneeled or crouched down they could see it quite easily.
He felt a second type of pressure slowly start to grow, the waste making its way through his system as his bladder began to fill, pushing at the plug. He started walking (though it was more of a waddle) outside, very slowly opening and closing the door. Every step down was a little bit of agony, not necessarily painful but the gallons of hot urine sloshing inside him causing quite a bit of discomfort. He had to hold his belly up from the bottom, hoping no one was looking to see the plug sticking out between his legs.
Once he got down the steps he made the mistake of letting go of his stomach, the movement almost instantly causing him to heave. He only saved himself by clamping his hands over his muzzle, keeping it shut as the foul urine filled his mouth, some dribbling out of his lips or even his nose. He shuddered as he swallowed it back down, taking a few moments before he continued trudging along.
He tried to ignore the stares he got as he entered town, his stomach gradually emptying and shrinking and his bladder filling and growing, the bulge on his torso moving a bit further down. Putting any pressure on it only made it worse, the feline reluctantly lifting his dress up over his belly, exposing it completely to anyone who looked. Even his furry rump was exposed, but he did his best to hide that with his tail.
He got more than a few stares as he waddled along, ranging from curious to disgusted. A few extra curious people slowly followed along, doing a horrible job at pretending like they weren't following him. He tucked his tail between his legs, accidentally showing off the shape of his thick rump at the same time with his fluffy tail between his cheeks.
He kept his tail pressed against the plug, making him gasp loudly as the plug shifted around inside him, rubbing against his increasingly sensitive walls. He could see the coffee shop down the street, but he was barely moving at this point, his stomach emptied and his bladder filled far beyond capacity. He pressed his legs together, his bright red blush visible even through his fur.
As he got closer he could see his sister outside, sitting facing away from him as she sipped a drink. His swollen bladder started to genuinely hurt, his eyes tearing up a little bit as he approached her. He wasn't allowed to use the bathroom without her permission, and though he suspected he wasn't going to get the answer he wanted, he carefully tapped her shoulder.
She slowly looked back at him and grinned at his sorry state, putting her drink down. His bladder was swollen enough to look like he shoved a pumpkin up there, and he had both hands and his tail jammed between his legs to hold the plug in place.
"Took you long enough. You're late, you know?" His heart sank as she spoke those words, showing him her watch: It was 10:31. She must have set the clock at home back, intending to have made him late. She gave his bladder a poke, making it wobble a bit and making him shudder, a few drops of urine falling to the ground. "No, you can't use the bathroom. Maybe if you were on time I'd consider it, but.." She chuckled, turning towards him in her seat.
That was it. He couldn't hold it anymore without exploding, his hands falling away from his crotch and the plug almost instantly shooting out, bouncing off the ground a few feet away, coated in urine. That sound alone turned heads, what followed right after attracting even more attention. Though his urethra was gaping quite wide it didn't make things any easier, a large puddle of urine quickly spreading across the floor and soaking his legs, people lifting their feet away from it.
The feeling was too intense for him, his legs shaking before he fell down into the puddle with his ass up, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as a good two gallons of hot piss left his body and soaked his fur and dress. People took pictures, they whispered, they laughed, all attention was on him as he trembled in a puddle of his own liquid waste.
His face flushed hot red as he tried to get up on his hands and knees, his stretched urethra still gaping, and dripping urine along with the rest of his body. He looked up at his sister who smiled down at him, a familiar bulge traveling down her pant leg. She picked up the plug from the floor, making him huff loudly as he crammed it into his maw. "I hope you enjoyed yourself." She gave him a kiss between the ears, standing up and starting to walk home alone.
After recovering enough to barely stand, he put the plug away (back in his urethra), and after being chewed out for a while by the shop's owner spent the next few hours mopping up the mess. The whole time he couldn't help but think about the dreadful sense of embarrassment and humiliation, and how absolutely turned on it all made him feel.