Claire breathed a sigh of relief as she set aside the last of the now-spotless dishes, finally cutting off the running water from the kitchen sink and running a towel over her hands as she hopped from foot to foot.

That had been the last of the chores she’d assigned herself, and she’d finished not a moment too soon – for hours now Claire had been carrying around a hefty pot of boiling urine in her belly, and in the course of completing all her tasks some had been squeezed out by her oppressively-tight jeans. Her boyshorts were drenched and still a little warm from her most recent leak, and there was a hand-sized patch of denim between her legs that was darker than everything around it. But she was still in control, and now that she’d finished all that she had committed to doing, there was just one little thing that she had to do before she could go to the bathroom.

As she set down the towel, still squirming, Claire took a quick glance over her shoulder at the phone she had set up on a tripod to record her plight from behind, confirming that it was still recording. She then shuffled over to her fridge, opened the freezer, and pulled out a bowl with shaking hands, carefully bringing it back and setting down on the counter where her phone could see it.

With a groan she turned to face the camera, leaning back with both hands gripping the edges of the countertop and her legs crossed and bouncing. The chain and padlock she was wearing for a belt jingled quietly as she squirmed, and she looked longingly over at the bowl on the counter. She could see the key in there, resting below a few inches of ice.

Claire looked at her phone with a nervous smile – though she hadn’t angled it to see her face from here – and spoke to it. “Gonna be here a while,” she said, following up with a little chuckle. “God, I shouldn’t have locked these pants. I swear I’m gonna piss myself before that actually melts.” Taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a huff, she continued, “Unless I can do something to speed it up…”

Biting her lip, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded-up piece of notepaper, quickly opening it and muttered quietly as she read through what she had written down that morning.

“And, uh… Oh, fuck, here we go,” she said, holding the note out towards her phone, not bothering to make sure that any of the text on it was in focus. “I can keep the bowl under hot water if…” Bouncing on her toes, she looked over at a nearby cabinet, then quickly went and retrieved the largest mug she could find, bringing it back to show it to whomever would end up watching this later. “Well, I need one of these guys. If I just… fill this up and, y’know, drink it, I can, uh… I can get things moving a little quicker.” Holding the cup in both hands, she looked down at it and added, “That’ll be a lot of water though…”

Claire took a moment to think, then turned around and set the mug down in the sink. She was leaning forward over the counter with her bobbing rear end the clear focal point of the video, tightly-crossed legs plainly visible as well while water flowed again from the tap and into the cup.

“God, you guys don’t even know how much I want that to be me right now,” she said with a groan as she stared at the faucet. Slipping one hand between her legs to rub at her wet crotch, she added, “But I bet you can empathize with how much it’s turning me on… If I could just get these pants off…”

She let out a frustrated huff as she watched the cup continue to fill, removing her hand from where she was keeping it to finally shut off the sink again when she saw the water start to spill over the edge of the mug. Then she picked it up as carefully as she could, cradling it in both hands and turning back around to face her phone.

Claire giggled as her unsteady hands caused a little bit of the water in the mug to splash to the ground. “Looks like it’s overflowing,” she said, holding the cup in front of her belly. “Just like my bladder. This should give you a good idea of what that feels like.” Giving the mug a gentle swirl and groaning softly in response to hearing the resulting splashing, she added, “Doesn’t take very much to spill some, does it? Fuck, that’s so me right now. Just the tiniest disturbance… God, if only you could see my shorts. I’ve been doing my fair share of spilling lately…” Then she took a deep breath. “Fuck it, enough stalling. Gotta drink this bitch or I’ll never get these pants off before I explode.”

She took a few more deep breaths and licked her lips, then finally brought the mug up to her mouth and started downing the contents as quickly as she could. Only a quarter of the way through she had to stop, squeezing her legs as tightly together as possible and making sure she could still breathe, then went right back to drinking. Claire worked through the whole mug with a little break every time she finished another quarter of the water, and as she poured the cup’s contents into her mouth for the fourth time, the dark spot on her jeans grew in the form of little trails running down her legs for a few seconds.

As soon as the water was gone, Claire growled, slammed the cup down on the counter, and grasped herself firmly between the legs, her body shaking from the effort of fighting off her new leaks and straining to find the energy to keep holding on after they stopped.

“Okay, good news,” she said after finally pulling her hand out and resting both on the counter, panting between words before taking a single deep breath to collect herself. “Water’s done, so I can get the key under some hot water to thaw it out faster. Bad news, though…” With a quiet groan she squeezed her thighs as tightly together as she could for a moment before relaxing just a little bit. “Bad news is I don’t think I’m gonna make it anyways.” She took a moment to breathe deeply again. “I know that’s good news for you, but… Fuck, I’m really about to piss myself here.” After sucking in air through clenched teeth, she added, “We’re… almost done here though. I’m gonna… put the key in the sink and see if I can at least unlock myself before I have any bigger of an accident than I already did.”

Sure enough, she turned back around, grumbling as she squirmed and wiggled her pee-stained bottom. Her phone clearly picked up the sight of her wet spot darkening again and growing slightly as she moaned and once again pressed hard between her legs for a moment.

Claire sighed when she brought her hand away again, having secured at least momentary control, then turned her attention back to the sink. A little bit of the ice had melted in the bowl holding the key, so there were little puddles on the surface as she set the bowl down in the sink and let a hot stream continually fall onto it.

