Author Note: Head's up but chapter has watersports.

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Elizabeth flopped upon the bed, running a pair of hands down her face. Her mind was aflame with a dozen different anxieties declaring their petty conflicts and waging war within her grey matter.

There were many factions engaged but the largest of these rebellious thoughts was the impending approach of her trip to Vancouver.

The decision about whether or not to get GRS was not an easy one to make. After all, who in their right mind approached surgery with glee and one hundred percent certainty?

Plus, what were they thinking travelling in the midst of a pandemic?

She sighed and looked off to the side.

But then there was the benefit to be gained from this. Bottom surgery would improve her life by an incalculable degree. She wanted a vagina, needed a vagina. It was just the months of long and hard-fought recovery that made her feel like she was going to throw up.

“Fuck me,” she whispered to herself.

Then there were the lesser anxieties involved in this conflict. There was the fact that they had no buffer of content lined up for their trip, there was the lack of money within their accounts, and the total absence of job security. Each of these added to the anxious little soup that was rapidly becoming her entangled state of mind.

For a moment, Elizabeth nearly fell to this overwhelming siege of emotions. Hell, any lesser person would’ve.

She needed a distraction, plain and simple.

And what better distraction was there than work?

“Teresa!” Elizabeth called. “I just had an idea for a video!”

There was movement from the living room and soon Teresa was at the door, leaning against the frame. She was wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a Helluva Boss shirt, looking fresh out of a nap.

“Oh yeah?” she asked. “Something spicy?”

Elizabeth bit her lip and let out a terse little breath. “It’s pretty spicy.”

Teresa smirked and slipped into the room, flowing towards the bed and taking a seat on the edge of it.

“How spicy are we talking?” she asked.

Elizabeth didn’t reply verbally and instead made her way towards their closet. She opened it and rifled around inside until she found a transparent piece of tarp that was about three feet by three feet.

Teresa grinned as she saw it. “Oh, so you want me to piss on you for money?”

“I mean…” Elizabeth drew in a breath. “I mean only if you’re up for it, of course.”

“Babe, I’m always in favour of pissing on you,” Teresa said. “The fact that I get to do it for money is just an added benefit is all. Though I guess the big question is how do we make something like this hot?”

Elizabeth cocked a brow. “Isn’t it always hot?”

“Yeah, but like we’re trying to sell clips here and no one is going to buy a ten second snippet of me peeing on you,” Teresa explained. “We need to pad the content, you know?”

“I didn’t even think about that,” Elizabeth said.

She sighed and closed her eyes.

Why couldn’t anything be simple in her life?

Teresa snapped her fingers. “I’ll be right back?”

Elizabeth cracked open an eye as she watched Teresa return to the living room. Though she was only gone a moment before returning with a full bottle of water.

Teresa unscrewed the lid and took a very generous sip, sighing in relief as she did so.

“Better get hydrated,” she teased.

Elizabeth made her way back to the closet and peered inside. There were a whole lot of toys and tools within but she had little idea which of these would mesh well with watersports. Sure, they could delve into BDSM but they always delved into BDSM and she wanted something a little more vanilla tonight.

Or well, as vanilla as pissing could get.

“I think I have an idea,” Teresa said.

Elizabeth looked towards her. “And what’s that?”

Teresa tossed the closed bottle of water to Elizabeth. “Drink up.”

She then stood up and made her way towards their dresser, taking a knee and opening the bottom shelf. This was the one which housed all their underpants and socks.

“We need to figure out a scientific way to make the pee last longer,” Teresa explained.

Elizabeth snorted. “Scientific, eh?”

She then took a big mouthful of water for good measure.

Teresa nodded. “This is being workshopped by some of the brightest minds in urine. I’m telling you; we’re talking about PHDs in piss here.”

She drew out a rather boring pair of white panties, inspecting them. They seemed to pass whatever silent test she was putting them through as she nodded to herself and tossed them onto the bed.

“So, here’s what I’m thinking,” Teresa said, motioning with her hand. “I’ll start by pissing on your face.”

Elizabeth smirked. “Loving this so far.”

“You would,” Teresa murmured. She then shook her head. “Anyways, after I finish peeing on you, I could say a few mean words. Then you piss yourself while wearing these panties. Then we cram the panties in your mouth and put some tape overtop. After that?” She shrugged. “I don’t know… we do something sexy for a little while until we’ve got a couple minutes of content?”

“Some real thesis-level stuff there, babe,” Elizabeth teased.

Teresa shrugged. “That's what I got.”

