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EXCERPT:
I ended up tightly crossing my legs, all the way up to my groin. The added pressure helped manage the urge to go. I put the binder in my lap like I were reading it and used my legs as a make-shift table. Had it not been for my tail, which jerked around behind me in wide, unpredictable flicks, I fancied I'd have actually looked fairly natural.
\tCome on, come on, hurrrrrrry... Really gotta piss... really gotta piss....", "writing": "\tFinally. The last class of the day. \n\tI literally cannot wait to get home. I got the latest edition of 'Sometimes-Inert Spherical Objects with Magical Powers' yesterday and I've [i]never[/i] been so excited to play something. The first day had just been a warm-up, a teaser, a brief taste of what was to come. But today was [i]Friday[/i]; a day that would usher in a long weekend of playing games, eating snacks, and hanging out with my best friend, Ethan.\n\tI looked up at the clock, my leg kicking frantically and my fingers tapping on the desk.\n\t[i]Only ten more minutes[/i], I thought. [i]Only ten more minutes and I'll be meeting up with Ethan. And then... it'll be time to head to my place, and there the day will truly begin.... I just wish that clock would [u]hurry up[/u][/i].\n\tI clenched my teeth and my leg kicked a little more intensely. \n\t[i]...Dang, really gotta piss[/i]. I glanced down at my lap.[i] I really need to start going before 7th period[/i]....\n\tWhen the clock struck 3:30 and the bell rang, I exhaled a heavy breath and hopped to my feet. I rushed from the class, making sure I was the first one out. It was finally time to head home and play video games.\n\t[i]Damn, I have to piss so bad.[/i] I made quick steps to the bathroom, my need actually taking precedence in my mind over my plans for tonight; that is, for about five seconds. \n\tI could feel my bladder radiate sensation with every step, but even that wasn't enough to keep me from thinking about Crunks and his 10 move combo, which I was finally gonna pull off against Ethan in a [i]real[/i] match for the first time.\n\t[i]Just a little bit longer and we'll be sitting in front my screen having a good time.[/i]\n\tWhen I arrived at the bathroom, I gave the door a tug, but it resisted.\n\t[i]Wait, what? It's... locked...? ...Ugh, this is irritating. The whole downstairs is probably locked by now and I don't feel like walking all the way across campus just to use the bathroom.... My house isn't all [u]that[/u] far, is it? [/i]\n\tI looked warily down at my legs, and turned away from the door a moment later. I headed toward the spot where I normally met up with Ethan.[i] I can hold it a little longer. It's not [u]that[/u] bad.[/i]\n\tWhen I arrived at our spot, he was nowhere to be seen. I took a seat on the edge of one of the big garden beds and contorted myself into the most bladder considerate position I could, while still remaining inconspicuous. \n\tI ended up tightly crossing my legs, all the way up to my groin. The added pressure helped manage the urge to go. I put the binder in my lap like I were reading it and used my legs as a make-shift table. Had it not been for my tail, which jerked around behind me in wide, unpredictable flicks, I fancied I'd have actually looked fairly natural.\n\t[i]Come on, come on, hurrrrrrry... Really gotta piss... really gotta piss....[/i]\n\tMy legs shook restlessly and I clutched my binder hard enough to leave marks in my hand. I still thought of my game, but my thoughts were becoming increasingly bathroom oriented. Standing up earlier had made it a lot harder to hold.\n\t[u]Why did I drink all that water before class?[/u] I thought.\n\tWhen Ethan finally arrived, I jumped to my feet, more than ready to leave, but he greeted me slightly out of breath and said he needed to stop by a teacher's classroom first. I stifled a groan and said fine, as long as we made it quick. There were only so many hours we could play games in a day, after all.\n\t[i]I looked down at my shorts again when Ethan wasn't looking. If I'd known there were gonna be stops before we left... and if I'd known it was gonna be this bad... Well, maybe he'll need to go to a teacher by the open bathr-[/i]\n\t“-I gotta visit my first period teacher. She's downstairs so we'll need to find someone to unlock it for us.”