Quaffing Christine: The Bet

This is the continuation of 'Quaffing Christine: The Wish', wherein a mischievous Christine develops a penchant for peeing into her semi-willing partner Justin and coerces his agreement to a full 'Princess Day' of pampering and servitude. We pick up where we left off, on the evening of 'Princess Day', with Christine intentionally filling up on asparagus then requesting oral sex with a full bladder.

This story is written from the perspectives of both Christine and Justin, showing each of their unique experiences. When you see a break like '---', it represents a gap in time or switch of perspective.

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Christine, lying on her back, shuddered and let out an involuntary little squeal as Justin's tongue brushed against her clit. "God, why is this so intense," she thought between spasms of ecstasy.

She had never been eaten out with such a full bladder before, always making sure she was empty to avoid any "accidents". Now she was regretting not trying this sooner. The constant pressure was turning every little lick and swipe of Justin's tongue into an electric jolt coursing through her body.

And then she thought about what that bladder was full of, and what her garlic asparagus pee would taste like to Justin as she poured it down his throat. The thought sent nearly feverish waves of anticipation through her, still bucking from Justin's oral skills.

Then, for a moment, Christine felt a twinge of guilt. Here was the man she loved deeply, sending her to paradise after willingly fulfilling her every wish all day; and she was about to torture him by literally feeding him some of the nastiest urine a toilet can receive.

The guilt didn't last long. The idea alone filled her with pangs of pleasure. She enjoyed what she was doing to him and loved how willing he was to accept it, to please her, because he loved her.

Justin's tongue started rapidly circling directly on her clit. "Oh god," Christine screamed as her orgasm sent her muscles into involuntary spasms, "I can't hold... get ready!"

Then she lost all control.

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Justin eagerly lapped at Christine's pussy, just how he knew she liked it, loving every pulse he caused in her. After all, this was one of his favorite ways to pleasure her. "Finally," he thought, "I'm really getting to enjoy myself on this 'princess day' of hers."

He noticed that his lover tasted slightly... "funkier" than usual. Suddenly, he realized this must be another effect of that damn curry she gobbled down for dinner. Justin became keenly aware of the swollen bulge of Christine's bladder inches away from his mouth and of what its contents had in store for him. "I guess I'll soon find out how asparagus tastes secondhand," he reluctantly realized.

He tried to put the thought to the back of his mind to focus on the task at hand. "Maybe if I give her an exceptionally good orgasm she'll relent," he considered to himself; though he wasn't sure he really believed that. Justin moved to focus his intensity on Christine's clit, rapidly circling it in response to her moans.

"Oh god," Christine shrieked, "I can't hold... get ready!"

Justin had little time to ready himself for what he knew was coming. He was barely able to place his open mouth on her vulva before a jet of liquid impacted his tongue. He prepared to swallow like before, but...

Aughhh! The taste was much worse even than he had imagined! How could such a lovely person produce such an awful thing from such a sexy pussy? Justin barely had time to register the flavor before he practically-involuntarily coughed, spraying Christine's pee all over her belly and the bed. Her stream continued to flow; and although Justin managed with difficulty to keep his mouth in place, he couldn't bring himself to swallow such nasty piss down to his stomach, instead allowing it to dribble out and soak the sheets beneath Christine's butt. The liquid was just too foul.

A few seconds later, Justin felt Christine's orgasm subside. She immediately sat up.

"What the hell happened?" The expression on her face had turned from ecstasy into irritation and disgust. "How dare you soak me in smelly piss, and on my princess day!"

Justin sat, mouth agape, still gagging on the remnants of Christine's waste, shocked into silence.

"You'd better clean up this mess, the whole bed smells awful. It'd better not have soaked through to the mattress!"

And with that, Christine stormed off to the bathroom. Justin slowly began stripping down the bedding, feeling disappointed in himself, and still unable to escape the taste in his mouth.

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For the first time that day, Christine felt miffed. Maybe she had been a little harsh on him earlier, but she still wasn't happy about being sprayed.

"The day was going so well!" she reflected as she exited the shower, "Why couldn't he have just gotten it down like the other times. I was so looking forward to seeing his face with his stomach full of my asparagus pee."

The freshly clean feeling after her shower was nice. Much nicer than being soaked in stinky piss. After preparing the delicately balanced towel wrap on her head, Christine peeked around the corner into the bedroom. The mattress was stripped and Justin was gone. "At least he's actually cleaning up," she thought, knowing how rare it was for Justin to do the washing.

Despite the latest mishap, Christine's princess day had gone quite well so far. She got to kick back and relax while someone else did all the chores, enjoyed being waited on for her every need, and was thrilled by the mostly-acceptable performance of her human toilet for the day.

She plopped down on the easy chair in the bedroom, daydreaming about Justin planting his mouth over her hole on demand and sucking down whatever she released for him. Lost in thought, her hand drifted between her legs and she started gently rubbing herself.

Even with all of Justin's successes that day, Christine couldn't get her mind away from thoughts of pushing his boundaries. "It's too bad I stuffed myself with asparagus for nothing," she thought. "I wonder if I can conjure up a few more dregs..."

Pushing on her bladder, she could feel the tiniest hint of an urge. It wouldn't be much, and it probably wouldn't be as potent as the fresh load; but if she waited longer, her carefully curated asparagus-derived flavor would become even more dilute.

"Oh hoooooneeeeeey," she called out, putting on her best cute voice.

Moments later, Justin poked his head in the door. "Yes dear... err, princess?"

"I have a little more pee for you. Get down on the floor. And this time, do not spill!"

"Yes princess," Justin muttered, looking a bit queasy, before slowly lying down.

Christine thought about giving him a kiss to help motivate him, but leaning forward, she caught a whiff of his breath. "Eww," she thought, recoiling, "That smell is persistent."

