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Day One: Desperate in a Vehicle

“Victor,” Yuri grits, fanning his thighs in and out, “you need to stop the fucking car somewhere.”

Victor glances over at his young charge with an amused glint in his eyes, shaking his head. “We are stopped, Yura. In approximately ten miles of bumper-to-bumper traffic.”

Yuri groans, leaning forward to press his forehead against the glove box. “Seriously, I’m about to piss myself. Can’t you get over to the side so I can get the door open and get out?”

Victor glances on either side of him. To his left, there is the road barrier with nowhere to pull over. To his right, there is three lanes of cars, packed in like sardines. The car next to him is close enough that even if Yuri managed to open the door, even he couldn’t slip out between the cars with his small frame.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Victor admits.

Yuri groans even louder, bringing his head back up and looking out the windows for himself. His teeth are sinking further into his bottom lip, hands fisting the fabric of his pants as he wiggles on the seat. He looks at Victor with pleading eyes, looking more childish and innocent that Victor has seen him in some time.

“I need to go,” he exasperates, hands drifting up his thighs even further, dangerously close to his crotch.

“Okay, okay,” Victor murmurs, not unkindly. “Let me see if we’ve got any bottles in the backseat.”

Victor reaches around and digs in the backseat, but as usual, his car is clean. There is no bottle to be found, no other container for Yuri to relieve himself into. Victor shakes his head, looking at the younger Russian nervously. He has moved his hands even closer to his crotch, and his wriggling has become constant.

“No bottle,” he mutters, placing both hands back on the wheel.

“Fuck,” Yuri curses, finally giving in and squeezing himself with his right hand. The left remains clutching the fabric of his pants, knuckles turning white. “I have never had to piss this bad in my life.”

Victor smiles, winking at Yuri. “Granted, it hasn’t been the longest life as of la-”

“Now is not the time for your stupid jokes, old man. I’m about to soak your damn car seat.”

Victor’s eyes widen, scanning over Yuri’s now-hunched frame, one hand buried in his crotch and the other unclenched from his thigh, rubbing the fabric instead. “It doesn’t look like we’re going to be moving anytime soon, Yuri. If you’re going to wet yourself, you might as well ju-”

“Victor!” Yuri fumes, turning to the older man with flushed cheeks. “Will you shut up?”

Victor shrugs, turning his eyes back to the road. “I’m just trying to help.”

“Telling me to piss myself isn’t helping,” Yuri moans, bending forward even further. “Not that I haven’t already started to.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Victor breathes a sigh of relief as the cars in front of him begin to move, at a slow but steady pace. “Look,” he encourages Yuri, “we’re moving. I’ll pull off as soon as I see a rest area an-”

“I can’t wait that long,” Yuri grits, both hands now gripping the crotch of his pants. “Get to the side of the road and pull over.”

“Yuri, there’s a rest stop in ju-”

“Victor, I am pissing myself.”

Victor veers the car into the next lane as soon as he gets the opportunity, and then the lane after it. It takes him a few seconds to get into the furthest lane and onto the shoulder, but eventually, he does. Yuri groans the second the car is stopped, swinging the door open and running towards the nearby trees. Victor chuckles, watching through the open passenger door as Yuri angles himself away from the passing cars, relieving himself onto a tree.

When the blonde gets back into the car, he is flushed and panting, the door slamming shut behind him. He sinks into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest after pulling his seat belt back on. Victor doesn’t miss the golf-ball sized patch on his crotch where the material is a bit darker. “Please drive,” he mutters, cheeks growing redder under Victor’s gaze.

The older man simply smirks to himself, pulling back out onto the road.

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Day Two: Peeing Themselves at a Desk Yukio

This was bad.

Yukio glanced at the clock for the third time, seeing that the minute hand had only moved forward two measly ticks. He ground his fist down into his crotch a bit harder, thankful that his actions were hidden behind his desk. Yukio tried with all his might to continue reading from the textbook. He made a valiant attempt to continue his lesson on herbs, to keep his voice from shaking. But his hand remained planted firmly between his legs, squeezing his aching dick as he glanced up at the clock periodically.

Yukio began subconsciously calculating all he’d drank throughout the day- the orange juice with his breakfast, a water at lunch, a soda on his way to teach cram school. He could feel every ounce of liquid gathered in his bladder by now, stretched already to full capacity. There was just nowhere else for the liquid to go, and Yukio knew that he was reaching his limit. He just needed to get through the next ten minutes dry…

Yukio had already leaked once, the smallest of dribbles trailing from his cock and dampening his underwear. He had winced, grabbing himself to stop the flow. In his current predicament, however, even his hand gripping his member was not stopping the flow; he was leaking steadily every few minutes.

Yukio could feel the dampness spreading beneath his hand, and he was no longer able to read from the textbook. He hastily called on Shiemi to continue reading where he had left off, not even listening to her speak as he kept his eyes glued to the clock. His pants were slowly becoming wetter, but he kept trying to hold on. There’s only five more minutes…

Yukio’s bladder didn’t want to wait five more minutes. Despite clutching his dick so hard his knuckles went numb, a thick stream began after a spurt that just wouldn’t stop. Yukio groaned, biting his lip and desperately trying to stop the flow, unsuccessfully. The murmurs of the cram school class was static in his ears as he began to wet himself fully.

Piss soaked his pants, spreading onto his teacher’s chair before pooling at the edges and dripping off the sides. It splattered onto the tile floor noisily, a puddle growing beneath him, visible under his desk. Yukio felt tears welling in his eyes, half from relief and half from embarrassment. He was vaguely aware of Rin’s voice, and of the shuffling of people leaving the room at his command.

By the time Yukio’s overfilled bladder was emptied, he realized that his now-urine covered hand was still clutching his crotch. Yukio removed it in defeat, staring down at his soaked lap. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, and his older brother chastising, “You shouldn’t have held it so long, Yukio.”

Yukio nodded, eyes still fixated on his lap. “I thought I could wait until the end of class. It’s not professional to just get up and leave in the middle of-”

“Yukio,” Rin’s voice was calm, waiting for Yukio to look at him. When he did so, Rin squeezed his shoulder, eyes gentle and understanding. “I know. But you need to give yourself a break sometimes. You could hurt yourself, you know.”

Yukio nods, finally managing a small smile. “Sorry, Rin.”

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Day Three: Relieving Themselves in the Woods

“Yukio, can we please hurry up?”

They had been walking for what seemed like hours, through trail after trail in the thick woods near campus. Split into pairs, Rin had somehow ended up with Yukio, who was as usual, irritating him beyond belief.

“This would go a lot faster if you would just cooperate and help me look for any traces of activity,” Yukio replied calmly, sifting through leaves for a moment before reaching up and adjusting his glasses.

Rin groaned before kneeling down with his brother, hastily inspecting the leaves. After a few moments, Rin exclaimed, “Alright, nothing here! Let’s go back.”

When Yukio ignored him, moving on to the next pile of leaves, Rin could have screamed. He was tired, hungry, and absolutely bursting to piss- something he had neglected to do before leaving the dorms, even after Yukio had reminded him. So of course, he couldn’t tell Yukio that he needed to go, or risk a long lecture about “going before you leave”.

Yukio held a leaf up to his magnifying glass, earning another frustrated noise from the back of Rin’s throat. The older twin bent forward, bouncing on his knees as his bladder screamed inside of him. Rin fought the powerful urge to cross his legs as Yukio placed that leaf back down, picking up another to inspect, instead. After repeating the process a few times, Yukio finally looked up at his brother’s hunched form, eyes scanning over his fidgeting frame.

Rolling his eyes, Yukio nodded his head to the edge of the path. “Will you just relieve yourself already, Rin?”

Rin’s face grew red and he began an incoherent stammer, trying unsuccessfully to halt his obvious pee dance. “I’m not even-”

“Just go, Rin. I’m not going to lecture you about telling you to go before we left.”

Rin grumbled under his breath, but hurried to the edge of the path nonetheless. In front of an inviting bush, Rin unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, sighing with relief as he began to piss into the bushes. When he was finished, he found Yukio still inspecting a leaf, his face redder than it was before.

Sighing, Rin muttered, “Next time I’ll go before we leave.”

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Day Four: Desperate with a Friend or Lover

Yuri bit his lip, eyes frantically darting around the dimly lit city streets. Closed. Of course, everything was closed. It was after one in the morning, by now, and Yuri was beginning to regret convincing Otabek to stay out this late. In fact, he was regretting going out at all, or at the very least, not going to the bathroom before leaving the club.

They were almost at Otabek’s bike by now, and Yuri knew that he needed to tell Otabek about his problem. He had been glancing around as they walked, hoping to find a public restroom or at least an open establishment where he could slip inside and use the toilet. Unfortunately, he had seen nothing. And now, they were nearly at Otabek’s bike, and Yuri’s bladder felt like it was about to burst.

“B-Beka…”

Otabek turned to where Yuri had halted, legs pressed together tightly and trying his best not to bounce on his knees. Otabek gave Yuri a questioning look, responding with a quiet, “hmm?”

Feeling his face heat, Yuri fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I need the bathroom.”

Otabek’s face relaxed with understanding, and he put a warm hand on Yuri’s back to keep him walking. “There are some public restrooms a couple blocks up, unless you wanted to wait until we got home…”

Great. As if Yuri wasn’t already embarrassed to have gotten this bad off, now he felt like a child for not being able to wait until they got home. Uncharacteristically quiet, Yuri mumbles, “If we could go to the public toilets, that would be better.”

“Of course,” Otabek agrees without question. He puts a warm hand on Yuri’s back, urging him forward. “They should be up this way.”

Yuri tried to keep breathing as Otabek’s hand guided him down the street, all while also trying not to soak himself. His bladder was painfully full, and he really regretted letting it get this bad. He really hoped they were nearly the toilets, his bladder pulsing as he walked. One block further, and Yuri’s hand drifted into his pocket to subtly grab himself.