\n\tI groaned silently and shifted a bit. [i]Of course it's downstairs, and [u]of course[/u] we need someone to unlock the door.... At least there is a bathroom in there. I'll just pop in real quick while he's talking to the teacher and that'll solve one problem. No making up the lost time, though....[/i]\n\tIt took a few minutes for us to find an administrator, but we eventually found one who reluctantly agreed to unlock the door for us, and who did so with aggravatingly lethargic movements. I watched as he struggled a bit with the door, pulling at it and turning the key several times to no avail.\n\t[i]Oh my God, please just open the door already![/i]” I yelled in my mind, swaying my hips in the subtlest way possible.\n\tWe finally made it inside and headed straight for the teacher's room, conveniently right on the way to the toilets. Ethan walked toward the door and invited me in, but I excused myself.\n\tAgain I moved with hurried steps down a hallway toward a bathroom. Now, my urgency was not just a matter of discomfort, but one of slight worry. It wasn't like I was going to actually piss my pants or something-I wasn't a little kid--but holding it this long couldn't be good for me, and... a little haste never hurt anybody, right?\n\tI made it to the door, tugged the handle, but it resisted.\n\t[i]What...? This... this one is locked too...? That's.... impossible.[/i]\n\tI bit my bottom lip. It made sense. No students were supposed to be in here and the teacher's had their own bathrooms at the end of the hall—which of course, were only accessible with a key. The janitor had to lock the bathrooms up at night, so why wouldn't he do it when he closed the building earlier in the day?\n\tI cursed the world for being so sinister, so sinister that kids would sneak into the teacher's bathrooms often enough to validate locking them. I cursed the janitor for not having more foresight with his locking. I cursed Ethan for dragging me around on errands without any concern for our plans or for my aggravation. And above all, I cursed myself, because [i]why didn't I just go before 7th period[/i]?\n\tI returned to the classroom and much to my dismay found that Ethan was still inside. I pressed myself against the wall and tried to distract myself with thoughts of the incoming game play. It worked for a bit, but I kept getting distracted by the thought of incoming relief. Needless to say, I had a lot of reasons to get home.\n\t[i]Dude, come on, what is [u]taking[/u] so long? I have to piss [u]so[/u] bad. Like, this is ridiculous. This is [u]ridiculous[/u].[/i]\n\tIt was around this point I realized I'd begun to move. My tail was flicking in wider, calmer motions than before; less jerky twitches, but when the jerky twitches came, they were intense and long-lasting, and were usually accompanied by a facial grimace. My hips swayed back and forth, not so subtly anymore, and my legs alternated on the spot as I went from foot to foot.\n\t[i]I'm pee dancing. I'm actually pee dancing like a little kid....[/i] I looked down the hallway, toward the door. [i]Maybe when Ethan gets out I should just head across campus to go. Like, this is so bad. But, what if it's already been locked too...? Then I'm gonna have to walk all the way back here to get off campus, and then [u]all[/u] the way home.... What if the extra distance makes me have an acc-[/i]\n\tI caught myself. I heard the word in the back of my mind. I'd felt the desire to bring it to the forefront of my thoughts. 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Do not pee....[/i]\n\tEthan tried to make small talk with me about 'Sometimes-Inert Spherical Objects with Magical Powers,' but I couldn't muster up anything more cohesive than 'yeah,' or 'sure.'\n\t“Um, are you okay?” He asked, coming to a stop, about halfway from my house.\n\t“[i]Please[/i] do not stop walking. I am fine, I just really, [i]really[/i] have to pee. I'll be fine as long as we keep moving.”\n\tWith a look of realization, and then a slight look of pity, he continued following along with my quick, short steps. I was afraid if I over-extended my legs, I might.... \n\t[i]...No, it doesn't matter what I'm afraid of. Only one thing matters: that I keep moving.