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  1. Chapter 3 - An Impatient Patient (Content warning for mentions and small descriptions of injury and medical themes.) Someone is waiting for you on level 100 in the skull cavern… That was what yesterday’s note said. You wanted today to be a day of mining in the normal mines, but to hell with that now, this secret note was setting you up for something much greater! You could feel your heartbeat every time you reread the note, it gave you chills. Who was waiting for you there? Why, in all places of the world, was this secret note resting beneath the soil of Stardew Valley? The only way you would ever find out was if you reached level 100. You’d gone on multiple hunts in the skull cavern before. You were not prepared at ALL your first time, and barely came out of it alive after going down less than ten floors. But with time you perfected your strategies. Still, you had never gotten past level 50, and now this note was telling you to get to level 100… if you weren't one for challenges, you would've discarded the note entirely, but you're a stubborn and resolute person, as well as a decent fighter and miner. You wanted to test yourself and find out what lay in floor 100. Your luck for the day was also high. It was like the universe was telling you to go on this mission! So as soon as you could, you boarded the bus to Calico Desert. You checked your backpack one last time as Pam drove you there. You had lots of coffee, various foods, bombs of all types and, of course, your pickaxe and sword. You had also crafted a few staircases just in case you ever needed a bit of help going down difficult floors. An air of determination encased you as you ran to the entrance of the skull cavern. You hadn't felt this alive in some time now! A tiny part of you was admittedly scared, but for the most part, you felt so ready to just tackle anything that came your way. You downed a nice, big triple shot espresso and a plate of crab cakes before actually heading in. NOW you were ready to give it your all. You inserted the skull key into the keyhole and your quest began. The first 20 floors were kind of a breeze. You got hurt at times, but you always managed to heal back up before things got too critical. You used all your tools to your advantage and descended relatively quickly. After floor 35, you needed to drink more coffee again, since the espresso’s effects from earlier had worn off already. Not a problem, you had lots of coffee with you. You wouldn't run out. Things were definitely getting harder now. Coordinating when to break rocks and when to swing your sword at monsters became an increasingly messy task. It was also at this point that you felt like maybe, just maybe, some decent amount of liquid was sitting in your bladder. It was still something that could barely be felt, so you didn't pay it any mind. There was much bigger stuff for you to worry about, like the fact that it was almost noon and you weren't even halfway down. You should really hurry it up. You decided you should use some staircases too, otherwise you might just not make it to your objective. So that's what you did. Every time a floor was giving you a mildly hard time, you just shoved a staircase into the ground and descended. ‘This makes for a good boost ahead’, you thought. And just like that, you were past floor 50. You broke your record! You drank some more coffee to keep you running, ignoring the small pangs of need flaring from your middle. You could do this! You could take on anything tha– Infested floor. Gosh dammit. To your dismay, it was packed with iridium bats and huge purple slimes, even the occasional serpent would show up to give you a mini heart attack, as well as a gash across your skin whenever its spikes touched you. You reached into your backpack and felt a bead of sweat run down your forehead as you saw how little food you had left… you could be in serious trouble if you ran out. You tried to deal with all the monsters on the floor, because you stupidly used all the staircases you had brought with you, plus the staircases you crafted along the way with the stones you managed to collect. You wanted so badly to descend quickly that you forgot to consider the very real chance that an infested floor could get in your way. ‘Never will I let my confidence get to my head like that again’, you thought miserably. If you had any staircases left, you could just escape this hell and be somewhere else! But that wasn't an option for you right now, so you had to completely rid the floor of monsters before anything else could be done. The iridium bats were especially a nightmare. Those pests dealt the most damage out of everything else in these cursed mines! If you got hit by one even just twice, you’d already feel yourself hanging on by a thread. It was excruciating, but you managed to kill all the beasts, granting you the opportunity to finally locate a ladder. You found it, but didn't go down right away. You checked your backpack for food and… there was only one piece of bread. Literally. Your heart beat anxiously as you picked it and ate it. You barely felt any better after consuming it, but what other choice did you have? You did, for a brief moment, consider leaving, but something tugged at