His actions clearly didn’t go unnoticed by Otabek, who cleared his throat and assured the younger man, “We’re nearly there.”

Yuri nodded, blushing as he felt a small dribble leak from his cock. Biting his lip too hard, he came to a stop and crossed his legs tightly, trying to cover up his heavy breathing with a grunt. When he managed to get the leak under control, he exhaled shakily, and apology falling from his lips. “I’m sorry, Beka.”

Otabek only shook his head, his hand rubbing Yuri’s back gently. “Don’t apologize; I didn’t know it was that bad.” After a few beats of silence, “are you okay to start walking again?”

Yuri nodded robotically, allowing Otabek to take the lead and direct him forward once more. He shamelessly let his hand drift to the front of his pants as he felt another leak, biting down on his lip so hard he tasted blood. “Sorry,” he muttered again when Otabek glanced down at him, seeing him holding himself like a child.

“It’s alright, stop apologizing. If it makes you feel any better, I need to go, too.”

It didn’t make Yuri feel any better, especially since he was gripping his crotch like a child as they moved forward, yet Otabek was holding his bladder like any normal adult. Yuri bit back a scowl as they rounded a corner, Otabek mumbling something about the toilets being right here.

Yuri’s mind went completely fuzzy as they stopped short after rounding the corner, standing in front of a tall staircase. Sure enough, there was a restroom sign with an arrow pointing up the staircase, and Yuri paled at the sight of it. He mumbled an obscenity under his breath, dancing from foot to foot with his hand still shoved in his crotch. “That’s a lot of stairs,” he whispered.

Otabek nodded wordlessly, helping Yuri to take the first step upwards. Yuri’s bladder jostled inside of him, another leak escaping and causing him to stop on the first step and shake his head. “Beka, I don’t think I can-”

“You’ll be okay,” Otabek assured him kindly. “Take it as slow as you need.”

Yuri nodded, attempting the second step. Another leak. He pushed forward, taking the third step and feeling his pants dampen beneath his hand. Biting his lip, Yuri glanced up at the many steps still remaining. He had to hold it, just a bit longer. He needed to make it to the toilets. They were so close.

By the time Yuri made it up two more steps, there was a sizable wet patch on his crotch. Tears welled in his eyes as he stopped short in the middle of the staircase, shaking his head. His bladder was voiding itself into his pants, and he couldn’t stop it. No matter how hard he gripped his cock, how tightly he crossed his legs and potty danced on the staircase, the urine kept coming out.

Yuri bit back a moan of relief, instead turning it into a sob of embarrassment as his urine began splattering onto the stairs, dripping down from the one he stood on. It pattered off the edge and down to the next stair, until that one was beyond capacity and it splattered down onto the next.

Yuri emptied himself for what seemed like forever, his bladder finally feeling some relief after almost a minute. He was amazed that he could be holding so much inside of him, but it finally ended. Time slowed as Yuri looked up at Otabek’s face, expecting to see anger or disgust. He was instead met with nothing but kind eyes, and a gently hand on his cheek, thumbing away his tears.

“Don’t cry; there’s nothing to be upset about,” Otabek assured him.

The tears came harder as Yuri mumbled, “There is! I just wet my pants, ten feet from the toilets!”

Otabek shrugged, glancing up at where the restrooms were now visible from their spot on the stairs. “So what?”

And with that, Yuri heard a light hissing. Glancing down, Yuri saw a wet patch spreading on the front of Otabek’s own jeans. His eyes widened as he watched Otabek’s face grow pink, his own face heating as piss began pattering down the staircase as his had.

Otabek must not have been as desperate as Yuri; he stopped pissing after thirty seconds or so. Still, when he is finished, he sighs with relief. “No big deal, see?”

Yuri let out a shaky laugh, nodding slowly. He was surprised to feel Otabek’s around around his shoulders, and the warm press of a kiss to his temple. “Thanks, Beka,” he mumured.

Otabek helped him down the stairs once more, rubbing Yuri’s arm. “It’s just pee,” he said with a shrug.

Yuri shrugged in response; after all, it’s just pee.

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Day Five: Wetting in a Sexy Outfit

“P-please, Ichiru, can’t I go to the bathroom first? I-I’ll be quick.”

Ichiru grins wickedly, shaking his head. “No, no. I think you should hold it for me.”

Zero dances from foot to foot, bending at the waist. “I don’t know if I can, Ichiru, please-”

Ichiru clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disgust. “You’d better hold it, Zero. I don’t want you ruining that sexy little number you’ve got on.”

Zero’s cheeks flush as he stares down at the humiliating ensemble that Ichiru forced him into. A corset, black lace with hints of lavender peeking through. The corset’s hem rests at Zero’s hipbones, leaving a hint of skin before leading down into a pair of black panties. The panties have belts attached, hanging down and clipping to a pair of thigh-high stockings.

“Ichiru,” Zero tries again, “please.”

Ichiru shakes his head, eyes scanning over Zero’s hunched frame. “If you have to go that bad, I guess you’ll just have to piss in those panties.”

Zero whimpers, hands gripping the fabric of his stockings. He can’t hold it much longer; he is filled to the brim. Is that what his brother wants? Zero crosses his legs tightly, unable to trap his cock between them due to the tight, restrictive fabric of the panties. He groans, feeling a dribble leak from his tip.

“Such a cute potty dance, Zero. You should see yourself right now,” Ichiru mocks him.

Zero whimpers, raising one knee and then the other to his chest, feeling another leak dribble into his panties. “Ichiru, please, I’m having an accident…”

“So then do it.”

Zero bites his lip, tears of embarrassment prickling behind his eyes. He doesn’t want to wet himself, he doesn’t want to have an accident. But it’s clear that Ichiru won’t be satisfied until he does. Zero dances from foot to foot as another leak escapes, the panties not absorbent enough to contain it. A trickle of urine trails down his thigh, getting caught in his stockings.

Ichiru chuckles lowly, shaking his head. “Zero, so bad, ruining your pretty outfit.”

“I...I have to go…” Zero whimpers, his bladder losing the fight completely.

Urine streams from his tip at an accelerated rate, soaking his crotch completely before pouring down his legs. His tights become soaked, a puddle forming beneath his feet on the ground. Zero sniffles quietly, tears leaking down his cheeks as he wets himself helplessly, while Ichiru laughs at him all the while.

By the time Zero is completely emptied, he sinks to the floor, into the puddle he has made. He cries into his hands, hiding his face in shame. Ichiru does not pity him, however. The younger twin laughs, footfalls passing Zero as he leaves the room. He pauses in the doorway, one phrase filling the room.

“Enjoy cleaning up.”

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Day Six: Realizing They Have to Go But Too Busy For a Break

The numerous cans of Ph.D Pepper had been a mistake.

Seven shifted in his desk chair, trying to type out the last of his coding. He was nearly finished, and he couldn’t step away from the sequence now that he’d started it. His fingers flicked over the keyboard skillfully, typing out line after line of characters. Seven’s teeth sank into his lip further and further as he worked, knee bouncing as his waistband tormented his aching bladder.

He knew he should have went before starting this code sequence. He had already felt the five cans of Ph.D Pepper gathering inside him before he’d started it, but he’d been too absorbed in his work to get up and use the toilet. He had settled on waiting, figuring that he would be finished with the codes soon enough, and able to get sweet relief.

It hadn’t been going as he’d planned- the coding was taking much longer than he had expected, and those last two cans of Pepper had hit him- hard. He couldn’t sit still, his hips in a constant motion and his knee bouncing perpetually. He tried fanning his legs, crossing them, leaning forward and trying to trap his cock between his body and the chair beneath him. Nothing was alleviating the pressure.

As a hot spurt escaped, Seven moaned, unable to take his hands from the keyboard. He squirmed frantically, ending up messing up the line of coding and needing to begin it again. He grumbled in frustration to himself, another dribble leaking from his cock and giving him a teasing taste of relief. Seven sunk his teeth deeper into his lip, drawing the taste of iron into his mouth.

As he messed up the next line of coding, as well, Seven felt the front of his pants becoming soaked with an especially long leak. His muscles barely managed to cut it off before becoming a weak stream, and Seven let out an audible whimper, though audible only to him. He typed faster, hoping to get through this without wetting his pants.

His cock twitched continuously, spurts of urine becoming more and more frequent as Seven typed. The Ph.D Pepper was making its way back out of Seven’s body without his permission, his pants becoming so wet that urine was pooling on the seat, under his ass. I’m actually peeing in my pants, Seven realized.

He still tried in vain to stop it- he bounced, squirmed, and wriggled. But the piss just kept coming, and eventually, his muscles grew too tired to stop it for even a second. Seven typed on as he soaked himself, waves of hot urine spreading over his crotch and down his legs as he typed out line and line of code.

The relief was immense, and quite welcome. By the time his stream was no more than a trickle, Seven was finished with his codes. He leaned back in his chair as the final rivulets streamed down his legs, breathing a sigh of relief. He sat like that for a moment, warmed by his urine and finally able to relax. When his pants began to cool, he shivered, realizing that he would have to do some cleaning, and quick.

What time does the housekeeper come by again?

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Day Seven: Unable to Locate a Toilet

“I’m sorry, Yuuri. I thought the toilets were this way.”

Yuuri stares bleakly at the empty hallway they stand in, having reached a dead end. He fights back a whimper, shifting from foot to foot as he bites his lip. “I, uh… Do you know where we are?”

The event center is huge.Of course, the bathrooms would be down some obscure hallway, one which Victor was given very vague directions to in half French. Of course, Yuuri would have waited until he was nearly potty dancing to ask Victor to find a restroom, and of course they had somehow ended up lost in the maze of narrow hallways.

Victor stands with his finger to his lip, glancing up and down the hallway. “Uh… No. I really don’t.” He scans over Yuuri’s wriggling frame, frowning. “I’m truly sorry. Here, let’s keep looking.”

