Zapp Renfro

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  1. Zapp Renfro

    nicholas1996's Commissions (A Series of Fics)

    When Margaret has to work alone at the coffee shop, there’s a set time of day that she can temporarily close the shop down and take a break. Because it’s a set time, she can’t take a break at any other time. She can’t leave the store unattended, and if she closes when she isn’t supposed to and a customer comes by, they could report her. So, on a day when Eileen is out sick and she has to work by herself, when she feels like she needs to pee, she knows that she will have to hold it until her designated break. It’s two hours until she can take her break, which isn’t too long, but at the same time, she worries that she might not be able to hold it even that long. There aren’t a lot of customers in, and she is tempted, at times, to run to the back really quick, but she knows that if she did that, she wouldn’t be able to explain herself if someone did come in and if something were to happen while she wasn’t paying attention. For most of the first hour, she is able to mostly keep it under control, but things become more and more difficult. Since she’s alone, she’s able to do whatever she can to make holding it easier, and she crosses her legs, bouncing up and down in place from time to time, whenever it becomes too difficult to hold it. But then, the bell on the door rings, letting her know that she isn’t alone anymore, and has to keep her composure. What’s worse is that it’s Mordecai and Rigby who have come in the shop. Not now, she thinks. If they had seen me doing that pee dance, I would be so embarrassed! She can’t let them see how desperate she is, and has to keep herself under control as long as they’re in here. Hopefully, she can get them through their order quickly, and they’ll be gone soon, and then she can just keep fighting to hold it until she can close the store and take her break. “What will you have?” she asks, trying to keep he cool while she takes their order, and once she’s back in the kitchen she quickly tries to make what they ordered. Once she’s in the kitchen, she can’t control her fidgeting, her legs shaky from how badly she needs to go. She thinks that they can’t see her from where they are, or at least that they wouldn’t look through to the kitchen, but Mordecai, as always, has a hard time keeping his eyes off of her. And it doesn’t take him long to figure out what’s going on, either. Nudging Rigby, he says, “I think Margaret is having a little emergency.” “Yeah, she must really have to go.” By the time she has finished with their order, she is shaking while she brings the order to the table. “H-here you go,” she says, and there’s no hiding just how desperate she is. Finally, Mordecai outright asks, “Why don’t you just go take a bathroom break?” “You noticed?” she asks, blushing. “Yeah, it’s kinda obvious,” he replies, also blushing. “I can’t take another break for forty five minutes.” “Do you want me to help? I can do whatever you need to do, while you go take a break.” She knows that it’s risky, but at this point, she isn’t sure that she has any other options, because she definitely won’t make it until her break. “Sure, let me show you what all you can do in the kitchen.” She has to take him to the sink to show him something, but as soon as she turns it on, the sound of the water is nearly too much for her. Though she tries to stop it, a rather big leak escapes her, and she exclaims, “Oh no!” “What is it?” She’s in too much of a panic to have any shame about what she has to admit, and says, “I just leaked, I really can’t hold it! Grab the coffee mug, quick!” She’s clearly about to wet herself, grabbing herself to try and stop it, while Mordecai hurriedly does as she says. For a moment, they try to figure out how this is going to work, and he finally offers, “Do you want me to hold it in place?” Her face now dark red, Margaret agrees, and they get into position. “I’m going to move my hands and part my panties now, so just keep it in place.” As it turns out, she is just barely able to get her panties out of the way before the spray begins, uncontrollable in its force. In fact, she gets him a little wet in the process, and when he protests, she says, “I’m trying my best! I can’t exactly aim!” While all of this is going on, Rigby wonders what’s taking them so long, and, hearing the commotion, looks into the kitchen. “What’s going on here?!” “Rigby, don’t look!” “That’s so gross, man!” “Then stop looking!” Finally, he does so, and Margaret is able to finish up just before she causes the cup to overflow. Straightening up, she says, “Please don’t tell my boss or Eileen about this.” The boys agree, and Mordecai even helps her clean up the kitchen area from the chaos, before the two of them leave, having their order to-go.
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    Commissions Open Again

    Bumping with a fresh commission I finished! I'm in between jobs, what else is fuckin new, and so yeah, I'm out here
  3. Zapp Renfro

    nicholas1996's Commissions (A Series of Fics)