you to keep pushing just a little bit more. You weren't AT death’s doorstep, which meant you could, with some luck, precision and skill, keep going down and stay okay. Your nervousness woke your bladder back up again, the fullness having increased to maybe half of your capacity. The idea of peeing on mine floors was too bizarre and uncomfortable for you, not to mention you would be wasting precious few seconds IF you were able to get yourself to piss at all. “Dammit… Let's do this!” You said to yourself, adjusting the straps of your overalls and patting yourself on the face. If no one was around to pep you up for this, then you would do it yourself. You descended one more floor, knowing you couldn't allow yourself to mess up any longer. You were extra careful whenever you slayed monsters. You were doing great, but right as you located a staircase by the opposite end of that one floor, you heard a serpent coming your way. You tried to get to the stairs as quickly as you could, but the flying beast got there before you. “GAH–!” You yelped, receiving a gash across your forehead. You threw yourself down the stairs since you had the time, thankful that you didn't HAVE to fight that monster, but still, the scare and injury it gave you put you very on edge. You were starting to really doubt your ability to reach your objective. What floor was this now? Probably level 53… man, barely ahead of your last record and you were already on the brink of losing. You felt little drops of blood run down from your gash, which caused your left eye to close by reflex to protect itself from the red fluid. You wiped the blood off so you could open your eye again, you needed them both if you wanted to see monsters coming at you before they hurt you! But seconds after wiping the blood, more dripped down. Maybe you will have to do this with just one eye after all… You tried your hardest, you really did, but your increasing lack of faith in yourself, the exhaustion of mining and fighting for the past three or so hours, the pain that remained in your body from previous blows dealt to you… it was all starting to play out against you. A slime jumped at you from your blind spot, quickly immobilizing you. You swung your sword at it, but it hit you a second time before you could kill it off for good. And you got so distracted by the slime that you didn't see the iridium crab that had been creeping up on you, alerting you of its existence only by scratching so hard against your leg that you knew instantly that a big bruise would form there. You heard a serpent coming from your right and, in a panic, you ran to your left, disturbing an iridium bat from its slumber. You turned left and right in your spot as you tried, with your altered depth perception, to estimate which monster would get close enough first so you could attack it before the other. But as fate would dictate it, they both flew to you almost at the same time, giving you no chance to attack any one of them without getting hurt yourself. Now you felt a wet, painful warmth come from your arm. Ignoring the new injury, you slashed your blade across the air, focusing on the bat and serpent that were now, thankfully both coming from the same side. Your body shook with unease, but you tried to tell yourself this was in your control now. You just had to kill these two monsters that attacked from the front and you would be okay. And for a bit it really seemed that simple. That is, until you heard a wet, bouncy noise come from behind you. Your waist rotated so you could look behind you and you barely caught a glimpse of a purple slime that had wanted to jump at you. You didn't feel any pain when it charged at you, so you assumed it probably passed through in between your legs, since they were open in a battle stance. By the time you focused again on what was happening in front of you, the iridium bat was already too close. It used its claws to scratch your shoulder badly. “OW!” You shouted, actually dropping your sword because of the sudden urge you had to grab your new wounded spot. You realized a second later how grave this mistake was and you quickly crouched down to grab your sword again. By the time it was in your hands again, the serpent was TOO close to you, and you couldn't send it back with a slash of your weapon, you could only block the attack as best as you could to earn yourself one or two seconds. But then the bat from behind you screeched again. ‘WHY?!' Your mind felt very clouded, this was too much all at once. Your body hurt and bled, your attention was split, your fear was at an all time high and– In the nanosecond you looked behind you to check how close the bat was to attacking you again, the slime jumped at you again, this time landing a critical hit right to your torso, right on the bladder area. Oh yeah, you ALSO needed to pee on top of everything else. A shaky spurt escaped your urethra and you fell back, the world closing in on you. That damn slime was the thing to take you out. You felt so close to passing out before, but that last punch had been too much. Your bladder tingled from the impact, your arm and forehead kept bleeding, your strength left you rapidly and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your eyelids suddenly became too heavy to keep