Yuuri nods, swallowing hard as they begin to walk again. He presses his thighs together as tightly as possible, his posture hunched but stiff. He has a nervous bladder before competitions- when he needs to go, he needs to go. He can feel every ounce of liquid he’d drank that morning sloshing inside him with each step, and he finally has to give in to the urge stop and cross his legs, whimpering quietly.

Victor turns when he realizes that Yuuri is no longer next to him, gasping almost inaudibly. He is at Yuuri’s side immediately, placing a gentle hand on his back. “I know, I know. Just try to hold on. There must be restrooms around here somewhere…”

Once Yuuri is able to walk again, they shuffle down the hall at a slower pace. Victor scans every doorway and alcove, searching for a bathroom or at the very least, a sign pointing towards one. He sighs with frustration as they reach another dead end, running his fingers through his hair.

Yuuri is beyond desperate- as they hover in the dead end, he cannot keep still. He crosses one leg over the other, then switches them. He reaches down and grabs himself twice, cheeks flushing as Victor’s eyes widen. “I-I’m sorry, Victor. I really need to…”

Victor shakes his head, reaching for Yuuri’s back once more. “There is no need to apologize, Yuuri. I know how you get before competitions; it isn’t your fault.”

Yuuri winces as he feels a dribble of urine leak from his slit, trying to clamp down on his cock once more. His eyes water with the effort of holding back, his muscles growing weak and tired. “Victor, I-I really can’t h-hold it.”

Victor rubs his back tenderly, encouraging him, “Shh, no, it’s alright. Take all the time you need and then we can-”

Yuuri squeezes his eyes shut as another leak pushes past the death grip on his member, shaking his head. “I c-can’t…”

“Okay, hang on, let’s just-”

“Ah!”

As Victor tries to pull Yuuri back down the hallway, the younger man freezes completely. Legs jiggling and hand planted firmly between his legs, he loses the fight with his bladder. Yuuri whimpers as his relief comes involuntarily, soaking his joggers and spilling onto the floor. He gasps quietly, removing his hand from his cock in defeat as Victor stares, not moving his hand from Yuuri’s back. He still rubs the area softly, whispering incoherently in Yuuri’s ears.

Yuuri shivers as the final spurts leave him, joining the puddle beneath him on the floor. “Victor, I’m s-so sorry,” he whimpers.

Victor wraps his arms around Yuuri, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Yuuri, no, please don’t apologize. It isn’t your fault at all.”

“Victor, I w-wet myself in the hallway, I-I couldn’t even hold it until we found a-”

Victor silences him by pressing his face down into his shoulder, shushing him softly. “You needed to go; you couldn’t help it. Yuuri, I would never be angry with you for something like this.”

Yuuri nods into Victor’s chest, another apology dancing on his lips. He instead forces himself to whisper, “I feel gross.”

Victor pulls back from the embrace long enough to look Yuuri over, eyes settling on his soaked pants. “Here,” Victor takes off his coat and ties it around Yuuri’s waist. “Let’s see if we can’t find our way back to the changing rooms and get you into some clean clothes, hmm?”

Yuuri sighs gratefully, nodding. “Thank you, Victor.”

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Day Eight: Participating in a Holding Contest

“Feeling it yet?”

Oh, he was. Four mugs of water in, and Eren was ready to explode. Levi still held some composure, though Eren noticed him shifting around a lot more in his seat. Eren, however, had his legs crossed tight and his hand fisting the fabric of his pants. He needed a piss, bad.

“I’m so full,” Eren whined, squirming.

Levi chuckled, lifting his shirt to expose the bottom of his stomach.The skin was distended and swollen, his bladder pressing out over the waistband of his pants. “Same here.”

Eren marveled at how much Levi’s bladder had expanded, staring at it in awe. “You must be really desperate,” he whispered unintentionally.

Levi nodded, still taking another sip of water. “I told you, I’m going to win. I’m practised at this, you know.”

Eren groaned, biting down on his lower lip. “That isn’t fair, then- you have an advantage!”

Levi grinned, reaching down to adjust himself briefly. “Is that you giving up?”

Eren shook his head, trying to straighten up with determination, but causing himself to leak. “No, I-oh-shit!” He wriggled in place, fanning his legs in and out. “I’m going to burst,” he muttered.

Levi shook his head, finishing off his fifth mug of water. “You’ll have wet pants long before that happens,” he assured Eren.

Eren groaned again, admitting, “I think they’re already damp.”

Levi’s eyes widened at that, his eyes drifting down to Eren’s crotch. “Looks dry to me.”

Eren blushed, turning his face away. “I didn’t say to look!”

Levi laughed harder, knocking his shoulder against Eren’s. “Your face is getting red.”

“Because you were staring at my...lap!”

Levi laughed even harder before cutting himself off with a whimper and a moan, fanning his legs in and out. “Fuck,” he cursed.

Eren grinned, looking down at Levi’s crotch to see a quarter-sized dark patch. “Yours are damp,” he pointed out.

Levi nodded, not looking away from Eren’s gaze. “I think I overestimated my capacity.”

“I guess I have a chance, then,” Eren muttered.

Levi shook his head, exhaling. “You look pretty bad off.” He gestured at Eren’s shuddering, hunched frame. “You’ll be running off to the bushes soon enough.”

Eren groaned, shaking his head. “I won’t.” Eren’s body betrayed him, however, releasing another hot spurt. Eren grunted loudly, rocking back and forth wear her sat. “Oh, shit.”

Levi laughed again, shaking his head. “You should go before you wet your pants.”

“I don’t want to lose!”

Levi sighed, shrugging. “Just don’t hurt yourself. There’s no shame in calling it quits.”

Eren shook his head, his breathing becoming labored as he fought through another leak. “I won’t quit.”

Levi glanced down at the younger man’s pants, seeing a sizable wet patch on the crotch. “Eren, you’d better go; you’re peeing in your pants.”

Eren looked down, cheeks flushing. He finally nodded, standing up and attempting to waddle over to the nearby bushes. Once the short distance, he fumbled with his button, steadily leaking as he tried to undo it with shaking hands. “Fuck, fuck! I can’t-”

Levi approached him to see what the problem was just as the floodgates opened. Eren whimpered as he pissed himself, rivulets of piss streaming down his pants and collecting in the grass below him. He looked down, watching his pants glisten as he finally release the tides inside him.

“Oh, Eren.”

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to-”

Eren was interrupted by a hissing next to him, and he glanced at Levi to find piss streaming down his legs, as well. “It’s alright, Eren.” Levi sighed as Eren’s stream tapered off, his still going strong. “It feels kind of nice,” Levi admits with a chuckle.

Eren blushed in response, nodding. “I guess, yeah. It was a nice relief.”

Levi’s stream finally tapered off, the last spurts leaving him with a loud sigh. “Alright,” he muttered. “We need to get washed and changed before anyone sees us like this.”

Eren grinned, following Levi eagerly. “Yes, sir!”

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Day Nine: Being Tortured by the Sound of Running Water

“I can’t believe he sent us back here,” Yuri grumbles, pacing back and forth in front of the waterfall.

Yuuri chuckles, leaning back against the tree he is sitting under and yawning. “At least we aren’t in the waterfall this time. What’s got you so riled up, anyway? We just have to hang out here for a couple of hours.”

Yuri clicks his tongue, halting in his pacing to glare at Yuuri from above. “For your information, I have to piss like a fucking racehorse, and this damn waterfall isn’t helping.”

Yuuri gapes at him, confusion painting his face. “Yurio, we’re in the middle of the woods, alone. Just go.”

Yuri huffs, kicking the ground as he averts his eyes from Yuuri. “I don’t… I hate pissing outside. I’ll wait until we go back.”

Yuuri shrugs, figuring that by how long Yuri had already been pacing, it wouldn’t be long until he was desperate enough to just relieve himself into the bushes. He lets his eyes drift shut, the sound of the waterfall methodical in his ears whilst being simultaneously tortuous to Yuri’s. Yuuri doesn’t intend to nod off, but eventually, he does.

When Yuuri awakes with a yawn, he blinks his eyes rapidly, glancing around him. He finds Yuri with his back against a tree, bent forward with both hands jammed between his legs. He glares at the waterfall with disdain, muttering under his breath in Russian.

“Yurio?”

“Stop calling me that,” Yuri has mind to grumble.

Yuuri rolls his eyes, watching as the boy crosses his legs around his hands. “Yuri, just go. There’s no one here but us; it’s okay.”

Yuri grunts, catching his lip between his teeth. “I’m f-fine! I could hold it just fine, if it wasn’t for this stupid fucking water!”

Yuuri sighs, shaking his head. “Yuri, you’re going to have an accident. Come on, I need to go, too. We can go together.” It’s not a lie; the sound of the rushing water was certainly making Yuuri realize that he needed to go, his bladder having filled in his sleep.

Yuri groans, bouncing on his knees. He stares at the torturous waterfall for a moment before finally agreeing, “okay, but don’t you dare look at my dick.”

Yuuri laughs with a roll of his eyes, beckoning Yuri over to an inviting-looking bush. They unbuckle their jeans, Yuuri with ease and Yuri with a bit of a struggle, before pulling out their cocks. Yuuri notices that Yuri has a bit of trouble getting his stream started- he must not have been lying about hating to piss in nature. Still, once he gets started and his stream joins Yuuri’s, he groans with relief.

The two of them water the bushes, piss pattering onto the shrubbery and hissing onto the ground below. When they are finished, they conceal themselves once more and button their jeans before heading back to the clearing next to the waterfall. As they sit back down under the trees, Yuri mutters,

“We never speak of this again.”

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Day Ten: Tied Up and Desperate

“Mmm… You look so beautiful tied up like this, Vitya.”

Victor keens at the light touch of Yuuri’s hand in his hair, stroking through his bangs rhythmically. Victor tries to concentrate on the soothing touch rather than the growing heaviness in his lower belly, failing miserably. He shifts his hips as Yuuri pets him gently, whimpering quietly.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Yuuri’s voice comes from above, kind and soft.