    A normal day for Mr. Herriman involves a lot of work and very little time for himself. He’s used to having to push himself to his limits, but he always does his best to make sure that he doesn’t push himself too far. But there is a day when things are just too busy, when there’s one incident after another, and he really doesn’t have any time at all. By the time he has to start working on dinner, he realizes that he’s been neglecting his needs all day, and that he needs to use the bathroom, and soon, if possible. He reaches a stopping point in his dinner preparations and heads for the bathroom, hoping to be done with this quickly so that he can get back to work, but luck is clearly not on his side, as there is a bit of a line to the bathroom. He takes his place at the end of it, holding as still as possible so as not to let on just how bad his need is becoming. After all, he would never be able to live it down if he were seen standing in line for the bathroom, squirming like he was about to wet himself. He has a timer on his watch to let him know when he absolutely has to return to the kitchen to resume setting up dinner, and he watches the time nervously as he slowly moves forward in line. After dinner, he will have another chance to go, but he really hopes that it doesn’t get to that point. He doesn’t want to think that he might not make it in that case, but it’s a very real possibility. So, as the line drags on, he hopes that he will have enough time to go now. But luck is not on his side, and the line moves much slower than time does, and before he knows it, the alarm on his watch beeps, signaling that he has to go back to the kitchen to finish setting up dinner. And there’s no way he will be able to finish setting up, go to the bathroom, and be back in time for dinner, so he has to wait until the end of the meal. Wincing as he goes back to finish his work, he hopes that his bladder will be able to hold out long enough, that he will be strong enough to make it until dinner is over. He announces that dinner is ready and takes his seat, joining everyone as they dig into their meal, but he just picks at his food, too agitated to really eat. His bladder is so full that it hurts, and that is really all that he can think about. Now, it is becoming more apparent that he likely won’t make it until the end of the meal, and he tries to think of something to do about that. After all, he can’t wet himself at the dinner table, but then, what else can he do? When he feels a bit leak out, he knows that he has no other choice, and, as much as he hates to do it, he takes an empty cup from the table, discreetly bringing it underneath the table. Hoping that nobody hears him, he frees himself, getting into the position, before letting go and filling the cup with his urine. He holds back a sigh of relief, not wanting to tip anyone off to what he’s doing, but, to his horror, the sound of liquid filling the cup is audible to those around him, and before he can try to stop, Bloo asks, “Hey, what’s that sound?” He does try to cut off the stream now, but he isn’t able to, and he isn’t able to play it off, or to distract Bloo, who instead immediately looks under the table, gasping at the sight. Just as the cup begins to overflow, Bloo shouts out, “Mr. Herriman is peeing in a cup!” No one can believe what they’ve just heard, and as he overflows the cup onto the floor, the others at the table look underneath it to see what’s happening. The floor grows soaked beneath him, and he drops the cup in surprise. With all eyes on him, and his stream having flowed to a stop, he stands up suddenly and runs, not sure what else to do after being caught in such a position.
  4. A/N: this one was a commission that I had a lot of fun with Gunter has been a consistent presence for most of Corrin’s life; at the very least, for everything she can remember, he has been there. She is sure she should probably consider him more of a father than the distant king of Nohr, and perhaps, in her childhood, that was more true, but now, she does not allow herself to think of him in such a way. However, this is not out of any loyalty to her father; her true reasoning is one she would never tell anyone. The outside world is completely inaccessible to her, and she has no human contact outside of her servants and her family, and, rather than experiencing most things that the world has to offer, she experiences it secondhand, through her reading. That is how she becomes acquainted with the concept of romance and, somewhere along the line, develops such feelings for herself. With such limited contact, she should have known that whoever her first crush would be, it would feel wrong, somehow; even if it were someone closer to her own age, even if it were Jakob, who is, perhaps, the boy closest to her, she’s sure it would feel almost incestuous, and she would feel compelled to keep it a secret. But, somehow, she found herself infatuated with none other than Gunter, the constant in her life, the man who should be like a father to her. In so many regards, she is still a child, though by now she has come of age. With such limited life experience, having barely known life outside her isolated tower, she might as well be an infant, and so she knows that to fall for someone like Gunter is a joke. It would be laughable to any outsider, who would assume she only fell for him because of her limited social interaction, and perhaps the lack of affection from her father, and it would be laughable to Gunter. Though he might not laugh to her face, he is so much older and so much more experienced that it would have to be somewhat comedic to even consider entertaining the crush of a naive princess like her. She can’t even imagine how it will feel to have him reject her, though she’s pictured it a few times against her will, her mind conjuring up such humiliating images whenever she allows herself to fantasize about him for too long. It is nothing but a hopeless fantasy, and it would be for the best if she could forget it and move on. At the very least, she has gotten good at ignoring it whenever she is around him. After all, it would be hard to continue living with him and having him watch over her if she weren’t able to look past her silly crush, if she weren’t able to be around him without growing too flustered by her own imagination. Though her heart races at times, and though she’s sure she isn’t able to keep her admiration out of her eyes, and though she hangs on to his each and every word, she keeps her affections to herself. There are times when that is important; for example, her training. She has to prove herself as a fighter before her father will even consider letting her out into the world, and Gunter has been teaching her since she was a child. Her servants have more advanced, faster paced lessons, in order to be ready to protect her, but she has become quite formidable on her own. Or, at least, Gunter tells her as much, and she doubts that he would go easy on her, knowing that her results reflect directly on him. She knows that her most important reason for training and improving is to be given her freedom, and to impress her family, and to have her strength and actions reflect positively on the royal family, but she also knows that a desire to impress Gunter, to earn some sort of praise from him, also drives her. The praise is nothing more than what a mentor would give to a student, but she loves it all the same. Whatever she can get from him, after all, is good enough for her. It is during a training session with him that the incident occurs, and it is her desire to impress him that partially leads to said anything. The day starts like any other, with him informing her that her lessons for the day will be combat focused. She is rather excited for this; though she does enjoy reading and learning, it’s been several days since the last time they dedicated an entire day to combat training, and she’s been growing bored with her books. Her excitement leads her to rush through her breakfast, ignoring Flora’s chiding to take it slow, and she quickly gets ready to work with Gunter. They quickly get into things, with Corrin doing a variety of physical drills and warm ups before she is given her practice blade, and before Gunter takes up his lance. She has been thoroughly educated on the disadvantages her sword would have against such weapons, and he is trying to help her learn how to see through her enemy and work past such disadvantages. It’s been a tricky lesson, but she thinks she’s starting to get the hang of it. Corrin is so wrapped up in reading Gunter’s movements that she doesn’t notice the slight twinge in her bladder, one that must have started up when she was still doing her warm up exercises. What would have been a small need, a little bit of an annoyance, goes completely unnoticed, until suddenly, she feels a bit more pressure than she remembered being there before. Of course, she was in such a rush in the morning that she took no time to relieve herself after breakfast, and now, a good two hours into their training, she realizes that her bladder has grown rather heavy in the time since then. She could smack herself for forgetting something so important, but there’s no time for that now. If she lets something as simple as that distract her, then there’s no way she’s going to be able to keep up with Gunter, and if she fails today’s training after so much progress, then he will definitely be disappointed in her. Pushing her needs to the back of her mind, she tries to focus solely on the man in front of her. ~X~ Gunter has had the privilege to watch the young princess Corrin grow up, though, in the beginning things were more complicated than that. As one of the few who is aware of her true situation, and as someone who lost so much to the man calling himself her father, the man he is forced to serve, he was not happy to be given this assignment, and there were times that he wondered if he could use his position as a glorified babysitter to enact vengeance. But he couldn’t do anything in the beginning, as he would have to lay low, and he helped the confused, lost princess adjust to her new life. She had already been fed all the necessary lies about her heritage, and from that point on, he taught her everything else that he could, and watched her grow. In a way, she became like a replacement child to him, as much as he hated that idea, but she did not stay that way for long. That is easily the worst, the most shameful part of it all. She grew and she grew, and she grew into a young adult, and though the changes came on so steadily that they were hard to notice, once he realized, something in him, and in the way he saw her, suddenly changed. He isn’t sure how it happened; he’s known her since childhood, and there’s no reason for his feelings to change. She is supposed to be like his own child, and so he should still see her as a child, no matter how much she’s grown, and yet...he always stops his thoughts short there, but that does not change what he knows, in the back of his mind, to be true. Gunter never allows himself to fully admit his feelings to himself, and maintains his parental image, teaching and training Corrin, just as he is supposed to do. It is during one of their training sessions that he begins to notice something is off about her. At first, it’s just a brief flicker, a momentary lack of focus that allows him to nearly slip past her guard, and he could have overlooked that, but the more time that passes, the more prevalent her distraction becomes. He doesn’t go easy on her, but he wonders what it is that could have her so out of it. Gunter hasn’t seen her struggle to maintain focus like this in quite some time, and he wonders if there’s something wrong that she isn’t telling him. Whatever it is, she is able to work past it for a while, always snapping back into focus at the last second, but she leaves many openings for him to exploit as she begins to slip. Determined to figure out what the problem is, certain that he can use this as a teaching opportunity, he watches her very closely, looking for any hints of what it could be. The passing looks of discomfort on her face give him a bit of a clue, but he isn’t sure if she’s mildly sick, or if it’s...something else. It can’t be anything serious, or she wouldn’t be able to fight through it, but if it’s not any form of illness, then he’s fairly certain that he knows what it is. At this point, she’s far past the age where he or any of the other servants need to make sure that she remembers to use the bathroom before she begins a long lesson. No one has had to do that since she was very little, so naturally, he doesn’t pay attention to her morning routine anymore. But the more he watches her face and her movements, the more certain he becomes that that has something to do with it. And, if that’s the case, it would make sense that she hasn’t said anything or asked for a break by now. It would likely be embarrassing for her to have to halt training for something like that, and she doesn’t like to show any signs of weakness. Gunter wonders if he should show mercy on her and bring training to an end for a time being. He could always suggest a break, and resume later, or even switch off to another lesson and do more physical training tomorrow, and he doesn’t think that that would be considered going too easy on her. All in all, he has no reason not to, but he remains silent on that front, continuing their fight as if he noticed nothing. Gunter can’t explain to himself why- or, at the very least, he doesn’t want to explain to himself why- but he wants to see if she can see this through to the end. He’s interested, for whatever reason, in seeing how Corrin handles herself, and if she’s able to make it to the end of their match without...without what? Asking for a break, or...something else? He does not answer himself. ~X~ Things only grow worse for Corrin, until she can barely focus on the man in front of her at all. It’s been a long time since she’s been this desperate, having always lived in her fortress where she was rarely denied the chance to relieve herself. She realizes that she is, in a way, woefully under trained when it comes to having to hold it, and that, if this were a real battle, she would not be able to just ask for a break. Even if she weren’t too embarrassed to ask Gunter, she knows that this should be a lesson for her. Her bladder aches in a way she’s never felt before as she’s pushed to her very limit, and she is surprised that it’s even possible for the strained organ to contain so much. Even more so, she is surprised that she’s able to retaliate against him at all, and her mistakes become more and more obvious as her mentor gains an advantage over her. “Don’t let your mind wander,” he chides her, in an almost taunting tone of voice, with the ghost of a smirk, and if she weren’t so concerned with her current predicament, she wonders if she would be hurt by his teasing, or if would only serve to charm her further. “I-I’m not!” she protests, but even her voice sounds strained. Without being able to stand still for long, constantly moving and dodging and lunging, she doesn’t really have time to get a handle on herself, and from time to time, she feels herself start to leak. It is always in these moments, when she panics and fights to stop herself from completely losing control, that Gunter gets an advantage on her. Corrin whimpers, unsure of how much longer he will push this training exercise, and unsure of how much longer she has before she does completely lose control. Her legs feel unsteady now, and it’s so painful that she feels tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She stumbles, nearly, falling, and Gunter scolds her again. “You’re slipping, milady,” he says. “Have you been pushing yourself too hard?” The question is innocent, but for a moment, she’s terrified that he’s onto her. “N-no! I’m fine, I can keep going!” As soon as she’s said it, she wishes she could take it back. Every pang from her bladder nearly doubles her over now, and that would have been the perfect opportunity to ask for a break. “Are you sure about that?” he asks. He’s halted his attacks entirely, and if she could, she would have the perfect opportunity to strike and defeat him while his guard is down “I...I…” She tries to take a step forward, but her legs are shaking so hard now that she can’t. Even if she wanted to surprise him with an attack, she wouldn’t be able to, and he watches her expectantly. “Corrin,” he finally says, when he sees that she isn’t saying anything, “we’ve been at this for a while. Maybe it is time we bring this to an end.” “B-but I haven’t...I-I mean…” She doesn’t know why she’s still arguing, when she does know that she isn’t going to be able to last much longer, and when she knows that she won’t be able to give him any sort of fight if they were to pick up where they left off. “We can resume after you’ve eaten lunch,” he replies, not letting her finish her sentence- though she isn’t sure if she was going to finish it either way. She nods weakly, letting her practice sword fall to the ground. Corrin turns around, taking a slow, shaky step forward. She is acutely aware of Gunter’s eyes on her as she tries to remain calm. As tempting as it might be to break into a run, she is still trying to hide any signs of her desperation. Each step is like torture, jostling her no matter how slow she takes it. No matter how slow she takes it, each step triggers a small leak, and if she were to go any faster, she would definitely lose it, but taking it this slow means there’s no way she’s going to make it. More than anything, she wishes she could just get away from Gunter, that he would leave or look somewhere else, anywhere but directly at her, and then maybe she might be able to do something. As mortified as she would be to have to hold herself like a child, she would do it to keep from wetting herself, but definitely not in front of him . But he remains directly behind her, watching her attempt her escape, and her knees buckle as she tries to stop yet another leak, already sure that her damp clothes must be starting to show signs of this. She’s frozen in place now, she tries to take another step forward and finds that she can’t, another step would definitely mean- “Corrin?” Gunter’s voice is soft, concerned, and she can’t turn to face him, nor can she respond. She wants to beg him to leave her before he sees, but she can’t find the words to say it. No matter how she may fight it, she is past the point of no return now, and her knees buckle again, and she reflexively jams a hand between her legs, but it’s far too late for this to do her any good. What starts as another leak turns into a full on torrent, and she isn’t able to cut it off, until the sound of gushing liquid splashing onto the ground is unmistakable. For so long, that is the only sound that fills the air, and, for just a moment, the relief of her strained bladder emptying itself is so euphoric that Corrin can feel nothing else, and can think of nothing else. For just a moment, her relief is so overwhelming that she forgets Gunter all together, but that moment does not last very long, and soon, she is overcome with mortification like she has never known. It feels like an eternity before she’s actually empty, and even then, she just stands there, not sure of where to go from here. Naturally, fleeing the scene is the best option, but as the tears that she’s been holding back for so long finally begin to fall, she stays rooted in her spot. By the time Gunter reaches her, she is sobbing, and bitterly thinks to herself that such an action is appropriate for someone who wets themselves like a child. He rests a hand on her shoulder, and she feels as though she could collapse from the contact. “Milady…” he says, his voice still soft. “Corrin, it’s alright.” “B-but...but it isn’t !” she wails. “I-I-I tried, but I still...but I…” “You were prepared to push yourself to the end, even if it meant ignoring your every need,” he says, and finally, she turns her head to look up at him. He is smiling at her, and he pats her shoulder again, as if he’s praising her. “In a true combat situation, there aren’t any breaks, and the fact that you kept trying to push yourself, that you tried to convince me, even at the end there, to let you keep going, shows a commitment to victory that most don’t develop until after their first humiliation on the battlefield.” “But still…” It isn’t as if he’s scolding her, and if he is disgusted with her, or amused by her accident, he doesn’t show it. What’s more, the sincerity in his words makes her think that maybe he is proud of her, though she still would rather have died than had something like this happen right in front of him. “Still, I…” “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” he assures her. “Though, next time, you don’t have to push yourself quite as hard. You can ask me to stop just a little bit sooner. Now, if you’d like to get yourself cleaned up...I can take care of things here. I’ll make sure that no one else finds out about this, I promise.” Just like that, he manages to ease most of her worries. She doubts that he will ever be able to ease the last one, because she doubts that her wetting herself in front of him will even have that much of an affect on how he sees her, in the long run. He will likely always see her as nothing more than a child, and her fantasy of a relationship with the older man will always stay just that. Still, at least for now, she feels a bit better. ~X~ Gunter is grateful for the time to himself, and while he cleans up the evidence of the incident, he curses himself again and again. He’s always known there must be something wrong with him, to feel the way he does about Corrin, but this ...this is something else entirely. Watching her suffer and struggle to hold it eventually became too much for him, and he tried to give her a way out, but that turned out to be a little too late. He should have done so sooner, and he knows that his reason for waiting so long is one that he can’t explain, not even to himself. But now that he’s alone, he can’t deny the very familiar sensation of arousal. He doesn’t know how, and he doesn’t know why, but seeing his princess in such a situation has brought on these feelings that he’s never associated with such a thing. Gunter knows that he should try to forget about this, and should not pursue these thoughts further, but he isn’t sure if he will have the self-control needed for that. At the very least, he knows tonight will be a long night, alone in his room with his memories of their training session.
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    nicholas1996's Commissions (A Series of Fics)

