💙🩵 zoom meeting themed fictomo (no-name original character) 🩵💙
Working from home was usually a blessing. Aside from mandatory meetings, he could wake up without rushing, pajamas bottoms were allowed, and he could get up for food and the bathroom whenever.
See, he had gotten so used to just getting up to go whenever that when he sat in front of his computer, nice shirt on for the camera with pajama bottoms under the desk, the thought of needing to go to the bathroom before the meeting started didn’t even cross his mind.
It did, however, cross his mind 20 minutes in. The tell-tale feeling in his abdomen, that hint of pressure that made his body feel heavier and restless, settled into him. He glanced at the clock, still another 40 minutes before the call was over.
The minutes ticked by slowly but the pressure was building rapidly. All the weeks without having to hold during a meeting weakened the skill he was forced to learn in primary school when he had to ask to use the bathroom.
He probably could ask to leave, but his stupid pajama bottoms would be seen since it was mandatory to keep the cameras on. He bit his lip and forced himself to sit up straight. It would be okay. As long as he doesn’t move it’ll be fine.
At 10 minutes left, he was getting frantic. He was pretty sure his colleagues could see him fidgeting and shifting around, trying desperately to not piss himself. His hands were clutching his crotch and it took all of his energy to keep his face neutral.
Then he felt it. A small leak, barely a drop, but a leak nonetheless. He was out of time. He needed to do something.
Glancing around his desk he looked for something that would muffle the noise that peeing on his hardwood floors would make. He spotted a bath towel from when he was cleaning the other day and stuffed it between his legs.
It was like a dam bursting as he began to flood his pants, the cursed pajama bottoms soaking through, all muffled by the towel. He was breathing heavily and his face felt like he was on fire, but the mortification was the worst. He didn’t know if someone knew what just happened and he didn’t want to find out. He dropped the towel as he ran dry and shifted into a regular sitting position.
And with a glare full of daggers, he sipped on his water to clear his throat to give his concluding notes.
