32 Second Idol Meeting

Bae was three hours into her morning zatsudan stream. She had a cup of coffee beside her mousepad, freshly brewed with a splash of cream. This was her second cup of the stream and her third cup of the day.

“I’m so tired~,” Bae sighed into the mic. “Have you ever had one of those mornings where you just can’t wake up?”

[More caffeine?] suggested someone in chat.

“Nah, I got plenty of caffeine! It’s not working, though…maybe I should go for a run or something.”

Following a small yawn, Bae downed the rest of her coffee in four big gulps. It did nothing to rouse her tired brain, but it did plenty to hasten her upcoming idol meeting. She clamped her legs together, thick dancer thighs rubbing against each other as she tried to delay nature’s call. But Bae’s bladder was at her limit. Both hands dove down between her thighs to press against her crotch. She was squirming so much that her hips were bumping the armrests of her chair. She didn't have long before the dam would burst.

“U-um, I gotta go to an idol meeting! I’ll be right back!”

Bae hastily dragged her model offscreen and muted her mic. She was so desperate, so panicked, that she nearly knocked over the stand.

“Why do you always cut it so close?” muttered Mumei from beneath Bae’s desk. She’d been kneeling under there since the stream started, careful not to make any noise or accidently jostle the setup. Most of Mumei’s outfit was resting in a neatly folded pile at the foot of Bae’s chair, leaving her completely nude save for the boots and leggings. Her naked plump owl butt rested on her ankles. Around her neck hung a bright red dog collar with a golden dice-shaped tag reading ‘Property of Hakos Baelz’, the leash of which was in Bae’s hand.

Bae flipped up her multi-colored miniskirt. The only thing covering her chubby pussy lips was a tiny black g-string which she quickly pulled to the side. “Bro, hurry up! I’ve been busting for a piss for hours!”

Mumei pouted. “Then you shoulda said something earli-”

With a hard yank of the leash, Bae drove Mumei’s startled face deep between her thighs. Mumei’s lips pressed into Bae’s bare pussy (a familiar place) and she dutifully opened her mouth wide.

With one hand keeping the leash taut and the other pressed firmly on the back of Mumei’s head, Bae leaned back and, after a heavy sigh, started emptying her bladder.

Mumei barely had time to catch her breath before a strong stream of piss powerwashed the back of her throat and knocked her uvula around like a speed bag. Despite serving as Bae’s urinal dozens of times before, Mumei instantly gagged and nearly let the first mouthful of piss overflow from her bulging cheeks. Fortunately she found her composure and took a good long breath through her nose while she choked down the first acrid-tasting mouthful. The flavor was especially bitter today. Bae usually had a glass or two of water to dilute the taste, but this morning was just one coffee after another. Mumei found it incredibly hard not to wince as more and more of Bae’s foul amber waste simmered on her taste buds and sluiced down her throat.

Bae closed her eyes, content. She could feel Mumei trying to pull herself free and hear the pained gurgles preluding every swallow. “Oi, stop being so dramatic! This is nothing compared to that karaoke night with Promise.”

Mumei tried to mumble something combative but her mouth was full of Bae’s sweaty cunt and there was too much piss drowning her airways to vocalize coherently. How much more did Bae have saved up, anyway? Mumei was up to what felt like the twentieth swallow and Bae’s bladder wasn’t showing any signs of flagging!

This was par for the course, unfortunately. Bae pissed like a racehorse and it was a constant struggle for Mumei to keep up. Her throat never stopped bobbing and her stomach never stopped filling during all thirty two seconds of Bae’s piss break, guzzling her steamy urine like an upturned bottle of champagne. Fuzzy black spots began creeping in on the fringes of Mumei’s vision.

Thankfully, the end was near. With a final flex of her pelvic muscles, Bae finished atop Mumei’s tongue, and the rat’s body relaxed. Mumei didn’t need further prompting and shoved her tongue deep into Bae’s muff, swiftly slurping every last drop from her tight inner walls. Not only was Mumei’s tongue more thorough than conventional toilet paper, it was also much quicker.

Mumei pulled back, her face a flushed mess. “Oh gosh. That was a lot.” The taste of Bae’s piss and pussy juice refreshed itself on her tongue when Mumei licked her lips. Feeling kind of woozy, she quietly retreated back under Bae’s desk.

Bae unmuted. “I’m back, I’m back! Okay, where were we?”

[So fast! Is your bathroom really close by?] asked chat.

Bae smiled and pat Mumei’s head. “Yeah, I guess you could say that!”