All suited up (Rick and Morty)
What was worse? Getting poisoned by some hazardous spores? Or running around in a wet full-body suit?
Most people, if not all of them, would easily pick the first option. But then again, those same people wouldn't be walking around with a bursting, aching bladder, like Morti was right now. And those people also wouldn't be standing right next to their grandpa, ensuring that said grandpa would immediately notice their accident, if they had one.
Yeah, right now, Morti would pick the second option, for sure.
Because if she could, she would love to do nothing more, than to immediately rip this damn suit off her body, just for a chance to relieve herself.
The teen was gritting her teeth, a slight blush on her cheeks, as she focused most of her brain power on her lower muscles, to keep them as tightly locked as possible.
The rest of her brain power was spent on the task at hand: Collecting fruits from a cave-dwelling, toxic plant, so that Rick could use their juice for his newest experiment.
Oh, she shouldn't have drunk an entire bottle of soda at once, while watching TV! And she really should've remembered to demand a bathroom break first, when Rick had suddenly grabbed her wrist, dragging her through the portal to yet another adventure.
Maybe she could demand one now? Morti took a deep breath, steeling her nerves, before trying out her luck.
"Hey, uh... R-Rick?" Surprisingly, her voice only sounded half as desperate, as she felt.
"Yeah?" He replied, disinterested, not even looking at her while working.
"I was wondering, if-" Another slight shiver. Morti swallowed. "i-if we could take a short break, right now? You kn- know, a bathroom break."
The scientist put down the fruit, that he was currently inspecting, and gave off an annoyed sigh.
"Morti, we just s-started with our work. We're not even halfway done! I'm - urp - sure you can hold it for another hour or two."
"But-"
"Morti, s-seriously, we're already behind schedule! I need those fruits until this evening o-o-or I'll have to start all over again!"
Rick was angry now. Morti shut her mouth. She didn't try asking a second time.
Her bladder kept filling up...
Just another hour... Just hold on for another hour and you can ask again. Maybe Rick will let you pee then...
The teen tried to motivate herself with these thoughts, but it was hard to stay focused on that goal, or the work that she was supposed to do, when she was already this close to the edge.
Her bladder kept hurting, cramping up every few minutes, and it took all physical strength out of her, not to wet herself right on the spot.
Her muscles were doing a pretty good job, all things considered, but there was nothing Morti could do about her capacity. With every silent minute that passed, more urine got processed by her body and added to her already overstressed bladder...
And after a certain time, there was no free space left anymore.
A silent gasp escaped Morti and she urgently pressed her legs together, right as a powerful pang of need raced through her entire body.
Fuck! It was no use at all! Her bladder had fully reached its limit by now, filled to the absolute bursting point. The brunette could feel the massive quantity of water inside of her, pushing down against her entrance and trying to force its way out.
With a last groan, and a few tears of frustration in her eyes, she finally conceded, spread her legs and let go right then and there.
Heat, overwhelming, pleasurable heat, immediately pooled in her crotch, before running down both her legs in heavy waves, where it drenched her feet completely. Morti shivered violently, her body gripped by sudden, overpowering euphoria, as she unleashed a literal ocean into her suit, unable, and unwilling, to stop.
"Are-... A-are you pissing right now?!" Rick's voice interrupted her heady euphoria, disbelieving and judgemental. Morti blushed.
"...yeah..." She admitted, sheepishly. There was no point in denying it, after all. Not when she was shivering like this and standing in a very obvious pissing stance. Rick couldn't believe it.
"Un-fucking-believable! D-do you know how much I pa-paid to rent these suits, Morti? That's money I-I will never get back, now! You ruined them!"
"It's your fault!!" Morti suddenly bit back, incensed and embarrassed, as she glared at her grandpa with wet eyes. "I-i-if you had just l-let me have a bathroom break, this li- literally wouldn't be happening!"
That actually shut Rick up. The scientist looked away from her, not saying a single word, as his blushing granddaughter let out a weak moan and shrunk more into herself. She was still pissing at full force... and it still felt so good...
"You're right..." Rick eventually conceded, his voice sounding slightly ashamed. "I... I just assumed y-you could hold out longer."
Silence returned between the two, while the girl kept flooding her suit, her whole body burning up from the experience. But eventually her bladder had nothing left to give anymore and Morti was left feeling completely drained and relaxed. The teen let out a long, audible sigh of relief. She felt so much better now...
"Are you finished?" Rick asked, his voice oddly timid and gentle. He received a tiny nod in response.
"Do you wanna continue with this work? Or... d-do you wanna go home and we can do it later?"
Now, this was new. Rick actually being considerate, for a change, and giving her a free choice. She thought about it for a moment.
"I... I think I wa- wanna go home now. A-and change..."
While her accident had felt pleasantly liberating, the suit did feel kind of clammy and gross now. She squirmed a bit, as she felt her pants stick uncomfortably to her wet legs and her feet splashing around in her own, warm piss. Rick nodded and took out his portal-gun.
"Okay, then let's go home."
He shot a portal into the cave wall and they both disappeared into it, the fruits completely forgotten.