Ah, what a morning! I woke up, slowly opening my eyes as the sun shone through the windows. Today was gonna be a great day, I just knew it!

I sat up, stretched, and yawned. I wiggled my legs a bit, and my thigh hit a... wet spot? I pulled the sheets away and sure enough, I had somehow made a clear, odorless wet spot right in the center of the bed!

I giggled softly to myself. I'm the type of gal to laugh things off as they happen, no matter how silly or absurd they are. Can't waste time worrying about things you can't control, right?

Anyway, I decided to get out of bed and replace the sheet. It's only sensible, after all. However, as I took a few steps, I realized that my sleep panties were absolutely soaked! That had never happened before. Obviously, I didn't pee myself, so what happened? Did I need to see a doctor?

I rushed to the bathroom, my panties clinging to me like a rash. Once I arrived, I practically ripped those panties right off and tossed them to the side. I shivered as the cool air hit my exposed pussy, and I looked down to see if there was anything else abnormal besides the sensitivity and mysterious leaks.

Wait a minute, it was puffy now! What used to be a discreet little snatch was now a bulging mound, sticking out excitedly as a clear fluid steadily dripped out. Curiousity got the better of me, and I reached down to touch myself. I gasped and moaned involuntarily as my nether regions reacted immediately, gushing out more of the clear, sticky liquid onto the floor. It came out in a jet-like burst, and I shivered as it calmed down. After that, I was addicted. I touched my cunt again and again, each time eliciting a euphoric response from it.

After a few of these pleasant bodily evaluations, I decided to go and change the sheets on my bed. As I walked, my protruding pussy made squelching noises, releasing a steady stream of my newly discovered fluids. I felt an overwhelming urge to touch it, to feel it, to rub it to another amazing rush of pleasure, but I focused my attention on the sheets.

Once I finished, I figured I should call the doctor. I rung up my physician, and he quickly got back to me.

"Hi, I'm calling about my... um..." I paused, trying to figure out how best to word my situation. "I'm calling about my vagina! It's wet and slick and clear fluid keeps coming out and it feels so good and-"

Without even thinking, my physician chuckled and answered with what sounded like a celebratory tone. "Oh, that? That's just squirt. Some lucky women experience it. Do you feel any pain or discomfort?"

I knew he was just following protocol by asking, but I still answered. "No, just pure pleasure. Touching it feels really good. It's like a mound now."

The physician didn't seem phased in the slightest. "Then you have nothing to worry about," he responded. "You're simply a gifted girl. Enjoy yourself!"

Hearing those words from a physician was relieving, to say the least. In fact, I daresay they were liberating. Knowing that I could touch my sensitive mound at any time, for any reason, with no repercussions sent an excited chill down my spine. My pussy seemed to agree, as the fluid stream became thicker and faster, making a small puddle on the floor beneath me.

As I hung up with a quick "thank you", I realized that something changed inside of me. I wanted nothing more than to explore this sudden development in my body. I wanted to touch it. I wanted more of my clear goo to come out of my magical hole. As strange as it seemed, I wanted to cover everything with my... (what was it?... oh, yeah!) squirt. I wanted to flood the building with my squirt. I wanted to let it out all over the furniture, the walls, the floor, even the ceiling! I wanted the place to positively reek of my delicious discovery!

Feeling excited and invigorated, I let all of my inhibitions go. My pussy squelched and squirted freely, making noises that only turned me on more. I humped the tables, the chairs, even the doorknobs, and my snatch responded happily as more of my explosive juices splattered all over the place. As I went along, the sensation only became more intense. There was not a single moment during which I wasn't producing and shooting this glorious nectar from my cunt. I squirted everywhere, leaving not a single dry spot. Heck, I even grabbed my towel and spurted into that!

All the while, I was moaning, screaming, and writhing, with only one thought going through my head. "More. More, more, more!" I couldn't get enough of it! I felt an insatiable need to drown everything I saw in my girl batter. Once I had made sure I had given my entire room a thorough second coating, I thought about more places to release my gloriously endless load. Oh, yeah! I hadn't tried it on a person yet. I wondered what they would think when they saw me cover all of their stuff in slimy goodness. They would have been absolutely mortified, confused, or maybe just jealous! I sure would have been!

With my mind set, I threw a quick skirt on, being careful not to even touch the constantly erupting volcano between my legs. Giving myself a nod of satisfaction, I rushed out the door, already consumed by raunchy thoughts about what I would cum all over next.

Writer's Note: Originally, this was gonna be a standard masturbation/squirt/solo work, but then I wondered "what if she never stopped squirting?" and just went from there, haha. Might do a sequel of this does well. Feedback is always appreciated! ^{^}