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."

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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.