Victor tilts his head to stare up at him, lower lip jutting out. “I need to use the toilet,” he whispers.

Yuuri hums, moving his hand down from Victor’s hair to instead cup his cheek. “You can hold it for me, love, can’t you?”

Victor takes in a breath of sharp air, shifting his hips once more in evaluation. Perhaps if he could give himself a much needed squeeze with his hands- the hands which are tied behind his back. His legs are still freed, enough that he can rub his thighs together and try to press his needing cock between them. Unfortunately, Victor doesn’t think that will be enough to keep back the flood inside him for much longer.

Victor nods his head slowly, meeting Yuuri’s kind and expectant eyes with worry. “I-I’ll try to, Yuuri.”

“Thank you, Vitya,” Yuuri murmurs, kneeling down to Victor’s level. He presses soft kisses on Victor’s cheek, his hand still cupping the other one. “You’re so good for me, holding in so much for me.”

It’s true- Yuuri had filled him thoroughly before binding him up. Three bottles of water and a cup of tea, most of which had settled in Victor’s bladder by now, aching to be released. Victor knows that once the rest filters through him, he won’t be able to stay dry. But that is what Yuuri wants, and that is what Victor will do for him.

“Yuuri,” he whispers as he fans his thighs in and out to ease the pressure, “I need the toilet so badly.”

“I know, baby. You’re doing so well for me.” A gentle hand moves to Victor’s belly, just barely brushing the taut skin of his swollen bladder. Victor moans, an immediate wave of pressure casting over him. He jerks his hips away desperately, trying to keep his underwear from becoming damp. Yuuri sighs softly, running his fingers through Victor’s hair once more. “You’re so full, sweetheart. You poor thing.”

Victor nods in agreement, trying in vain to trap his cock between his legs as another wave assaults him, urine threatening to slip from his slit and soak him. “I-I’m very full, Yuuri.”

Yuuri snakes his hand back down to Victor’s lower belly, just barely touching the swollen skin. “Are you going to have an accident, my Vitya?”

Victor holds his breath as Yuuri’s fingers trace patterns on his bladder, desperately trying to keep every drop inside him. Unfortunately, the second he is forced to exhale, a dribble of piss escapes his aching cock, making a damp spot appear on his boxers for Yuuri to see. “Yes, Yuuri,” he breathes.

“Leaking already, my naughty boy?”

Victor responds with no more than a grunt, pressing his thighs together tightly as another strong urge fights with his willpower. He ends up leaking again, the damp spot growing significantly. Victor looks down, breathing heavy. The split-second of relief isn’t enough; his aching muscles want more.

“I’m so full, Yuuri,” Victor raspes, struggling not to leak again.

Yuuri leans in to nuzzle his nose into Victor’s hair, his breathing tickling the older man’s scalp. “I know, sweetie. Try to hold on a bit longer for me?”

The contrast of Yuuri’s cool exhales with the heat of his words makes Victor shiver involuntarily, a short, hot spurt soaking the front of his underwear. “I’m trying,” he whispers.

“You’re doing so well, my love.”

Victor tries to cling to the encouragement as Yuuri pulls back, eyes resting on the wet patch on the front of Victor’s boxers. Victor cannot be still or risk leaking, yet every movement he makes jostles his bladder, intensifying his desperation. He wants badly to hold himself, but cannot with his hands behind his back. He whimpers as his boxer briefs glisten with another leak, this one even harder to cut off. His muscles are failing him, no longer wanting to hold back the ocean inside him.

Yuuri leans in one more time to press a soft kiss to Victor’s nose, finally giving him the permission he needs- “Let go, my Vitya.”

Victor deflates, immediately letting his instincts take over and his muscles relax. The heat consumes him, relief taking over as he throw his head back and shut his eyes. He can feel the wet warmth pooling on his lap, spilling over his thighs and puddling beneath him. He empties and empties, his loud, thick stream seeming endless. Yuuri’s quiet moans can be heard as Victor reaches nirvana, finally empty. He relaxes, being caught in Yuuri’s strong arms as he dips forward.

“My Vitya,” Yuuri’s voice is hot and breathless, “you did so well for me.”

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Day Eleven: Locked Out of the Bathroom

“V-Victor? How much longer will you be?”

Yuuri can hear Victor’s humming from outside the bathroom door, where he is doing a full on potty dance in the hallway. Victor has been in the bathroom forever and Yuuri hasn’t been to the bathroom all morning. Yuuri is unsure why it takes his fiance over an hour to get ready in the morning, but, here they were.

“I’m almost done, love. Do you need something?” Victor’s cheery voice calls out.

Yuuri huffs quietly, determined not to let Victor know how desperate he is. He is an adult, not a child. Surely he can wait for the toilet. “I kind of need the toilet,” he musters up, legs jiggling at the admission alone.

“Oh, I’ll try to hurry, then!”

Yuuri bites his lip, hopping from foot to foot. He can’t remember the last time he needed the toilet this urgently. Was it at a competition? A long car ride, perhaps? As far back as childhood? If so, it probably ended in an accident. He could recall many a time as a child, waiting too long to state his need and ending up with hot piss soaking through his pants and-

No. Now is not the time to be thinking of that. Yuuri grabs himself through his jeans, crossing one leg over the other. The sheer knowledge that relief is just on the other side of that door makes his bladder pulse, his cock throb with the urge to release all the contents of his bladder right into his pants.

Yuuri groans quietly as he switches the way his legs are crossed, swaying his hips in the process. He keeps his hand clutching his crotch, his dick in a constant state of trying to expel some of his pent-up piss. Yuuri can’t help a whimper escaping his lips as he kneads his cock. He really hopes Victor hurries up.

Yuuri’s potty dance becomes more frantic as he hears the blow dryer shut off, a spurt of urine warming his hand. He whimpers, reaching out with his free hand to knock on the door. “Vitya?”

“I’m finishing up, Yuuri, I promise.”

Yuuri doesn’t want to annoy Victor any further, but he is dangerously close to his limit. He leaks again, twisting his legs together in the most unnatural way as he clamps down on his member. “Please, Victor,” he whispers to himself, “I’m going to soak myself…”

Yuuri is nearly hyperventilating within the next two minutes, the front of his pants becoming wetter under his grasp. He gasps as a weak stream flows onto his thigh, his muscles barely strong enough to stop it. Frantically, Yuuri knocks on the door once more, his voice wavering.

“Victor, a-are you almost done? C-Could you let me in for a second?”

Yuuri can feel the wet patch beneath his hand spreading even further as the door clicks open. Yuuri looks up to see a very concerned Victor, his eyes then drifting to the toilet over in the corner. “Please, I really need to-”

The floodgates open, the sight of the toilet too much for Yuuri’s bladder to take. Tears stream down his cheeks as he wets himself helplessly in the hallway, just a few feet away from the toilet. He moves his hand from his crotch, shaking, as piss begins splattering onto the floor below him.

“Oh, Yuuri…”

A gentle hand ruffles his hair, a second one landing on his shoulder and giving a kind squeeze.

“I’m so-”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Victor murmurs, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Yuuri’s head. “I didn’t know you needed to go so badly, Yuuri, I’m sorry.”

Yuuri shakes his head, more tears trailing down his cheeks. “I can’t stop, I’m really so-”

“Let it out, love,” Victor whispers, “it’s alright. It was my fault.”

He strokes Yuuri’s hair through his accident, whispering soft praises coupled with apologizes, and some phrases in Russian that Yuuri doesn’t even understand. When Yuuri is finally empty, his tears have managed to stop, as well. He sniffles, looking up at Victor sadly.

“I didn’t want to keep bothering you when you were doing your hair,” he admits.

Victor thumbs away his tears, pressing a kiss to Yuuri’s forehead. “Yuuri, if it’s ever that urgent, you can say so. My hair can wait a few moments, love. I’m sorry that I didn’t realize.” He rakes over Yuuri, eyes fond, before pressing another kiss to his head. “I should have know you wouldn’t have asked twice unless it was an emergency.”

Yuuri nods in agreement, letting out a shaky sigh.

“Yuuri,” Victor ushers Yuuri into the bathroom, standing him near the tub. “You have a bath and I’ll take care of this, okay?”

Yuuri turns beet red, shaking his head frantically. “Victor, no, let me-”

“Yuuri,” Victor chides, “I should have let you in sooner. Please let me?”

Finally, Yuuri has to agree. As he begins to strip off his clothes, he decides that it’s better to embarrass himself with his desperation than to embarrass himself by making a puddle on the floor.

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Day Twelve: Wetting a Diaper

“Nii-chan, did you get them?”

Umuaru-chan’s brother sighed, tossing the plastic bag at her from across the room. “Here. But I want you to know that I do not condone your gaming obsession going this far.”

Grinning, Umaru-chan rushed off to the bathroom with the bag. She ripped open the package inside, revealing numerous heart-print diapers inside. “Perfect,” she whispered to herself as she pulled one on. Now she wouldn't have to interrupt her gaming to go to the toilet.

Umaru-chan had the perfect opportunity to test her new diapers not long after getting them- when she sat back down at her game system, she opened up her second bottle of cola for the night. She drank it quickly while playing and eating her chips, and eventually, she felt her bladder filling. She waited until she needed to go badly enough that she was wiggling in place, and then...she let go.

The warmth spread all over, filling the diaper thoroughly. Umaru-chan sighed with relief, her hands still moving the joysticks as she wet her diaper. When her bladder was fully emptied, the diaper felt warmer, and much bigger, around her. She smiled to herself, shifting to feel the diaper squish beneath her. These diapers were a great idea.

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Day Thirteen: Trying to Hide a Wet Patch on Clothing

“Yurio? What’s wrong?”

Yuri jumps out of his skin, cheeks heating as he finds Yuuri ambling down the hallways, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He turns his body away in an attempt to hide his problem, barking, “nothing! Go away, pig!”