She crouched to cover Justin's mouth with her genitals in the now-familiar position and immediately started to push. With so little pee in her, it was taking much longer than usual to get started. After a minute of trying, she was finally able to dribble a few drops into his mouth. It wasn't a lot, but she hoped it still had at least some of that flavor.

Below her, Christine could feel Justin swallow once, then dutifully raise his tongue to collect the last remnants. She stood up to find Justin looking a bit relieved, and she once again felt a little disappointed that most of her potency was wasted.

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Justin laid in bed with Christine, staring at the clock while Christine read her book. It read 11:54 - almost midnight. "This day is almost over!" he thought, "I hope she doesn't try to use me again in the last few minutes. Then, finally back to normal!"

There was good reason for Justin to be concerned. He knew that Christine hadn't gone in several hours, not since she had given him those couple of drops earlier. Those definitely tasted pretty funky, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the flood of pure asparagus pee she had tried to get him to consume earlier. Thinking back to it, he felt a little sick. He really wanted to please Christine on her princess day, but in that case, he just couldn't do it.

After what seemed like an eternity, the clock finally hit 12:00. A tremendous wave of relief flooded over Justin as he laid back, closing his eyes.

Right then, he felt Christine yank down his boxers and suck his penis into her mouth. He yelped a little in surprise but rapidly got rock hard as her skilled tongue swirled around his member.

"It's a good thing she hasn't used me recently or I might've been too waterlogged to enjoy this," Justin thought as Christine's head bobbed up and down.

As she pleasured him, Justin's mind drifted to the events of the day. There were definitely a few gross exceptions, but for the most part, being Christine's toilet wasn't as repulsive as he had expected. He recollected the feeling and taste of chugging down one of her more "mild" loads and felt his cock throb a little more intensely inside her warm mouth. The pressure was quickly mounting.

"I'm cummin... ahhhhhhhhhh," Justin grunted, fireworks exploding in his head as he pumped his semen into his lover's mouth. He finished and collapsed back onto the bed, only for Christine to spit it all out onto his chest.

Justin couldn't help but feel a little offended. "Hey..." he said with a hint of disappointment, "I've been literally chugging down your piss all day long, and you can't swallow one load of my cum?"

"Princesses don't need to swallow bodily fluids, that's your job," she replied. "Besides, with all the pee you've been drinking, your cum is probably mostly my pee anyway, and there's no way I'm swallowing pee."

Justin sat up. "It's not your princess day anymore. Check the clock - it's past midnight."

"Oh sweetie, do you not remember what you signed?" Christine said sweetly.

Looking back blankly, Justin let out an "uh..."

In moments, the signed wish - or was it a contract? - was out of Christine's bag and in front of his face. She pointed to the line:

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If you displease me, or fail to completely fulfill your duties to my satisfaction, My Princess Day will repeat until you have satisfied me.

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"See here? Do you think spraying me with loads of hot piss counts as fulfilling your duties? I was certainly displeased and dissatisfied."

Justin frowned and said, "Look, honey, I've played your game and fulfilled your wish the whole day. It's been a lot. I know I signed this, but..."

Christine cut him off. "You made a promise! You can't just break a promise to me that easily."

Justin thought for a moment. "Her argument could have merit, it wouldn't be right to break a promise. On the other hand, she did intentionally fill up on asparagus just to make me suffer. And it was a very long day..."

His hesitation must have shown on his face. Christine piped up, "You know what? You were mostly good yesterday. I'll make you a deal. If you stick to your promise, successfully and satisfactorily fulfill my wish for a full day; I'll grant any one wish you have for me in return."

Justin pondered some more. "Any wish of mine eh?" he thought. "That's mighty tempting. And I did promise."

"Ok, I'll do it," Justin said timidly. Almost immediately, a slight sense of impending doom began to enter his consciousness, and his stomach churned a little in anticipation of the coming trial.

"Wonderful!" Christine exclaimed, giving him a huge bear hug. "We're going to have so much fun together! Again!"

Justin sat in silence, thinking about the previous day behind him, and the upcoming one ahead. He thought about how much difficulty he had getting down her morning piss yesterday, then came to a realization. Last night, she made him prepare several drinks for her at night and used him several times before morning. Tonight, she hadn't used him in hours, and she hadn't been drinking much either. If something didn't change, his morning drink might end up being unmanageably concentrated and gross. Especially considering the potential for remaining effects from her dinner.

He was faced with a dilemma. Encourage her to drink something, knowing that he'll probably be woken up to stomach it in the middle of the night; or say nothing, and risk dealing with a much nastier morning experience even than yesterday?

The former sounded preferable. Justin spoke up. "Hey, uh, Princess, would you like me to make you a drink?"

"No hon, I'm not thirsty. Besides, I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night again. I'm a bit hungry though, you can get me some of those potato chips. Then come back and give me a massage."

"Yes Princess."

---

Christine groggily opened her eyes as dim morning sunlight filled the room. It felt strange - for the second day in a row, she woke up before Justin; usually he's the early riser. Strange, but nice, just lying there waking up on her own time.

Eyes closed again, still only half awake, she let out a happy little moan and smiled. "This is going to be a good day," she thought.

Her thoughts drifted to the lightly snoring man lying next to her. Oh how she loved him, and she knew how much he loved her. He's already gone so far for her desires, and there's still another full princess day ahead for them both.

Christine became aware of a moderate pressure in her bladder. "Ooh, this is going to be fun," she thought, realizing that she hadn't peed at all since early evening. "I bet this'll be super strong for him."

It wasn't particularly urgent yet, so Christine took pity on Justin and let him sleep a bit longer. She got out of bed, stretched, and quietly headed toward the kitchen.

Browsing her coffee collection to decide on this morning's caffeine carrier, she began to consider which flavors would have the greatest "downstream impact". Soon enough, a heaping mound of extra-dark blend was in the coffee maker and a high-temperature brew dripped out.

