The Peeing Model

Stacy switched gear and the car sped across in a frenzy. Her rapidly filling bladder was already giving distress signals. Stacy had very little time for her fashion show. She had a 45–minute drive ahead of her and she had no idea if she would ever reach the place in time. She hoped that she would. At the same time, she was very apprehensive. This was her first major show, and she was one of the girls who was selected, groomed and trained for the big show. She was part of a 30–member model team who were supposed to make their presence felt.
Stacy had just turned 18 a month ago. She felt like a woman when she thought about her age, but at the same time, her body betrayed her falsely. Stacy was a brunette, stood 5–1/2 feet in height, and was extremely slim (to the point that many of her family and friends wondered if she was anemic). She had an extremely flat pair of breasts with a small areola and small flat nipples. Her tummy was flat and sucked in. Her vagina was very tight with a very small opening. She was always shaved. Stacy was a late bloomer. She was flat as a cardboard till the age of 15. She first noticed pubic hair only when she was 15 and her first period was a few weeks before her fifteenth birthday. Stacy hated innerwear. She never wore a bra until the age of 15 when she started developing a bit of breasts. Her mother forced her to wear a bra couple of times but she never liked it and gradually after a few attempts, she was back to her former style. She hated panties too. During her childhood days, she would secretly slide her panties off when she was at home or any other place other than school. Though her mother knew it, she couldn’t do anything much about it. Gradually, Stacy developed an aversion to innerwear and she never ever wore them. She always said it was a matter of being free. But she believed that was the figure that was required for modeling. She did a lot of wrong dieting and somehow managed to get her figure to the point of being anemic. She was still not very happy about her figure.
Stacy was tense as she drove through the traffic. The traffic was always maddening during rush hour. She glanced at her watch. She had 30 minutes left before the show began. It was a very important show and she had to appear thrice before the audience in three different costumes including lingerie. Hence, a lot of background work was still pending. Stacy honked hard at the slow moving traffic but it was of no use. Her concentration was further impaired by her constant thoughts about her bladder. Stacy had a history of bladder problems, which very few people knew about. Ever since she was 12, she would often wet her bed at night and also sometimes during the day. She still suffered from the problem. She would often dribble or leak some pee whenever she was tense or horny. Stacy was treated at different hospitals for her problem but nothing yielded results. Her mother suspected that this might be one of the reasons why she avoided wearing panties. Once she became a teenager, her mother was kind and understood her daughter’s needs and preferences.
Stacy stepped on the gas and the car gathered momentum. The pressure in her bladder was building up rapidly. She was losing concentration. She was wearing a loose, short light blue sleeveless top (without a bra) that stood just before her bellybutton and a short loose black miniskirt with, of course, no panties underneath. She parted her legs for more comfort and to ease the pressure between her legs. She occasionally grabbed her vagina to press it mildly and then release. With each touch, she sensed more pressure building up inside. She very well knew that she could not hold it much longer. Her bladder was crying out in relief, and her pee hole was about to release a gush of pee like a torrent. She expected that anytime. Her vagina hurt, and she tried massaging it slowly, which also made her horny. Somehow, peeing made her feel horny sometimes. She took a right turn so abruptly that it made her bladder ache. After a few yards, the car spluttered and Stacy braced for the worst. Finally, the car came to a lazy halt and switched off. She tried starting it but it failed. Finally, after a few minutes, she gave up, rested her head on the wheel and gasped in frustration. She went blank and did not know what to do. She suddenly remembered an incident from her childhood days.
She peed once in her classroom when she was 12, which was not deliberate. It was just that she could not contain her bladder anymore and she had to let go that day.
