you're allowed to pee at the top of every hour, which isn't that bad, really. in theory, it should give you plenty of opportunities to make it to the toilet without having to hold it
unfortunately, you just keep finding yourself fixating on whatever you're doing. you miss one pee break, spending the time playing a video game instead. oh well, it's not that bad, it's just one, you can try again in an hour. and then before you know it, an hour passes and you've yet again missed your chance. you're squirming now, an attempt to distract from the growing pressure, and it almost helps. you resolve to make sure you get to the toilet at the next opportunity
and then you wind up fighting a tough boss, one you were sure you had enough time to beat before you went to the toilet- but then by the time you're done, you check the time and its already quarter past. how did you misjudge the time that badly?
you find yourself unable to play your game after that, you can barely sit still enough to rest your hands on the keyboard, and your concentration just isn't with the game anymore, every ounce of energy in your body is directed at keeping your piss contained. so you find a tv show to watch, something to pass the time while you wait for your next chance- just one more episode, just one more, you need to see how they resolve this plotline. you shift in your seat, both from excitement and desperation- and of course, you miss your chance again. you hardly even notice at this point, rocking your hips in your chair as you try your best to prevent yourself from having an accident
eventually, even watching tv takes too much effort to focus on, but you can't bring yourself to turn your eyes from the screen. how long has it been now? how many chances to relieve yourself have you missed? it doesn't matter. a startling clarity strikes your thoughts as your focus wanes for just a moment, but that moment is all it takes for a trickle of piss to spurt into your pants. you manage to cut it off after a second, but then your muscles relax once more against your will, too tempted by the momentary release and worn out from your hours and hours of holding, and before you know it you're gushing piss into your pants, entirely helpless to stop yourself, all you can do is throw your head back and moan with relief. it feels too good to finally let go, you can't even bring yourself to care that you're soaking your clothes and the chair