She then grabbed the tarp from Elizabeth and laid it out upon the floor. While she did this, Elizabeth went over to the curtains and pulled them aside, allowing sunlight to flood into the room. Thankfully, it was still day time.

Elizabeth reached for the camera and tripod, setting them up with practiced ease. They had really made quite a few videos in this unit.

The thought struck her and she froze for a moment.

“Something the matter, babe?” Teresa asked.

Elizabeth shook her head. “It’s nothing. I just… are you ever surprised that this is our job now?”

“I mean, I guess a little bit,” Teresa said. “Never really thought that I’d have the looks to make it big in porn, you know?”

Elizabeth snorted.

“What?” Teresa asked, looking at her.

“We’re not really making it big in porn,” Elizabeth replied. “We’re not even making enough to match our monthly expenses.”

“I mean we’re making more than a lot of other girls,” Teresa said, flashing a smile. “Plus, we’ve only been at this for a couple of months now.” She then motioned towards her. “Anyways, get undressed so we can film this.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and reached for her blouse, yanking it off in one fluid motion. At this point, there was really no ceremony for her nudity. It was just another day on the job. She felt this lukewarm passivity as the rest of her clothes ended up in a pile out of frame.

Though she was pleased to still feel her heart skip a beat when she noticed Teresa was also stripping down.

Her girlfriend really was such a beautiful creature and Elizabeth couldn’t help but sigh fondly.

“What’s up?” Teresa asked.

Elizabeth smirked. “You’re just insanely beautiful.”

“Sighing fondly is bottom behaviour,” Teresa teased. “You know that, right?”

“S-shut up,” Elizabeth grumbled.

She grabbed the old white panties and slipped them on. They felt a little snug and were probably a pair she hadn’t worn in a very long time.

Elizabeth winked at Teresa before slapping her own ass. “How do I look?”

“Like a girl who’s about to get pissed on,” Teresa said, sticking out her tongue.

She then motioned to the sheet and Elizabeth kneeled down upon it.

Elizabeth felt a flutter within her chest, shivering with excitement. Like many trans girls, she may have had a few taboo fetishes but few of them hit as hard as good old fashion watersports. She bit her lip as she watched Teresa down the rest of her water before placing the empty bottle upon their dresser.

Teresa then sauntered over to the camera and was about to hit record but paused and knitted her brow.

“You know… I’m wondering if I’ll actually be able to pee on camera,” she commented.

Elizabeth snorted. “Really?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’m a little nervous about peeing in front of several hundred people,” Teresa said.

She stretched her arms above her head and pouted for a moment.

Elizabeth snickered. “I never took you as someone who would be camera shy.”

“I’m not shy,” Teresa chided. “Just performing on camera makes me nervous and when I’m nervous I can’t really pee as much.”

“Would you like a spiro?” Elizabeth teased.

Teresa shook her head. “I’m surprised that you even have any of those bastard pills left. No, I’m good with avoiding the taste of rotten mint, thank you very much.”

Finally, she sighed and taped the button on the camera.

“Fuck it, we’ll do it live,” she said.

There was a sudden shift in her demeanour as she flashed a cheeky smile at their future audience.

“Hey perverts, how are you doing today?” she asked, blowing them a kiss. “Me and Stacy thought we’d film you all a little going away present before our trip to Vancouver.” She waited a tick, as if a response would come. Though none did. “But don’t worry we’ll be back with tons of new content in the next few weeks.”

Elizabeth smirked. “Got a couple studios and actresses lined up and everything.”

“Don’t spoil too much now,” Teresa playfully chided, wagging a finger at her. “Don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

She drew away from the camera and made her way over to Elizabeth. Her hand soon rested upon her girlfriend’s shoulder as she moved around her in a lazy circle. It was like a hunter toying with their prey, trying to figure out the best angle of attack.

It was a posture that Elizabeth was very familiar with and made her crotch ache with anticipation.

Teresa grinned and faced the camera, resting one hand upon Elizabeth’s cheek.

“Why don’t you tell everyone what we have planned for today?” she asked.

Elizabeth shivered as Teresa gently stroked her complexion.

“Well, uh…” She couldn’t help but blush. “Mistress Rose is going to piss on me.”

Teresa snorted. “Probably not the biggest shock in the world but our darling Stacy is just a little bit of a piss slut.”

“Oh please,” Elizabeth retorted, batting her lashes. “I’m a piss lady.”

Teresa frowned and grabbed a nice fistful of Elizabeth’s hair, using her leverage to pull back and force her gaze upwards.

“Not while we’re on camera,” she said, her words as firm as her grip. “When we’re on camera you’re nothing but a dumb little slut, am I understood?”

