idea: you play videos games while games while I sit back and watch you, and keep bringing you drinks because we both know you don’t drink enough water. you’re so focused that by the time you notice you need to pee at all, you’re already nearing the stage of desperation, but I convince you to play one last game before you go.
the drinks hit you way faster than expected, and soon you’re squirming. since you’re playing with a controller, you can only very briefly use your hands to hold yourself sometimes. focusing on the game makes it harder to hold, but the growing desperation distracts you, and you make more mistakes than usual, so you’re always catching up, fixing something you did wrong, or dangerously close to a game over. bouncing in your seat affects your dexterity with buttons, so that too has to stay minimal.
desperation comes and goes in waves. sometimes, you’re on the edge of your seat, shaking, gripping the controllers so tight your knuckles are white, but then it finally calms down and you can forget you even needed to go.
that might be the the most treacherous part, because you’re so engrossed in the game that you don’t see it coming, when the need rises again.
your full attention is stretched thin between the game, which keeps getting more difficult, and keeping control of your bladder, so you don’t think not to keep drinking, out of motor reflex.
so focused are you on not losing, you don’t even notice the first time you leak a little bit, while navigating a tricky game section at the height of a desperation surge. you only feel it after, when you can relax a tad and slightly unclench your legs, feeling dampness between them.
the next time you try to navigate a hard game sequence, your bladder throbs in need again, as if it knows the worst moments to remind you how full you are. a much bigger spurt of piss hisses between your legs, one you can’t ignore or not notice, and, by that point, it’s basically already too late.
you try to wrap up the play, to get to a safe area so you can just put down the controller and dash for the bathroom, but you can’t seem to find one, and the frantic searching takes some of your focus away from your bursting bladder. the wet patch on your pants keeps slowly growing and growing, even with your best efforts to clamp your legs and your muscles shut. you’re so desperate, so close to losing control, you can barely focus on playing anymore, and it’s taking you much longer than it should to find a safe zone. by the time you do, you’ve been spitting in your pants every other moment, and when you see the end is near, your body nearly gives up on the spot in anticipation.
the moment you make it, you drop the controller and shove your hands between your legs, tight on your wet crotch, and you feel warmth hissing against your palm. you stand up, but it’s too late. you can’t do it anymore, the gravity does you in. you try to take a step, you really do, but it’s entirely futile. piss gushes out of you, uncontrollably, spilling between your fingers and down your thighs. it splatters on the floor below in a few large bursts, which is when you finally give up—or maybe you’re forced to by your muscles giving up. it all starts coming out, so much all at once, and it lasts so long, you hadn’t realized how much you had drank at all.
when it finally calms down, the last of it coming out in a few large bursts, you stand there, absolutely soaked, embarrassed, and so so so relieved to finally be empty.