[/i]\n\tIt was embarrassing telling Ethan I had to go, but at that point it was fairly obvious. When he'd stopped to ask me what was wrong, I'd been unable to remain still. I'd jerked my body around and done the most wild pee dance I could muster, all in an effort to control this out-of-control situation. The jerky tail motions were becoming increasingly common and my face had to be glowing--judging by the warmth I could feel coming off of it.\n\tI leaned forward suspiciously far as I walked, and I even rested a hand on my thigh in case I had to grab myself. Not that I would need to. I had no actual plans of having an accident—let alone in public!--but it never hurt to be sa-\n\t[b]Psst[/b]\n\tMy body tightened. I crossed my legs and stared blatantly down at my groin with a look of shock. My hand clutched my package through my shorts out of reflex, and I stood there, holding myself like a child seeing his limits surpassed for the first time.\n\t“Uh, Anthony?”\n\tI looked over at Ethan with shock and embarrassment on my face. “I-It's nothing.” I uncrossed my legs slowly, watching my legs as I did it. I felt the pressure against my penis increase again, but at least the pee had stopped flowing. \n\tI resumed as normal a stance as I could, but I didn't dare remove my hand from my groin. I was afraid that if I pulled my fingers away from the tip of my dick, or even moved anything close to that area the wrong way, to the slightest degree, that I would start to piss. And if that happened, would I be able to stop....?\n\tSo I walked. Or, maybe it was more like a waddle at this point--it's hard to say. Regardless, it was not a pretty sight. It was a stance of pure utility.\n\t[i]My undies...[/i] I thought. I felt warmth against my dick, and I'd felt a warm tickling sensation against my balls, moving downward, and then a moment after that, the bottom part of briefs had gotten a bit soggy--and that was to say nothing of the now sodden fabric pressed directly into my penis.\n\t[i]At least I'm not wearing boxers,[/i] I thought. [i]It might've leaked out....[/i]\n\tI stifled a shutter. My shorts were a dark shade of burgundy. 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I had both my hands pressed into my groin, my face was contorted into a grimace, and my gait was jagged and uneven. Ethan only had to jog to keep up with my maximum speed.\n\t“We're almost there,” he said from behind with a sympathetic tone. “Only a few more feet, you can make it!”\n\t[b]Pst.[/b]\n\t[i]Crap![/i]\n\tRunning into my front yard I felt a sharp feeling at my penis. Like a prelude to something far out of my control. \n\t[b]Drip... drip... drip...[/b]\n\t[i]No, no, no! This can't be happening! I can't actually be pissing my pants! Not here! Not now![/i]\n\t“M-Mom!”\n\tI don't know why I uttered it. It was terribly embarrassing to cry out for my mom in front of Ethan like that, but the word came out. Maybe part of me wanted her to hear, so she could swing the door open, so I could run inside, run into the bathroom, make it in just the nick of time, and then piss. Piss in the toilet, on the toilet, on the floor. I didn't care where or how, as long as it wasn't in my pants in front of Ethan, outside in the front lawn.\n\tBut I knew she wouldn't, that she couldn't hear me. That she wouldn't know what to do even if she had.\n\t[b]Drip... drip... pst, pst... drip...[/b]\n\t“Ugh!” I felt warmth run over the fingers of one hand while the other rummaged through my pockets for the key. I leaned forward, nearly hopping from foot to foot. But the dripping wouldn't stop. The small bursts wouldn't stop. And then...\n\t[b]Drip... pst... pstssspstssssSSSSSSSSSS....[/b]\n\tI gasped and came to a sudden stop as the once steadily growing warmth around my dick turned into an explosion. Hot liquid soaked my balls in seconds. It ran through my briefs like they weren't even there, and right before my eyes, it rapidly saturated my shorts, riplets of piss ushering in a solid patch of darkness that grew down my thighs, growing second by second. \n\tI watched as the piss fell from my spread legs straight to the ground in a waterfall, and how some trailed down the fur of my legs. Some of that urine trailed into my shoes and saturated my socks, while some ran down the side of my shoe, adding to the large puddle below me with the slow moving grace of a mini-waterfall in a reflection pond.