    When Eduardo wakes up one morning, he is hit with an almost immediate urge to pee. This is pretty common for most mornings, but today, it feels particularly intense, perhaps because he woke up a little bit later than usual. Whatever the case, he wakes up with his bladder absolutely aching, and he is quick to get up and head to the bathroom. The line is rather backed up already, and he realizes that by waking up later, he missed his usual chance to go before Duchess took one of her exceptionally long showers. That means that he will have a rather long wait, one that he isn’t sure he’ll be able to last through. But his only option is to get in line and do his best to hold it for as long as it takes. Though that seems almost impossible to him right now, he hopes that the urge might get a little easier to handle with time, and that he will be able to wait until he has his time to go. He struggles to stand still, but tries not to do anything to tip anyone off to just how badly he has to pee right now. The line is completely still for such a long time, and every minute of that wait is absolutely torturous for him. His bladder throbs and he is soon unable to stand still at all. As much as he doesn’t want to tip anyone off to his desperation, he knows that just standing there and ignoring it will definitely result in him wetting himself in front of everyone. That would be much worse than just having them knowing that he has to pee pretty badly, much more humiliating, and he begins to rock back and forth, squirming in place to try to keep his need under control. The more time passes, the worse it becomes until he is dancing in place, desperately trying to keep himself under control, but then, finally, the line actually moves. He feels premature relief, glad that things are going to start moving along, but there are still several people in front of him, and that means that he still has a bit of a wait to deal with. One by one, they move forward, and he continues to fight his own bladder as he impatiently awaits his turn. Closer and closer, he inches forward, while also getting closer to his own limit. He tries everything he can to not think about it, hoping that that will make it easier to deal with, but he is far past the point of simply not thinking about it now. Maybe that would have worked some time earlier, but he slept past that point, and if he had woken up sooner then he wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with. The line keeps moving, and he keeps trying his best to wait it out, but it’s not getting any easier for him to deal with, and he is so close to his own limit now that he’s sure he won’t make it. In fact, when it gets to where there are only five more people in line in front of him, when he should be close enough that he might be alright, he feels a bit leak out, and is just barely able to stop himself before fully wetting himself. This isn’t going to work, he knows he isn’t going to make it. He may have stopped that leak, but one more and he won’t be able to, and he begins to panic, trying to figure out something else to do. Stepping out of line, he looks around frantically for something, anything else he can use, and he hurries until he finds a plant that’s somewhat out of the way. He looks around to make sure no one is there to see him, and is glad that the plant mostly covers him, obscuring even his size as he whips it out and begins…”watering” the plant, with a huge sigh of relief. He was really at his very limit, and there would have been no chance of stopping himself once he was in front of the plant. He has just finished up and started back on his way when Wilt passes by, saying, “Oh, hey, Eduardo. Guess you managed to get into the bathroom, huh?” Blushing and hoping that his friend can’t tell, he simply responds, “Sure did.”
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    nicholas1996's Commissions (A Series of Fics)

