Harvey just finished with his last patient for the day, and not a moment too soon. He had more coffee than usual today to keep his energy up, and he was feeing every bit of it stretching his bladder to its absolute limit. There just hadnât been time to take a break, between the nonstop flow of patients and the mountain of paperwork he had let pile up. He twisted his legs together behind the desk as he finished filling Evelynâs prescription and scheduling her next appointment, struggling to keep a friendly smile on his face as he furiously bounced his legs.
The minute the woman was out the door, he squeezed his hands between his legs with a groan. Oh Yoba, he was so full! The single bathroom in the clinic was at the back of the building, but even that short walk felt much too far. Maybe he could just grab a bedpan andâŠ
No, he could certainly make it! He was a grown adult and a doctor. He just had to gather his composure, wait for thatâoh!âthat latest bladder spasm to pass, and then he could carefully walk to the bathroom without jostling his overfull bladder too much, and finallyâ
The front door flew open with a bang. Harvey yelped in surprise. To his horror, a sharp, hot spurt of urine jetted out, soaking into his briefs. He clenched down hard with both hands, thankfully stopping his bladder from releasing any further, but the brief taste of relief just made his desperation spike higher. He needed to go! He had to get to the bathroom NOW, or heâdâŠ
Finally Harvey took stock of the person who had opened the door in the first place. It was the farmer. His face was red, and both hands were squeezed between his thighs. His legs were moving in what could only be described as a potty dance.
âDoctor, can IâŠcan I please use your bathroom? I-itâs an emergency!â
Harveyâs heart plummeted. The farmer kept nervously rambling, about how he had been out at the mines when he realized he needed to pee, and he canât just pee in the mines! What if he offended the shadow people? So he rushed back to town, but Gusâ bathroom is closed with plumbing issues, and Jojas only lets paying customers use their bathroom, and Pierreâs is closed today, andâŠ
And Harvey couldnât ignore a member of his community in need. It was his duty as a doctor.
âO-of course!â he said with as much cheer as he could manage. âIt rightâŠright in the back.â
The farmer bobbed his head thankfully, and began to shuffle his way there, slow moving with his hands between his legs and his thighs pressed together.
ItâŠit was still okay. Harvey could wait a little longer.
He felt a trickle of sweat drop down his neck, and his bladder shuddered, letting out another little dribble into his soaked briefs. He bit down on his lip, his face burning.
Hold itâŠhold itâŠjust a little longer! He was so close! Just wait for the farmer to go, and it would be his turn next. Maybe the wetness in his underwear hadnât soaked through to his pants yet, so the farmer wouldnât have to know how he almostâ
The farmer suddenly let out a pained groan.
Harvey looked up, horrified to realize the farmer had hardly made any progress in his slow shuffle to the bathroom. He was hunched over, visibly shaking, and thenâŠ
A dark stain spread fast down the farmerâs pants, and the loud hiss was soon joined by the trickling and splashing against the linoleum floor.
And all at once, Harvey couldnât stand it another moment either. His bladder gave one more sharp, painful spasm, and then let go entirely. No amount of his desperate clenching and squeezing did anything to slow the sudden, powerful flow. Instead, it seemed to grow even stronger, utterly soaking his pants in an instant. His knees shook with the force of the stream leaving him, the intense relief, and the dizzying shame.
He was wetting himself. In his own clinic. In front of one of his own patients! âŠwho was, admittedly, doing the same thing.
Harvey peeked timidly at the farmer, who seemed to have given in to the relief and had tipped his head back, letting out little sighs and huffs as the puddle kept spreading around his feet.
This was maybe the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him, but the shame was softened a little with the knowledge that he wasnât alone in it.
Harvey closed his eyes and let himself just feel the relief as well. Oh Yoba, he had needed to go so badly! He almost felt weak with how good it felt to finally let it all outâŠ
The flow seemed to last for ages before it finally trickled to a stop and left Harvey breathless and at a loss of what to say.
âI, um. IâŠhave a washing machine upstairs,â he finally said meekly, unable to look at the farmer. âI canâŠwash your clothes, if you donât mind staying here a little longer.â
There was a short pause. âHave you got a mop, Doctor?â
âY-yes?â Harvey said, finally getting the nerve to look at the farmer.
The other manâs face was flushed, but he managed an awkward smile. âHow about this: you can take care of our clothes, and Iâll mop the floor. Just loan me a hospital gown while I work, alright?â
Another wave of relief washed over Harvey, but this time it had nothing to do with the state of his bladder. âItâs a deal.â
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It's on one of the days Maru is off. Which in one way is a blessing (she isn't there to witness Harvey under such bladder distress) and a curse (Harvey's bladder getting to this point because he's on his own today)~âĄ
Omgg Harvey's body seeing/hearing the farmer's relief that it has that pavlovian response for the poor doctor for his bladder to let go!
He's just leaning against the small counter, knees knocking together as his puddle starts to mingle with the farmer's (if he wasn't so blissed out on his own relief, Harvey would probably praise farmer for having such pale/clear output, certainly some proper hydration! The doctor mind never rest, even if the body is currently having an accident xD)
Harvey is in his small apartment, bare from the waist down as he's piling his and farmer's clothes into the washer- he feels the dull ache of his emptied bladder, the muscles sore from holding back such a flood. His cheeks are permanently tinted red as he presses the on button before sheepishly heading back down to the clinic.
Farmer is diligently mopping up the last of the shared puddle, wringing it out before standing back up, one hand on his hip with a look of accomplishment, a tired one but, accomplishment nonetheless. His eyes flick up when he hears the creaking of old stairs.
Harvey stands there, holding out some of his old sweatpants (from his university days) saying that farmer could use his shower and put the sweats on until their clothes were done- adding that the sweatpants will probably be a bit more comfortable than the paper thin clinic gown.
Farmer looks to the sweatpants then to Harvey, who is probably avoiding eye contact as he blushes. Farmer smiles, patting Harvey's wrist as he takes the folded sweats and heads upstairs, thanking him.
Harvey stands in the now empty (and clean) clinic- although he had an accident, the blow was lessened by the fact he hadn't been alone in it
(Cut to like, a couple years later when Harvey and Farmer are married and it becomes a silly story they recollect when one of them are obviously holding it đđ)
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