Tick.
Tock…

Tick…… 

Tock……… 

Tanner looked up at the clock on the wall. The gray cat’s attention had faded minutes ago and trying to understand the math on the board would only prove futile at this point. The tip of his tail twitched intermittently behind him as he impatiently waited for the few remaining minutes of class to pass so that he could go home.
This was Tanner’s final year of high school. He had decided to take an AP calculus course now to lighten the load in his transition to college, but was eager for the semester to end. The cat didn’t necessarily dislike the time spent at school; he had some good friends to see every day, at least, but the senioritis was definitely kicking in.
Tanner spent the last bit of class daydreaming. He was prepared enough for whatever the next test would hold, and could hear the rustling from the other students packing up as the teacher finished up her parting words. He followed suit and exited the classroom. After turning to walk his usual route back home, the cat was startled slightly by an unfriendly voice.
“Hey! Can’t you read? Go around the other way…”
Picking his head up quickly, Tanner looked towards the source of the voice. The school’s janitor, a middle-aged brown lynx, was holding his arm out, pointing the handle of his mop towards a faded yellow “Wet Floor” sign not so obviously placed down the hall.
“A-Alright… Sorry.” Tanner responded, turning around to take the longer path around the building before going home.
Nobody really liked the janitor.
He was an unfriendly sight at best usually, and has been known to occasionally slack off at his job, so it wasn’t all too uncommon to walk into a morning class with a dirty mop left behind from the previous night or the trash left unemptied. Regardless, he wasn’t going to be at this school for much longer and assumed the lynx’s less-than-stellar attitude just came from his daily duties as a janitor.

The next day, Tanner spent lunch with his usual friends. With a few minutes left until the end of the afternoon break, he thought it would be responsible to use the restroom now before the start of class. Leaving the mess hall, he continued outside to where the bathrooms are located. After opening the door, he surveyed the area briefly to find there was no one else inside at the moment save for one locked stall. There were three urinals along with three stalls, one of them larger than the rest; among them were a few abandoned scraps of paper towels on the floor in addition to some water splashed around messily from those who used the sink previously.
Selecting one of the urinals, the cat walked up to it whilst unzipping his pants, his tail raising slightly. He sent the signal to his bladder to relax and waited a couple seconds as he pulled his sheath back, exposing his pink tip. Within moments, a familiar tingling sensation ran through his shaft as his stream picked up. The cat let out a deep breath through his nose as he enjoyed the relief following the pressure lessening in his bladder. With the two fingers gripping his sheath, he wiggled his shaft around just enough to paint the whole surface area within the porcelain wall with his pale yellow liquid. After about twenty seconds, he felt his stream start to dwindle. With a relieved sigh, he clenched his muscles, causing the base of his tail to twitch as he let out the last couple spurts.
After washing his hands, Tanner reached behind him instinctively to straighten his backpack before realizing he left it in the dining area. "Damnit…" he muttered quietly as the bell rang. "I would've had just enough time too." He quickly made his way back to where he was having lunch before. As he neared the corner leading into the dining area, he heard a faint splashing sound followed by a voice of frustration.
"Shit!"
Tanner rounded the corner to the sight of the janitor gripping his backpack in one hand and mop in the other. Looking frustrated, he tossed the backpack carelessly onto the table it was previously leaning against. On the floor was a sizable puddle of water.
"Is this your backpack?" asked the janitor, clearly annoyed.
"Y-yeah, I just—"
"Remember to take your things with you next time. Or at least don't leave shit on the floor for other people to trip over!"
Tanner's heart raced as he worried about the stuff inside his backpack. Sure, he could just throw the bag itself in the clothes washer when he got home, but he had some not-so-waterproof belongings inside in addition to a school laptop that probably didn't enjoy being thrown around. "Okay, w-sorry I just forg—"
"Just come grab your things and stop making my job harder than it needs to be." said the janitor with his usual less-than-friendly tone. Tanner walked quickly over and pulled his backpack off the table before hastily making his way to his class, backpack in hand as it was too wet to wear now.
Walking in a few minutes late, the cat got a couple quick glances, but paid more mind to taking his seat so he could check the contents of his bag. He pulled all of his notebooks out and set them on his desk before taking out the small laptop and wiping it off with the interior of his hoodie. The bottom of each page of every notebook looked drenched in addition to the front and back covers that were unshielded.
