Wii Wee

Sammy and Julie stand shoulder-to-shoulder before the television—arms outstretched with Wii remotes gripped tightly as they navigate hair-raising curves of a high-speed racing game. The room echoes with the screech of tires and cheering crowds while Sammy's free hand presses urgently against her lower abdomen.

"I have to stop," she pants, shifting weight from foot to foot without breaking her motion-controlled steering. "Please just pause!"

Julie shakes her head firmly despite noticing Sammy's growing discomfort. "You'll quit if we do!" she counters as they race down the virtual track.

With superhuman focus, Sammy holds on through the final lap—the game's physics requiring every ounce of concentration even as her bladder screams for release. Just as victory flashes across the screen, her body betrays her resolve—warm liquid gushing through her panties to form a dark stain that spreads rapidly down her thighs and pools at her feet.

"Did it!" she gasps triumphantly even as evidence of her sacrifice glistens on the hardwood beneath them. Julie's competitive grin falters as she takes in the growing puddle—Wii remote slipping slightly in suddenly unsteady hands.