\n\tFor an instant, the superman logo on the front of my favorite undies popped into my head.\n\t[i]Mom's definitely gonna notice this....[/i]\n\tThe piss flowed for awhile, but eventually I managed to clench my muscles and terminate the stream. I sniffed, and it was in that instant I realized I'd started to cry. Without risking a glance back at Ethan, I forced my crying to stop, unlocked and tore open the door, and ran to the bathroom.\n\tI slid inside and closed the door, taking a moment to lean against the door and take heavy breaths, disregarding the drops of urine dribbling down from my sodden shorts on to the floor and onto my legs. I put my clean hand over my face and sobbed for a second longer, letting out the little bit more of a emotion that had to come out. And then, in one rapid motion, I moved toward the toilet, pulled out my dick, and started pissing half an instant later. I allowed myself a sigh of relief, at finally getting to feel my overfilled bladder entirely emptied, at knowing the situation was finally—mostly--over.\n\tWhen I finished voiding, I looked down into my shorts, at the soaked superman briefs, at the shorts themselves, and then at the stain beyond my testicles that ran down both legs. I frowned and put my penis away, and then a moment later, dropped the shorts to the floor.\n\tI picked them up and examined them for a moment. I looked around for a place to put them and ended up leaving them in the shower. Then I examined the briefs, but I kept them on as I did it. From the bottom of my bulge down, they were soaked. I pulled my package out of the way and leaned forward to examine the portion between my legs.\n\tAfter that, I pulled the briefs off and threw them in the shower, on top of the shorts\n\tI looked around awkwardly, taking a moment to look at myself in the mirror. I was only wearing a shirt now, but I'd forgotten to grab a change of clothes. I looked back at the soiled clothing in the shower and shuddered. I had no plans of putting those back on.\n\tWith a heavy sigh and a frustrated feeling of pure exhaustion, of exhaustion that demanded rest to the point of not caring about anything, I peaked out the bathroom door, found the coast was clear (I assumed Ethan was in the living room), and then with a hand crudely placed over my package, ran into my room, which was thankfully directly across the hall.\n\tThe moment I made it inside, I closed the door and sighed with relief. I got some fresh underwear and some new shorts. I smelled like pee and the fur around my groin was matted down with piss. I soon realized showering before I'd made my half-naked dash across the hall would have been a good idea, but I was too tired to beat myself up over it. I slipped into the clean briefs—not superman ones, normal briefs, ones I didn't have to hide even if I didn't particularly want to be seen in them--and quickly ran back to the bathroom.\n\tWhen I got out of the shower, I found Ethan sitting in the living room as I'd suspected, already playing some Spheres. We both sat there in awkward silence, but after awhile, he started to make comments about the game, and slowly we eased back into our normal moods, almost if my accident hadn't happened at all. \n\tOccasionally, I'd think of my accident, it would suddenly pop up in my mind and I'd be forced to confront it again. Whenever that happened, my cheeks would flush and I'd go silent for a bit, until Ethan said something and pulled me back into conversation.\n\tEthan didn't ever mention the accident—not to me, and not to anybody else. \n\tWords don't describe how thankful I was to have such a good friend.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tFinally. The last class of the day.
\tI literally cannot wait to get home. I got the latest edition of 'Sometimes-Inert Spherical Objects with Magical Powers' yesterday and I've never been so excited to play something. The first day had just been a warm-up, a teaser, a brief taste of what was to come. But today was Friday; a day that would usher in a long weekend of playing games, eating snacks, and hanging out with my best friend, Ethan.
\tI looked up at the clock, my leg kicking frantically and my fingers tapping on the desk.