Feeling annoyed, Tanner just wanted to go home at this point and deal with things using his household amenities. Unfortunately, there were still a couple hours left of school.
Tanner had a hard time paying attention for longer than ten minute segments for the remaining school day, as he kept thinking about his encounter with the janitor; fantasizing about how he could get revenge… if that was even something he could do.

With his backpack in the wash, he turned on his school computer to verify its condition. Thankfully, it seemed okay, except for a new scratch near one of the corners. "Whatever," he thought, knowing it would soon be returned to the school once he graduates, anyway.
With his notebooks open on the table next to him to dry, Tanner finished up his homework on the laptop before getting up to refill his iced tea. He had gone through a couple full glasses already throughout his work time and hadn't peed since noon before the incident with the janitor.
Feeling a twinge in his bladder, he finished pouring his beverage and put it back in the fridge before making his way over to the bathroom so that he could relieve himself. As he reached his hand out to open the door, a thought hit him: he occasionally went for nightly walks that pass his school and the outdoor bathrooms there don't have locks on them due to safety concerns. Moreover, there weren't any security cameras in that area; so if he wanted to, he could totally just stop by and “use” their bathrooms if he wanted…
Tanner stood there for a moment, was he really going to go through with this?  He’d deliberated all day about ways to get back at the janitor for his all-around rudeness, but kept logically falling back on just letting it go. 
It just seemed so easy, though… and honestly kind of fun? Turning around, Tanner looked towards the washing machine. It still had fifteen minutes left in the cycle, and he wanted to pull it out to dry first if he was gonna leave the apartment.
He danced on one of his legs as he stood in place, trying his best to mitigate the pressure in his bladder. "You know what?" the cat thought, "if I'm going to do this I'm going to make it worth it." Tanner went back to the fridge and retrieved his newly filled glass of tea and walked it back over to his workspace before finding something to watch on his computer as a distraction. "It's okay… fifteen minutes for the washer and about fifteen minutes more to walk there." He definitely felt discomfort in his lower abdomen, but it didn't seem hard to hold, at least for now. Sitting back down with his laptop, the cat opened a new tab to keep him distracted for the time being.
Two videos and one full glass of tea later, an audible beep came from the washer. Tanner's ears perked up before he closed the laptop and headed over to drag his now clean, but wet, backpack out of the washer. Opening the dryer, he tossed the bag in on low heat and shut the door. He was now free of responsibility for the rest of the night… well, except for one new little task.
Dawning his hoodie, Tanner opened the front door and stepped outside carrying nothing but his phone. He shivered slightly, partly from the cool air that now surrounded him, partly from the excitement of what he was about to do. He set forth towards his high school, as he's done countless times before, but this time felt different for reasons which were obvious. As he walked, the pressure continued building in his bladder, making him increasingly uncomfortable, yet increasingly more excited with each step.
He knew exactly what he was saving his load for.
About halfway there, desperation began to befall the cat. Tail held close behind him, he kept his hands in his pockets, occasionally rubbing at his sheath attempting to alleviate some discomfort for a little longer. The streets were practically empty, lit only by the street lights spaced consistently apart.
Several thoughts ran through Tanner's head, many of which regarding how he would go about making as big of a mess as possible. After a bit of pondering, he noticed his member begin to harden slightly, tip poking marginally out of his sheath and rubbing against his underwear. “Am I really this excited by the prospect of this?” he thought; it was definitely a new type of experience, and one on the naughtier side, at that.
After some time, he saw it: The familiar buildings that made up his school and the bathrooms connected to the main building outside. Tanner began walking towards his destination, albeit a little slower now. Soon there would be sweet relief, although he was nervous. A few moments later, he reached it. Placing one paw on the handle, he pulled down. The feeling of the lever rotating followed by the click of the latch allowing the door to open caused his heart to race. This bathroom—this whole place—he had alone.
The cat pulled the door open enough to slip inside; the room was pitch black. Turning on the flashlight on his phone, Tanner peaked around for a nearby light switch. Having never needed to mess with it before during normal operating hours, he didn’t actually know of its precise whereabouts. He found it after a moment and braced his eyes before flicking it on; the room quickly lit up.