Elizabeth’s breathing hitched and she attempted to nod. Though obviously she had little luck in doing so against her girlfriend’s iron grip.

So, she swallowed the lump in her throat. “Understood, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” Teresa said.

She let go of Elizabeth’s hair and instead kneeled behind her, reaching around and cupping her tits. Her grip started gently enough though she soon gave them a firm squeeze. Firm enough that she managed to elicit a tiny little mew of pleasure from her plaything.

“F-fuck,” Elizabeth whispered.

“Didn’t think I was going to go easy on you, did you?” Teresa teased. She nipped at her girlfriend’s ear. “Now I want you to beg for it, darling.”

Elizabeth’s complexion warmed even further and for a moment any statement that approached sounding coherent was lost to the miasma of her mind. It was hard to piece together even a single syllable let alone something as complex as an entire sentence.

“Use your words,” Teresa said.

Elizabeth shivered. “Please pee on me, Mistress Rose.”

“Well, if you insist,” Teresa replied, standing back up and coming around in front of her. “Open up…”

Elizabeth looked up and could see the smug little smile plastered on her girlfriend’s lip. She stood above Elizabeth, lording over her.

Right before Elizabeth’s face was Teresa’s pussy.

Teresa reached down and spread her lips, shuffling as she did so. The second ticked along, one after another, but nothing came forth.

Now Teresa bit her lip, her own complexion warming. “Motherfucker.”

It took Elizabeth a moment to realize what was happening.

“Stage fright,” she whispered, offering a playful smile.

Teresa nodded and looked at the camera. Upon seeing it, she giggled nervously.

“Fuck me,” she said.

Elizabeth smirked. “I’d tell you to imagine me in my underwear but well…” She motioned down at herself. “I think I’m a little further than that already.”

Teresa looked at her for a moment and attempted to remain serious. Though her composure soon cracked and she continued to giggle into the back of her hand.

“You’re breaking my character,” she whined.

Elizabeth snorted. “No offense, babe, but you’re already breaking character on your own.”

“You better be careful,” Teresa warned though there was literally no bite behind her words.

“Or what?” Elizabeth asked, tilting her head to the side. “You won’t pee on me?”

“Only good girls get what they want,” Teresa said.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and taped a finger against her chin.

“I have an idea,” she whispered. “What if I like… What if I piss myself first? Do you think that might settle your nerves?”

Teresa snorted. “Do you think you could even piss on camera?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” Elizabeth teased. “Won’t we?”

She drew in a breath and closed her eyes, trying to block out the outside world. All she could hear was Teresa’s breathing and her feet shuffling against the plastic.

Elizabeth’s brow furrowed and she thought urinating thoughts. Though honestly, she had no idea what those thoughts would be other than: ‘pee, pee, please pee.’

She now knew what Teresa meant, feeling the eyes of a hundred people upon her even if they weren’t there. Though there was something else in her mind, a little voice that revelled at the attention. A voice that came from a place of pride, cheering her on.

She could do this…

She could totally…

A moment later, she felt a moisture between her legs. It was warm and sinful, washing along her thighs and soaking into the cotton of her panties.

Elizabeth giggled as she ran through the motions, sighing in relief as she let her bladder go.

“Why do I like this so much?” she whispered.

Teresa snorted. “Because it’s taboo?”

The flow was brief but enough to utterly drench her pristine white panties in a solid soaking of piss. They stained the cotton a slight yellow and made the attire feel weird as the fabric clung to her dampened legs.

Elizabeth shifted slightly, shivering as she did so. Her cock started to harden, ever so slightly, pressing against the wet fabric.

She bit her lip and looked up at Teresa, winking at her. “Does that help?”

Teresa’s cheeks were tinted with a little red and she looked genuinely taken aback. Though her stupor was only temporary as she sucked in a breath and adopted her roguish character once again. She flashed a cocky smile and reached over, resting a hand upon the back of Elizabeth’s head.

“Well, you’re going to make me look bad if you can do it but I can’t,” she quipped.

She closed her eyes and steeled her jaw. It looked like she was deep in thought, trying to really focus upon her urge to piss.

“Come on,” she grumbled. “You can do this.”

Elizabeth shifted slightly, feeling the growing puddle of fluid underneath her as it continued to drip from her panties.

Then it came as Teresa let out a heavy sigh of relief. A moment later, her piss came forth, shooting directly into Elizabeth’s face. The first bit of her stream collided against her cheek and splashed outwards though Elizabeth soon adjusted and opened her mouth.