Yuuri doesn’t leave that easily, a gentle hand landing on Yuri’s shoulder and twisting his body back around. Yuri immediately grabs at the hem of his sleep shirt, bringing it down enough to hopefully cover the damp spot on the front of his pajama pants. He tries to jerk away from Yuuri’s touch, only succeeding in backing himself up against the wall, on full display for the Japanese man.

“Oh, Yurio…” Yuuri’s eyes widen as they rest on his crotch, and Yuri tries in vain to pull his shirt down even farther.

“Go away, pig! I’m fine!”

“Yuri,” Yuuri’s voice is soft and calm as he reaches out once more, a hand landing on Yuri’s back and guiding him down the hallway. Yuri keeps his hands at the hem of his shirt, stretched over his crotch, as they walk. “It’s alright, it was just an accident.”

“Shut up…” Yuri grumbles, but he still lets Yuuri help him clean up, nonetheless.

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Day Fourteen: Standing in Line for the Toilet

Could this line move any slower?

Victor bounced on his knees impatiently, earning him a concerned glance from Chris, standing next to him. “You need to go badly?” he drawled, glancing at their place in line. “There’s still a bit of a wait.”

Victor nodded, biting his lip. He leaned back against the wall, exhaling deeply. “I need to piss so bad,” he muttered.

Chris clicked his tongue, looking ahead of them once more. “You’ll be okay?”

Victor nodded once more, shuffling from foot to foot. “I’m going to have to be; I don’t really have a choice.”

“Sure you do,” Chris joked, smirking down at Victor’s pants. “When you gotta go, you gotta g-”

“Not funny,” Victor groaned, bending at the waist as the line moved forward the slightest bit.

“If it was this bad, why didn’t you just say something?”

Victor mulled that over for a moment- he and Chris had been at the club for ages, it seemed, and his bladder had been full since they got there. He had felt awkward slipping away without Chris in an unfamiliar environment, so he had settled on waiting until Chris had said he needed the toilet, and gladly admitted that he needed to go, too. Sighing, Victor threw up his hands in an exasperated fashion.

“I didn’t know where the toilets were, and I didn’t want to bother you to take me to them, so I just waited until you mentioned it.”

Chris rolled his eyes as Victor whimpered, crossing his legs tight. “You should have spoken up, you look ready to burst.”

“I am ready to burst,” Victor moaned, shuffling forward as the line moved once more.

By the time they were a few feet from the bathroom door, Victor had resorted to holding himself, his face red with humiliation. Chris had laid a gentle hand on his shoulder ages ago, rubbing it softly and murmuring occasional encouragements that they were almost there. Victor kneaded his cock desperately, crossing and uncrossing his legs in succession until finally they made it inside the bathroom.

The sound of men pissing at the urinals nearly pushed Victor over the edge, and he gladly accepted Chris acting as a human shield to avert the other men from seeing just how bad off he was. Victor hobbled behind Chris, feeling himself leak into his underwear with a quiet moan. “Chris, some came out, I… I can’t h-”

“Here, come on.” Chris shamelessly grabbed Victor by the arm as a urinal opened up, thrusting him in front of it and unlatching Victor’s belt for him. The Russian blushed, but didn’t complain as he danced in place, Chris undoing his button just as quickly, but still not quickly enough.

His cock was already spurting as he pulled it out and aimed, letting out a blissful moan as he finally got relief. Chris watched as he did so, causing Victor to blush slightly. His embarrassment was short lived, however, as relief washed over him like a wave. He peed and peed, taking forever to empty. By the time he was finished and buttoning himself, Chris was hurrying him out of the way so he could piss, as well.

“Fuck, Vitya. You were so full,” he muttered as he relieved himself. “I wanted to piss my pants watching you, that was torturous.”

As they walked out of the bathroom and back into the club, Chris bought him another drink at the bar. He chuckled as he handed it to the Russian, mocking,

“From now on, we take hourly toilet breaks.”

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Day Fifteen: Wearing Formal Clothes

“Victor, please tell me we’re almost there.”

Victor sighed, shaking his head. “Yuuri, you’ve been saying this for the past block and half. We still have another two blocks, love.” He glanced at Yuuri’s hunched frame with concern, his fiance's hand buried in his pocket in a very obvious fashion. “You can hold it, I have faith in you.”

Yuuri groaned, shaking his head as his hand moved not-so-subtly in his suit pocket. “Victor, I haven’t been in hours and I drank so much. Is anywhere open? Can we stop somewhere with a public toilet?”

Victor placed his arm around Yuuri, speeding him up. “Love, it’s two in the morning. Everything is closed. We’re just two blocks away and we would get there much sooner if-”

“Oh god, no, no, no.” Yuuri came to a halt and ripped his hand from his pocket, shamelessly grabbing the front of his dress pants and crossing his legs. “Some came out, Victor, oh god, I’m going to-”

“Yuuri, calm down.” Victor tried to steady the younger man with his hands, thoroughly regretting encouraging him to celebrate with so much champagne. Clearly it was having an effect on more than just his bladder. “We’re almost there, love. Just a bit farther.”

Yuuri moaned, his hand now firmly planted in front of his pants as they began walking again. He barely made it a few steps before releasing another groan, his free hand joining the one gripping his cock as he bounced on his knees. “Victor, I can’t-” He gasped, and Victor watched in horror as a jet of urine spurted down Yuuri’s pant leg, reaching nearly to the knee before it stopped.

“Shit,” he whispered aloud. “Okay, okay.” Victor glanced around, biting his lip as he realized that the street lights were illuminating them, preventing him from encouraging Yuuri to just whip it out and relieve himself on the side of a building. “Uhm, maybe-”

“Fuck.”

This time, the spurt didn’t stop. Urine hissed loudly, emerging from behind Yuuri’s hand and travelling down his suit pants in a hurry. Yuuri moaned, dropping his hands from his crotch as his pants became soaked, piss splattering loudly onto the concrete below. Gasping, Yuuri’s body shook as he relieved himself, eyes shut and mouth gaping.

Victor sighed with relief; Yuuri was too drunk to be upset about wetting himself, at least. He watched in silence as Yuuri emptied onto the sidewalk, eyes finally fluttered open again when he was finished. “Thank goodness this wasn’t an expensive suit,” he muttered, stepping from the puddle he had made.

Victor smiles, pressing a kiss to Yuuri’s temple. “Thank goodness, indeed.”

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Day Sixteen: Peeing in Opposite Gender’s Bathroom

“I don’t know why he couldn’t just go to the damn store himself,” Yuri grumbles, marching in place as he searches for the items on the shopping list.

Yuuri rolls his eyes, scanning over the list for himself. “He wants us to bond, maybe,” he jokes.

“Whatever,” Yuri moans, bending at the waist. “Are there toilets here? I need a piss.”

Yuuri chuckles, nodding towards the water closet sign. “I can see that, you’ve been potty dancing since we got here.”

“Shut up,” Yuri grumbles as they hurry towards the toilets.

Yuuri’s eyes widen as they approach the men’s room, a paper sign over the front reading “out of order”. He watches as Yuri groans, kicking the door and shoving his hand into his pocket in a very conspicuous fashion. “Yuri, ah.” Yuuri glances around, his eyes settling on the ladies’ room. “Why don’t you just slip into the women’s room? The store is empty, I’m sure that nobody-”

“I can’t piss in there!” Yuri protests, shifting from foot to foot. “What if somebody comes in?”

Yuuri gives Yuri a gentle push on his upper back, guiding him towards the door. “I’ll stand guard. Go, Yuri, before you wet your pants.”

Whether Yuuri’s stern tone or his own desperation, Yuri huffs and dashes into the ladies’ room. As promised, Yuuri waits outside the door until he emerges, face flushed and expression relieved. “Better?” He asks, not unkindly

“Shut up,” Yuri mumbles, snatching the list back from Yuuri. “Let’s just finish the shopping so we can go home.”

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Day Seventeen: Wetting a Uniform

Subaru shifted in the limo seat, willing their mansion to come into view sooner. He was trying his best to hide his current predicament from his brothers, however that was becoming increasingly difficult as time went on. He hadn’t been to the toilet all day, unable to slip away to the bathroom during school. He grunted softly as he felt his bladder pulsate, pressing his legs together even tighter. He had to make it, he wouldn’t stand for wetting himself like a child in front of his older brothers.

Thankfully, the mansion came into view, and Subaru readied himself to get out of the limo. The second the vehicle stopped, Subaru flung open the door and rushed to the door, slipping his hand into his uniform pocket to hold himself. He openly grabbed himself once the front door shut behind him, immediately hurrying down the hallway to the nearest toilet. It is then, however, that Ayato ran through the front door, purposefully knocking into Subaru as he sprinted down the hallway.

“Damn, I need to take a piss!” He exclaimed, flashing Subaru a grin. “Try to hold it till I get out, okay, little brother?”

Subaru’s face paled as the bathroom door shut in front of him, the sound of Ayato’s piss thundering into the toilet pushing Subaru over the edge. Unable to keep the flood inside of him, Subaru whimpered quietly as he soaked himself, urine wetting his hand where it still clutched the front of his school pants. A puddle formed beneath him on the floor, stretching out in every direction as hours worth of piss splattered down into it.

Subaru sighed with relief when he was finally empty, the bathroom door cracking open and Ayato peeking out. He grinned devilishly, bursting into a fit of laughter. “Pathetic,” he mocked, stepping over the puddle Subaru had made. “So pathetic.”

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Day Eighteen: Peeing in a Container

It was a long walk down the hall to get outside. Shion shifted on his makeshift bed, pressing his thighs together tightly as he thought about walking outside alone to relieve himself. The thought alone almost made him shudder, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep without doing so. Shion glanced over at Nezumi’s sleeping frame, biting his lip as he called out,

“Nezumi, wake up.”

Nothing.

Shion stood, immediately having to marching in place and wiggle his hips, potty dancing as he leaned over to shake Nezumi’s arm. “Nezumi…”

“Hmm?” The black-haired man finally awoke, rubbing his eyes and blinking up at Shion. “What’s wrong?”