\tOnly ten more minutes, I thought. Only ten more minutes and I'll be meeting up with Ethan. And then... it'll be time to head to my place, and there the day will truly begin.... I just wish that clock would hurry up.
\tI clenched my teeth and my leg kicked a little more intensely.
\t...Dang, really gotta piss. I glanced down at my lap. I really need to start going before 7th period....
\tWhen the clock struck 3:30 and the bell rang, I exhaled a heavy breath and hopped to my feet. I rushed from the class, making sure I was the first one out. It was finally time to head home and play video games.
\tDamn, I have to piss so bad. I made quick steps to the bathroom, my need actually taking precedence in my mind over my plans for tonight; that is, for about five seconds.
\tI could feel my bladder radiate sensation with every step, but even that wasn't enough to keep me from thinking about Crunks and his 10 move combo, which I was finally gonna pull off against Ethan in a real match for the first time.
\tJust a little bit longer and we'll be sitting in front my screen having a good time.
\tWhen I arrived at the bathroom, I gave the door a tug, but it resisted.
\tWait, what? It's... locked...? ...Ugh, this is irritating. The whole downstairs is probably locked by now and I don't feel like walking all the way across campus just to use the bathroom.... My house isn't all that far, is it?
\tI looked warily down at my legs, and turned away from the door a moment later. I headed toward the spot where I normally met up with Ethan. I can hold it a little longer. It's not that bad.
\tWhen I arrived at our spot, he was nowhere to be seen. I took a seat on the edge of one of the big garden beds and contorted myself into the most bladder considerate position I could, while still remaining inconspicuous.
\tI ended up tightly crossing my legs, all the way up to my groin. The added pressure helped manage the urge to go. I put the binder in my lap like I were reading it and used my legs as a make-shift table. Had it not been for my tail, which jerked around behind me in wide, unpredictable flicks, I fancied I'd have actually looked fairly natural.
\tCome on, come on, hurrrrrrry... Really gotta piss... really gotta piss....
\tMy legs shook restlessly and I clutched my binder hard enough to leave marks in my hand. I still thought of my game, but my thoughts were becoming increasingly bathroom oriented. Standing up earlier had made it a lot harder to hold.
\tWhy did I drink all that water before class? I thought.
\tWhen Ethan finally arrived, I jumped to my feet, more than ready to leave, but he greeted me slightly out of breath and said he needed to stop by a teacher's classroom first. I stifled a groan and said fine, as long as we made it quick. There were only so many hours we could play games in a day, after all.
\tI looked down at my shorts again when Ethan wasn't looking. If I'd known there were gonna be stops before we left... and if I'd known it was gonna be this bad... Well, maybe he'll need to go to a teacher by the open bathr-
\t“-I gotta visit my first period teacher. She's downstairs so we'll need to find someone to unlock it for us.”
\tI groaned silently and shifted a bit. Of course it's downstairs, and of course we need someone to unlock the door.... At least there is a bathroom in there. I'll just pop in real quick while he's talking to the teacher and that'll solve one problem. No making up the lost time, though....
\tIt took a few minutes for us to find an administrator, but we eventually found one who reluctantly agreed to unlock the door for us, and who did so with aggravatingly lethargic movements. I watched as he struggled a bit with the door, pulling at it and turning the key several times to no avail.
\tOh my God, please just open the door already!” I yelled in my mind, swaying my hips in the subtlest way possible.
\tWe finally made it inside and headed straight for the teacher's room, conveniently right on the way to the toilets. Ethan walked toward the door and invited me in, but I excused myself.
\tAgain I moved with hurried steps down a hallway toward a bathroom. Now, my urgency was not just a matter of discomfort, but one of slight worry. It wasn't like I was going to actually piss my pants or something-I wasn't a little kid--but holding it this long couldn't be good for me, and... a little haste never hurt anybody, right?
\tI made it to the door, tugged the handle, but it resisted.
\tWhat...? This... this one is locked too...? That's.... impossible.