open anymore. The world around you went silent. . | . . | . Everything was dark. You barely felt a connection with your body. You could vaguely hear the things around you. The buzzing of electricity, shoes stepping on a tiled floor and then, a voice. It spoke to you, calling your name first. You swear you could recognize that voice from somewhere… it also told you to take it slow. Easy now. And then you felt it, dull pains flaring from many points in your body. You felt a surge in adrenaline and you tried to move, but found that your limbs felt stiff and weak. The person speaking to you laid their hands on you, gently guiding you back onto the bed. Once again, they told you to go easy on yourself, and then you recognized why you found the voice to be familiar. It was Harvey, the doctor of Pelican Town. If he was trying to keep you in bed and you felt weak and the last thing you remember was being attacked by a horde of monsters, then… You opened your eyes and instantly closed them again when your eyes were overwhelmed by the brightness of the LED lights that hung from the ceiling. Yep, no denying it now, you were in the clinic. You found your throat was a bit hoarse too, but at least you could still speak. “H-Harvey…? What… What happened?” “Someone found you battered and unconscious,” Harvey spoke, “I had to perform emergency surgery on you!” Surgery?! That… explains why you felt so run down. Your injuries must've been really serious if they required that level of intervention. You turned your head so the lights wouldn't attack your eyes the moment you opened them again. Your eyelids rose and you saw stitches across your arms, as well as several bruises scattered around. Wow, you were beat up bad. You couldn't see your legs, but they sure as hell felt painful too. Come to think of it, they felt worse than when you had been down there… those damn monsters must've kept attacking you even while you were unconscious. That sounded VERY likely… good Yoba, you could've died… “Please be more careful next time,” Harvey said, “I’ll leave you to keep recovering. At least you’re stable now, but that was a BIG scare.” You bet it was! But hold on, Harvey said someone had found you… who the hell could've been in the skull caverns that day too?! You had NEVER heard of anyone venturing down those cursed mines, at least no person currently alive! You were about to ask Harvey who had found you and, presumably, carried you all the way to the clinic, but by the time your thoughts were clear enough to be voiced, the doctor was gone. ‘Well, screw me and my question’, you thought dimly. You closed your eyes again and focused on the sensations in your body. You're not too sure why, you KNEW it was all pain, but it's not like you had much better to do when you lay weakly on a bed like this. You lifted your arm up slowly and felt around your forehead, feeling the patch that had been placed there. You traced your fingers across your stitched wounds. You pressed softly on your throbbing bruises. You passed a hand over your pulsing midsection, noticing… ‘I have to pee’, you thought suddenly. Your bladder felt irritable and upset, making you remember that last blow. You even remembered leaking, but after that, everything just went dark… You… supposed it would've been really easy for you to completely piss your pants after going unconscious, but apparently that had not happened. ‘Well, that's a relief!... Wait, it's actually not.’ Sure, knowing your clothes probably weren't soiled was nice, but if you HAD soiled them, you wouldn't be with a full bladder now. Pros and cons, eh? Where were your clothes though? You were wearing a hospital gown right now. You paled at the mental image of getting undressed while passed out, but you tried to get all those bad thoughts out of your head immediately. Having a change of clothes was common in healthcare, especially when it came to big procedures like surgeries. Feeling around a bit more, you noticed that the underwear you put on earlier in the day was STILL on you, small damp spot and all. So you HADN'T been totally naked at any point! You sighed, your nerves fading pretty quickly after finding this out. Now the only thing you had to be anxious about was your filling organ. It had been more or less half-full before, but now… it felt pretty heavy. You pressed lightly with just the tips of your fingers, your bladder was in fact jutting out slightly, hard to the touch. You groaned and stopped pressing. It wasn't doing you any good. The only things allowed to press now were your legs, against one another that is. You felt wave after wave pass through your bladder, the poor thing demanding release. You took another deep breath and tried sitting up so you could then stand up and walk to the bathroom, but when you were halfway done with just the sitting up part, you felt a re-dampening of your underwear. A second leak. You fell back on the bed and squeezed your crotch for a few seconds, your lips pursed. You did not see that loss of control coming, it was so sudden… you supposed having your body in a much weakened state explained why you’d have a harder time, but it was still surprising. You decided to try again. This time, while you were sitting up, you felt your urethra quiver, but you insisted on at least