Shion continued his telltale shuffle, cheeks flushing the slightest bit. “I need to relieve myself, but, uh… It’s really dark out and… I don’t want to go alone.”

Nezumi chuckled at Shion’s movements, rolling his eyes as he grabbed a large mug from underneath his bed. “Yeah, that’s why I have this. You don’t have to walk outside, just use this and empty it in the morning.”

Shion flushed, crossing his legs tightly. “Nezumi…” He muttered, embarrassed. “That’s so… Won’t you just… Can’t we go outside?”

Nezumi chuckled, shaking his head before placing the mug down on the floor rolling over once more. “I won’t look, just use the mug.”

Shion weighed his options, hand reaching down to give himself a squeeze. Groaning, he grabbed the mug and sat back down, pulling his cock out and aiming at the mug. Nothing.

“N-Nezumi… Could you… Cover your ears?” he whispered.

“Alright,” Nezumi agreed, shuffling in bed and plugging up his ears.

The second Shion saw that Nezumi couldn’t hear, his bladder finally released. He pissed loudly into the mug, blushing as he moaned softly with relief. When he was finally finished, the mug was nearly full. He tucked it away under his own bed with a sigh, concealing himself once more. As Shion laid back in bed, he heard Nezumi chuckle quietly.

“I could still hear, even with my ears plugged.”

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Day Nineteen: Peeing in the Snow

“H-Hey, Vitya?”

Victor squeezed his fiance’s mittened hand, cocking his head to the side. “Hmm?”

Yuuri’s cheeks were already red from the cold, but they grew redder as he moved closer to Victor. “Uhm, are there any toilets here?”

Victor chuckled, glancing around them. They were on a trail in a local park in St. Petersburg, one that he used to frequent when he lived here. He looked around at the snow-covered trees, bushes and ground, using his free hand to gesture around them. “Yuuri, we’re in the middle of the woods. Nature is your toilet.”

Yuuri groaned, throwing his head back in mock annoyance. “What if someone happens along?”

Victor sighed, carefully leading Yuuri off the trail before he could protest. “It’s snowy and cold, no one will come by. Come on, now.”

Yuuri groaned, slipping off his mitten and unbuttoning his pants. He hesitantly pulled his cock out, shivering as he aimed it at the ground. “So cold…” he hissed.

“Quicker you pee, quicker you can put it back into your nice, warm pants,” Victor pointed out.

Yuuri huffed, his stream finally beginning. A yellow spot appeared in the white snow, Yuuri’s face turning even redder. “I really hope nobody comes by…” he muttered.

“You know, you could get creative,” Victor distracted him, “Draw a picture or write something in the snow.”

“I hate you,” Yuuri huffed, his stream ending. He quickly concealed himself once more, shivering. “I think it got frostbite,” he complained, putting his glove back on as they made their way back to the path.

“I sure hope not,” Victor muttered, “How can I have it inside of me if it falls off before we-”

“Victor!”

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Day Twenty: Using a Pillow or Towel to Help Hold It

Yuri shoved the pillow pet between his legs, grinding against it shamefully. He whimpered, reaching out and rattling the safety bars at the edge of his bed. “Yuuri…” he called out once more. “Yuuri, I have to go potty!”

Just liked the other times he had called out, there was no response. Yuri felt tears welling in his eyes from the effort of holding his bladder, and he shoved the pillow pet even harder against his crotch. He had promised his caregiver that he wouldn’t have an accident if he was allowed to sleep without his diaper. Now, however, it was seeming that he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise…

Yuri cried out as he felt a leak escape, dampening his briefs and causing him to rut against the poor unicorn pillow with greater gusto. “I have to hold it, I have to hold it,” he whispered to himself, a breathy mantra.

As soon as a second leak was spurting from Yuri’s cock, his bedroom door opened and Yuuri poked his head inside. “Yuri, you’re awake, ba-”

“Yuuri!” Yuri broke down crying as his caregiver entered the room, desperately grinding against his pillow pet as another leak soaked his briefs. “I gotta go, I’m having an accident!”

“Oh, sweetie…” Yuuri rushed over, grabbing Yuri under the arms as he dropped the pillow pet and lifting him over the safety barrier. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered, setting Yuri down on a training potty with his underwear still on. “It’s alright, let go. You can go now.”

Yuri sniffled as his briefs became soaked, piss flowing into the plastic toilet below him. “I told you I wouldn’t have an accident, b-but I kept yelling for you and y-you didn’t hear me.”

Yuuri ruffled Yuri’s hair, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “No, that’s okay. You still made it to the potty, you held on so well. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you calling for me, baby.”

“I was scared you weren’t going to come back,” Yuri pouted pitifully.

Yuuri smiled softly, pressing another kiss to Yuri’s cheek. “I’ll always come back, baby. Don’t you worry. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

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Day Twenty-One: Wetting a Swimsuit

Haru pulls himself out of the pool, scrambling for his towel and drying himself off quickly. Makoto waves him over to the showers, but Haru shakes his head, doing a telltale shift from foot to foot. Rolling his eyes, Makoto grabs his own towel and motions for Haru to follow him.

The second they are out of earshot of the rest of the swim team, Makoto chastises, “Haru-chan, I’ve told you a million times not to hold it until you’re potty dancing.”

Haru shrugs, reaching down to grab himself as they power-walk to the outside restrooms. “I didn’t want to get out of the pool.”

Makoto rolls his eyes once more, shaking his head. “You’ll get an infection.”

“I won’t,” Haru contradicts as the restrooms come into sight.

Makoto reaches for the handle, ready to swing the door open for his friend. The issue, however, is that the door doesn’t budge. “Huh?” Makoto tries again, but the door doesn’t move at all. After a few moments of jiggling the handle, Makoto shakes his head. “It’s locked,” he retorts.

Haru’s eyes grow wide, his face suddenly more expressive that Makoto has seen it in some time. “Are you...sure?”

Makoto sighs, motioning for Haru to try the door himself. “I’m sure, Haru-chan.”

Haru reaches out either way, legs crossed as he frantically pulls at the handle. “It’s locked,” he repeats, dropping his hand from the door handle, instead gripping the front of his swimsuit.

Makoto sighs, but still gives Haru a sympathetic glance. “Can you make it home?”

Haru bites his lip, averting his eyes. “I’ve had to go since the beginning of practice, badly.”

Makoto frowns; practice began three hours ago. Haru must be bursting if he’s had to go for that long. “Haru-chan, your bathing suit is already wet, you know,” he points out.

Haru looks at him with wide eyes once more, shifting in place. “Yeah, but… not with urine.”

Makoto shrugs. “Use the showers before we leave and wash the suit when you get home. No one will know the difference.”

Haru’s cheeks gain a pink tint, and he averts his eyes from Makoto. “D-Don’t look,” he requests.

Makoto obediently looks away, but he can’t help what he can hear. As Haru voids his bladder into his trunks, the sound of his piss splattering onto the grass can be heard clear as day. Makoto feels his cheeks heating as the splashing continues, not tapering off for at least a full minute. Haru hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he needed to go badly.

When Haru is finally finished, he mumbles, “You can look now.”

Makoto looks up, locking eyes with his friend. “Let’s get to the showers then?” Haru nods, immediately starting towards the outdoor showers. As Makoto follows, he can’t help but add, “maybe next time you’ll take my advice and go when you need to!”

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Day Twenty-Two: Your Choice

Kaneki shifted in his seat, sipping his coffee as slowly as possible. Hide sat across from him, smiling at him kindly, sweet as always.

“Is it good, ‘Neki?”

Kaneki smiled and nodded, trying to still the movement of his hips as he forced himself to take another sip of his drink. More coffee was not what Kaneki needed right now- in fact, it was quite the opposite. “It's good. Thank you… for taking me here.”

Hide grinned, taking a sip of his own coffee. “Of course, ‘Neki. You don't have to thank me; I love spending time with you.”

By the time Kaneki had finished his coffee, he couldn’t stay still. He bit his lip anxiously, hoping that Hide wouldn’t notice the obvious shift of his hips and the way his hands had found their way to his lap, balling and twisting into themselves. Hide, knowing Kaneki as well as he did, noticed and addressed Kaneki with a soft sigh.

“Hey, ‘Neki?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you need to use the bathroom?”

Kaneki’s face heated as he nodded, stammering incoherently under Hide’s unfaltering gaze.

“S’okay, you can go, you know. You don’t need to wait so long, silly.”

Kaneki sighed with relief, mumbling, “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to… You took me here, and…” Kaneki huffed with frustration, standing and marching from foot to foot. “I’m going to…” He motioned towards the toilets, crossing his legs briefly before hurrying towards them.

Kaneki squeezed his clothed cock in the deserted corridor, rushing towards the restroom. He paled when he halted in front of the door, a paper sign on the front reading “out of order”. Kaneki whimpered, squeezing his cock harder as his bladder spasmed, tempted by how close he was to relief. After composing himself the best he could, Kaneki returned to the dining area, where Hide was waiting.

“That was qui-”

Hide looked over Kaneki’s hunched frame, watching as his hips wiggled and his knees shook. His hands fisted the bottom of his sweater, lip caught between his bottom teeth. “It was, uhm… The restroom is closed.”

Hide immediately stood, putting his arm around Kaneki. “Okay, don’t worry. We’ll get you to a bathroom, alright?”

Kaneki sighed with relief, allowing Hide to lead him from the cafe and onto the street. It wasn’t crowded, but it seemed that there wouldn’t be many public restrooms given the area. Hide led Kaneki along at his own pace, not saying anything when he reached down to squeeze himself or when he let out a soft whimper. They walked for what felt like forever, until Kaneki came to a stop, his hand grabbing his crotch desperately. “H-Hide, I really can’t wai-”

“Shh, ‘Neki, we’re almost there. It’s just around the corner, you can make it.”