Allowing his eyes a moment to adapt, he looked around, adjusting to the situation. The three urinals and stalls were still there of course and things were mostly cleaner than when he had visited last time. Tanner turned off his phone's flashlight and quickly walked into the largest stall at the end before closing the door, but not locking it.
He noticed himself shaking as he could feel his heart beating in his chest. The pain in the cat's abdomen was getting unbearable, as he hopped quickly from side to side; one hand holding his phone, the other gripping his crotch. "I mean, the toilets still work here… if I really wanted to fall back…" Tanner tried mentally reassuring himself in an effort to calm himself down. He tightly hugged his abdomen with the hand that wasn't busy gripping his pants between his legs. “Hmm…” the cat thought, realizing he was still holding his phone, "Maybe I can have something to remember this by…" After a moment, he turned on his phone’s camera, set it to record, and walked up near the toilet.
Despite his hesitation, he knew one way or another he was going to have to pee here. How much of a mess he'd make, however, was still up in the air; though he was going to have to make that decision quickly, else he wet his pants and have to walk all the way home like that.
Reaching down and gripping his zipper, Tanner took a few deep breaths before hitting the button to start recording and pulling his zipper down. He could tell he was still shaking somewhat, although part of that might’ve been from his desperate need to unload the contents of his super full bladder. He felt the cool air around his member as he mentally prepared himself. Aiming the camera down, he pulled his sheath back slightly, pointing his shaft in the general direction of the toilet, but no more specific than that.
With his muscles still tensed, he took a couple more deep breaths before he finally stopped trying to hold it in, the base of his tail instinctively raising slightly up and to the side. Tanner's ears fell back in relaxation as he heard the loud pattering of his stream hammering the side of the porcelain cistern before any signal of relief even made it from his bladder to his brain. The cat's head went fuzzy for a brief moment—the sound of liquid pouring off the toilet to the tiled floor below reverberated throughout the room.
Looking down, Tanner released a breathy sigh before realizing how much of his pale cat piss had already drenched the porcelain, leaving puddles around the base of the toilet. Keeping the camera aimed to capture the tip of his member as well as most of his stream, he rotated his body nintey degrees to face the stall wall; painting a streak across it and darkening it where his stream struck, the weight of the fluid quickly fell down the length of the wall under where the stream struck and dripped quickly to the ground. He then turned around to spot a pair of half-used toilet paper rolls. A devious thought immediately entered the cat’s head. Adjusting his shaft, Tanner slowly brought his stream near them before soaking the side of one of the rolls closest to him. He did, however, feel a sense of responsibility regarding whether or not other students would have any usable toilet paper left for later. He tensed his muscles slightly in an attempt to lower the force of his stream so as to not splash the other one too much. Tanner took the moment to thoroughly soak one of the rolls until it was dripping.
There was no turning back now. The physical and mental relief felt liberating. With his member growing slightly harder, he let go of his sheath and let his stream fly naturally. The devious cat wasted no time in turning to face the stall door. As he began walking towards it, the force and direction of his stream oscillated with each step. Stepping through the doorway with both hands holding his phone, he walked into the next stall, noticing each had 2 more rolls of toilet paper. He knew what he had to do.
Moving a finger back down to his groin, he adjusted his shaft, redirecting his stream to make contact with one of the rolls. After a couple of seconds, he was satisfied with the dampness of the toilet paper and turned away from them before beginning to wiggle his hips, sending his stream splashing haphazardly around the stall without care.
Feeling like he still had at least half his bladder left, Tanner checked the time of his recording to find he’d started it a whopping 45 seconds ago. Turning around, he walked into the final, smaller stall and repeated his actions from the middle one, soaking one of the rolls and making sure a decent amount of his warm liquid coated the space. After he was satisfied, he winced a bit while cutting his stream, deciding to save the rest for the main area.
