This is a pee-story I started writing in sections to add to pee-galleries. I will keep adding it here so it's easier to read in one block instead of chopped up into episodes in the galleries. I hope everyone enjoys it. Peegirl power for ever and ever! 

Once in our world there lived a girl named Penelope. As long as Penelope could remember she was a bedwetter. And worse, even during the day, she would leak pee into her pretty garments. All her light-colored fabrics were a little or a lot stained pale or deep yellow. At school she was bullied so terribly. The others would pull her black braided hair, which was also always a little damp with her pee, and call her a "pee girl" as if this was a bad thing and to be ashamed of. She would return home and water her pee-bed with her tears. And her pee. The pee smell always made her feel safer and protected even though it was said she should be embarrassed. Penelope never grew out of being a pee girl. She failed at everything in life and everywhere she went people ignored her or acted like she was crazy because of her pee smell. She developed a drug habit but even the other meth users avoided her. Eventually she lived in the mental institutions. There she had a room with a bunkbed and her bunk mate was named Calliope, who had the very lazy nickname "crazy calli" because she tended to lash out and tear her bedsheets and she was famous for sometimes smearing her girl-shit on things. She also loved to pee her pants, pee her bed, and just pee everywhere. She told Penelope how she should be proud to be a peegirl and not ever wash her precious pee off of her body or clothes. "You make our room smell like the place where two peegirls bed down and bond. Please don't ever not be a peegirl," was something she whispered to Penelope one night. Very, very quiet. The next sound was even better. It was Calliope's cuntpiss hissing out of her hairy pussy into Penelope's mattress. "This is for you. You're now one of the pee-sisters. All the big Pee Princesses who rule the better world beyond this one love you and can smell you and our combined peegirl smell." They kissed and did other girl-things. Calliope's favorite game became flooding her top bunk mattress with her girlpee, and it would seep through down to Penelope. Penelope would then let her own pretty girlpee flow out of her pisscunt while rubbing her clit which was sticky with the natural vaginal mucous but also her old and fresh urine. In the mornings the two of them would be screamed at and called names by the truly evil repulsive staff who hated girlpee and the two pee-sisters, now indivisibly bonded by the sacred pheromones of their girlpee into a pee-sister coven of two. The staff could never break their peegirl spirit, even though they made them clean the room with bleach and chemicals and re-make their beds and do laundry duties every day. Any chance they got they would sneak into a closet and empty their bladders into each other's mouths, or one or the other of them would spray girlpee all across someone's desk. One day though things became so terribly bleak it is hard to write about. The utterly evil enemies of girlpee consciousness on the staff decided to separate them. "They are a bad influence on each other and they are encouraging each other to wet the bed!" Calliope said to her pee-sister Penelope to "meet me by the old fountain. Make sure you wet yourself lots of times ahead of time and I will, too." And they met. Calliope said "Penelope you know and I know we must run away. But wherever we run, will we ever find a feral peegirl coven to take us in? I don't know. But I have a plan, follow..." Calliope smelled so strongly of girlpee, not only her own, since she and Penelope liked to swap pissy clothes, and Penelope followed her by sight and by scent. They came to a sacred wooded grove where the trees wept for them. Says Calliope: "We will leave this terrible awful world once and for all." "Yes" says Penelope "yes we will." A cyanide tab had been procured because Calliope knew where to get just about everything. The taste was so bitter. The two precious peesisters shared one last deep pissy kiss and the overall taste was actually somewhat wonderful. Penelope held Calliope close. Her heart was beating. Faster. Like a scared rabbit. Like a frightened starling. "My little piss-sister..." But it was not over. Awakening, there was a gleeful sound from across the hill. "we.... live?" Then they saw the greatest vision ever. Ever. Ever. A true gang of peegirls skipping over the hill. The wind carried their heavy, dense, ammonia and rat's cage and pressed flower piss-scent to the two peegirls from the mental-ward. The only mockery they were met with was that they were not yet peed on and in enough. But the many peegirls - there were an even dozen in this coven - lost no time in beginning to completely drench them in literally heavenly girlpiss. "We must have made it to heaven, Calliope! They always said we were perverted sinners bound for hell, but we fooled them all! We are in peegirl heaven!" "Ruled by Pee Princesses!" roared the leader of the peegirl coven, who had a bratty peegirl name - Stacy or Tracy, it was a little hard to tell with all the hissing sound of cuntpiss splashing - and this was how the adventures in the Pee Princesses world began! Please add more pee to your bed waiting for part two where it gets really good.