\tI bit my bottom lip. It made sense. No students were supposed to be in here and the teacher's had their own bathrooms at the end of the hall—which of course, were only accessible with a key. The janitor had to lock the bathrooms up at night, so why wouldn't he do it when he closed the building earlier in the day?
\tI cursed the world for being so sinister, so sinister that kids would sneak into the teacher's bathrooms often enough to validate locking them. I cursed the janitor for not having more foresight with his locking. I cursed Ethan for dragging me around on errands without any concern for our plans or for my aggravation. And above all, I cursed myself, because why didn't I just go before 7th period?
\tI returned to the classroom and much to my dismay found that Ethan was still inside. I pressed myself against the wall and tried to distract myself with thoughts of the incoming game play. It worked for a bit, but I kept getting distracted by the thought of incoming relief. Needless to say, I had a lot of reasons to get home.
\tDude, come on, what is taking so long? I have to piss so bad. Like, this is ridiculous. This is ridiculous.
\tIt was around this point I realized I'd begun to move. My tail was flicking in wider, calmer motions than before; less jerky twitches, but when the jerky twitches came, they were intense and long-lasting, and were usually accompanied by a facial grimace. My hips swayed back and forth, not so subtly anymore, and my legs alternated on the spot as I went from foot to foot.
\tI'm pee dancing. I'm actually pee dancing like a little kid.... I looked down the hallway, toward the door. Maybe when Ethan gets out I should just head across campus to go. Like, this is so bad. But, what if it's already been locked too...? Then I'm gonna have to walk all the way back here to get off campus, and then all the way home.... What if the extra distance makes me have an acc-
\tI caught myself. I heard the word in the back of my mind. I'd felt the desire to bring it to the forefront of my thoughts. But I refused to, I refused acknowledge it as a possibility.
\tNo, I thought. I'm not gonna pee my pants. I am basically an adult and I'm not gonna have an accident. I'm in high school now, and high schoolers do not pee in their pants.
\tEthan finally emerged, blissfully unaware of the seriousness of the situation.
\tI walked with awkward steps, rushing him forward, and the longer it went on, the more the pressure in my stomach reverberated out. I could feel urine against my penis, just a slight push away from dribbling into my briefs, every step racking my lower body with feeling. It was like an echo. Like my bladder was screaming steadily louder, screaming for me to let go. It echoed throughout my lower body, which yearned to obey the voice—but my mind resisted. My mind fought it.
\tI'm not gonna pee my pants. I'm not gonna pee my pants. Don't pee. Don't pee. Just a little further. Just hold on a little longer. Do not pee....
\tEthan tried to make small talk with me about 'Sometimes-Inert Spherical Objects with Magical Powers,' but I couldn't muster up anything more cohesive than 'yeah,' or 'sure.'
\t“Um, are you okay?” He asked, coming to a stop, about halfway from my house.
\t“Please do not stop walking. I am fine, I just really, really have to pee. I'll be fine as long as we keep moving.”
\tWith a look of realization, and then a slight look of pity, he continued following along with my quick, short steps. I was afraid if I over-extended my legs, I might....
\t...No, it doesn't matter what I'm afraid of. Only one thing matters: that I keep moving.
\tIt was embarrassing telling Ethan I had to go, but at that point it was fairly obvious. When he'd stopped to ask me what was wrong, I'd been unable to remain still. I'd jerked my body around and done the most wild pee dance I could muster, all in an effort to control this out-of-control situation. The jerky tail motions were becoming increasingly common and my face had to be glowing--judging by the warmth I could feel coming off of it.
\tI leaned forward suspiciously far as I walked, and I even rested a hand on my thigh in case I had to grab myself. Not that I would need to. I had no actual plans of having an accident—let alone in public!--but it never hurt to be sa-
\tPsst
\tMy body tightened. I crossed my legs and stared blatantly down at my groin with a look of shock. My hand clutched my package through my shorts out of reflex, and I stood there, holding myself like a child seeing his limits surpassed for the first time.