being able to sit completely. You somewhat managed to do it, but the SECOND you parted your legs so you could get out of bed, a larger leak dampened your underwear. You closed your legs again and allowed yourself to fall back on the pillow, taking small, shallow breaths as you silently begged your body not to release anymore. The urge seemed to pass and you fearfully tried sitting up again and– Hss! Yeah, no, you’re not doing this. A third leak was too much, any more and you were sure you’d start to stain the bed. You crossed your legs together, wincing as the bruises and stitches on them rubbed on one another, but you had to cross them and hold yourself with both hands to calm your body down. “Oh no…” you whispered. It had become clear that with your strength totalled, you could either stay down and hold it, or get up and piss yourself. You couldn’t move and stay dry, that was too much for you to handle. Your teeth grit together as you realized that you were going to need the doc’s help for this. Naturally, you called him. “Harveyyy?” Your voice was also weak, so you cleared your throat and tried again, barely getting it to sound any louder. Harvey wasn’t coming. You took a breath and got one of your hands out of your crotch. Your muscles didn’t appreciate the diminished pressure, but you hoped knocking on the wall next to your bed would alert him. So you did just that. And you did it again. And again… no response. Where could Harvey have possibly gone to? You don’t recall hearing the door to the clinic opening and closing, so he had to be in the building still, but he didn’t hear you. You knocked harder, but that didn’t work. Your bladder flared again and you tried to hurry in burying your hand back in there. “Mmmf…” You looked around you. There wasn’t a button to call him, and you couldn’t see any objects in your vicinity that could be used to make a bunch of noise. You… were in a lot of trouble, weren’t you? Was waiting for Harvey to decide to come back on his own the only thing you had left to do…? “Harvey–!” You screamed to the best of your ability, but your throat did not like that. Your scream was cut short by a small coughing fit, which prompted your pee-hole to dribble a bit more. You grit your teeth and pressed your hands as tightly as you could against your opening, until you no longer felt at a massive risk to leak again. You sank into the bed even more, breathing heavily. So much for a ‘best luck day’... here you were, at fate’s mercy, not knowing if you’ll be able to relieve yourself somewhere appropriate or if you’ll end up soaking your clothes and the sheets. As usual, you supposed the only thing you could do was… your best. Literally, you were going to try your best to wait. It’s not like this is an uncommon occurrence for you, so you took a few more breaths in an attempt to calm down. You would not cry defeat until you literally lost all control of your body. So you waited. You checked the clock on the wall, which read 4:30 PM. You had a vague idea that it was sometime past noon when you passed out in the skull cavern, so it had been, at MOST, maybe three or so hours since you lost consciousness. You remembered thinking that your bladder was already half full by then, so it made sense that it would’ve filled up even more if it truly had been that long. ‘Gah, why am I thinking about pee so much?!’, you realized. This was so silly of you, overthinking the speed at which your bladder filled up was only gonna make this worse! You had to distract yourself with something else. ‘Uhh, let’s see… The clock looks kinda nice… These lights are too bright, why… This room is so empty, but that makes sense, it’s meant to be a recovery room… There’s a trash can over there, though… It doesn’t look very full, I could pee IN it. If only it was clos– Ah, dammit!’ Try as you might, almost all thoughts led back to your need eventually. You couldn't help it, you were just… so full. And your body was barely willing to stand any more physical efforts. You thought for a moment that if it wasn't for your desperation, you could be napping right now. You just groaned inwards and squeezed your crotch again. Just be patient… But you were pretty impatient. How could you not be, when you felt like you were about to piss your pants? You hoped Harvey would check up on you soon. That's something he has to do as a doctor, right? Your injuries were pretty bad, surely he’ll need to pay you a visit every once in a while to make sure you’re still okay, right? And yet, he took a whole hour to come back to you. In that time you had gotten too desperate to think of anything else at all. You did not dare to unglue your hands from your groin, you did not dare to move on your own, unless it was to squirm as if you were trying to escape your own body. Your legs could be seen crossing tightly beneath the thin sheets and your skin glistened with sweat from the effort of holding back your massive load of piss. Harvey needn’t be told what was the matter, it was as clear as day. He first apologized for not checking up on you in the past hour, there were lots of papers he was trying to sort through and he assumed you were probably resting through most of this time anyway. You shook your head miserably. “I need to go SO bad…” “I’m sorry,” he said, “Do you think you can stand up and walk? Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” You shook your head again. “I tried, but…” Your blood rushed to your cheeks. “But everytime I moved too much, I… I…” “Were you in pain? Did you get too dizzy?” “N-No, I’d… I’d pee… j-just a little, though!” “Ah…” he cleared his throat. “That's fine, I could get you something to relieve yourself into, so you won’t have to get out of bed.” Ohh, that sounded so good, yes, you needed a toilet to be BROUGHT to you, and fast! Your holding muscles were going numb, you could feel your control on them slowly slipping away… at least you’ll be peeing soon, right? You made it. Thank Yoba, you made it! Harvey came back very shortly after with a metallic basin and he set it aside on your bed so he could better help you sit up. You took one hand out from between your legs so he could better grasp you. Another leak, the first after a long time, escaped you as you also made some effort in changing your position. Right after it, you could feel a lone drop beginning to form right at the end of your pee-hole, adding the smallest warmth to your poor underwear. Speaking of underwear, you had to free yourself of it. And Harvey… was still here… Suddenly your holding muscles weren't so weak anymore. “It will be easier if you scoot forward a bit more,” Harvey said, gently guiding your now upright body to be almost standing. A bit of your bottom was still technically sitting on the bed, but most of it was hanging off the bed. You could see how this position would make peeing less messy, but… your shyness started to act up. Your legs began to tremble and you weren't sure if it was because of exhaustion, pain, desperation or shame. Likely a combination of all. The doctor grabbed the basin again and placed it under you. “Alright, ready when you are.” You didn't feel ready. Or well, you kind of did, you WANTED to pee, but your chest tightened with nerves at the idea that he’d watch you do it! ‘He’s a doctor, for Yoba’s sake, he is TRAINED to deal with this type of stuff.’ But reason wasn't enough to get you to go. You inhaled a shaky breath, trying not to whimper. “Harvey…?” “Are you okay?” “I… I’m sorry. I know, uhm–” You hissed in a pained breath as a harsh throb assailed your bladder. “I’m having trouble… g-going…” Harvey's eyes filled with concern. “How much trouble? Can you not let go at all?” Your hands at your sides balled into nervous fists. You couldn't look Harvey in the eye. “I’m… I have a shy bladder. Paruresis. Y-You’ve heard of that term before, right?” “I have,” the doc replied. “Extreme cases often require catheterization. Do you… think that's what you need?” Your eyes widened and you shook your head so hard you got dizzy. “No! N-No, I… I just… I need privacy. I don't like wh-when people are, uhm, close. But if I could just… relax, then I– I should be able to–” You writhed in place, eyes pinching shut and going wet with slowly forming tears as your body kept demanding to know what was the damn hold up, which frustrated you massively. You wished you could ask that same question TO your body and its ridiculous habit of refusing relief when it was most needed. Harvey calling your name got you out of your thoughts. “You can relax here. I’m a doctor, I won't feel grossed out or inconvenienced by you. Taking care of you IS my job.” He was trying to sound so caring and you felt warm by that. Still, your bladder somehow wasn't convinced yet. You started to think that there was only one way for you to pee, which made you feel bad for the doc, but… if he really had YOUR well-being at the front of his mind, then surely he’d understand, right? “I know,” you said in response. “And I AM sorry for… not being able to relax. Uhm…” You blinked repeatedly and took in an uncomfortable breath, preparing yourself for the question. “I think I know what to do? But… I think… I think I can only go if you, uh, w-wait... in the other room. I-Is that okay?” Harvey, against your expectations, smiled. “Of course. Do you think you can handle it?” He asked, already handing you the basin. You timidly nodded, taking the basin and keeping it below you like he had. With some breathing and calming thoughts, you should be able to start going eventually. Another drop seeped out of you as Harvey was leaving, letting you know that peeing would, in fact, be possible very soon. You tried not to stress over the angry pangs of need that reverberated in your bloated organ, it would do you no good to focus on the bad. You tried focusing on the things that you knew would bring relief more easily, like how no one was watching you anymore, how you didn't have anything to fear, that you had managed to keep the bed dry and wouldn't be in trouble… A weak stream emerged from your pee-hole and you slowly released a relieved breath. Thank goodness, you were peeing, and even though the speed at which you emptied wasn't granting you mind-numbing relief, it still felt good. Anything was better than keeping your urine in. After a bit your stream became stronger, faster, just like you needed it to be. You started to feel all points of tension in your body dissipating, your wounds flaring with dull throbs as they, along with all other muscles, stopped being under stress. Now, the