The ritual avocado toast was next. But why prepare her own breakfast when she could just get Justin to do it? Christine considered waking him up for it but decided again to let him sleep a little more. He needed to be well-rested to be able to serve her properly. The toast could wait. She sat down at their little kitchen table scrolling on her phone.

"Doh, I almost forgot the Eagles game is today," she thought, coming across an article on the subject. "Hmm, are we meeting up with the neighbors for a watch party for this one?"

Sometimes on Sunday game days, they'd get together with a handful of neighbors they'd met over time with a shared enthusiasm for the sport. Just a casual thing, usually at some bar or restaurant decked out with televisions, typically a dozen or so people depending on who all showed up.

Christine checked her calendar. "Yep, meeting at The Rusty Fork around 1. I should have Justin prepare some snacks for everyone."

Whether a result of getting up and moving around, or the diuretic effect of the caffeine, it didn't take long before Christine's urge became far more urgent. She set her coffee down and headed back to the bedroom.

"Good morning sunshine!" she gleefully called out. "Princess has your breakfast orange juice - or yellow juice I suppose - ready for you!" Christine couldn't suppress a light giggle.

Justin rolled over and opened his eyes. "Hrmmmgrrph," he grumbled.

"Wake up sleepyhead, I gotta go, c'mon!"

"Christine, it's early, I'm tired..." complained Justin.

"That's your problem not mine, I gotta go now! Don't forget your promise; and I'll only give you your own wish if you're good."

Justin sighed. "Yes Princess." He rotated himself on the bed into position.

"There we go!" Christine exclaimed happily. "Get ready, this one might be a doozy!"

And with that, she mounted Justin's face and pressed down to tightly seal. "No spills this time," she thought to herself.

It took Christine a moment to fully relax, then her urine started to trickle out of her pussy into Justin's waiting mouth. Justin immediately tensed up and jerked a little under her - he hadn't done that before, it must be particularly unpleasant for him. Seconds later, she felt him swallow, feeling elated that he managed it.

She could tell that she'd been right about her piss being extra strong. This was the kind of morning pee that tingled a little, almost stinging a tiny bit, as it left her pee hole and grazed the sensitive flesh of her vulva. Christine decided to help him out a little and tried to control her stream, feeding the potent liquid to her lover slower than her usual flow.

Oddly, she began to smell something. It definitely smelled like morning piss, but that didn't make sense, she was sealed tightly to Justin's face. Then she realized - some smell must be wafting outwards through Justin's nostrils, enough that she could smell it herself. The realization filled her with glee.

Christine finished her pee, pushing to eject the last few drops, then got up off Justin's face. He sharply gasped with a shell-shocked expression.

"Very good boy. You look like you've been through hell!" Christine said with a giggle. "Thank you dear, I needed that."

"Anything for you, Princess," Justin croaked, looking a little green.

"It's time for my Sunday morning hike dear," Christine explained. "I know you don't usually join me, but you've got to tag along this time, in case you're needed, you know. My avocado toast needs making, so you need to get up and get started."

Noticing a much more intense smell after getting up, she added, "And make sure to wash your mouth out before you go, or you'll be driving separately!"

She headed back to the kitchen to continue working on her coffee. "This is going to be a good day," she thought, smiling to herself. Behind her, Justin was still lying there looking shell-shocked.

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"Come on, keep up!" Justin heard Christine call from up ahead on the trail.

Justin normally didn't lag behind, but he was feeling sluggish today, plus Christine made him carry both his pack and hers. Last night he hadn't gotten much sleep. Every time his eyes closed, thoughts of being used as a bodily fluid waste receptacle swirled in his head. Even though he had tried to resist, Justin's mind had kept involuntarily picturing the warm, funky liquid that was slowly filling his sleeping lover's bladder next to him. This was the morning pee he'd soon be tasked to imbibe; and based on Christine's lack of evening hydration or urination, his imagination had been running wild with concepts of the upcoming taste and experience.

And oh boy, that experience certainly exceeded all expectations. The previous morning, Christine's pee had been pretty strong - the salt and musk were concentrated, but it was about what he had expected. This morning, however, her morning piss was something else entirely. It burned his mouth and tongue, and even his throat as he barely managed to gulp it down. The muskiness was still there, but he only noticed it as an aftertaste once his mouth was clear - the burning just overpowered everything else. It hadn't agreed with his stomach either; even now, little burps kept coming up, each one providing a fresh reminder of the taste and smell.

Justin hurried to catch back up to Christine. Damn her backpack was heavy. He wondered what all she kept in there. No wonder she was making him handle it for her.

"Can you hand me some water dear?" she asked sweetly.

He pulled the pink Nalgene bottle out of her bag and handed it to her. After a few mouthfuls, she thanked him, and handed it back to him.

About to place the bottle back into the bag, Justin noticed it was still pretty close to full. And Christine looked to be sweating quite a bit. Wanting to avoid a repeat of his wake-up experience, he decided once again that he'd prefer drinking more pee to drinking nastier pee. "Would you like a bit more water Princess? You're looking pretty sweaty." he asked, holding the bottle back out to her.

"Thanks dear. I'm good though, I'll tell you when I need something from you," she replied.

Justin returned the water bottle to her bag and continued walking beside her. Even though his stomach was literally roiling with Christine's piss, he found himself overcome by her cuteness. She just looked so joyful, looking around at the trees and flowers, deftly stepping over branches and muddy patches, her hair blowing in the light breeze.

"Hold my hand dear, don't you like me anymore?" she asked playfully, giving her lover's butt a squeeze.

"Of course," Justin replied, slipping his hand into hers. In that moment, he felt a huge rush of affection for Christine and leaned in for a kiss.

She pursed her lips, leaning in toward Justin. Just then, one of those little burps involuntarily escaped Justin's belly.