Kaneki shook his head, his hand growing wet as his cock expelled his urine without his permission. “I-I’m having an accid-dent…”

Hide tried to pull Kaneki along with no avail, the pair only making it another few steps before they were halted once more by the sound of liquid splattering to the ground. Hide rubbed Kaneki’s back soothingly as he wet himself, sobbing softly as the sound of splashing made his ears ring. Kaneki was red up to his ears, face streaked with tears by the time he was empty, opening his mouth and ready to apologize to his boyfriend.

“It’s okay, ‘Neki. You couldn’t help it.”

“I tried to h-hold it, I’m sorry-”

“Shh, everything is okay.” Hide leaned in to press a kiss to Kaneki’s cheek before wrapping his arm around him. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up.”

In Kaneki’s apartment, Hide ran him a bath, adding bath salts and essential oils to it. He carefully helped Kaneki to undress, pressing soft kisses everywhere he could reach as he helped lower Kaneki into the water. Brushing his hair back, Hide pressed one last kiss to Kaneki’s forehead.

“I love you, ‘Neki. Please know that I would never think less of you for this.”

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Day Twenty-Three: Wetting While Running or Playing a Sport

Just say something, Kaneki, you idiot.

As much as Kaneki thought that to himself, he still couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth and just tell Tsukiyama that he needed to go to the toilet. He hadn’t seen the restrooms when they walked into the building, or he just would have went, then. But now, they were on the court with rackets in hand, and Tsukiyama was bouncing a rubber ball on the ground while staring at Kaneki expectantly.

“Are you ready?”

Kaneki swallowed and nodded; gripping the racket in his hand. It was just he and Tsukiyama, they were just practising. Tsukiyama had already told Kaneki that he didn’t expect him to be any good; there was no pressure in that respect. Kaneki watched as Tsukiyama directed the ball towards him, tightening the grip on his racket and swinging haphazardly.

He missed the ball, causing Tsukiyama to grin. “You really do suck. Give it back over here.”

Kaneki retrieved the ball, wincing as he bent down to pick it up. He threw it back across the court to Tsukiyama, watching him catch it with ease. He bounced the ball on the ground a few times before grinning cynically and pelting it back across the court with his racket, in Kaneki’s direct path.

Kaneki grunted as it hit him right in the lower stomach, the breath leaving his lungs too fast as he sank to his knees. He was so caught up in catching his breath that he didn’t notice the warmth pooling around him until it was too late. He stared down in horror as he pissed his shorts, a puddle streaming onto the floor underneath him. Gasping quietly, he hung his head as Tsukiyama approached him.

“You could have just asked, if you needed to go that bad.”

Kaneki flushed red, knowing that he would have been able to hold it if he hadn’t gotten hit directly in the stomach.

“Come on, you need a shower.”

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Day Twenty-Four: Desperate at the Movie Theatre

Yuri hated horror movies. He had never had any desire to sit through one, especially after Victor and Yuuri had dragged him to one once, and Yuri spent half the film hiding his face in Yuuri’s shoulder from fear. However, when Otabek asked him to go see a new horror flick with him, Yuri couldn’t bring himself to say no. They had only been on a few dates before- how could he explain to Otabek that the boy he thought had “the eyes of a soldier” was too scared to go see a horror film? He would have to sit through it.

It wasn’t until after they had settled into the movie theatre seats that Yuri realized he had neglected to take care of something rather important before leaving the house. He bit his lip as the movie began, knowing that he couldn’t sneak out to the toilets when the movie had just begun.

Yuri gritted his teeth, trying to ignore his filling bladder. Otabek moved closer to him, lifting the armrest between them and wrapping his arm around Yuri’s shoulders with a questioning look, as if asking if it was okay. Yuri smiled and nodded, shifting further into Otabek’s warmth and resting his head on his shoulder.

Yuri jumped under Otabek’s touch during the first jump scare, an embarrassing squeak sounding in his throat. Otabek chuckled, pulling Yuri closer and whispering, “Are you frightened?”

Yuri shook his head, wincing inwardly when Otabek rested his free hand on Yuri’s thigh as a sign of reassurance. Yuri bit his lip, his bladder weighing down uncomfortably in his gut. He really wanted to excuse himself for the restroom, but he didn’t for a few reasons that didn’t seem quite so silly at the time.

First, Otabek was so close. Who’s to say they wouldn’t get close like that again once Yuri got back? Second, after his embarrassing reaction to the jump scare, it might look like Yuri was excusing himself to calm down from fear rather than to actually relieve himself. The final reason for Yuri staying was that he was afraid to walk down the hall by himself. It was the last showing of the night, and the theatre was nearly empty. What if the killer clown from the film came out from a corner and murdered Yuri on his way down the hallway? There was no way Yuri was risking that.

So, he sat. He pressed his thighs together, trying not to flex his muscles too much. He didn’t want Otabek to feel his clenching and think that it was because of his intimate touch. So, he suffered in silence, jumping once more as another jump scare popped on the screen. He shivered as Otabek’s hand squeezed his thigh, using it as an opportunity to shift in his seat and try to relieve some of the pressure in his middle. God, he had to piss so bad.

The next jump scare was Yuri’s ultimate demise. The scary clown popped out of nowhere, and Yuri’s entire body locked up with fear, his heart racing. When he had calmed down enough to take in a breath, he realized that there was a warmth between his legs that wasn’t there before. Still, his bladder was pulsating inside him. Yuri gasped, realizing that some pee had escaped. Panicking, Yuri grabbed himself as another spurt hissed into his pants. Now that some had come out, it all wanted to come out.

Otabek noticed the action immediately, rubbing Yuri’s back gently as he whispered, “Yuri, do you need to use the bathroom?”

Tears prickling in his eyes, Yuri nodded. “I’m sorry,” he squeaked as Otabek pulled him up out of his seat.

Otabek didn’t reply, simply guiding Yuri from the aisle and towards the back of the theatre. Yuri kept the grip on his cock steady, afraid of more leaking out. In the hallway, Yuri cringed to see a sizable wet patch on the front of his jeans. Otabek glanced down and noticed as well, picking up their pace. “Almost there,” he whispered gently.

The second they reached the toilets, Yuri was unzipping himself and careening towards a urinal. He relieved himself for what felt like ages, his stomach aching and contracting as he did. He peed more than he ever had before, his lower stomach visibly deflating as he did so. He finished with a soft sigh, pushing out the last dribbles.

Yuri pulled his sweatshirt down with his hands as he emerged from the toilets, trying to cover as much of the wet patch as he could. Otabek was waiting for him, leaning against the wall. He propelled himself off with his foot as Yuri approached, placing his arm back around him as if nothing had happened.

“I’m sorry,” Yuri mumbled.

Otabek shrugged, squeezing Yuri’s shoulder. “If you were scared and wanted me to take you, you could have said so. You didn’t have to sit there until you were ready to burst.”

“I was embarrassed,” Yuri admitted, causing Otabek to stop walking and face him.

“About being scared to leave the theatre?”

Yuri nodded, cheeks heating. “And for having to pee, and for being scared during the movie…”

Otabek leaned in, kissing Yuri’s lips with tender care. “None of those things are anything to be embarrassed about, Yura.”

When they went back in to finish the film, Yuri was glad that Otabek placed his hand right back on Yuri’s thigh, even if it was a little damp.

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Day Twenty-Five: Wetting Themselves on Purpose

“E-Excuse me, my lord?”

Ciel smirked up at his butler, refusing to repeat his order. “You heard me. Now, do it.”

Sebastian felt his face heat as he shifted awkwardly, mumbling, “you want me to urinate in my clothes, young master?”

“Are you deaf?” Ciel snorted. “Do it, already.”

Sebastian took a deep breath, steeling himself. “Yes, my lord.”

The demon felt his face redden even further as he relaxed his muscles, effectively relieving the pressure in his lower abdomen. He cringed as his pants became hot and wet, piss leaking down his legs in thick tendrils, spilling onto the floor with a loud splatter. His young master watched, entranced, a smirk on his lips. When Sebastian was finally emptied, he hung his head.

“Was that to your liking?”

Ciel stood, shrugging as he sauntered from the study. “Clean it up, Sebastian.”

“Yes, my lord.”

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Day Twenty-Six: Peeing on the Floor

“Y-Yuri?”

Yuuri rubbed his eyes before placing on his glasses. Yuri sleepily stumbled into his and Victor’s room, mumbling incoherently.

“Yuri? Are you alright?”

Victor had been stirred awake by then, rubbing his own eyes and sitting up in bed. He repeated Yuri’s name once more before whispering in a slew of Russian, all of which Yuri ignored. He stumbled over to the corner of the room, mumbling louder as his hands fiddled with his pajama pants.

“Yuri, what are you-”

And then the heard it.

Clear as day, urine began splattering onto the ground as Yuri released a thick stream onto their hardwood floors. Yuuri finally got mind to jump from the bed as Victor began cursing next to him, half in Russian and half in English. Yuuri got to Yuri first, grabbing his shoulder and scolding him, “this isn’t a funny prank, you je-”

Yuri jumped as soon as Yuuri grabbed him, his piss splashing onto the wall and his pajama bottoms as his eyes went wide. “What the-” he grew bright red as he realized what he was doing, but was unable to stop urinating. He sunk to the ground, face crumpling as he buried his face in his knees, piss still pooling underneath him.

“Yuri, Yuri…” Yuuri knelt down, running his fingers through his blonde locks. “Sweetie, were you sleeping?”

Yuri sobbed wetly, the hissing from his crotch finally coming to a stop. “Shut up!” he barked.

“Okay, okay.” Yuuri sighed, ruffling Yuri’s hair. “I didn’t mean to startle you awake, I thought you were… doing it on purpose.”

Yuri still refused to move, sobbing as he sat in his own mess. Finally, Victor said something in Russian that made Yuri lift his head, glaring at the man in the bed. “I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, lip trembling.

