Jack Globus

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  1. Jack Globus

    Faust's Fateful Occurrences Interactive

    Both 4 and 5. If, during the course of attempting to pull her into your seat, an “accidental” pressing of the stomach (#2) occurs, so much the better.
  2. Jack Globus

    If you were stuck in a major traffic jam..

    So, for the three options: * get out and pee next to the car, regardless of everyone being able to see you? * give in to the inevitable and wait until you wet your pants? * attempt to pee into a narrow necked water bottle ( the only receptacle in the car! As a fantasy, the first one sounds really hot. Stumbling out of my vehicle all sweaty and squirmy, bored eyes turning to me as I fumble with my belt and jerk down my zipper and tug down the front of my jeans and boxers, before finally giving the rest of the drivers halted around me a great and long-lasting yellow show. Yeah, hot. In reality, embarrassment and pee-shyness would make such an action all but impossible for me to carry out. So, in the end, it is merely a nice thought. The third option would depend less on the width of the water bottle's neck and more on how much the bottle could hold. My bladder is towards the large end of the spectrum. If it were only a matter of a few short moments before I started to pee out of control, I would know to a certainty that a huge amount of liquid would be about to burst forth. If the bottle in this scenario were of a similarly high volume, then I would make the attempt to pee into it to the best of my ability. If the bottle is some rinky-dink 500 ml Poland Spring bottle, then I wouldn't bother, as it would surely overflow and spill pee everywhere. So, then, option two is my final answer. I'd hope I would have something in the car, a raincoat or towel or something similar, that I could place under myself before the dam bursts. Regardless, it would then boil down to either: Trying to hold out for the longest time possible, and doing my best to enjoy the situation, before helplessly losing it all. or Leaning back in my seat, thinking of England, and then willingly surrendering the last scraps of my control and flooding myself. From that second option, either of those outcomes would be a relief (and a win for me).
  3. The toilets in my high school weren't too bad. While it's not like one would ever want to eat a meal in there, they were generally clean and well-maintained, and, with maybe one exception, I never really heard of anything unseemly happening within them. That said, as someone with a large bladder, I never really used them to pee. Not out of fear or embarrassment, it was usually just easier to hold through the day. I always ended up going as soon as I got home. Some days produced a few close calls, but nothing resulting in a full-on wetting. The only times I ever used the school toilets were to poop, and, even then, it had to be at an emergency level before I did that, which happened perhaps three times (at most) from the seventh to the twelfth grades. The times I did go, though, were while class was in session, which meant that I was the sole occupant whenever I was in there, and I managed to have my diarrhea attack and finish before someone else came in. So, in that sense, I definitely managed to be somewhat lucky.