#hold rambles

i have a little timer box too, mostly for e*dging but it works well in this scenario. key in, locked for about two hours, water bottle chugged and refilled. my belt wasn't going anywhere and my bladder was gonna fill up whether i liked it or not.

ive gone on walks like this. my shirts are usually long enough to cover my belt, if not i just find a baggy one. otherwise the lock is visible and others can see how desperate i am, not that they cant by the end of my walk. i start the little loop in my neighborhood, bottle in hand, feeling a little pressure but nothing crazy.

it doesn't really set in until i hit the uphill. my legs have to work a little harder and i realize just how full i am, just how much i drank. i glance down at the bottle and think about how this is the point, then take a long gulp of it. the tensing of my bladder feels nice at this point, just a subtle reminder of my need. if i were home, i may have started rubbing myself off. except for the fact that my jeans were still locked.

by the time i finish my walk, im walking a little faster and my hips are starting to rock. i can definitely feel the need and my body is a little desperate, getting the signs i need a bathroom i know i wont be walking to.

i go back inside and check the timer on the box. an hour and fifteen minutes. shit. i take a deep breath and glance at my computer, knowing im gonna need to find a distraction. my water bottle is half empty and i take a reluctant sip, unsure if im gonna make it to the timed release.

i don't have much choice. i sit at the computer and start up a game, one hand going to fidget with my belt. the game would load and distract me for a bit, but water just continues seeping into my bladder. theres nothing i can do about it.

id try to get my belt unlocked eventually. desperate pleading as i stand and let my hips dance around, rocking and crouching and gripping between my legs. the metal and leather don't give way, though. i pull desperately on the padlock, one single piece of metal keeping me from the release i needed. and i did it to myself.

i take a shuddering breath and look at the timer. 45 minutes left. i wasn't going to make that. a glance is shot at my crotch, hand quickly following it as a tense wave passes.

i dance desperately, knowing ive only got a few more of those i can make. my hand moves from my belt to my tummy, feeling how rock hard my bladder is. there's literally nothing i can do about it, liquid locked inside me with no ability for me to safely release it. i was going to mess myself.

you've been gaming for hours now. you didn't really realize it, time flies when you're having fun. your two friends Alex and Casey are in the call, you've been playing healer while the two of them wreck it up as the tanks. you couldn't be more lucky really.

you laugh as Casey queues up another match and reach for your Dr. Pepper. shit, it was empty. you stand and pull your headphones off, interrupting Alex. "be right back, gotta grab another drink before the match." you run to the fridge, grab another can of soda, then return to the chair. you lock in your character and load in, cracking the can as you control with one hand. you take a long sip and ready yourself for the match.

as things ramp up, you feel the bubbles in your chest. that's the most distracting as you struggle with it, interrupting your sentences and making you hiccup a little. as the panic dies down and your team resets from a loss, you take another, longer sip in the hopes it'll help.

it does, catching you off guard as you burp into the mic. thankfully the sound suppression apparently doesn't pick it up, but it isn't alone and you catch yourself belching. shit. well, at least you feel better.

"good one." Alex cracks at you and your cheeks burn. you laugh. "sorry, i needed that." you instead opt for your water bottle, finding it empty as well. shit, when had you drank this much? oh well, soda it was. you take a couple long sips, not really caring that you had to burp. you were hanging out and having fun!

you jump into the next team fight and feel a few more bubbles, but more importantly you feel another pressure sinking in, rather quickly. maybe it was the attention being drawn to your body, but you finally noticed that the last time you used the bathroom was around 1pm. you started gaming around 2, it was currently... 6:45pm.

since then, what had you put in yourself? a whole water bottle, two (and now a half) cans of Dr. Pepper, a bowl of popcorn, and a family sized bag of gummy bears. your character dies on screen from your lack of attention and you use the respawn time to take a long sip and to glance down at your stomach.

oh, you were bloated. you take a deep breath as the weight in your lower half really sets in, you feel the drinks over the last few hours finally colliding with each other in your bladder. a hand reaches down to brush over it and its hard to the touch, but then your character respawns.

you finish out the match with a win and hear your friends celebrating. you're already getting out of your chair. "hey guys, gimme a second, i gotta-"

you hear the sound of another match being queued. "oh shit," Casey sounds genuinely apologetic, "sorry! i thought you just got up so you'd be good. my bad." you take another deep breath and sink back into your chair, your leg starting to bounce. "it's all good, lets just make it quick. i gotta piss."

they chuckle at you sympathetically and Alex starts talking. "yeah, that was me a couple rounds ago. thats why i was gone for like ten minutes..." you're more focused on how your thighs have to press together. how your hips scoot back in the chair just a little bit so you can lean forward more, one knee sliding over top of the other to tighten everything up.