\t“Uh, Anthony?”
\tI looked over at Ethan with shock and embarrassment on my face. “I-It's nothing.” I uncrossed my legs slowly, watching my legs as I did it. I felt the pressure against my penis increase again, but at least the pee had stopped flowing.
\tI resumed as normal a stance as I could, but I didn't dare remove my hand from my groin. I was afraid that if I pulled my fingers away from the tip of my dick, or even moved anything close to that area the wrong way, to the slightest degree, that I would start to piss. And if that happened, would I be able to stop....?
\tSo I walked. Or, maybe it was more like a waddle at this point--it's hard to say. Regardless, it was not a pretty sight. It was a stance of pure utility.
\tMy undies... I thought. I felt warmth against my dick, and I'd felt a warm tickling sensation against my balls, moving downward, and then a moment after that, the bottom part of briefs had gotten a bit soggy--and that was to say nothing of the now sodden fabric pressed directly into my penis.
\tAt least I'm not wearing boxers, I thought. It might've leaked out....
\tI stifled a shutter. My shorts were a dark shade of burgundy. Wetness wouldn't be painfully obvious, but I'd have no way to hide it in the sunlight.
\tI thought about my dark blue briefs with the superman logo on the front.
\tIt had to be in my favorite undies, didn't it? I wonder if it'll stain.... Wait a minute, will mom notice?
\tWe neared my house. Each step was a strange new form of agony. It was not so much a pain as a crushing feeling of defeat. There I was, dancing around like a child, clutching myself in a way no high schooler ever should, putting on a show for Ethan and for the passing cars, all in an attempt to avoid an embarrassment even greater than this.
\tBut then I thought to myself: who cares about the show? As long as I don't pee myself—well, any worse, I mean. As long I don't have an accident in front of the world. Who cares how dumb I look for a few minutes?
\tAs long. As I don't. Piss myself.
\tWhen we arrived on my street, I'd thought for a moment that I was in the clear. I'd really believed it to. I'd thought I'd get away with a mildly uncomfortable wet stain on my briefs for a few hours. The urge even let up a bit. It wasn't until I took a few steps with my house in sight that I felt a tsunami of pressure wash over my entire being, growing more and more powerful as it tumbled down around me.
\tI groaned, a soft, high pitched whimper of a noise. Ethan looked over at me, but I didn't look back. I walked as quickly as I could, I waddled as quickly as I could toward home. I could see it. The tree out front. The porch... the screen door... the front door and the kitchen window and the car in the driveway. I could see it all.
\tMy tail began to curl between my waddling legs.
\tDrip.
\tWh-what?
\tDrip. Drip.
\tN-No... No! I... I can't.... Ugh!
\tI started to run. It was probably the most embarrassing run I'd ever done in my life. I had both my hands pressed into my groin, my face was contorted into a grimace, and my gait was jagged and uneven. Ethan only had to jog to keep up with my maximum speed.
\t“We're almost there,” he said from behind with a sympathetic tone. “Only a few more feet, you can make it!”
\tPst.
\tCrap!
\tRunning into my front yard I felt a sharp feeling at my penis. Like a prelude to something far out of my control.
\tDrip... drip... drip...
\tNo, no, no! This can't be happening! I can't actually be pissing my pants! Not here! Not now!
\t“M-Mom!”
\tI don't know why I uttered it. It was terribly embarrassing to cry out for my mom in front of Ethan like that, but the word came out. Maybe part of me wanted her to hear, so she could swing the door open, so I could run inside, run into the bathroom, make it in just the nick of time, and then piss. Piss in the toilet, on the toilet, on the floor. I didn't care where or how, as long as it wasn't in my pants in front of Ethan, outside in the front lawn.
\tBut I knew she wouldn't, that she couldn't hear me. That she wouldn't know what to do even if she had.
\tDrip... drip... pst, pst... drip...