CHAPTER TWO --

In our previous episode, we learned how Penelope and Calliope, two peegirls from the mental wards had made it into peegirl heaven. This is something that happened out of desperation. They expected at most only the infinity of oblivion. What they had not counted on was the strength of their own peegirl bond and the power of true pee-sister love to thwart death and evade and confound the peegirl hating world they had endured during life. Now they were in a wonderful field, the two of them legs akimbo across each other while a dozen big peegirls emptied their bladders into their mouths, onto their clothes, and into their hair. A tree stretched out for joy its limbs over them, shading them protectively.

Penelope was at a loss for words with joy. She also didn't want to say much while all the big peegirls took turns hissing their streams of piss down her throat. She didn't want to distract any of them, wanted to make sure she swallowed as much girlpee as possible. She had a deep aching feeling that she wanted to impress these wild peegirls. She wanted to her belly to be full to bursting with a mixture of precious urine from many peegirls, one after another. Penelope lived most of her life, until she met Calliope, as a closeted peegirl who was neurotic about wetting her bed and didn't know she should be proud of her bedwetting and pee-scented clothing and body. The only other real peegirl she knew was Calliope. In her dreams there were others but in the mental wards they would always tell her "you live in a fantasy world, you need to grow up and learn to be responsible and have as many ‘dry nights' in your bed as you can. Admit you have a problem." Calliope was the first to tell her "maybe they should admit THEY have a problem and the problem is that we will NEVER stop wetting our beds! Their problem, not ours!" Calliope's bratty "claws out" attitude impressed Penelope so much, and encouraged her, but she suspected Calliope was maybe the only other peegirl in existence. So to encounter a whole peegirl coven who laughed so easily with each other, and smelled so strongly of piss that even outdoors they could be smelled before they were seen, made her heart, which had been hardened by the cruel world, melt all the way. Her heart melted in such a way that she didn't know it was even possible for it to melt so much. As the dozen peegirl's bladders began to empty, Penelope laid back into Calliope's pee-sloshing lap. There was one straggler among the coven who was "pee shy" at first, and came back for a second try. She squeezed and had a concentrated look at first. Another of the coven came to her and began very gently petting her head. "Oh Angela, I know you can do it. I believe in you. Show everyone what a brave peegirl you can be. We want our new initiates to feel loved. I love you so much. Just look up at the sky and think of our powerful Goddess and how pleased she is with the world of the Pee Princesses...." And then Angela finally released a stream of the most pretty perfect yellow girlpee. Even though she was "pee shy," when it finally came out, it was really a full bladder full. And she had great control... she peed about half on Penelope and then stopped for a second, turning to Calliope to finish. Of all the dozen, her pee was one of the most bitter and strongest tasting and smelling, which was pure bliss to both the peegirls from the mental wards as they were so experienced with different pee-tastes from many months of drinking and smelling each other's pee at all times of day, with all levels of hydration, diet, types of medications and drugs and etc.

"Oh, it is so nice to meet you ALL!" says Calliope. The whole coven laughed and giggled in unison and many of them jumped up and down a few times. They were clearly giddy to find their new initiates and genuinely proud of them and totally doe-eyed over-the-moon in love with them. Penelope was still dazed. She looked down at her clothes. Her own many pee stains... Calliope's pee stains... and now the mixed, communal cuntpiss of a dozen Pee Princesses. She was still dressed the same... recognized the pee stains from the week prior when she and Calliope took turns pissing her white dress with the elegant blue and pink embroidered floral edgings. She wondered how it worked... to end up in a heaven of any sort. Penelope had a somewhat cynical mind. Calliope had softened her cynicism a little, as she was the first one in her miserable life to show her any true love, and helped her embrace bedwetting and pee-sisterhood, but Penelope still wondered "how can we still have bodies? Can the Pee Princesses world really be real? Did Calliope just give us a weird drug and we are still alive? Or what?"  As if she could read her mind - and she almost could, because they were truly best friends bonded in the deepest ways, Calliope turned to her... "can you believe it?" Penelope: "No! I mean... I want to... I feel it... I feel it so deeply...  but can it really be?"