Walking up to the trash bin, the cat took aim inside and released the tension on his bladder once again. Within moments, his familiar pale liquid began to patter at the bottom of the bag, soaking what few paper towels were still left inside. He watched for a moment as the contents within quickly took on the weight of the liquid and compressed closer to the bottom of the bin before taking the opportunity to splash the outside of the bin as well. A new puddle began forming on the floor at the bin’s base. Tanner then turned to face the entrance door and blanketed it, watching as dark streaks painted the door back and forth haphazardly, drips forming at what small gap there was between the bottom of the door and the ground. He then turned away from the wall, facing his back towards one of the few remaining dry sections, and leaned against it. Using his free hand, he stroked his shaft slowly as he peed into the room, facing towards the sinks. He rolled slightly against the wall, leaning side to side as he listened to the loud sounds of his stream hitting the ground all over everywhere whilst pulling his sheath back and forth. As he felt his bladder finally begin to reach empty, he cut his stream before pausing the video. 1 minute 27 seconds. He had one more idea.
Returning his phone to his pocket, he approached the soap dispenser and took a moment to open it up and remove the interior container. Tanner gave it a quick sniff before bringing it below his shaft. It smelled slightly like that of artificial cherry candy and seemed about a quarter full of that cheap, pink, soft, soapy substance. Pulling his phone back out, his tail raised again as he resumed his recording and sent the signal to his bladder one last time to relax. A few moments and one deep breath later, a welcomed tingling sensation greeted the cat's shaft as a stream of his pale urine spilled into the container. Tanner watched proudly as his stream penetrated the goopy liquid, splattering inside satisfyingly. A few seconds later, he finally felt empty and clenched his muscles to force the last few spurts out into the container. With a twitch of his tail, he stopped the recording and looked at the run time: 1 minute and 40 seconds.
He placed his phone back in his pocket and reseated the container back on the wall before pulling the zipper up on his pants and surveying the damage. There were dark streaks all over the walls and shiny puddles all over the floor. Looking into the stalls, a couple of the toilets were still periodically dripping with fresh cat piss. Half of the rolls were wrinkled and drenched. Any paper towels that were left on the floor were totally sodden by this point.
Tanner felt slightly disappointed he was empty. Then again, he was also pretty proud of how much surface area he was able to cover in just one load. In fact, the cat even began to feel a bit of arousal. Looking around a bit more at the mess he made, his member began to grow slowly out of his sheath. Rubbing at the space between his legs, he made his way back to one of the few dry spots left on the walls and leaned into it with one arm, continuing to rub his member.
After a moment of careful consideration, albeit one mostly clouded with arousal, he undid his pants again. Feeling the cool air once again around his member, he coaxed the rest of it out of his sheath, and whilst gripping it, pulled the palm of his hand hard into his lower belly. Letting out a breathy moan, the cat continued stroking his member and sheath. Gripping the base of his cock tightly, he slid his hand up towards the head, coaxing a large drop of pre to emerge from his tip and fall slowly to the ground below. Using one of his fingers, he rubbed around the head of his member, coating it in the slippery precum that hadn’t yet fallen to the ground. Tanner rewatched the moments he partook in moments ago in his head while still having the opportunity to relish in the feelings of the surrounding ambience.
Continuing to rub up and down his shaft, he thought about the dripping toilets.
He thought about the toilet paper, drenched with his fluids.
He thought about the trash bin, swimming with warm paper towels.
And the soap dispenser, thinner than it was when he entered.
And the streaks of piss on the walls
And…
And……
He felt it: the point of no return. The cat held his breath, and in the quiet moments of the room, you could hear the first shot of cum strike the side of the wall with a splat. Letting out a deep breath, Tanner panted hard as spurt after spurt of warm feline cum jetted from his member. Some managed to hit the base of the wall, some drops fell straight to the ground, some of it rolled onto his fingers. For a few moments, the cat’s head was empty as he relished in the enjoyment. Opening his eyes partly while still leaning on the wall, he saw a couple creamy strands run ever so slowly down the wall.
“I should probably get cleaned up.” Tanner thought, turning around to the sink to wash the slimy, yet sticky, substance from his hands. He pushed the button on the soap dispenser and the soft pink liquid came out. The substance was more watery than usual, but it’d still do the job just fine. After washing his hands and wiping them dry with a paper towel, he used it to clean off whatever residual cum was still left on his member, then tossed it into one of the puddles on the ground, watching as it quickly took on liquid and melted into the ground below.
“Have fun cleaning that one…” he muttered to himself as he opened the door and flicked off the light. Stepping outside and surveying the area, he set off back towards home, satisfied with the now drenched state of the room behind him.