Stacy looked at her watch. There were 20 minutes left. The show would start at ten, sharp. Stacy looked around to see if it was a no–parking area. It was not. The traffic moved on uncaringly. She tried starting her car again. To her surprise, it started. She switched gears and the car soared noisily again. Her bladder was becoming a threat now. It could burst anytime and she would be embarrassed. Stacy contemplated on the different consequences if that happened. She was pretty sure it would happen sooner or later. Stacy’s legs quivered badly and she was not able to concentrate on her driving much. The situation was getting worse. She wanted to do something about it. She was in a catch–22 situation. At the same time, it was her most important show so far and it had the potential to change her career for good. It was the moment she was yearning for. So, there was no way she could stop for a break or be late for the show. She was determined to make it on time. She snaked through the traffic with great difficulty. Finally, she managed to reach ‘The Sandstone,’ the luxury hotel where the show was to be held. She parked her car and darted in. There were 20 minutes left for the show to begin.
Preston, the stage manager, was already waiting for her. There was activity all around. The backstage was humming like a beehive. A lot of models were trying their dresses. Some were shamelessly topless while the dressing team were helping them put on their new outfit. Privacy was a rarity during such shows, and the models definitely needed help to put on their outfits. Time was an important factor. Things were neatly planned. Mr. Hinger, the designer darted into the room to make a final check and take stock of things.
“Stacy, I am furious,” Preston said clenching his teeth. He was very upset that she was late. “We are gonna begin in 20 minutes sharp. Move your ass fast and try outfit number 14 over there after your make–up. Vernon will help you…go…go…go…” he said quite irritated. Vernon was the make–up man, and Stacy was done in 15 minutes. Stacy then ran to where the outfits were hung neatly on a hanging wardrobe. Franz smiled at her. “Which one first,” she asked him nervously. “This one,” he said taking out her outfit. It was a neatly cut blue translucent, extremely loose one–piece dress that was lengthy enough to barely cover her buttocks. Franz was holding the dress for her. Stacy quickly lifted her arms and pulled her top up revealing a pair of very small breasts. Franz silently admired her breasts. Stacy then slid her miniskirt down to reveal a neatly and freshly shaved vagina that looked quite tight. She glanced over at Franz. Franz was intently looking at her vagina. He immediately had an erection though he was quite used to seeing girls semi nude and nude. There were other girls nearby who were also trying their respective outfits. Franz handed over her new dress and she quickly put it on. It looked perfect and it made her very gorgeous. It had a very low–cut neck, both at front and back and was spaciously sleeveless. Stacy unconsciously clutched her vagina and gasped, “Ah…” It was almost a moan. Franz looked down.
“What is it?” he asked curiously. “I need to pee very, very badly. I have been holding it for hours,” she murmured closing her eyes. Her bladder was at the verge of bursting. In fact, it was swelling with pee. Her lower tummy began to hurt by this time, and she had lot of discomfort walking straight. She felt as if her lower tummy was distended, though visible only to the expert eye.
“Well, you have no choice but to hold it for a little longer. Remember, you have 3 walks,” Franz reminded her.
Stacy was extremely nervous. She fervently wished that nothing should go wrong. The nervousness acted on the bladder by magnifying the urge. She was scared mainly because of her history of bladder problems. She never knew when the next embarrassing incident would strike. It was unpredictable.
The music began and the show began at 10, sharp. It was a bright day, and the audience was dressed in their best. All models lined up at the entrance from where they would walk to the ramp. Stacy was fourteenth. Stacy stood in line, as each model took her own precious time to walk the ramp. Time ticked very slowly. She held her legs close. She was squirming very badly and her legs felt very weak. Preston watched her from the side and wondered if everything was right with her. She had different expressions of pain on her face as she went through the enormous discomfort. Her shoes tapped as she shifted from one leg to the other. Finally, after a good few minutes, it was her turn. She walked on to the ramp quite elegantly trying not to concentrate on her bladder. Her bladder was aching badly. A few drops of perspiration appeared on her forehead. She wondered if the make–up would be ruined because of it. She walked gracefully and her right breast began to peep from her spacious dress. She didn’t care. She walked to the end of the ramp, posed, looked at the audience and walked back quite calmly. Her face was stiff and there was no smile. Her eyes never blinked. She made sure to keep her legs quite close. The audience admired her beauty rather than the outfit she was wearing. She went back on backstage. She relaxed and sighed. But the worst was not over yet. Her mind was blank. She was totally concentrating on her bladder. She expected it to burst open anytime. She expected the worst. She was amazed how she could control it for this long. Her bladder never lasted this long. Her head felt heavy and everything was becoming hazy. But she was determined to hold on till the end of the show. There were two more walks. The ramp was buzzing with activity.