\t“Ugh!” I felt warmth run over the fingers of one hand while the other rummaged through my pockets for the key. I leaned forward, nearly hopping from foot to foot. But the dripping wouldn't stop. The small bursts wouldn't stop. And then...
\tDrip... pst... pstssspstssssSSSSSSSSSS....
\tI gasped and came to a sudden stop as the once steadily growing warmth around my dick turned into an explosion. Hot liquid soaked my balls in seconds. It ran through my briefs like they weren't even there, and right before my eyes, it rapidly saturated my shorts, riplets of piss ushering in a solid patch of darkness that grew down my thighs, growing second by second.
\tI watched as the piss fell from my spread legs straight to the ground in a waterfall, and how some trailed down the fur of my legs. Some of that urine trailed into my shoes and saturated my socks, while some ran down the side of my shoe, adding to the large puddle below me with the slow moving grace of a mini-waterfall in a reflection pond.
\tFor an instant, the superman logo on the front of my favorite undies popped into my head.
\tMom's definitely gonna notice this....
\tThe piss flowed for awhile, but eventually I managed to clench my muscles and terminate the stream. I sniffed, and it was in that instant I realized I'd started to cry. Without risking a glance back at Ethan, I forced my crying to stop, unlocked and tore open the door, and ran to the bathroom.
\tI slid inside and closed the door, taking a moment to lean against the door and take heavy breaths, disregarding the drops of urine dribbling down from my sodden shorts on to the floor and onto my legs. I put my clean hand over my face and sobbed for a second longer, letting out the little bit more of a emotion that had to come out. And then, in one rapid motion, I moved toward the toilet, pulled out my dick, and started pissing  half  an instant later. I allowed myself a sigh of relief, at finally getting to feel my overfilled bladder entirely emptied, at knowing the situation was finally—mostly--over.
\tWhen I finished voiding, I looked down into my shorts, at the soaked superman briefs, at the shorts themselves, and then at the stain beyond my testicles that ran down both legs. I frowned and put my penis away, and then a moment later, dropped the shorts to the floor.
\tI picked them up and examined them for a moment. I looked around for a place to put them and ended up leaving them in the shower. Then I examined the briefs, but I kept them on as I did it. From the bottom of my bulge down, they were soaked. I pulled my package out of the way and leaned forward to examine the portion between my legs.
\tAfter that, I pulled the briefs off and threw them in the shower, on top of the shorts
\tI looked around awkwardly, taking a moment to look at myself in the mirror. I was only wearing a shirt now, but I'd forgotten to grab a change of clothes. I looked back at the soiled clothing in the shower and shuddered. I had no plans of putting those back on.
\tWith a heavy sigh and a frustrated feeling of pure exhaustion, of exhaustion that demanded rest to the point of not caring about anything, I peaked out the bathroom door, found the coast was clear (I assumed Ethan was in the living room), and then with a hand crudely placed over my package, ran into my room, which was thankfully directly across the hall.
\tThe moment I made it inside, I closed the door and sighed with relief. I got some fresh underwear and some new shorts. I smelled like pee and the fur around my groin was matted down with piss. I soon realized showering before I'd made my half-naked dash across the hall would have been a good idea, but I was too tired to beat myself up over it. I slipped into the clean briefs—not superman ones, normal briefs, ones I didn't have to hide even if I didn't particularly want to be seen in them--and quickly ran back to the bathroom.
\tWhen I got out of the shower, I found Ethan sitting in the living room as I'd suspected, already playing some Spheres. We both sat there in awkward silence, but after awhile, he started to make comments about the game, and slowly we eased back into our normal moods, almost if my accident hadn't happened at all.
\tOccasionally, I'd think of my accident, it would suddenly pop up in my mind and I'd be forced to confront it again. Whenever that happened, my cheeks would flush and I'd go silent for a bit, until Ethan said something and pulled me back into conversation.
\tEthan didn't ever mention the accident—not to me, and not to anybody else.
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