it was getting worse by the second. you look at the nearly empty can of Dr. Pepper and a thought crossed your head: i should just finish it. there's only a sip or two left. you know it takes a while for liquids to actually settle in, so in a lull you reach over and chug the rest of it. it would be fine.

after another team fight, it was certainly not fine. your stats were bad and getting worse, and Casey even laughs at you. "hey, you good over there? why can't i stay alive now?" you huff at him. "im getting dove," you mutter, completely lying. thankfully there was dive on the other team so it wasn't untrue, but you really just couldn't be in the right spot. it was so hard to think of anything but the pressure and keeping everything inside.

you reach point, but there's another match to go. your head hangs over the keyboard as you lean forward, both hands gripping your junk now. you pant for a moment, truly considering just running in between matches.

unfortunately, in the time it takes you to consider that, you run out of it. you can't make it there and back in 20 seconds. you straighten up and start moving forward, feeling the pressure turn into just plain struggle. your bladder starts quivering as your muscles strain to keep you clean, you really don't wanna have an accident in your gaming chair.

you get to point and feel bubbles in your chest again. oh God, not now... you hiccup and start the team fight as the enemy approaches, the burps bouncing up and down in your chest. you can't focus on three things at once, your leg is still bouncing and you need to keep your buddies alive! theyre screaming for healing as your legs desperately squeeze together and you're not sure if any of you are gonna make it through the fight.

you guys do eventually make it through with only three casualties, but unfortunately one of the casualties is your underwear. as a particularly strong wave hits you feel a small spurt, right as you hear a sound cue: you're actually getting dove. fuck. your hands are stuck to the controller as your muscles strain to cut the stream, doing so after a couple seconds. longer than it would've taken if you could hold yourself.

you gasp at yourself. did you really just wet yourself? you glance down, now distracted from the game almost entirely. there's a dark spot on your crotch, barely visible but still visible. you're just happy you're at home ar Alex starts talking.

"we'll pause after this match, just don't let it go into overtime." oh fuuuuuck. overtime would mean they have to go two more rounds and you know you just really won't make it. you nod even though they can't see you, too much frantic energy in your body. "please. i need to run immediately after this match."

"oh? someone's gotta get to the bathroom that bad, huh?" Casey snickers over the call and you feel your cheeks burn again. Alex is chuckling, not quite in the same tone. you aren't sure how to respond, so you try to laugh back.

"shut up man, im fine. i just drank too muuUUUUHHH-" your sentence is interrupted by the bubbles overloaded in your chest finally demanding release. you belch and both of them crack up. Casey sounds like he's losing it as his character dies.

"oh man, that was even better than last time. slow down on the sodas or you're gonna have to do the potty dance to help." little did he know you were way past that point. your bladder quivers and you feel a little bit more liquid overpower you, pressure in your entire lower half making it so much worse.

your bloated tummy wasn't doing you any favors. as you rip off your headphones because you're sick of hearing your friends laugh, you hear a loud gurgle. it takes you a second to realize the sound came from you.

it clearly didn't like the combination of things you put into it, along with plenty of the soda bubbles going through your system that didn't leave your mouth. you had a lot of air in your system in every way, a lot of pressure, a lot going on. but one thing was the most pressing.

you die again. fuck, it's overtime. your team needs to take this point or you had to do two more rounds. you're running back from spawn desperately as the healer, knowing your team isn't gonna win the fight without healing.

hands once again locked to the game, your thighs squeeze and a whine leaves your lips. you hear a sick sounding rumble from your gut. you're not sure if your friends were talking or if they heard any of it, but you can't find it in you to care. a leak springs into your pants and you gasp, your character stopping as you grab your junk. "no," you mumble, unsure if you're responding to something. it was desperate times now with this wave. muscles clench and unclench and finally, you feel everything recede back into your body.

back to the game. thankfully you weren't far from point and are able to start healing, but the waves are getting more frequent. you needed to win this fight now. your belly sounds like a bubbling cauldron.

your bladder was giving out. leaks were frequent, you get about three desperately spurts before finally getting control of yourself. it ends right at the team fight and round ends, a final "fuck you" squirting out of you just to make sure you know how full you are.

the moment you hear that victory ding, you're gone. headphones get abandoned as you fly to the bathroom, your hands already on your waistband. shaky hands struggle with the belt holding you back, but then it immediately finds its home around your knees. your hips are dancing side to side the whole time as you fight to not have a dribble of piss streaming down your leg.

you make it to the bathroom just fine and immediately get the most relief you've felt in a long time. it takes about a minute and a half and when you get back, of course your friends queue you in immediately before you can masturbate about it.