“Come on, hurry up,” she heard a voice. She turned around to face Franz. He was standing with another outfit. This one was just a black miniskirt with three pleats and stylish silver chains hanging in pairs from the elastic waist belt.
“What about the top?” she asked Franz.
“No top. It’s just the skirt. You have to go topless.” Franz said handing over the tiny miniskirt.
“Help me,” she said raising her arms. Franz lifted the dress rolling and sliding it up her hands. She stood there naked and was feeling cold suddenly. Franz took a good look at her. She was gorgeous. She was very slim with flat tummy, sensual unpierced bellybutton, a very flat neatly shaved vagina – her most precious beauty spot. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“What are you staring at? Give me the skirt,” she said. He shrugged himself from the stupor and handed her the skirt. She slid the skirt on and was ready to walk. She waited for her turn. Her bladder was swelled up to its maximum limit. Her pee had reached dangerous proportion. She could hardly walk now. She walked on to the ramp topless. Her gait was a little awkward this time. The steps were a little uneven, but it was not very noticeable. She took small steps unlike last time. She was hunching forward a little. Preston knew that something was wrong. She walked slowly to the end of the ramp. Unlike other models, her bare breasts did not bounce much because they were very small. The audience admired her small pair of round, rigid breasts. They clicked away noisily. To the audience, she was simply gorgeous. She was beauty in girl form. There was a certain beauty when she walked the ramp topless. She could have been easily mistaken for a thirteen–year–old because of her breast size.
With some difficulty, she managed to walk back. She went ahead back on backstage. Franz was ready with the next outfit. It was the final round and it was lingerie time.
“Here you are,” he said handing over the sexiest lingerie she had ever seen. It was an extremely tiny pair of two–piece lingerie. The bra was very, very tiny and could hardly conceal anything. It was a bra with a strap at the back and with no shoulder straps. It looked very tiny even for her small breasts. She quickly wore the bra and Franz strapped the bra as she turned around. She then slid her black miniskirt down her legs once again revealing her beautiful shaved vagina. She then put on the panty. But the panty did not fit her right. It was tight and small.
“Oh no, this is not the right size,” she exclaimed after wearing it and looked at it from all sides. Franz felt the same.
“Turn around. Let me see,” he said. She turned around. The tiny wee bit of panty stuck mercilessly to her ass crack. The whole of her ass was visible. The strap cutting through her ass crack was the only strap holding the panty in place to the waist strap. It was extremely tiny.
“I guess you are right. Turn around,” he said. She turned around. The front of the panty was equally revealing. It had absolutely no space to hide the vagina. It just hid the parting line and the rest of the vagina was clearly visible. In fact, it was so tiny that the front strap was equally thin like the back strap. The front strap cut through her vagina’s parting line. He pulled the waist strap up. The front strap seared into her delicate flesh and it hurt her.
“Hey, it hurts,” she said backing up.
“Sorry,” he said. He knelt down in front of her looking intently at her crotch area and pretended that he was thinking about a way to help her loosen up. She was squirming badly. The slight tug had stimulated her pee hole and had engorged her clit. He pulled the front strap to the side trying to loosen it. As he pulled it aside and as the strap parted the parting line, he saw the pink inside of her vagina for a moment. He was very aroused and had a very strong rapid erection. She looked down at him trying to figure out what he was doing. He pulled the front strap to the left and right trying to loosen it and make her comfortable. Just then she lost control for a split second and spurted some pee. About four to five drops fell to the floor. It was such a marvelous sight for Franz. He had not seen anything like that. Stacy felt extremely embarrassed. She suddenly realized what had happened.
“Sorry. I need to go real bad,” she said apologetically.
“That’s ok. Just hang on for a little while. It will be over,” he reassured her.
