C21 (1/2)

I had too much porridge at home. Halfway there, I couldn't hold it in anymore and wanted to piss. My mother was already very tired from the tricycle, so she couldn't get me off by herself. I took out the remaining bottle from yesterday's Nutri-Express and let me pee in it. I say, it's not like you don't know how I'm going to piss my guts off.

Mother said there was a soft plastic funnel buried in the wound. You put the funnel in the mouth of the bottle and then you peed. I said the funnel was so short, and the outlet was in the perineum, next to the anus. The door, as I sat there, I pulled it out, even if it was long enough, the tube had to bend to get it out.

Mother complained. What was this doctor thinking, why did he put the funnel back? Why didn't he move forward a little? The position of the chicken was quite good. After getting it a little longer, he took it out and stuffed it into a bottle. He then urinated in a bottle. It was very convenient.

I said you didn't understand, but the doctor thought better of it, and the funnel went down to the perineum, so that its outlet was perpendicular so that the urine could flow cleanly and be shortened, so as not to be easily picked up by the thigh.

Mother said that I, an old woman, pedaled a tricycle for half a day, tired half to death, a person how to move you out of the car, a pest.

After some thought, I asked my mother to ride the tricycle to a more remote place. I took off my pants, revealing my bare buttocks and thighs, and lay down with my upper body on the ground. The doors appeared and said, ”Mother, hurry up. Do you see the soft leather funnel? Put the funnel nozzle in a bottle, I'm going to pee! ”

”This funnel's nozzle is only two centimeters long, like a little silkworm's chrysalis,” the mother muttered as she moved. ”Alright, go pee, I'll put it in a bottle!”

After all, it was because of his body that the muscles in his bladder were being squeezed. He had to pee out of it vigorously and slowly. While I was peeing, two people came up on motorcycles. He stopped and looked at us with a strange expression and asked, ”What are you guys doing?”

The mother said, ”The child is sick. He is urinating!”

”I'm already pissing myself to the point of bleeding!”

”It's fine, that was from a wound!”

”This child's chicken …” Where's the Ba He? ” the man on the motorcycle asked.

Cut it! You can leave now. Stop looking and look, the child is shy and sweating all over! ” the mother said impatiently.

But the biker didn't leave. On the contrary, a few more people gathered around to watch.

I was sweating profusely, my head was spinning, and I was tired, struggling to stay in position.

Mother said anxiously, ”Hurry up and pee! ”Why haven't you finished peeing!”

I want to pee a little faster than she does. However, my urinary system was severely damaged, and it was extremely difficult for me to urinate. It felt like a person who couldn't and didn't want to, so he clenched his teeth and tried to move his abdomen to squeeze out his urine. Squeezing out the urine, drop by drop, into the bottle.

Mother urged again, ”Are you ready? They're all watching! ”

At this moment, there were already several layers of people surrounding the tricycle to watch. There was a flurry of discussion. Someone came again and when he couldn't see her from the outside, he asked loudly, ”What are you doing?” Someone joked, ”It's giving birth! I'm forcing you to look at it! ” The man outside jumped up and stuck his head in, or tried to get in.

While using all my strength, I complained to my mother, ”I told you to find a remote place. Look at what kind of place you found it. There'll be a lot of people coming over soon!”

Mother said, ”Don't mumble at me. Are you going to pee?”

After a while, I felt like dying. I opened my mouth and embarrassedly said, ”I used all my strength and used my poop. I think I'm in trouble. Mother, what should I do?”

The crowd burst into laughter.

”Aiya! It seems like you have a lot of trouble now! Then are you going to pee? ” Mother gnashed her teeth in annoyance and rolled her eyes at me.

”No need to pee!”

Mother took the bottle away, found the toilet paper, pulled it down, and spread it on my ass.

As soon as the sticky and hot shitty sh * t came out, it made the onlookers swoon away.

When I was done, my mother wrapped the shit in toilet paper, threw it outside the tricycle, and wiped my butt. I lowered myself into a crouch and pulled up my pants. My mother got on the tricycle and took me back to the city.

The two of us arrived at the door of the department store before eight in the evening. After waiting for about half an hour. A middle-aged man with a white cap on his head appeared, looking around. I said it should be him. His mother coughed and shouted the slogan she had agreed on in advance: ”The sun is rising from the west!”