"Eww!" Christine exclaimed, recoiling, "I can still smell it! Gross!"

Quickly, her expression changed to an impish smirk. "I guess I can't really complain though," she said, slipping her hand back into Justin's. "Here, you can still hold my hand."

A few minutes later, Justin heard Christine say what he knew was coming: "Let's stop here for a minute dear, I have need of your services."

He sighed. "Yes Princess. Ok, how do you want to do this?"

"Give me my bag."

Justin handed over her bag and watched as she rummaged through it, pulling out an oddly-shaped pink rubber object. "What's that?" he asked with a mix of curiosity and dread.

"You haven't seen these before? It's called a she-wee, I use it all the time on my hikes. Basically, it's a funnel that lets me pee like one of you boys!" Christine exclaimed with a cute little giggle. "I don't usually have a mouth attached to the other end though, so this'll be extra special."

The concept was starting to become clear to Justin. "I guess this should work," he thought, though he felt a tinge of disappointment that he wouldn't be getting direct contact with Christine's genitals. Out loud, he asked, "Where do you want me?"

He watched as she stood up on a large fallen log off to the side of the trail and pulled down her pants. "This should work nicely, kneel before your princess," she commanded. "But before you enjoy the fruits of my bladder, how about you give Princess a little tongue pleasure?"

"Yes Princess."

Kneeling in front of Christine, Justin awkwardly contorted his neck to reach her slit with his tongue. She was definitely pretty sweaty down there, and a little stinky. He knew she wouldn't accept that as an excuse, so he tentatively extended his tongue and inserted it between her sexy lips.

"What are you waiting for? Where's the enthusiasm?" Christine prodded, clearly aware of his hesitation.

Justin bit the bullet and dove right in. Despite her sweatiness and the pain in his neck, he always enjoyed planting his tongue deep into her folds. He slid his tongue up and down her sex getting into every little pocket and crease. Christine's hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer, and he heard her moan with pleasure.

Just as the salty, sweaty taste was being replaced by the sweeter taste of Christine's arousal, she pulled his head away. "Ok good boy, time for business," she declared.

"Yes Princess."

She placed the pink funnel over her crotch, and without even being asked, Justin took the end into his mouth. He thought he tasted a hint of something stale on it. "Did she even wash this after she used it last?" he wondered.

He heard the light hiss of Christine releasing her urine and, moments later, it reached his taste buds.

Justin wrinkled his nose involuntarily. Luckily, this didn't burn his mouth and nose like her morning pee had; but it was extremely potent, and very different. Oddly, that familiar salty taste was gone, she must have lost too much salt in her sweat. Instead, that musky flavor was back, and it was incredibly intense.

As Christine's waste coated his tongue, Justin realized he could differentiate a lot more of the flavors. Without the burning sensation or salt bomb, the taste he was getting must have been the pure taste of Christine. The coffee taste was especially prevalent, but he was pretty sure he could taste some avocado as well from her breakfast. But not the full avocado flavor, just an odd mixture of some components of it.

As he swallowed, he found himself savoring the light avocado taste. It didn't last long though as the reality of what he was doing set in. How could he be enjoying the taste of literal piss? He forced himself to continue, and several ounces later, Christine's flow diminished, then stopped.

The pink funnel dropped. "Good boy!" she exclaimed, clearly pleased. "Now lick me clean. For once I don't have to use leaves."

Justin obeyed, once again bending his neck back and plunging his tongue into her slippery crevice. Christine began moaning almost immediately.

A twig snapped around the corner, startling them both. Hurriedly, Christine jumped down from the log and yanked up her pants. Justin stood up, grabbing the highly-visible bright pink funnel, and barely managed to hold it behind his back as a jogger rounded the corner.

The jogger quickly passed. The two lovers stared at each other for a moment, then Christine burst out laughing.

"That was close," she giggled quietly. "Well dear, now that I'm empty and you're fully hydrated, let's get back to the hike."

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Christine got back to the car, breathing heavily after the long hike. "Ohhh Justinnnnn, where aaaaare yooooooou," she called out behind her.

"Right here," Justin called back as he laboriously stepped off the trail into the parking lot.

Car door open, Christine perched on the seat with her legs hanging outside, waiting for him to catch up to her again. She felt worn out, but also flushed with arousal.

Justin reached the car. "How are you doing dear?" asked Christine.

"I gotta take a leak," he puffed. "Would you mind keeping watch?"

"Again? This is the fourth time. I've only had to go once."

"Yes, I know," Justin remarked wryly. "I'm staying properly hydrated, unlike you, plus I'm peeing for two, as you well know."

Christine smiled. "Ok. Fair enough." She glanced around for other passersby, then, seeing none, added, "Go ahead."

Standing behind the car, Justin pulled down his fly and let rip, loudly splashing on the grass.

A thought occurred to Christine. That splashing pee was just as much hers as it was Justin's. A good fraction of the fluid and a whole host of electrolytes and waste products were from her after all, passing all the way through her, and now passing through her loving partner as well.

The splashing finished and he walked around toward the driver's door.

"Wait," interrupted Christine, "It's my turn."

"Yes Princess. How do you want me?"

Christine considered her options. Could he lie down in the back of the hatchback? No, there wouldn't be a good place for her. Maybe in the back seat? Hmm that also wouldn't work for them both. She had an idea. "Never-mind, get in the car, I'll be right there."

She grabbed Justin's bag and pulled out his transparent Nalgene bottle. There wasn't much water left - he was indeed hydrating much better than she was. With the remaining water dumped out, Christine squatted behind the car, held the bottle to her pussy, and let loose. She didn't have much, but she could tell by the color that this was going to be fun for Justin. Or at least, fun for her watching Justin.

Christine got into the passenger door and handed the bottle to Justin. "Look, just 3 ounces," she said, pointing to the scale on the side. "You'd better finish that by the time we get home. Chauffeur, off we go!"