She turned to the camera again with a little whine. “I fucking hate that sound,” she muttered, marching in place with her hands holding her chain. “Fuck… You know there’s nothing stopping me from just pissing myself right now? Mmh, yeah, I could just… Oh, God, it’d feel so fucking good to let go, but… I know you wanna see me pop. And, heh… Shit, I want you to watch me just completely fucking lose it. I could just give up and pee right now and get it over with, but… Isn’t it so much more fun this way?”

Claire groaned and bent over far enough that her head was finally in frame, her messy blonde hair only barely contained by the ponytail she had it tied up into. After a moment she glanced up at her phone, trying her best to fight through the strain and stick her tongue out with a little wink. Then she closed both eyes and bit her lip, hanging her head again and straightening up a moment later.

“Fuuuuuuck,” she moaned, turning around to watch the sink. “Could this hurry up so I can just go to the fucking bathroom already? Holy shit.” Her legs crossed tightly and she bent deeply at the knees, nearly into a squat, shaking her rear end and letting out a loud strained moan. Her phone captured an even bigger wet spot on her rear end when she stood up again, but couldn’t see the tiny puddle at her feet.

She squirmed and danced for a little while longer, before eventually letting out a low growl with every muscle in her body as tensed-up as possible.

“Fuck it,” she said, reaching into the sink to flip the bowl upside-down, spilling the water that had accumulated in it and causing the big chunk of ice that remained to fall out as well. “They’re my fucking rules and I say this shit’s melted enough.” Claire picked up the ice, then spun around and threw it forcefully at the ground, causing it to break into several pieces on impact. With a groan she bent up to take the piece that still had the key in it, then reached behind herself to smash it against the counter a couple of times until she could take the frigid key itself.

“God damn this thing is cold…” With a deep breath, she then went over to pick up the tripod to which her phone was attached and made her way out of the kitchen with it. “You’re coming with me,” she said, holding it up so she could look into the phone and directly address her audience.

She marched over to the bathroom, each step inspiring a little dribble to run down her leg, threw the door open, and hastily set her phone up to look at the toilet before positioning herself appropriately and making sure the lid was up.

“Oh, God, I can feel it coming out already,” Claire whined as she took hold of her padlock in one hand and tried to negotiate the key into it with the other. “Motherfucking key won’t fit…” Letting out little frustrated grunts and desperate whimpers, she continued trying to get her shaking hands to work the lock, with her phone all the while collecting footage of the slowly-growing wet streaks down her jeans.

Fortunately, she was able to finally unlock her pants before those trails could get too long or too wide, and she eagerly opened the lock and threw it to the ground, pulling the chain from her belt loops and tossing it aside as well. Then, bouncing on her toes, she quickly undid the button on the front of her jeans and tugged the zipper down just as fast, exposing the front of her boyshorts that had once been a much brighter red. She moaned as the pressure of her jeans against her bladder finally faded away, then looked over her shoulder and kept squirming as she tried to unfasten her pants from around her tail so she could finally pull them down.

“Come on,” she muttered as she fumbled with the accursed button. “So fucking close, just gotta… Gotta… Hhnn…” Then she tensed up for a moment, immediately afterwards letting out a sigh and untying her legs as her jeans quickly became dark all over and a little stream fell from directly between her legs. Sticking out her tongue and panting heavily with her eyes rolled back, she let herself fall back onto the toilet seat, her phone in just the right position to capture the ecstatic look of relief on her face.

“Ooooooohh,” she was able to say, “Yessssss… Mmmm…” And despite all her muscles feeling like jelly, she leaned forward and reached out to take her phone, holding it up and spreading her legs so that she could get a good shot of both her face and the streams and dribbles falling from her jeans into the toilet as she leaned back again and threw her head back with a long moan.

The only sounds were a quiet hiss as her urine flowed forcefully into and through her clothing, the loud splashing of it hitting the water in several different places, and Claire’s own heavy breathing. The first two sounds faded away after a minute, though little drops could be heard falling from her jeans for a while after, and the sound of her breathing only reduced to a more normal volume when she finally took a deep breath and ran a hand over her eyes.

“Oookaaay,” she said to her phone as she set it on the tripod again. “Let’s check out the damage, hm?”

Claire lifted herself from the toilet on shaking legs, and reached behind herself to once again try to free her tail. This time she succeeded almost right away, and dragged her jeans down to her knees to show off her thoroughly-soaked boyshorts and the obviously-wet fur all along her legs. She tugged at her underwear in a few places, then turned around and stuck her butt out to give her audience a better view of it, running a hand over one cheek with an inviting moan before slipping that hand into her underwear from the front.

She looked over her shoulder as, with her other hand, she tugged her shorts down, pausing for a moment when they had just cleared her buttocks then holding them and her jeans around her knees. Again a little moan escaped her as she wiggled her rear and rubbed at herself with the hand between her legs. Then she turned around, shifting her hips forward with her hand still covering what she was playing with – but soon she moved that hand in teasing motions, finally using its fingers to spread her lips.

“I think there’s still a little bit left,” she said, and sure enough she sighed again as a weak stream trickled out of her for a few seconds before stopping entirely. At that point she went back to pleasuring herself for a little while, then withdrew a hand obviously covered with more than just one fluid with a little moan. She let go of her pants and used that hand to take the phone, angling it to look at her face as she quietly stuck her tongue out at it and raised her stickier hand with two fingers held up in a V-shape, then stopped the recording.