    One of Wilt’s greatest faults is being too nice for his own good, and he has a hard time saying no, and always puts others before himself. It is always a benefit to those around him, and in most situations, it is a benefit to him as well, as it helps him with earning and keeping friends. There are few who dislike him, and his kind and giving nature is, for the most part, an asset. But there are times when he gives too much, whether it be more than he has, or giving so much of himself that he pushes himself too hard. For instance, when the lines at the bathroom get backed up, there are times when he lets others go before him. On one particular day, he happens to arrive at the door around the same time as a couple others, and when a line forms, he is all too willing to take his place at the back of the line, even knowing that he had already been waiting for some time, and that his bladder is very full. The wait will be agonizing, but he hopes that he is able to wait it out without any difficulties. He really has to go, but he feels better knowing that he let others go in front of him, because who knows how badly they had to. Still, his throbbing bladder doesn’t necessarily share his sentiment, and as he waits, it grows heavier and heavier, persistently reminding him of how badly he needs to pee. He squirms in place, hoping that that will make it easier on him, but the line is so long now, and he realizes that it may have gotten even longer without him noticing. There are some he thinks might have cut, but he doesn’t call them out on it because he knows if they had asked, he would have let them anyway. After all, if they’re cutting, they must have to go pretty bad. But he would never cut in line himself, even though he thinks that if he made it known how urgent his need is, he might be allowed to do so. Wilt would not do such a thing, and instead continues to struggle against his own need, shaking from how bad it’s becoming. He keeps crossing his legs, then uncrossing and re-crossing, biting his lip and watching as one after another gets to go before him, and never very quickly. And, the closer he gets to the front of the line, the easier it is to here those before him in the bathroom, and though he tries to ignore the sounds of them relieving themselves and the running water when they wash their hands, he can’t drown it out in any way. This doesn’t help matters at all, and he can’t stop shaking, completely unable to distract himself from just how bad his need has become. At this point, he’s starting to doubt if he’s going to be able to make it at all now. The last thing he wants to do is wet himself in line in front of everyone, and he fights as best as he can to keep his control. If he can just make it a little bit longer, he’ll be okay. He continues to tell himself that, squirming and fidgeting in line, waiting his turn like he knows he should, even knowing that it could result in his humiliation. Just a little bit longer, just four more people in line ahead of him, and he tells himself that he can definitely make it that long, that it will be easy. He is absolutely at his limit, and the fourth person enters the bathroom, leaving only three people in line in front of him. Just a little bit longer to wait, he continues to repeat internally, groaning and whimpering externally. He’s going to make it, he just has to wait, he just has to wait a little bit longer until he’s able to relieve himself, and that means he’s going to make it. He can wait, he know he can- But he can’t, and even with only three people left, even with such a short wait in front of him, he has absolutely met his limit. He gasps suddenly as he feels the last of his control slip, and though he tries to stop himself from doing it, he can’t. Not only does he wet himself, but the three in front of him are caught in the crossfire, and the uncontrollable stream soaks them as his overfull bladder finally empties. They’re quick to jump out of the way when they realize what’s happening, but that doesn’t stop them from getting soaked initially, and even so, it still takes quite a long time for his stream to come to a stop. “I-I’m sorry!” he screams, before fleeing the scene.
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    Commissions Open Again

