A guy is playing games with his friend in voice chat, but he's desperate to pee. They've been playing for hours. And during that time he's drank multiple bottles of soda.
It starts with him just bouncing his knee, then he starts to squeeze his thighs together, and then he's wiggling his lower half non-stop.
He's rocking in his chair back and forth with his eyes glued to the screen. His need is still in the back of his mind, until a particularly urgent pang hits him and his hand flies to his crotch to squeeze himself. Which instantly gets him killed in-game.
“Dude, pay attention.” His friend snaps. They're normally competitive and are already losing.
He glances at the sodas on his desk, and suddenly the feeling of his bladder hits him hard. But he knows he can't ask to leave the game. If he asks for a bathroom break his friend will get annoyed, or even worse, tease him.
“S-sorry.” He mumbles. Trying to sound natural when he feels anything but calm. His bladder feels like a rock, and his dick twitches with the urgent pangs.
He tries to focus on his screen, but his hands feel flimsy and keep missing buttons, making aborted movements to his crotch before he catches himself. “Goddamn it.” He huffs, half in frustration and half in desperation.
Suddenly, his dick pulses harder. “A-ah!” he yelps as he feels a spurt of wet heat come out. Not having worn underwear today, it immediately saturates his pajama pants.
“What was that?” his friend laughs through the mic, “Did you just come in your pants?”
“Someone rounded the corner and it startled me.” He lies through clenched teeth, feeling his face go hot in embarrassment.
He tries to hold back a moan as his dick pushes out another trickle of piss. The liquid spilling down his inner thigh. He needs to do something fast, or he's going to piss all over his computer chair.
He grabs one of the empty soda bottles and fumbles to slip his dick out of his pajama pants. His bladder takes this as a memo that he's about to relieve himself and it spasms even harder. Piss dribbles down to where he's gripping himself tightly. He frantically tries to position himself against the bottle. Having to spread his thighs. As soon as his tip is shoved against the opening of the bottle his body lets go. A heavy, frantic stream of piss erupts out of him. The sound hissing against the plastic sounds so loud in his quiet room that he's worried his headset is picking it up. He tries his hardest to hold back his sighs of relief as he slumps back in his chair.
Except... He's really going at it. It's not stopping. And the bottle is getting close to full. He panics and clenches as hard as he can, his bladder angry with him. He hurries to put the now heavy and hot bottle onto his desk as he tries to grab another empty one. His dick, lying limp in his lap, dribbles stubbornly. “No, no, wait-” He squirms, trying to pry the cap off the new bottle. “Why won't this come off!?” A sharp pain stabs his bladder and he gasps. As he freezes in place, a flood of warmth spills out of him. His body has given up and so has he. He lets the bottle drop out of his hands and just watches as the piss soaks his pajamas. Then it starts splattering onto the floor in rivets. As the pain dissipates and he comes back to himself, he notices there are tears in his eyes and that he's panting heavily.
Also that his headset is still on.
“What the fuck was that?” He hears a bewildered voice in his ears.
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