---

Justin was having a little trouble focusing on driving, his mind and stomach awash with Christine's fluids. He was about halfway home but had only taken a single sip from his bottle. That one was swallowed successfully, but the thought of quaffing the rest of the bottle of Christine's piss made his stomach churn. The persistent taste in his mouth wouldn't allow him to fool himself into thinking it was less unpleasant. Knowing what he had to do, he kept glancing over at it, steeling his nerves for the task at hand.

"Hey hon, stop at Taco Bell on the way. It's lunchtime and I'm getting hungry." Christine patted her belly.

It was hard to think about food right now, but Justin knew that, at least for today, his opinion didn't matter. "Yes Princess."

"Make it quick, we don't have much time to eat before the watch party."

"Watch party?" Justin asked in a confused voice. "Oh yeah, I forgot we were going to do that. We really don't have to go if you don't want to."

"We should go, they'll be expecting us. We missed the last one, remember? And it's important to keep up a friendly relationship with our neighbors. Aren't you excited for the game?"

Normally, Justin would indeed be very excited for the game, eager to knock a few back while loudly cheering on the home team. But for the moment, his mind was in a very different place.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm excited," he replied, acutely aware of the hesitation in his own voice.

Luckily, the drive-through line was empty. They were able to pull right up to the speaker.

"Bzzt. Welcome to Taco Bell, what can we make you? Click." crackled the voice on the speaker.

Justin, sitting in the driver's seat, spoke up first. "Three soft tacos with hot sauce please."

"Bzzt. Three soft tacos, hot sauce. Anything else?"

"A crunchwrap supreme and a side of baked beans please. And an iced tea." Christine shouted over Justin.

"Bzzt. One crunchwrap with beans and an iced tea. And a drink for you sir?"

Justin began to respond. "Uh, I'll take...", but he was interrupted by Christine.

"No thank you, we're good, he's already got something!" Christine smirked at him, pointedly looking at the bottle.

"Bzzt. Thank you. Please pull around to the window."

While waiting at the window, Justin took a deep breath, unscrewed the cap, and took another sip. "Yuck, it's cooling down, and that's somehow making it even worse than before," he thought.

Thinking about the importance of quickly ingesting the rapidly cooling liquid before it became increasingly unpalatable, his mind drifted to considering the source of that heat in the first place. It was body heat - core body heat - from the core of the love of his life. Despite the reality of the taste in his mouth, somehow, this thought was turning him on. Justin unscrewed the cap and took another sip.

---

Christine sat next to Justin at The Rusty Fork, a local sports bar & grill. It was a busy day, but the group had managed to pull together a few tables, watching the game together on any one of the dozens of televisions mounted around the establishment. There were about ten people in their group this time. Christine had seen all of them around the building but only really knew a few of them. She was chatting animatedly with their neighbor from down the hall, one of the few other women in the group.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in cheers. Looking up at the screen, Christine saw that the Eagles had scored a touchdown, tying the score. She smiled and clapped, noticing that Justin had gone full on fanboy, standing up and hooting at the screen. She laughed, shaking her head. He was so into the game, it was adorable. It was only the first quarter, he'd have plenty of time to get excited.

Throwing her head back, she poured the rest of her glass into her mouth. Justin was right, she did need to hydrate better. Beer might not be the best choice for hydration but it sure seemed to hit the spot. She tugged on Justin's shirt. "Fetch me another one dear?" she asked with a smile.

He looked back at her. Quickly, his enthusiastic expression changed to a quizzical one. "So soon? That was already your second pint."

"What can I say, I'm thirsty! Now go fetch."

"Yes Princ... err... dear."

Justin returned a few minutes later with a brimming glass and rejoined the table. Christine immediately got to work enjoying her beverage, her conversation periodically punctuated by oohs, cheers, and other collective noises from the crowd.

"Mmm, this beer is running right through me," she thought, feeling the pressure in her abdomen. Then she announced out loud, "Be right back, gonna hit the head."

Along the back of the restaurant was a row of a half dozen doors, each a small unisex bathroom stall. Christine entered one with a 'Vacant' label and shut the door. "Eww, someone needs to clean up in here. Good thing I don't need to sit on that disgusting toilet seat."

She got out her phone and texted Justin: "second door from the left, knock once, hurry up!!!"

A minute later she heard a single knock at the door and briefly unlocked it, letting Justin inside.

Definitely tipsy, Christine pulled Justin's face toward hers for a passionate kiss. Fortunately, the pee smell on his breath had been replaced by a much preferable light hint of tortilla and ground beef. "That won't last for much longer," she thought, "I'd better make this kiss a good one."

"C'mon get yourself ready, I gotta go," Christine prompted, looking pointedly at the floor.

Justin surveyed the floor shining with patches of unknown liquid, then responded, "I don't want to lie down in that; I know I'm your toilet today, but I don't want to get random strangers' piss on me."

"Ok, fair enough. Here, try this."

She pulled out several wads of toilet paper and covered a small patch of the floor, then said, "Sit here, then lean back."

Justin did as he was told, leaning backwards, using his arms to support himself. Christine pulled down her pants then waddled up to Justin's head, straddling his face.

"My neck hurts," complained Justin, his voice muffled by Christine's flesh.

She reached down, held the back of his head, and pulled him tightly to her. "Is that better dear?"

"Mmmghmm," came the reply.

"Ok, here goes!"

Christine relaxed and allowed the copious volume of beer piss to flow past Justin's waiting lips and into his belly. She felt him rapidly swallowing below her, audibly gulping. "He's getting good at this," she thought, increasing her arousal.

She strained to release the last few drops. "Clean me."

Justin gently stroked Christine's wet vulva with his tongue. She was getting progressively hornier but knew they couldn't plausibly stay in there much longer.