“We know,” Yuuri replied, thumbing away Yuri’s tears. “It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t help it.” Yuuri helped Yuri to stand, smiling at him softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Vitya and I will take care of the floor.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Shh,” Yuuri led Yuri into their ensuite, filling the tub. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

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Day Twenty-Seven: Bedwetting

“Ren, hey…”

Ren rolls over, mumbling incoherently and trying to get away from Haru’s hands on his shoulder. Haru doesn’t let him be.

“Ren, wake up.”

As Ren does begin to wake up, he becomes increasingly aware of an uncomfortable chill. He feels damp, cold, and-

“Oh, no!” Ren scrambles up, pulling the blanket up over his lower half to hide the evidence from Haru. “D-Don’t look, just get out and let me clean it,” he grumbled, face flushing as he turns away from Haru.

Haru sighs, a gentle hand reaching out to rub small circles on Ren’s back. “It’s okay, Ren. It’s no big deal.”

Of course it isn’t a big deal to Haru- he already thinks of Ren as nothing more than a kid brother, and now he has ammunition to believe so. Ren shakes his head violently, embarrassed by the tears that start welling up in his eyes. “Shut up, Haru.”

“Ren.”

Haru’s tone is firm as he pulls Ren into an embrace from behind, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Listen to me, Ren,” Haru rocks him quietly, keeping his lips buried in Ren’s hair. “I don’t think any less of you for this, and I promise that it isn’t a big deal.”

Ren shakes his head, trying to pull out of Haru’s arms. Haru only holds on tighter. “It’s not a big deal to you because it’s just another excuse to treat me like a kid!” He finally exclaims.

“Ren,” Haru whispers in the younger man’s hair, “I don’t think that at all. Wetting the bed isn’t something that only children do, I promise. Aki had occasional accidents at night until he was eighteen or so. It happens.”

Ren relaxes the slightest, exhaling a soft sigh. “I’m sorry for soaking your bed, Haru,” he finally murmurs.

Haru squeezes Ren tightly, nuzzling his nose into Ren’s hair. “It’s okay, Ren. I’m not mad or upset. Why don’t we get the sheets and your pajamas into the wash, and then we can bathe together?”

Ren hates to admit it, but that sounds heavenly to him.

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Day Twenty-Eight: Peeing in an Alley

Armin was always quiet, but today, he was excessively so. They patrolled the streets together in silence, having been stuck inside the walls until their next mission for the scout regiment. Eren noticed that Armin was jumpier than usual, quiet, and fidgety. After seeing Armin’s face begin to flush and beads of sweat rising on his forehead, Eren nudged the blonde with his elbow.

“Are you feeling alright?”

Armin nodded, tugging on his lower lip with his teeth. “I, uh… Yeah. I’m okay.”

Eren looked him over skeptically, lowering his voice and pulling Armin into an alley, where they were secluded. Glancing around to be sure they were alone, Eren sighed with relief to see that they were. “Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”

Armin huffed quietly, unable to stay still as he stood in front of Eren. He marched in place, hands at his sides in clenched fists. “N-nothing, we should go b-back.”

Eren shook his head, reaching out to Armin and causing him to shrink back with surprise. With a soft gasp, Eren watched as Armin careened backwards, legs crossing tightly as he finally settled against the opposite wall of the alley. Suddenly, Eren understood. “Armin, just go. It’s alright.”

Armin whimpered, bending at the waist and bouncing on his knees. “I didn’t have time to go this morning,” he admitted.

Eren nodded, approaching Armin carefully and placing a hand on his upper back. “That’s okay, you can go now. There’s nobody here.”

Armin bit his lip, looking up and down the alley for himself. It was true; they were alone. “If someone comes and sees me-”

“I’ll beat them senseless,” Eren promised. He turned Armin so that he was facing the wall, reaching down to unlatch his belt when Armin didn’t, himself. “Would it be easier if I helped you?” He whispered in Armin’s ear, causing the blonde to shiver and nod.

“Ah-” Armin gasped as Eren skillfully reached under his waistband, pulling out his cock. “If you touch it like that, I’m going to…”

Eren shrugged, aiming Armin at the brick wall. “It’s okay. You can go now, Armin.” He murmured, nuzzling into his neck.

Armin sighed as he relaxed, a weak stream pattering against the wall before growing into a torrent. Armin moaned softly with relief, leaning back against Eren. “Sorry,” He mumbled. “I’m getting hard…”

Eren hummed in agreement as Armin’s cock grew in his hand, compensating by aiming him differently as his stream grew erratic. When the last of Armin’s piss spurted out, Eren shook his cock to get the remaining dribbles from it. “Better?” He asked quietly.

Armin nodded, shifting uncomfortable for other reasons as Eren concealed his hard cock for him. “Will you… take care of me when we get back?”

Eren smiled, sneaking a kiss to Armin’s lips. “Yeah, of course I will. I’ll always take care of you.”

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Day Twenty-Nine: Unable to Get Clothing Off in Time

Yuuri squirmed on the bench at the kiss and cry, biting his lip as they announced his scores. Victor’s praise was static in his ears, his touch numbing on his body. He stiffened significantly as the Russian held him close, whispering into his ear, “Yuuri, you look tense. Are you alright?”

Yuuri flushed pink, stammering quietly, “I-I need to use the toilet. I, er… I had to go since before I performed.”

Victor pulled from the hug, gently rubbing Yuuri’s back. “You should have said something, Yuuri. You didn’t have to sit here uncomfortable! Go on to the restroom, I’ll finish up with the press and meet you in the locker room.”

“Thank you, Victor,” Yuuri murmured gratefully, slipping away from the kiss and cry and down a corridor.

Away from the cameras, Yuuri groaned as he made his way to the locker room, where there were toilets. His bladder was fully and heavy, begging him for relief. He finally made it to the locker room. Yuuri dashed to the toilets, his bladder throbbing as he locked the stall door behind him. The second he saw the toilet in front of him, his body went into overdrive.

“No, no!” Yuuri hissed, grabbing his crotch with one hand and reaching for his zipper with the other. Yuuri gasped as his costume dampened beneath his hand, his zipper refusing to come down. He hopped from foot to foot desperately, trying to prevent any further damage.

As his costume got wetter and his piss became harder to contain, Yuuri let go of his crotch in favor of using both hands to try and undo the zipper. Doing a full-out potty dance in front of the toilet, Yuuri whimpered as piss continuously wet his front, beginning to drip down his legs. “No, please, no…”

It was useless, and he knew it. The zipper wouldn’t budge, and Yuuri let go of it to grasp at his cock with both hands. It hardly lessened the flow, urine beginning to flow from his costume onto the floor, a puddle forming below him. Yuuri whimpered as he emptied himself into his costume, sniffling as the last of his piss dribbled out of his cock, pattering from his pant legs onto the tile floor.

Yuuri curled up on the seat of the toilet, waiting as his pants grew uncomfortably sticky and cold. It seemed like forever before Victor finally found him, knocking gently on the stall door. “Yuuri, is everything okay in there?”

Those were the words that broke him, tears freely falling down his cheeks as he cried out, “no!”

“Open the door, please,” Victor whispered gently. When Yuuri didn’t, he tried again. “Yuuri, it can’t be that bad.”

“It can,” Yuuri argued, reaching out and unlocking the door. Yuuri hid his face to prevent seeing the disappointed look on Victor’s, and waited for the scolding, or a laugh. Instead, he was met with nothing but a warm hand on his shoulder and soft words.

“You couldn’t get out of the costume in time? Oh my, if I had a dollar for every time this happened to me or another skater…”

Yuuri sniffled, wiping his eyes on his sleeve as he finally looked up at Victor. “You’re not kidding?”

Victor shook his head, squeezing Yuuri’s shoulder. “Once I managed to get the costume off halfway through, so the only damage was to myself and the costume, nothing on the floor. The other time, I completely soaked myself, even worse than this. I must have drank gallons that day,” Victor replied, gesturing to the puddle Yuuri made. “It’s okay, Yuuri. It happens. These costumes are terrible to get out of, and you get frantic when you’re trying not to wet yourself.”

Yuuri nodded pitifully, biting his lip. “The zipper wouldn’t come down.”

Victor smiled at him softly, giving his shoulder another squeeze. “You must be uncomfortable. I’ll go get a towel, help you to undress. We’ll sneak you right off to the showers and get you in fresh clothes. No one will ever have to know, alright?”

Yuuri wiped the last of his tears, nodding gratefully. “Thank you, Victor.”

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Day Thirty: Peeing in Someone’s Lap

“V-Vitya, I don’t know if I can…”

Victor stares up at his fiance with kind eyes, stroking his cheek softly. “What’s wrong, love?”

Yuuri wriggles incessantly in Victor’s lap, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I-I… I’m not sure if it’ll come out…”

Victor cards his fingers through Yuuri’s hair, moving his free hand down to thumb at Yuuri’s hip. “Why, darling? You need to go, don’t you?”

Yuuri moans quietly, nodding. “So bad,” he mutters, grinding down against Victor.

“I want this, Yuuri. Don’t be afraid…” Victor reaches down, gingerly thumbing over the skin of Yuuri’s swollen bladder. The younger man whimpers, stomach contracting as he bears down of Victor to hold it in.

“V-Vitya! I’m going to…”

“I know, Yuuri. I know,” Victor murmurs, pressing soft kisses to Yuuri’s cheek. “Go ahead, you can go.”

Yuuri whimpers as he releases, hot urine spilling onto Victor’s lap and making him expel a lewd groan onto Yuuri’s skin. He pants, moving both hands down to adjust Yuuri’s hips and move his stream exactly where he wants it. As Yuuri is finishing up, urine splattering onto the floor below, he whimpers and buries his face in Victor’s shoulder.

“Ah, thank you, love. That felt so good. You did shoulder, embarrassed.

“That was amazing, my Yuuri. Oh, that felt so good,” he gushes, holding Yuuri close. “Thank you, love. Thank you for trying that with me.”