QH Archive: Two Bowls (Patreon)

He would’ve laughed had he seen this out of context.  Two grown women, their pants pulled down, squatting over bowls on the ground while they pissed into them.  All the while they laughed and mocked each other competitively. 

“Are you kidding me?  How could you possibly have that much piss in your body?” Heather joked.

“Don’t be jealous,” Lindsay shot back, before adding:  “I like the nice dark color yours has.”

Meanwhile, he sat quietly; nervously.  This wasn’t the first time he had watched this little game of theirs, and he knew how it ended.

“Well, you’re clearly the winner,” Heather said with a shrug as she stood up.  “I’ll let you do the honors.”

Lindsey stood up as well, picking up her bowl, heavy with yellow liquid.  She walked it over to him, tilting it just enough to show him the contents of the bowl without spilling any.  

“See this?  I’m the winner!”  He didn’t respond.  He couldn’t respond.  Not with the gag in his mouth.  “You know what that means, right?” she asked.  He couldn’t respond, but it was a rhetorical question anyways.  Of course he knew what that meant.

She stuck her index and middle finger into the waistband of his large disposable plastic diapers and pulled them away from his belly.  She peered in, noting his pathetic stiffness.  She quickly glanced back to Heather who was snickering in approval.  Without any further hesitation, she gently tipped the bowl into his diaper, being sure not to let a single drop go to waste.  They both laughed, as he began to squirm, feeling her warm piss instantly soak his diaper.

“You know,” Heather said with a shrug, “it’d be kind of a shame to let this other bowl go to waste too.”

“You want to dump it down this loser’s diaper too?”

“I was thinking about it.  But what if we got that baby bottle from the kitchen instead?”

“Heather, I like how you think,” Lindsey said with a smile.  “How does that sound, baby?”

He didn’t respond.  He couldn’t respond.  Even if he could, it wouldn’t have mattered much.