Dismounting his face with a cute little hop, she had one more command: "Dry me up dear."

Justin looked around for a moment then grabbed a few sheets of toilet paper. Still kneeling, he carefully patted down her damp bush.

For some reason, Christine found it very cute to watch him wiping her. Especially after submissively swallowing down her bladder full of hot urine. "Good boy." She patted him on the head with a little giggle. Then she added, "Ok sexy, we need to rejoin the group, but it'll be suspicious if we come back together. I'll leave first, then you can come out a few minutes later."

"Ok Princess."

With that, Christine exited the bathroom, seeing the label immediately click back to "occupied". A few steps away, she faintly heard the characteristic splashing that indicated Justin was having a pee of his own. "Mmm good," she thought, "he'll need plenty of room for more of mine."

---

Justin walked back to the table, dodging people crowded around the central big screen TV. As he sat down again between Christine and Big Ralph from the next floor up, his stomach gurgled involuntarily, loudly enough to be audible over the ambient noise.

Ralph jokingly clapped Justin on the back. "Whoa boy, what did you eat?" he roared before promptly turning back to the nearest flat-screen and cheering.

Justin thought about the answer to that question. "It's a good thing he doesn't actually want a response," he considered ruefully.

Over the next few hours, Christine became progressively more animated as she downed beer after beer. She used Justin a few more times as well. Each time, as her intoxication increased, her stream became less controlled and more forceful. Justin was almost overcome a few times, but he powered through it somehow, thinking about how disastrous it would be to get pee on his clothing in public. Fortunately everyone was too drunk or distracted to notice the repeated coincidence of the couple disappearing at the same time.

Justin returned from the restroom for the fourth time to find 5 minutes left on the clock in the final quarter with the Eagles down 2 points. He quickly sat down, intently watching the game with bated breath, his status as a toilet taking a backseat in his mind. Rooting for the home team was of paramount importance.

Ralph, also pretty focused on the game, noticed that Justin still hadn't finished his first beer of the day. "Hey man, you on a diet or something? Where's your game day spirit?"

The truth, that Justin was intentionally saving room for Christine, definitely wasn't an option. "Yeah, I'm on a diet," replied Justin.

"Aw man." said Ralph. Then, in a hushed voice, "Is she the one making you?"

This time Justin could answer truthfully. "Yeah, she is."

"Aw I'm sorry man. Oh well, must be worth it to be with that catch, eh?"

"It sure is." Justin knew it. After all, that's why he was willing to go so far for her.

Somehow, even though he'd had less than one beer, Justin was starting to feel a bit of a buzz. Suddenly the realization hit him that he must be getting intoxicated from Christine's beers, secondhand, through her. He hadn't planned on getting drunk, but now they'd probably have to Uber home and grab the car tomorrow.

He glanced over at Christine. She had her head buried in her phone, typing something. Seconds later, Justin received a text:

"heyyy loverboy, look at appetizers on the menu, they have asparagus fries!!!!! like yesterday ill give u a chance tho. ill make a bet with u, betting on eagles. if eagles win, you get another go with the asparagus!!! if eagles lose, ill go easy on ya. u dont need 2 accept, u dont have a choice"

Justin's heart sank. He'd been a huge Eagles fan since he was a kid. How could he be betting against them?

He turned his attention back to the TV. Two minutes left on the clock. Eagles were still down 2 points, but they had the ball.

A minute ago, Justin had felt apprehension and disappointment at his team's shortfall. Now, he felt a different kind of apprehension, but with a tinge of relief.

Over the next few minutes the Eagles made their way progressively closer to the end zone. Every time they gained ground in a play, Justin felt intensely conflicting emotions. One part of his mind was rooting so hard for his team, they were so close! But at the same time, he secretly willed them to fumble and lose. Last night's asparagus pee was so foul, and after his failure last time, there's no way that Christine would let him get away without consuming every drop from her if she won her bet.

Six seconds left on the clock. It was coming down to the wire. Justin's eyes were glued to the screens along with everyone else in the building, the atmosphere weirdly silent. And then -

Touchdown!

The room erupted into raucous cheers. All around people were high-fiving, chest-bumping, whistling, dancing, and celebrating in a variety of other ways. Justin stood up along with everyone else, feeling a bit nauseous. Looking over at Christine, he saw she was already looking back at him, staring into his eyes. He stared back at her as her lips formed into a mischievous smirk. She mouthed something at him, but he couldn't tell what she was saying.

Christine leaned over to Justin's ear and shouted above the din. "You know what you have to do! Go put in an order for those asparagus fries before the post-game rush! Actually, make it 2 orders!"

---

Christine sat in the back of an Uber with Justin, quite tipsy, occasionally chatting about this or that.

"So my boss, right? He's been on this power trip lately. Can you believe he made me change my shoes for some made-up safety issue?" she complained.

"Seriously? That sucks." Justin responded. But his mind clearly wasn't fully engaged.

Christine grabbed another asparagus fry from her additional to-go order, dipped it in the garlic ranch, and seductively raised it toward her face, eyeing Justin. Justin's eyes followed it, looking captivated.

"Ooh, you want some of this dear?" she jested. "Don't worry, you'll be getting some soon."

With Justin just listening silently, Christine continued in hushed tones while playfully rubbing her belly. "I'm mixing up a niiiice cocktail for you in here. I just know you're going to love it!"

The Uber stopped outside of their building and the couple rode the elevator up to their apartment.

"Not long now," Christine teased when about halfway to their floor. Justin was still being oddly silent and sported a worried look on his face with a hint of green.

Christine unlocked their door and entered, Justin in tow. "It's time dear. Follow me."

In the bedroom, she directed him with a commanding voice. "Lie down. It's time for you to redeem yourself. You will not make any mess this time, do you understand?"

Justin nodded halfheartedly, still not saying anything. He slowly and deliberately laid down on the bed and held open his mouth.