    Okay, so to avoid making a post every time my slots update, here is a Google doc with my slots! https://docs.google.com/document/d/1u4Z_Zy4J2Rz1xr56qqQYrQTDR-o6zIPEkeffmoFf-fs/edit?usp=drivesdk
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    nicholas1996's Commissions (A Series of Fics)

    It’s just another typical day in the office for Retsuko, another day just like any other. And, much like most days, about an hour or so after her lunch break, she gets the urge to pee. So, just like any other day, she gets up to go to the bathroom, something she doesn’t often have trouble with. But today is a busy day, and just as soon as she’s stood up, there’s a pile of paperwork put on her desk. Before she has a chance to protest, she’s told to get it all done right away, as quickly as possible. Knowing that bargaining for a bathroom break will be useless, she has no choice but to ignore the light ache in her bladder, and hope she can power through this quickly. However, as she sets in on the work, she already knows that this is going to take her several hours. Though she isn’t too bad off yet, it’s only a matter of time before her bladder becomes something she can’t ignore, and still, all she can do is dig into her work and hope for the best. Perhaps she’ll have the chance to take a break when no one’s paying attention, when she’s already close to done. Time passes slowly, and the work goes slowly, and it becomes harder and harder to focus as her bladder grows more full and begins to throb. She squirms in her seat, the pile of paperwork never seeming to get any smaller despite the dent she’s sure she must have made in it by now. Retsuko knows that it’s going to be a struggle to hold it until the end, but she bites her lip and tries to think only about her word, not about the way her bladder aches for relief. The day continues to drag on, until everyone else begins to finish their work and clock out. She knows that now would be the best time to sneak out for a break, however, with how fiercely she was threatened to get her work done quickly, she realizes now that that won’t be a possibility. Even if the office is mostly empty, even if it clears out, who is to say there won’t be someone left behind to make sure she does as she’s told. Perhaps Komiya; she wouldn’t put something like that past him. With no one else around, it is at least easier to not have to hide the signs of her desperation, and she does not sit still as works, finally reaching the halfway point in the pile of paperwork. However, halfway does not mean much, and she knows that there’s no way she’s going to be able to make it to the end of this stack without wetting herself. With no option for a bathroom break, but no one else in the room to see what she might do, she knows that she only has one choice to avoid wetting herself. So, as much as she hates to do it, she begins looking around for something she can use without leaving the room. Her frantic search leads to her finding an empty water bottle in the trash can, a rather sizeable one, and she’s sure that it will do the trick. Hiding behind her desk as much as she can, she prays that no one comes back in as she hikes up her skirt and moves her panties out of the way, positioning the bottle to catch her stream. With a sigh of relief, she lets go just in the nick of time, but then, she hears the door open, and knows that her desperate prayers went ignored. She tries to stop, but she finds that she can’t, her bladder pushed to its limits, and she hears the voice of Haida saying, “Can’t believe I forgot my-” “Don’t come over here!” she warns, even knowing how suspicious that sounds. “Huh? Retsuko? Is something wrong? What’s that…” He trails off as he comes closer, until he can suddenly see, very clearly, what she’s doing. He starts to stammer, blushing as he asks, “Wh-what are you doing?” “Just don’t look at me!” she begs, and she is glad, at least, that he turns around, and heads for the door. However, he doesn’t leave the room, standing close to the door until her stream trickles to a stop. “You, uh...finished up?” he asks awkwardly. “I...yeah, I am,” she replies. She realizes now that he was staying at the door to guard her, and she feels grateful, even if she’s mortified that he caught her like this. “Please...can you never mention this again?” “Sure thing,” he agrees. “Hey, I mean, work gets tough, so I understand. I’ll, uh, see you around.” And with that, he leaves her to dispose of the evidence and get back to her mountain of work.
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    Commissions Open Again