only muscles that worked hard were the ones around your bladder, contracting and squeezing, making you release more and more fluid seemingly without end. So good... But, then you watched how your piss started to get dangerously close to filling up the basin to the brim and became nervous all over again. You could feel it in your body that whatever you had left could not be contained in this one recipient alone. “H-Harvey?!” You croaked, hoping you were loud enough that he'd hear you. “I– I need another basin!” “...What?” Despite just asking ‘what’, Harvey was already, judging by the noise that started to come from the other room, looking for what you needed. He must've heard you fine the first time and was only at a bit of disbelief, wanting confirmation that you truly wanted another basin. Still, though, you panicked and sputtered. “A-A-Another thingy, please! I– I was holding too much!” He took little time in finding it and he soon showed up in the room, placing the new basin above the old one right as it almost overflowed. The sequence of events almost didn't register in your mind with how fast it happened. You had requested to be left alone for this, but you panicked and called Harvey and, just like that, he was in front of you, assisting you and not saying a word, just doing what had to be done. You were kinda glad he wasn't saying anything. You knew Harvey was a bit of a worry wart and could lose his cool sometimes, but right now, if you MUST have someone watching you pee, you NEEDED it to be someone who could stay calm, for your sake. And he was doing just that. You sighed in relief again, thought with a hint of nervousness now. Truth be told, you had tried to cut your stream while Harvey fetched the new receptacle, but your whole body was so tired that not even your anxious mind could get it to stop. As unnerving as it was to now have Harvey this close to you while you peed, you supposed you had to be glad your body was acting similarly to when you had an accident, unable to clamp back up. This REALLY had been a close call... In the next few moments your stream turned into a trickle, the trickle into errant drops, and finally you were dry. Doctor Harvey looked at the two basins, shocked that you had filled one and a half of those things. He took the one you were holding, it was so full that it posed a risk of spilling over if Harvey wasn't hyper careful with his movements. He cautiously poured some of the urine from basin n°1 into basin n°2 to minimize the chance of spillage. “I’ll… go dispose of this,” he said, leaving for the bathroom. You couldn't say anything to him, you were too dizzy for that. You felt dizzy, tired, but above all, you felt much better now. You were so wonderfully empty and so amazingly relieved that you felt like you could take on another monster again, but of course, you actually couldn't. You couldn't even trust yourself to lie back down on your own without falling off the bed, so you just sat there, catching your breath, until Harvey came back. He helped you lie down again and nervously spoke. “Sorry for the nosiness, but I must know… is it routinary for you to… erm, release that much in one go?” Your face went a bit hot at the question, but you considered it. You had never measured how much you pissed, not by volume, not by length of time, but if you had to estimate, it was sort of similar to your average ‘made it before it got TOO bad’ type of pee. You thought for a moment that you tended to piss more than this in the occasions of accidents or ‘barely made it’ scenarios, but you didn't feel like bringing those up. You just gulped and stammered the only answer you felt comfortable giving. “Uhm, I g-guess so?” Harvey's tone turned stern. “Those basins have a capacity of seven hundred milliliters. I did the math already, you must've been holding one liter and fifty milliliters of urine. That’s pretty excessive, especially considering you’re hurt. I’m not trying to judge, but I advise you to take more frequent bathroom breaks, for your health.” His voice and features then softened, “you must've been really uncomfortable.” And you had been! You had a vague idea of what was considered ‘normal’ for adults to hold, and a single basin was already considered to be the absolute maximum by some sources. ‘Well,’ you began to think, ‘I guess this means humans can’t be so easily placed within ranges of numbers like that.’ But still, you were impressed with yourself for holding fifty percent more than the ‘maximum’, after having sustained all these injuries no less! That had to mean you were strong, right? “Is there something else you need?” You shook your head. Taking a leak had been the only thing you needed. Now ALL you wanted to do was take that nap that your full bladder had kept you away from. Harvey smiled. “Understood. I apologize again for not having checked on you sooner. I’ll come back more often now in case you need anything else. Remember, I’m here to help you. You deserve the care.” And so he left the recovery room, leaving you in complete solitude, in utter peace. You brought the blanket up to your shoulders and closed your eyes. Maybe you didn't get to floor 100, but at least you didn't flood everything around you, and that, you thought, was a good enough win for the day.