Christine's excitement could barely be contained. She was getting a redo of yesterday, and this time, she'd make sure she got her way!

Pants off, she gleefully swung her leg over Justin's head and got into position.

"Wider." she commanded.

Justin complied, allowing Christine to apply a good amount of her weight to his jaw. "Now he really won't have a choice," she thought.

Christine's arousal was making it difficult to get started, but after a few deep breaths she was able to relax. Seconds later, she felt the first few rivulets run down her vulva.

---

Justin laid on the bed with a brain full of fog. He was on autopilot, simply following Christine's directives without question - a defense mechanism to avoid coming to terms with his plight and impending struggle.

He watched as Christine pulled off her pants and yanked down her panties with a stumble, almost losing her balance. Clearly still somewhat sloshed, gone were her efforts of seduction. There was no more sexy shimmying out of her panties, no suggestive swaying of her hips - no, this time, there would be no ceremony - she was getting straight down to business.

The bed creaked under her weight as she hopped up next to Justin. Unsteadily positioning herself to straddle his face once again, she uttered just one word: "Wider."

Christine's sex came down hard on Justin's face, pinning his jaw open. She was already quite wet, she must have been aroused for a while. A glob of viscous fluid fell from her slit onto Justin's tongue. He had no trouble swallowing the sweet-tasting slop, but an unexpected slight funkiness reminded him of a similar flavor he had tasted last night, just before he had been assaulted with a torrent of asparagus pee.

Unlike the previous attempt, this time, he would be unable to pull away or reject Christine's curated libation. Everything would have to go down, one way or another. With that realization, Justin began to tremble slightly, keenly aware of the foul waste stored just inches behind Christine's alluring flesh, soon to be inside of him.

She was taking longer than usual to begin. Justin felt her abdominal muscles strain, then relax. Then again - strain, and relax. The wait was agony for Justin, torn between his instinctual fight-or-flight response and a desire to just get it over with and end the anticipation.

Christine inhaled and exhaled deeply. Within seconds, the first few drips hit Justin's tongue.

His taste buds instantly revolted, but he had nowhere to go. Even just these few drops were unbelievably pungent and acrid, irritating his sensitive receptors where they fell.

The slow dribble of bitter, acidic liquid continued, rolling off Justin's tongue and slowly pooling in the back of his throat. He involuntarily bent his knees and bucked, but Christine kept him pinned tightly down. "Calm down dear," he heard her say, "Go on, get it down, I know you can!"

With the encouragement from his lover, Justin steeled his nerves and somehow managed to force the accumulated fluid down his gullet. He could feel the warm liquid stinging his esophagus on the way down, emptying into his stomach.

"Good boy!" Christine exclaimed, though Justin could barely hear with his ears covered by her thighs. "Keep it up, I'm just getting started!"

Justin's mouth continued to fill with Christine's nasty effluent. Fortunately, this was still a much more measured and steady pace than her usual technique when using him.

Realizing he'd been holding his breath, Justin breathed out, then in, through his nose. The odor instantly attacked his senses, in both directions. In addition to an overpowering version of the usual musk, there was a strong sulfurous, almost chemical smell. There was nothing he could do about it. The smell was coming from inside himself, from inside of her. His eyes began to water.

"Ewww," Christine squealed, "I don't want to smell that. Can you try doing a better job holding your breath sweetie?"

"No," Justin thought, slightly offended, "No I can't do a better job."

Christine continued to piss into him. With a shudder, he managed another swallow. "Woohoo, you're doing great!" she cheered, bouncing a little on his face.

Justin felt like he wasn't getting used to this at all, it was still incredibly difficult to consciously gulp down such foul fluid. He wouldn't have much time to acclimate though - Christine's stream was intensifying.

---

Squeezing her muscles, Christine pushed out the last dregs. She was absolutely ecstatic, her mind a flurry of emotions. Finally, Justin had succeeded. He had quaffed Christine's entire bladder full of potent asparagus piss without spilling or making any mess on her.

Christine felt a deep sense of love and admiration for her partner so willing to please her in such a difficult but incredibly intimate way. She also felt powerful, moreso than any other time over the last two days - with Justin, she felt like she could get away with anything. Mixed in was a hint of disgust, still subject to the scent emanating from Justin's nostrils; and just the tiniest bit of guilt. But above all, she felt intensely horny, her vagina now dispensing considerable lubrication in lieu of her urine.

Feeling Justin still trembling beneath her, she breathlessly issued a single command: "Lick."

Justin obeyed, inserting his tongue deep into Christine's slit, now swimming with a cocktail of juices.

"Oh yes!" she screamed, instantly bucking from the stimulation. "Deeper!"

Christine bounced and jerked with every flick of Justin's tongue, reveling in ecstasy. Already extremely aroused, she was now on the verge of exploding.

She placed a hand on Justin's stomach. "This is where all that pee ended up," she thought as she rocked with pleasure. Suddenly, Christine felt the vibrations of his stomach gurgling. The thought that she could feel her rancid piss making its way even deeper into Justin drove her wild and sent her over the edge.

"Oh god yeeeesssss!" Christine's pelvis bore down hard on Justin's face, wild spasms flooding him with another bout of fluids. In the throes of her orgasm, she lost track of time. As her final few pulses subsided, she regained awareness of her surroundings.

Seconds later, she rolled off of Justin, panting heavily. Justin's eyes were wide and she noticed that his breathing was labored as well.

"Oh wow, that was incredible," she sighed, barely able to speak. Justin slightly turned his head to look at her, seemingly still unable to form words.

Christine turned to prop herself up on a pillow. "You know what would be really nice right now?" she asked pointedly.

Justin let out a halfhearted "mmh?" and looked at her inquisitively.

"A nice, tall mimosa. Now go fetch. Wash out your mouth first."