The pee-puddle in Calliope's lap was so deep because she had been wearing a light tan dress which was made of a woven almost canvas-like fabric. She adored it because it held and showed off pee-stains gorgeously. It also retained a lot of pee and now a little reservoir of 12 girl-pees was collected in it. The edges of the pee puddle were bubbly and foamy, and it had an enchanting amber color and or course an intoxicating hypnotic aroma. One of the peegirls from the pack sat down in a squatting position between Calliope and Penelope, her cunt, which was just barely exposed now below her dress, still dripping fresh girlpee. She cupped her hands into the puddle in Calliope's lap and brought her clasped hands to her mouth, drinking the pee in a quick draught and licking some of the pee-foam off her fingers. "Look at you both! You look so dazed! Oh my!" She laughed with real glee and actually a little pee came out of her nose, which seemed very special, like a nice punctuation to her thought. Calliope was usually the more brave of the two, but it was Penelope who, without even saying anything, saddled up to this stranger's face and very slowly licked the little stream of girlpee/runny snot from her pissy face. "Oh, thank you!" says the yet-unnamed peegirl, who didn't flinch even a tiny bit and even returned the favor by opening Penelope's mouth and sucking on her tongue just long enough for them to exchange tastes. "My name is Vermillia Lunaria, of the Pee Princesses world. Now that we know each other pretty well, better than words could say, for sure, we should have a meet-up at our sacred temple and talk about things. You can both take turns drinking from our peecunts underneath our round-table. That's the traditional way to hold a peegirl summit meeting." "Oh yes, we accept this invitation!" says both Penelope and Calliope in slightly different ways, stumbling over each other to agree. "Do you have any questions" asks Vermillion, (just by the way, Vermillion has a strikingly pretty outfit of forest green pocked with white fleur pattern, matching green eyes BLOODSHOT by so much girlpee flowing over and into them, her skin deathly white, sticky with patina of endless girlpiss baths, blue veins, a lot of jewelry, all piss amber in color, no breast outlines visible, blueblack hairs, her garment cut at the sleeve to reveal very hair armpits and lightly hairy arms coated with countless pisses, copious cunthair around her large cunt and socks/shoes of same color, sloshing of sacred urine. Her age maybe 35 but hard to tell exact. Subtle crows feet lines round near her eyes.) "I have questions!" says Penelope. "Are you really real? How did we get here? Are we dead? If so, how do we seem to be alive? Is this heaven? Is this a special heaven for peegirls? Isn't it bad to lust, like being too greedy and eating candy until you're sick? And doesn't that mean we are maybe bad, and if we're bad how are in a place that seems so good? Are we dreaming? Am I a character in your dream? OR WHAT?!" (Penelope was always fond of adding "or what" as an ending, ever since forever, just because she was a little insecure about speaking her mind, a problem Calliope was helping her with.)

Vermillion looked up to the sky, and up at the other peegirls of the coven who were all lounging around now, looking happy. One smoked a cigarette. One was sitting across from Calliope, her hand down her very peed-in pants, gently masturbating her peecunt. "Ah" Vermillion says. "Time captivates, but we should not be its captives. We were prisoners in time, never knowing our fates. We all came from pisscunts but no one knew how they would die. They don't get to go back the same way. It's not fair by any way of looking at it. How would anybody die? By serrated knife? Accident at sea? Disease? In a war? Miserable old age and losing your memories? It's so sad I don't even want to think in its direction. It's a cosmic joke that is also the biggest tragedy because it's a joke when it should be serious. Look...." She again cups a cats-cradle handful of girlpee... but holds her hands long enough... and slowly it runs out of her hands back to the little pool in Calliope's lap. "That is like holding time. We can't hold time. It runs through our fingers. And do you know what time is? An illusion? No... it's a trap. An evil trap. But we figured it out. It is only a location. Leaving it is as easy as just closing the door. Turning the corner. It is propaganda that uses fear to control people that says ‘all the bedwetters must be corrected in the mental wards. Have dry nights only.' You two have the best instincts, probably because you're in touch with peegirl consciousness, the instincts that led you to simply walk away from a deranged universe into a sane one. This Pee Princesses world is the beacon of sanity. And we live on the inside of a beautiful hollow pissy slowglobe. Our Goddess Noctifer is the one who taught Lucifer to bring the original Venusian peegirls to the Milky Way." Vermillion tended to be longwinded. Calliope watched the pee drips from her pisscunt slow and slow as she gave her talk, which was really very interesting and reassuring, if over-long. While Vermillion was giving a cosmology lesson to the new Pee Princess initiates, another of the coven was now nonchalantly milking her breastmilk onto the Princess who was busy jerking off her pisscunt by the tree. Penelope and Calliope knew they were in for a wonderful adventure but for now they took a minute just to lay back... inhale the collective, communal girlpee and girlcum smell and bask in the relief that the awful world they left behind was really just some kind of terrible fake charade. What will happen next??! Stay tuned for part three...