    Hello, all, I tried to find my old thread to bump again, but I have been struggling, so I will just start fresh. I write omorashi fanfiction (among other types), as well as original fiction, and am trying to get back in the swing of writing as work slows down in the off season. For now, I'm opening five slots, and will reopen them as fics get finished. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xbV3B0oL9PdLxz72qsWuYQ-g12ynnCyFt1dCPLP5wq8/edit?usp=drivesdk For my info, check the link! Slots: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5.
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    nicholas1996's Commissions (A Series of Fics)

    A/N: Another one where the prompt was based on a canon scene, that diverges for the purpose of the story. One day, when Beast Boy goes to the bathroom and finds it occupied, he groans to himself. He really waited a little to long this time, and he really has to go right now. He didn’t think about there being someone else inside, but now that he knows there is, he hopes that it won’t be very long. He really needs to go, after all, and he squirms in place as he knocks. “Come on, let me in, I gotta go!” he cries Inside, Starfire is trying to deal with her little “zit” problem and, because she cannot get it to go away, she doesn’t want to open the door. Normally, she would be able to let him in and wait her turn to resume, but she really doesn’t want anyone to see her like this until she has it taken care of. So she simply replies, “Just a moment,” and he groans again. “I don’t know if I can wait that long,” he mumbles under his breath, grabbing himself and squirming and dancing around as his full bladder throbs and protests. It’s getting so bad already, and he really doesn’t know if he can wait that long, especially since he doesn’t know how long this is going to take her. Nervously, he squirms in place, crossing and uncrossing his legs, but nothing helps. No matter how he dances or fidgets, and no matter how he grabs himself, he knows that it isn’t going to help all that much at all. His bladder aches so much that he can hardly stand it, and he bites the inside of his cheek, trying to look around to try and take his mind off of things. However, that only ends up making it even worse for him. First, he catches sight of Cyborg in the kitchen, filling up a glass of water from the sink and then downing it. Sweating, he quickly looks away, but that is not much better either. Robin is watering a plant, whistling happily as he does so, and the sight of that water pouring out nearly causing Beast Boy to spring another leak. Hurriedly, he looks out the window, but that proves to be the worst of all, because Raven is outside, using a waterfall she brought with her powers, to water her own garden. Tightening his grip on himself, Beast Boy feels like he could cry now, and like he could lose control at any moment. He really won’t be able to hold it for much longer, and looking around does nothing to help distract him, so he clothes his eyes instead, and begins working his way through the alphabet. A simple tactic, but one that he hopes will work for him. But then he reaches the letter “P”, and, as if his body is responding to him, he springs a leak and nearly panics, crying out in his desperation. Though he manages to stop the leak before it goes too far, it’s only barely, and he knows that he’s definitely going to wet himself in the next few minutes if he doesn’t do something about this. He’s panicked and not quite thinking straight, and he notices that Robin has finished watering the nearby plants. In his panic, he makes the split second decision to water them himself, and hurries over, getting himself free from his costume just in time to let loose in the pot. He was only seconds away from soaking himself, and he lets out a sigh of relief, feeling so good now that he doesn’t care that he’s relieving himself in the middle of the hallway, where anyone could see him. That is when Starfire emerges, saying, “It’s all yours, Beast Boy.” In his surprise, he turns around, as she cries out, “Beast Boy, what are you doing?!” Not only does he expose himself to her when he turns around, but he also starts to pee on the floor as he stammers, “S-Star, it’s not what it looks like!” Realizing that she can see it all, and that he’s making a mess, he hurriedly turns back around to finish his business in the plant, and takes his time zipping up before he faces her, both of them blushing furiously. “I-I’m sorry, I just really couldn’t wait anymore…” he mumbles, and then she pulls him into a hug, hoping to make him feel better. “No, I am sorry. I was going as fast as I could.”
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    nicholas1996's Commissions (A Series of Fics)

    While Goten is flying with Trunks after a tournament, he finds it becomes harder and harder to ignore the throbbing in his bladder. He’s been trying to pretend he doesn’t have to go for a while now, but it’s getting to a point where he can’t ignore it anymore, because it’s getting so bad. His bladder is really full, and he wants to stop, but he doesn’t know if he should say anything or not. He squirms in discomfort, trying to keep it subtle so that Trunks doesn’t notice, but it’s really getting difficult for him to do that and he wonders how much more he’ll be able to take. Eventually, it becomes too hard to conceal as he slows down, and finally Trunks asks him if he’s okay, since there’s no denying that there’s a problem now. Since he can’t hide it anymore, he admits, “I have to pee really bad,” but the only response he gets is, “Then hold it.” He probably should have been more detailed about just how bad it is, but he does try to keep holding it, at least for now. He hopes that he’ll be able to hold it for long enough, but he isn’t sure if he’ll be able to or not. In fact, things only get worse from there on out, and he isn’t even able to try to hide his signs anymore. Trunks can tell that it’s getting worse for his friend, but there isn’t anything he can do to make the trip go faster either. He tries to reassure him by saying, “We’re almost there.” He hopes that Goten is able to hold it a little bit longer, but from the way he’s squirming constantly and occasionally grabbing at himself, that’s looking less and less likely. But what other option do they have right now? They’re over the ocean now, which means that they can’t just stop and take a break anywhere they want. In fact, being over the water is only making things worse, and being over the ocean makes holding it nearly impossible for Goten. The reassurance from Trunks really doesn’t do much for him at all, and he’s sure that he’s going to lose control soon, which he doesn’t want to do. But he’s been holding it for so long that he just knows that he isn’t going to make it, no matter how close they may be now. It’s getting to the point that it’s ridiculous, and finally, Trunks decides to do something about it. Getting closer to Goten, he says, “Why don’t you just go right here? The ocean is below us, after all?” “In front of you? No way!” he protests, and Trunks gets closer, suddenly surprising him by yanking down his pants, and even going so far as to aim him. This is such a shock to Goten that he isn’t able to stop himself from leaking, and he’s held it for too long that he’s barely able to stop it. “Why did you do that?!” he protests. “It was the only way to shut you up and get it over with,” Trunks replies. With no other option than to do things like this, Goten says, “Oh, yeah? Then why don’t you join me?” With that, he does the same to Trunks, and, as weird as it they, both aim each other and let loose, sighing relief. There’s still something incredibly humiliating about the situation, but being in it together makes it easier, and it’s much better than wetting himself, which Goten knew he was only moments away from doing. All in all, this was probably the best outcome.
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    nicholas1996's Commissions (A Series of Fics)