Soon that stream was falling upon her tongue as she quickly swallowed the golden gift that her mistress offered to her. The flavour was rich and salty, stale and ladened with a slightly earthy taste. It wasn’t pleasant though it wasn’t unpleasant either. The act of swallowing was what brought her joy, not the actual fluid in isolation.

Elizabeth’s cheeks continued to warm and soon she closed her mouth. The urine continued to come but she bathed her complexion in it, ensuring that both the feel and scent of it was upon her.

Though sadly, all good things had to come to an end as the stream tapered off. Elizabeth practically whined as it was reduced to a dribble, leaving her with just the memories and scent as a companion. Though both were still rich within her mind.

“Holy shit, babe,” Teresa whispered. “I think I drove you right into subspace with that.”

The words were foreign to her. It was like she was beyond comprehending speech, like she was beyond comprehending anything besides her own internal emotions and lust.

“Babe?” Teresa asked.

Elizabeth stirred. “Sorry, I uh…” She giggled like the brainless bimbo she was. “I think I really like watersports.”

She sucked in a breath, still tasting the lingering vestiges of piss upon the air. It was so tantalizing, so sinful within her hormone ladened psyche.

Teresa smirked and reached forth, stroking her cheek. “You’re adorable.”

She then drew away and made her way over to the camera, picking up before returning.

Elizabeth smiled as the camera was brought over, ensuring that she looked as eager as possible for all of those nice close ups. She honestly couldn’t wait to get around to editing the footage, wondering how well the piss would come through.

Teresa did a couple laps around her before returning to the tripod and affixing the camera back in place.

She then approached Teresa and snapped her fingers. “Panties off.”

The snap made Elizabeth rigid and the firmness of her voice was enough to get her into action. She tugged her panties off and held them out, feeling the moisture dripping off of them and coating her fingers.

Teresa took them from her, grimacing slightly as she felt that very same moisture.

“Open up,” she ordered.

Elizabeth didn’t need to be asked twice as she opened her mouth nice and wide. Even from here she could still pick up on the strong smells coming off of her soiled panties, wondering how potent the flavour would be.

Teresa didn’t give her what she wanted immediately and instead went over to the dresser where she grabbed a sturdy-looking roll of tape. It would get the job done nicely.

Only with that in hand, did she return to Elizabeth. She grinned as she balled up the panties and pressed them into her beloved’s mouth. Deeper and deeper they went until the entire mass of soaking wet cotton was upon her tongue.

They tasted potent and powerful, drenched in that tantalizing flavour that Elizabeth was looking for. She could feel the liquid soak through and onto her tongue, making her instinctively swallow in an effort to savour it fully.

“Taste alright?” Teresa asked.

Elizabeth nodded quickly.

Teresa snorted. “Didn’t think you’d complain.”

She started to pull out the tape and tore off a piece. This went right over top of the panties, ensuring that they stayed anchored tightly in place. Though one piece hardly offered enough visual appeal as she tore off a couple more and placed them overtop as well.

By the end, Elizabeth had no hope of pushing back against the sturdy embrace of tape. She shivered as she reached between her legs. For a moment, she assumed that Teresa would stop her. However, her girlfriend proved supportive, merely watching her go about things.

She clumsily fondled at her adorable little hen, stroking it gently. It was already partially hard though it didn’t take much stroking to get it full erect within the palm of her hand. Once there, she stroked it back and forth in shallow little motions. Her lustful pawing was swift and animalistic, a gesture that was fed by hormones instead of rational thoughts.

A faint moan rumbled forth, constrained by the gag, though barely.

Teresa moved away and back towards the dresser, popping open the drawer that held all of their fun little accessories. She drew forth a magic wand and flicked it onto one of its more intense settings. The thrum of vibrations ebbed loudly through the air.

She approached and came up behind Elizabeth, kneeling behind her once again.

A single amused note escaped Teresa’s lips. “You smell like piss, dear.”

Elizabeth snorted with what limited capacity she still had left to do so.

Warm urine leaked from the oversaturated fabric and coated Elizabeth’s tongue. She savoured the essence and powerful taste of her own urine. It was salty and potent, like a thin broth.

Though even more leaked out and drizzled onto her collarbone and chest.

A faint moan oozed forth and her eyes started to flutter as she drove ever closer to her own climax. It was amazing what nothing but a vibrator and a little bodily fluids could do to her mind.

She huffed against the gag and closed her eyes tight, grinding against the ever-present magic wand between her legs. Her grinding grew swifter and swifter as she pressed harder and harder against the device. There was a desperation to this, a raw desire to bring herself to climax.

Soon, a mighty growl of pleasure ebbed forth from the gag, as she let out a shuddering sigh of satisfaction. She was so close, so very very close. Yet, there was just something holding her back. There was some nagging little voice in the back of her mind that kept her on the brink.