---

Lying in bed, Justin was browsing the net on his laptop. Christine was next to him in her cute faded pajamas, her head buried in an e-book. He might have been able to distract himself and forget about the day's events if not for the waterlogged feeling and inescapable taste of Christine's urine in his mouth.

She had used him twice more in the hours since his successful asparagus ordeal, the result of a slew of drinks she kept requesting. Each time the asparagus taste diminished further and the familiar combination of salt and pungent bodily musk returned, though each batch was always at least a little bit different from each other one. Weirdly, after suffering through ingesting such a potent and acrid bladder-full of piss, that lighter off-lemony flavor was starting to seem positively pleasant.

"Hey hon?" Christine prompted sweetly without looking up from her book.

"Yes Princess?"

"It's pee time again," she said, almost casually.

"Yes Princess."

Justin rotated around and got into position. He noticed that, rather than subservient resignation, he was beginning to feel anticipatory excitement. His cock twitched involuntarily in his pants.

Without another word, Christine clambered on top of him, bringing her e-reader with her. Justin dutifully gulped down her gentle stream of pee. He found himself actually savoring the tastes of Christine's body and enjoying the sensation of her warm waste draining into his belly.

As she finished, Justin realized that his cock was rock hard.

Christine dismounted and made her way back to her pillow, still buried in her book. Justin returned to his spot as well, very conscious of the tent in his boxers and fresh piss in his stomach.

"Hey dear, another mimosa please?" she requested, indicating the empty glass on her bedside table.

"Yes Princess."

---

Christine finished the chapter and swapped her e-reader out for her phone. About to check her work schedule for tomorrow, she noticed the time - 11:57, almost the end of the day.

She reflected back on her second princess day and how well it had gone. Trying to permanently commit every little detail to memory, she replayed the whole day in her mind, play-by-play.

She had put Justin through a hell of a lot. From the epic massages to the personal bar-tending and chauffeur service, Christine had been well and truly pampered, and Justin had performed it all like a champ. And of course, the intimate personal toilet service thrilled her beyond belief.

A deep sense of love overcame Christine. Very few guys would be willing to go so far for their partner under any circumstances, and Justin did all this just for a birthday wish. She glanced at Justin out of the corner of her eye and smiled to herself, knowing that he belonged to her, now and forever.

11:59. Her princess day would be over very soon, but Christine wasn't even disappointed. She was completely satisfied and full of blissful happiness. With midnight rapidly approaching, she readied herself to turn the tables and treat Justin to a pleasure session all about him. He certainly deserved it after all he's done for her. And Christine was going to deeply enjoy it.

The minute ticked over, and in one sudden movement, Christine pulled down Justin's boxers and took his member into her mouth. "Interesting, he's already hard," she thought.

Justin let out a little squeak of surprise but seemed to very rapidly get with the program. He bucked and squirmed rhythmically in time with Christine's ministrations, grunting with every bob of her head.

After a few minutes of Justin getting progressively more vocal and somehow even more engorged, Christine felt that telltale feeling of fullness in her bladder. She considered just holding it, but she knew that her moving and bobbing around would make it pretty uncomfortable pretty quickly.

"Hold on love, I gotta pee real quick," she said softly, pulling her lips away from Justin's cock.

"Uh, yes Princess."

"It's not princess day any more dear, see?" Christine replied, gesturing at the clock. "You don't need to call me Princess, and you're off the hook for toilet duty. You've done well my love." She got up and moved towards the bathroom.

"No, wait," she heard from behind her, turning to find Justin looking a little apprehensive and unsure of himself.

"What is it sweetie? Don't worry, I'll be right back."

"It's not that, it's just, well... you can use me instead, if you'd like."

This surprised Christine. After two full days of him consuming nearly everything from her body, she never expected Justin to willingly be up for more. Taking a moment to process what she just heard, Christine broke into a wide smile and replied, "Ok sexy boy, get ready!"

She jumped back on top of Justin, this time in a 69 position, and resumed enthusiastically pleasuring his penis. Justin was clearly loving it, seeming to buck and moan with even greater intensity.

"Are you ready my love?" Christine lovingly asked.

"Mmmhmm," came Justin's muffled reply.

That was all Christine needed to hear. She quickly continued lapping at Justin's cock while simultaneously relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her juices began to flow from both vagina and bladder, mixing together in her lover's mouth.

Below her, she could feel Justin's lips trembling as he swallowed. Moments later, he arched his back in pleasure and exploded in her mouth, filling it with ropes of thick cum.

Christine considered swallowing - after all, he had swallowed so much from her. But she rapidly detected a particularly unpleasant taste - asparagus! Justin hadn't had any of the fries earlier, so there's only one place that flavor could have come from. She allowed Justin to finish in her mouth, then discreetly grabbed a nearby tissue to dispose of it.

She climbed off of him and laid down beside him. Justin looked exhausted. Exhausted, and happy.

The happy couple just laid there for a minute, sneaking glances at each other and occasionally giggling lightly. Christine broke the silence.

"Well love, you've done it, you've successfully fulfilled my wish for an entire day. Now it's your turn. I promised you a wish. All you have to do is pick what you want."

Justin looked surprised. "He couldn't have forgotten about his own wish, could he have?" Christine wondered.

He thought for a minute, then replied, speaking very slowly and deliberately. "My wish, Christine, is that you allow me to serve you as a princess whenever you fancy."

Christine was stunned. After everything Justin had been through, this was his wish? Her surprise was rapidly replaced with elation.

She grinned widely. "I think we can make that happen." Then, thinking some more, she added, "How does the second Saturday of each month sound?"

Justin nodded slowly. "Yeah, yeah I think I can do that."

Christine jumped on top of Justin and hugged him passionately - still avoiding a kiss, though. "Wonderful darling! Ooooooh this is going to be so much fun!"