    Rocky always drinks coffee before he starts his morning bus route, in order to make sure that he is able to stay awake during the morning. The caffeine definitely helps him get through the day, but there is one morning that he is pretty tired, having been up late the night before. Therefore, he needs to drink more coffee than usual, and hurries to start his bus route, not thinking about the fact that he’s had so much more coffee than he’s used to. At first, he doesn’t notice any issue, but then, he starts to feel the urge to pee during the route. He’s only done a couple stops, but it’s already getting pretty bad, the coffee quickly working its way through his system like a diuretic would, and he’s still got quite a while before he’ll be able to stop. That means that he’s going to have to deal with his full bladder for a long time, and he hopes that it isn’t too much of a bother. Squirming in his seat, he tries to focus on the road and not think about the throbbing that’s starting to set up in his lower abdomen, not wanting to panic about it or anything. The more he panics, the worse it will get, he knows, so he needs to just keep calm and not worry about it for now. After all, there’s nothing he can do about it right now, so it’s better to try to ignore it until there’s a chance for him to go. But time is dragging on, and he isn’t doing so well. In fact, no matter how hard he tries to fight it, he knows that it’s likely going to be too much for him to handle. Still, there’s not much he can do about that now, and he continues to try to fight it. His signs are getting more and more noticeable, and as he squirms, he fears that the kids in the bus will start to notice the problem. More than anything, he wants to keep anyone from figuring out how desperate he is, but it isn’t long before that wish goes unfulfilled. “Are...you alright?” asks Gumball, and he groans. “I have to pee pretty badly,” he admits, knowing that there’s no point in hiding it if they’re already this close to having him figured out. Gumball giggles in response, and says, “You know you should always go before a long trip, right?” Blushing, he says, “I had a lot to drink before I left, alright?” The whole bus gets a good laugh out of that one, and he tries to ignore them, tries to ignore everything. There can’t be that much longer, can there? But things continue to get worse and worse, and knowing that he’s being watched now doesn’t help matters at all. He really doesn’t think he’s going to make it, and it’s when he knows that he has another half hour to wait that he finally can’t take it anymore. And he says as much, blurting out, “I can’t this! Can anyone help me? Anyone got a bottle or something?” He’s too close to losing control to even have shame anymore. The girls groan in disgust, while Gumball grins and says, “What’s in it for us?” “I’ve got twenty dollars in my pocket, if you help me you can have it,” he says, truly desperate at this point. Gumball decides to take this offer, taking a bottle and heading to the front of the bus. There is an awkward pause as Rocky tries to figure things out before Gumball says, “So, uh, need help aiming as well? Cos that’s gonna cost extra.” Seeing no other option, he says, “Fine, take the whole fifty dollars in my pocket, just, please!” So Gumball does help him, letting him know when he’s good to go. When Rocky finally lets go, he lets out a huge sigh of relief, having held back for far too long. The rest of the kids in the bus all yell, “Ew,” disgusted by this, but Gumball doesn’t care, considering he’s gotten a free fifty dollars out of this. Once the bottle is full and Rocky is empty, Gumball caps the bottle and returns to his seat. There, Darwin says, “I can’t believe you just did that.” “Hey, free pizza for the next couple days.” Rocky, meanwhile, will have to deal with this humiliation for a while, and has learned his lesson about paying more attention to how much he drinks before long drives.
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    nicholas1996's Commissions (A Series of Fics)

    When Tails finds out about an inventor’s convention, he grows excited, wanting to participate. He signs up and is accepted, and immediately gets to work trying to come up with something good to bring. Finally, the idea that he settles on is something that he thinks is both practical and convenient, that a lot of people will be able to find quite the use for. He decides to make a shrinkable toilet with self-contained plumbing that one can carry around without difficulty, and then have it grow to its actual size so that they can use it. He hopes that it will be useful in travel, particularly for people who don’t like to use public bathrooms. He works hard to finish it, and on the day of the convention, he’s feeling pretty confident. He sits down to watch the other people show off their inventions, as his number is pretty late in the list. However, it’s while he is watching the others that he first realizes that his bladder is starting to fill, and he grows nervous, squirming in his seat, and wondering how long it will be before it’s his turn. He doesn’t want to be gone and miss his turn, so he doesn’t want to try to sneak out to the bathroom. So he decides to try to ignore the urge, and then, after his demonstration, he’ll be free to go out to the bathroom. As long as he can hold it until then, there will be no problem. Tails just has to endure the time between now and then, and he’ll be okay, but that’s easier said than done. He hasn’t visited a bathroom in a while, which means that his urge is steadily growing worse, and there isn’t anything he can do to stop his bladder from filling so rapidly. He squirms in his seat, unable to completely pay attention to the other demonstrations, just counting down until it is his turn. He isn’t sure now if he’s going to be able to hold it, but he hopes that he is able to, because he really doesn’t want to miss his turn. He tries harder to suppress the urge, to keep his desperation to himself and keep his bladder in check. He doesn’t want to wet himself but he doesn’t want to miss his turn, and he grows more frantic, not knowing what to do in this situation. Time ticks by and the situation gets worse, but finally, it gets to be his turn, and he’s glad that he’ll be out of the situation soon. All he has to do is get through his presentation, and then it’s all over. But when he stands, he finds that the pressure on his bladder was greater than he realized, and he’s trembling as he walks up to present his invention. He thought that he was almost home free, but now he’s so nervous that he isn’t sure if he’s going to be able to make it until the end. While he begins to talk about his invention, his desperation continues to try to get the better of him, making it difficult for him to stand still and difficult for him to speak in an even tone of voice. He’s showing more and more signs to the audience, and it’s humiliating, but all he can think about is how badly he has to go, and how he feels close to losing control. He pulls out the toilet and uses the button to return it to normal size, but his bladder protests even more and he isn’t sure he’s going to make it. In fact, he’s pretty sure that he’s going to wet himself in the middle of his demonstration. He knows that that would be the absolute worst possible outcome, and so, he suddenly blurts out, “Now I will test it out.” And he does, with a huge sigh of release. The audience is shocked at his somewhat shameless behavior, but he can’t even bring himself to care about that right now. All he cares about is being able to empty his bladder after waiting for so long, though once he turns around to face them, he realizes that he needs to come up with an excuse. “That was, uh, on purpose,” he says. “I made sure I had to go before I did the demonstration, so that I could really show off how useful it is!” Fortunately for him, they accept this, and even more fortunately, the judges are so impressed that he wins. It was a lucky break for him, despite how embarrassing it was, but he knows in the future to be more careful before things like this.
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    nicholas1996's Commissions (A Series of Fics)

