#tickling.

Why must you always assume me to have the worst of intentions, I wonder?

You act as if it's my devious plan to fill up your bladder until it hurts and you get squirmy, can barely hold it in even, just so I can playfully start tickling you and accidentally applying pressure to your stomach, until you end up whining and protesting and begging me to stop, while already being in the process of releasing, pissing yourself embarrassingly, soaking wet, moaning in between forced laughs and giggles, even though you're starting to lay in a puddle of your own piss (and secretly getting way too turned on by it).