  2. I would've tagged all the tropes I knew I would feature later on, had I known about this limitation, lol. Thanks for answering!
  3. So, I have this series of fanfics going on. So far only two chapters are up, but I plan to upload more. In these two chapters, the main character ends up wetting, but in some future chapters, they will make it. The thing is, I can't seem to update my original post anymore to include the "made it" tag. Is there some sort of button I'm missing? Or can I really not add any more tags after a specific time has passed since I posted the first chapter?
  4. Oh, and if he's ok with teasing, go for it! If he says he needs to go, but isn't squirming yet (or barely squirming), point that out! If he says he can handle waiting x amount of time, tell him you *really* will not let him go until time's up, so he better stay true to his word. (Of course, if it ends up he starts feeling bad before time's up, you can let him go. In such a case, you could also tease him afterwards for overestimating himself. 😆)
  5. 1. Go on a walk after he starts feeling a small need to go. The duration of the walk can be whatever you want it to be. Of course, he can only pee once you get home. 2. Once he tells you he could go for a toilet break, tell him he can go only after you go too. You can try to increase your own need by drinking, though that's not necessary, you could go whenever you want too. 3. If you guys go on a date to a place that has bathrooms, have him skip taking a pee before heading home. (Just to be safe, in case your place gets bad traffic regularly, carry a container where he could pee into if it turns out he can't wait.) 4. Have him wait for his morning pee. I would say an hour is lowkey enough, but I don't know your bf's capacity, so of course, the time he must wait will depend on how well he can handle it. 5. Have him finish a quota of liquids before taking his next pee. I also say he should wait 20-30 minutes after finishing the drinks, just to make sure some of it makes it to his bladder. 🙂
  6. I don't like how my body seems incapable of releasing all my pee in one go after I decide to end a hold. Just yesterday, I had to force my pee out like 10 times, and everytime I pushed, I felt like my face would explode. I know pushing pee out is not healthy, but if I allowed my body to relax on its own, I would be sitting there for way too long waiting for it to come out. (This issue does not happen when I am not holding. Any other day, when I go pee after it becomes just a mildly annoying sensation, I don't have to push anything out, so I don't necessarily worry about my health, not yet at least.)
  7. Well, seems like I did about the same as last time. Still, though, I'm happy! Really missed holding like this haha. Peed for about 1 minute and 30 seconds too.
  8. Ok, I think I'll go pee-pee now! Will update on how I did. 🙂
  9. And finally starting to bulge a little! Honestly, besides holding more than 1080 mL, another goal of mine was to bulge again. I'm fat, so I won't bulge visibly unless I'm holding a lot.
  10. Hell yeah, now we're talking. Starting to feel a bit of pressure near constantly now and it feels a bit hot down there. Doing good. 😎
  11. I feel like my desperation isn't increasing at all, but I'm still holding (and barely leaked). Refilled one of the cups I drank out of at the start, drinking it now.
  12. I want to at least defeat my record (1080 mL), I don't have a set number in mind, though, just whatever happens.
  13. I plan to measure how much I pee! Bought a 1200 mL jar today. 😄
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