    There’s no limit to the things that Phineas and Ferb are able to do, and when they decide to have a zoo in their backyard, Isabelle has no doubt that they’ll be able to achieve it, and she isn’t at all surprised when she arrives and their backyard appears much larger than usual, and is exactly the zoo that they said it would be. When Phineas asks her if she wants to be a tour guide, she is eager to agree, wanting to be a part of their latest amazing feat. She gets to know the route she’s going to go on and the things she has to say about the animals, and is excited to get to do this. When the zoo opens, she’s given her first group to take on a tour, and that is when she first feels the urge to pee. She doesn’t have time for a break before she begins, she doesn’t think, so she decides to shrug it off, hoping that she will be able to hold it until the end of the tour. As they begin it, things seem to be going just fine, but it isn’t long before the urge begins to grow worse and she isn’t so sure about that. The first animal that she shows to everyone is a polar bear, and already, that makes things more difficult for her. She can’t stand the way the bear splashes around in the water, and she squirms, trying to conceal her desperation while she educates everyone about the animal on display. She goes to the next stop on the tour, but it’s a display of otters, and that certainly does not make anything easier on her either. There’s just as much splashing, and she has to go so terribly now, just from having to be around this. Still, she tries to keep the tour going and educate everyone, knowing that there will be a bathroom at the end. It’s not like she has any way out between now and then anyway. The only option is to press on, which she does, ignoring her desperation as much as she can. But so many of the animals she shows live in mostly aquatic habitats and they splash in the water and she bites her lip, her throbbing bladder protesting her closeness to all the water. If she doesn’t relieve herself soon, she knows this is going to end badly for her. She has to try to hold it until the end of the tour, but things are getting so difficult now that she doesn’t even know if she’s going to be able to. By the time she reaches the halfway point of her tour, she can barely stand still, struggling and squirming as she talks, and her desperation is growing more obvious as she shows more signs. She’s sure that she isn’t doing a good job keeping it a secret now, but what else can she do? If she tries to stand still and not squirm, then she’ll definitely lose control, and wet herself in front of everyone. Finally, a younger child in her group calls her out on this, and says, “You’re walking and standing funny, do you have to go pee?” She blushes as some of the other kids giggle, and she considers denying it before finally, she says, “Yes, but I have to wait until the end of the tour to get to the bathroom.” “Then why don’t you just use that tree over there?” one of the kids teases her, earning more laughter from the other kids, and she blushes even harder. Deciding to try and play off their joke with another joke, she says, “Well, then, does anyone want to join me?” Of course, she doesn’t mean this seriously, but then a few of the kids agree, some saying that they were about to burst themselves, and they step forward, not hesitating to use the tree, even in front of others. “I was just kidding!” she tries to assure them, but they’ve already begun, and she is at her limit anyway. And so, she decides to just go with them, rather than risk wetting herself in front of everyone. She hikes up her skirt and pulls down her panties so that she can let loose, and the relief is so overwhelming that it almost outweighs the humiliation of publicly relieving herself. Even if the others are watching in shock, it’s just so nice to empty her bladder now, and she and the kids who joined her are just glad to be done. But she knows now to take a bathroom break sooner whenever she agrees to do something for Phineas.
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    nicholas1996's Commissions (A Series of Fics)

    It is a mostly normal day at Acorn Flats when Patsy Smiles first feels an urge to pee. She doesn't waste any time in heading to the bathroom, since she isn't too busy to do so, but when she gets there, she sees that the large bathroom she and the other campers share is out of order. There are other girls nearby looking rather uncomfortable, and she wonders how long this has been going on for. Clearly it's presenting quite the problem for a lot of them, and without a working bathroom, they're all going to have to suffer for a bit. She just hopes that whatever is wrong gets fixed soon, so that she is able to go, and so that her fellow campers don't have to hold it for too long either. She tried to ignore the urge for the time being, and go back to what she was doing. That is what pretty much everyone does, but it isn't long before it becomes obvious that they are all struggling with this. She sees other campers and even the scoutmaster struggling, fidgeting, and crossing their legs, and she often feels like doing the same herself. Things are not going well at all, and it's finally decided that they have to wait too long here, and they should do something else about. And so, everyone loads up in the buses to go pay a visit to Camp Kidney, and see if they are able to use their bathrooms. Even the bus ride over feels like torture as all the girls are condensed together, having to hold it while watching their fellow campers squirming and struggling to hold it as well, and they each hope that this will be over soon. However, after they pull up and load out, they can see the remnants of the lemonade drinking contest that the campers here had earlier that day, and that's enough of a sign that things are not looking up for them just yet. The lines for the bathrooms are incredibly long, but the girls don't have much choice now, and they get in line behind the desperate boys. Patsy is starting to worry about whether or not she will make it, but she does her best to keep her composure. She bites the inside of her lip and squirms, and every time she is able to step forward, she reminds herself that that's a little less that she has to wait. Some of the boys don’t seem to be able to wait it out, however, and sometimes the line she is in gets shorter because they hurry off to use the nearest tree, which really grosses her and her fellow campers out. The boys don’t seem to care, however, and are just relieved. This makes it even more difficult to hold it, and they’ve all been waiting for so long. That is the state that Patsy is in when she starts to think that she’s going to lose control before she makes it to the front of the line. She’s starting to panic now, and she really doesn’t want to wet herself, but she doesn’t see many other options...unless she follows the example of the boys. As gross as it may seem, she doesn’t know if she can do anything else, she really can’t take it anymore. Screaming as she breaks out of the line, she begs, “Nobody look at me!” She hurries to a large tree, deciding that this one is good enough, and hikes up her skirt and pulls down her panties so that she can let loose. When she is bold enough to do that, the other girls soon follow suit, until the majority of her camp is surrounding the large tree, emptying their overfull bladders in full view of the others. The boys are so shocked that they can’t turn away, no matter how often the girls beg them not to watch, but they were all so desperate that they couldn’t help themselves, and can’t stop now. One by one, they all finish, humiliated by their display, but all so relieved that it’s finally over. Patsy has never been so embarrassed in her life, and is glad that they waste no time in hurrying back onto the buses to leave. All of them hope that this never happens again, and that no one will ever mention it again.