----- Part 1: Starting Wendell is finally home after a long, hot day outside. He's immediately greeted by Dire, his roommate or maybe something more than that. Dire sees that Wendell could really use a drink right about now, which was perfect because Dire had a special challenge planned for him. Dire offers Wendell one of his favorite drinks, Slap Juice. But there are some rules. Wendell must drink at least 6 of these bottles, 1 every 30 minutes. He's also not allowed any bathroom breaks until Dire says so. Wendell accepts the challenge and immediately gulps down the first bottle Dire gives to him. Let's see how this goes. ----- Part 2: Filling 4:00pm - After Wendell finishes his 1st bottle of Slap Juice, him and Dire decide to casually kill time by hanging out in the living room, watching movies, playing video games, etc. 4:30pm - Wendell drinks the 2nd bottle of Slap Juice a bit more slowly this time. Still nothing yet. 5:00pm - 3rd bottle. Wendell feels a slight urge to pee, but nothing too serious. 5:30pm - 4th bottle. All of the previous drinks have quickly caught up to Wendell and his bladder is nearly full (in average standards). Dire notices him occasionally shaking his legs and fidgeting. 6:00pm - 5th bottle. Wendell makes it more clear that he has to pee. His fidgeting becomes more frequent and he starts breathing heavily from time to time. 6:30pm - 6th bottle. Wendell fidgets even more often and starts to whimper. Dire comforts him by giving head pats and uttering "good boy" every now and then. Dire also occasionally teases Wendell, with one of those teases being him questioning if Wendell's housebroken, and Wendell responds with "oh shut up" with a smirk on his face. 7:00pm - Wendell now feels his clothes putting pressure on his bladder, and he's afraid he'll spring a leak or lose control any second now. So Wendell asks Dire if he can remove some of his clothes and Dire lets him. Upon removing his shorts and jacket, Wendell notices a slight bulge emerging from his lower abdomen. Dire notices it too. Dire chuckles and pulls out 3 more bottles of Slap Juice from the fridge. He asks Wendell if they want to take this a bit further. To both their surprises, Wendell accepts it and gulps down his 7th bottle of Slap Juice. 7:30pm - 8th bottle. Wendell's bladder bulge becomes even more noticeable. His whimpering and whining also becomes more frequent, which was music to Dire's ears. Dire then gets the urge to rub Wendell's belly but he doesn't want to cause him to have an accident on the living room floor. He'll wait until a little bit later to try that [ ;) ] 8:00pm - Wendell is near his absolute limit. (Last time he had to pee this badly was during that one summer road trip.) When getting close to drinking his 9th bottle, he suddenly springs a leak on the couch and floor. Luckily he's able to stop it right away. That was Dire's cue to take Wendell to the bathroom. Wendell is still not allowed to pee but at least the floor will be easier to clean there if he springs any more leaks. ----- Part 3: Belly Rubs 8:00pm (holding since 4:00pm) Wendell has a hard time finishing the 9th and last bottle of Slap Juice in the bathroom. Every sip and swallow sends a strong signal to his bladder. But he eventually powers through until the final bottle is empty. Dire brings the rest of the empty bottles here to put on display. It was shocking to Wendell seeing exactly how much juice he put into his body and hasn't let out yet. 8:30pm Wendell is doing everything he can to contain himself - dancing, whimpering, frantically pacing, even clenching himself with his hands - all while Dire watches with amusement. Wendell would still occasionally leak on the floor, but that's okay with Dire as long as he doesn't lose full control. Then Dire finally asks Wendell if he could do him another favor: let him rub his belly. Wendell agrees and slowly lies on the floor. Dire kneels down and starts to carefully rub Wendell's belly and bladder bulge, all while giving him more headpats, ear scratches, and reassurance. It surprisingly calmed Wendell down for a little bit, although he's still nearly failing to contain his overfull bladder. A few minutes pass by then Wendell feels the need to stand up and pace around again. ----- Part 4: Begging/Torment 9:00pm (holding since 4:00pm) Wendell is so close to losing all control and the pressure from his bladder is becoming almost unbearable. He's almost ready to give in and starts begging Dire to let him pee, even resorting to lowering his ears and giving puppy-dog eyes. Dire: "How about another...um...30 minutes and I'll think abou..." Wendell: "NO! I seriously can't hold it anymore! Please!" *whimper Wendell springs yet another leak on the floor. But this time he had to grasp himself for a few seconds to stop the flow. Wendell also starts to shed a few tears for the first time tonight. And that's Dire's cue to let Wendell pee soon before he ends up flooding the entire bathroom floor. But Dire has one more thing he wants, or more likely needs, to do before letting that happen. Dire: "Okay okay fine, you win. I'll let you pee soon. But first..." Wendell: "F-first what?" Dire stands in front of the toilet, unzips his pants, and starts relieving himself, aiming directly for the center of the bowl for the loudest splashing noises. He also lets out a loud, exaggerated sigh. Dire: "Ahh this feels good. Been holding it in for 5 hours now" *chuckles* Wendell: "DIRE!...YOU..." (voice weakens mid-sentence) "damn it...p-please hurry...I can't...I'm gonna..." Dire: "You can go as soon as I'm done. Just be a good boy and wait your turn. And don't you dare piss on me." This was the worst torture Wendell ever had to endure. He can't cover his ears to drown out the noise and he's not able to move fast enough to push Dire out of the way because both his hands and legs are busy preventing a flood from happening. Even without a full bladder Wendell wouldn't win a play-fight against Dire anyway. So he can only stand somewhat still and hope that Dire finishes soon. Just 1 more minute. Just 1 more minute. Just 1 more minute is all Wendell asks of himself. It'll all be over soon. Just hang in here. Just 1 more minute... -------------- Part 5: Sweet Relief 9:05pm (holding since 4:00pm) As soon as Dire finished and moved aside, Wendell already started peeing with full force before he could step forward. He didn't even bother stopping the flow for just another second because the pressure was overwhelming at that point, so he quickly shuffles his way closer to the toilet and redirects the jet stream towards the bowl. Finally! Some sweet relief! Wendell lets out a huge sigh and moan, then begins to space out. Almost everything becomes a blur for him from this point forward, but he was still conscious enough to continue relieving himself. He begins leaning slightly and might fall over at some point if someone's not there to support him. Wendell then feels a big, strong werewolf press up on his back. He feels a couple of arms wrap around him, one hand rubbing his upper abdomen and another on the his lower abdomen feeling and massaging his bulging bladder as it recedes. He then feels a big fluffy head rest on his left shoulder. Wendell regains his balance and continues to relieve himself while spaced out. Then he hears a low, soothing voice on his left side: "Such a good boy...Feels good doesn't it?...Don't pass out now...Had enough Slap Juice for tonight?...Wow, you're still going. Had to piss that bad huh?" Wendell slowly nods his head in agreement to everything the voice said. He also tries wagging his tail, but his tail is obstructed at the moment. Several minutes later, the stream slows down and Wendell finally comes back from his state of trance. He realizes Dire is hugging him from behind and embraces it until he finally stops peeing, then Dire lets go of him. Afterwards Wendell lies on the floor on his back, not even minding the wet spots from earlier. He places one hand on his lower abdomen , where his bulging bladder used to be, and starts catching his breath like he just finished the most intense workout session. Dire lies next to Wendell to comfort him and make sure he's okay. Wendell: *chuckles "I'm gonna remember this night for a long time" Dire: "Me too, Wendell. Me too." *chuckles Wendell: "Wanna join me next time we do this? Make it a contest?" Dire: "We both know I won't last that long. But I'll think about it." -----