She finally pulled the front strap to her left side slightly in such a way that it did not sear into her vulva. Before she could realize, it was her turn and it was her final turn.
By now, she was feeling sick. She was feeling nauseated. Her tummy was tight and she felt it was overextended. Her lower tummy hurt badly. Her vagina hurt badly. Her pee hole seemed open.
She slowly walked on to the ramp, her gait slower than ever. Preston watched her closely. She tried to be graceful. She tried to concentrate on her walk but she couldn’t. She was finding it extremely difficult to walk. As she walked, her panty strap at the front slid more and more to the left. The audience could now see her vagina very clearly. The panty strap had slid left to the fold (the joint where her left leg met her vagina) of her leg thus completely revealing her vagina. The audience liked what they saw. She didn’t care. She just wanted to pee. The audience was thrilled. They applauded and whistled. As she reached the end of the ramp, she suddenly spurted a sharp stream forward. The audience was dumbstruck. They were pleasured beyond expectations. It was a rare treat. Stacy winced and bit her lip, but she tried to be calm. It was just a short sharp stream. It just bounced forward just like how a man would pee. She knew that the worst was going to happen right now. Some people in the audience giggled uncontrollably, especially the men. Some were confused and wondered whether it was part of the show. But it was kinky. So they figured that it must have been an accident, but they were all happy. Stacy posed, looked at the audience, and turned around to walk back. The entrance was still many feet away. Half way through her walk, she began to leak again. She had lost control. A steady stream escaped her pee hole from the slit in her vagina and slowly began running down her left leg. The audience clearly noticed a glistening stream snaking out of her vagina very slowly.
She managed to reach the backstage and collapsed on the nearest chair available. She knew the worst was happening and that she had no control over it. She closed her eyes, bit her lips, and sighed. She then spread her legs very wide and relaxed. Her bladder muscles contracted slowly and her cistern began to open the floodgates. She had left a trail of puddles right up to the chair. Her stream began to gain momentum. She adjusted herself by sitting on the edge of the chair. She tilted her head backwards and relaxed. By now, the rest of the girls were already backstage and Mr. Preston walked in to give a good piece of his mind for what had happened on the ramp. She had become uninhibited now. Mr. Preston, the other girls and all those who were present there looked at her in absolute surprise. Here was a young girl sitting on a chair spreading her legs and peeing like a baby. Everyone watched in silence, as they were too surprised to say a word. As her bladder contracted and relaxed, her stream grew in momentum– the stream began to arch forward like a guy’s stream, and it was falling on the floor noisily. The onlookers were stunned. They were open–mouthed and watched the show with utmost interest. The stream rose and fell as Stacy squeezed her tummy to empty her bladder. It was a pretty sight to watch. For most of them, it was the first time. Finally after sometime, the arch began to fall and decrease in force. Stacy kept gasping in relief. The arch slowly turned into a dribble and then stopped. Her tummy twitched once again and a small stream escaped her slit again. Stacy was not sure if she had finished. She squeezed her tummy again and a bit of pee flowed from her slit. There was a big puddle of pee at her feet. People watched in amazement.
Franz was standing right at the front. When she was done, she tried to close her legs. But Franz placed an arm on her right knee. She looked at him. Before she could realize, he thrust his right index finger into her vaginal opening. It sent shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. She sat there totally perplexed. The onlookers were horrified. He slowly began to move his fingers inside her opening. It had a very good impact on her. She began to moan slowly. The sudden pleasure was too immense. He began to finger her in a rhythmic way. His motions began to increase, and he began to finger her intensely. The onlookers stood there watching in awe. She felt immensely pleasured. Never had a man pleasured her so much with his finger. After a few minutes, she was on the verge of an orgasm. “Mmmm…I am about to cum,” she said aloud. Her vaginal muscles contracted in a tight spasm and she released her orgasmic juices in delight. Franz withdrew his finger and licked it. A drop from her opening fell to the floor, then another, and another and another. She sighed in relief and felt extremely relieved and happy. It was a unique feeling.
Pfella