“You seem to be having trouble, hun,” Teresa teased. “Can’t get off unless I’m actively imperiling you?”

Elizabeth cracked open an eye and watched as Teresa came up behind her, taking a knee.

Teresa grabbed the wand for herself and Elizabeth’s hands slipped away, falling to her piss-stained thighs. Her girlfriend’s other hand went for her throat, cupping it gently though applying no real force.

Still, even the presence of fingers was enough to get Elizabeth excited, was enough to make her make all sorts of adorable little noises into the fabric of her gag.

Teresa snorted and shifted her head to look directly at the camera. “You’ve seen it live, folks. All it takes is the threat of choking this little whore and she gets all riled up.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “But now the question is, should I give it to her?”

Elizabeth whined.

“See, she’s so desperate,” Teresa teased. “I can’t just give her what she wants.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Or can I?”

Elizabeth’s only tool in this position was to whine even louder, hoping that sounding desperate enough would get her what she wanted.

In the end, Teresa sighed loudly and shook her head.

“She’s just too adorable to deny,” she murmured as she taped a finger against her girlfriend’s carotids. “Deep breath, babe.”

Elizabeth drew one in and a moment later, Teresa pressed down upon her arteries.

At the same time, she turned the wand on to one of its highest settings. The vibrations were incredible, sending a frantic wave of energy coursing through every single nerve in Elizabeth’s body. It was like having a livewire of raw pleasure applied directly to her system.

She groaned against the gag and once more closed her eyes.

The pressure on her arteries was enough that her brain started to get that tantalizing little heat in the back of it, that little note of pleasure that revelled in the fact that she was asphyxiating. It was such a beautiful sensation, toying with her thoughts and adding further fuel to the fire within her loins.

Elizabeth shivered, feeling herself get so woefully close to the objective. She was right on the brink, right on the precipice of utter euphoria.

Then she wasn’t as she tilted over the edge. At that moment, she was plunging into the depths of her own pleasure. She cried out against the gag and felt a bolt of raw energy course through her entire system.

Her cock twitched and she could feel the feeblest of strands erupt from the tip. It was pitiful but made up for it with its raw passion. It was like compressing the pleasure of a full orgasm into a microcosm. It was like a nebula of lust and pent-up stress burning up in a fraction of second.

Teresa relaxed her grip and instead helped ease Elizabeth back into her embrace. She held her tight and cooed softly into her ear.

The wand fell away and soon another hand reached up and started to peel away the sturdy gag that crammed between her lips.

The taste of piss was nice but only in moderation and Elizabeth was relieved as it was finally eased out.

She panted for breath and offered a shaky smile. “Fucking hell.”

“Good?” Teresa asked.

“Very good,” Elizabeth replied. “That was really freaking good.”

Teresa dropped the panties onto the plastic mat and patted Elizabeth on the shoulder.

“Mind if I go shut off the camera?” she asked.

Elizabeth shook her head. “Go for it.”

Teresa took the chance and peeled away, making her way over to the camera at a slow wobble. She reached for it and turned it off before flashing a tight smile at Elizabeth.

“Think that’ll tide us over while we’re in Vancouver” she asked.

Elizabeth shrugged. “I’ll be honest, I think we might’ve gotten a little too self-indulgent with this one. I’m sure there’s a few fans out there with a piss kink though I doubt it’ll sell especially well.”

“Do you ever…” Teresa started before pausing for a moment.

“Do I ever?” Elizabeth asked.

Teresa shook her head. “Sorry, just… do you ever think about how weird our lives have become? Like a couple months ago we were just two girls living on CERB and now we’re making a not insignificant amount of money urinating on camera.”

“I mean I said the same thing earlier,” Elizabeth teased. “But yes, it’s extremely weird that we’ve gotten this far.”

She looked down at the plastic sheet and soiled panties, realizing that she was still kneeling in her own piss. And not only her own piss but a rapidly cooling puddle of her own piss. So, she reluctantly stood up, wobbling as her post-orgasm legs threatened to give out from under her.

“You know what’s going to suck,” Elizabeth grumbled.

Teresa smirked. “Cleaning this up.”

“There’s just so much fucking piss,” Elizabeth said, shaking her head. “Where have we been hiding this?”

Teresa cocked a brow and held up two completely empty and extremely large water bottles. She shook them back and forth before Elizabeth’s eyes, revealing their trade secret.

“Fair,” Elizabeth chided.

Teresa smirked and moved towards the door. “Come on, let’s go get some puppy pads and clean this mess up.”

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