Daily Desperation - Day 1
Pat the Zoroark was about to embark on a crazy adventure, spanning five days overall. In these five days, he would involuntarily wet himself once - and only once - each day. He was no stranger to holding it until he had an accident; after all, he did have a weekly webcam show where he would do so. What he was stranger to was doing it on consecutive days.
He would start with something simple. First, he would skip his routine of using the bathroom after getting back to his apartment from class. Then, he'd chug one bottle of water. Finally, he'd chug one liter of energy drink about 15 minutes later, totaling roughly 320 milligrams of caffeine - certainly enough to significantly boost urine production.
When Pat got home, he set the plan in motion. Instead of using the bathroom, he went straight to finishing up some homework before he got around to the other steps. After that was done, he filled up a small, 500 milliliter bottle of water, then proceeded to chug it down as fast as he could. Afterwards, he surfed the internet, waiting for some time to go by for that water to process in his system.
After 15 minutes, he got out a one-liter bottle filled with energy drink - as planned, it totaled to about 320 milligrams of caffeine. He then proceeded to also drink that as quickly as possible. With all of this, it would be certain that he'd be really desperate really quickly.
While waiting for the desperation to grow, Pat surfed the internet, ignoring the growing urge, wearing nothing but a pair of gray boxers. However, he couldn't get much browsing done; after just an hour, he was already bursting to go. He walked over to the bathtub, making sure to walk there slowly so as to avoid leaking so soon. Once in the bathtub, he just kept squirming and moaning out of desperation.
It was painful. Pat was afraid of what was going to happen, and yet, so desperately desired for it to happen. The pleasure he would experience when it did happen was all that kept him going. Even with him squirming and shaking out of desperation, he held on.
"N-ngh!", Pat exclaimed.
A tiny spurt of pee had just forced its way out of him. The process was beginning. He gripped the shower curtain rod with both of his hands, his squirming and shaking becoming more and more intense. He put more and more effort into holding back the spurts of pee, but it was of no use. The spurts continued to escape.
"Ngh... Must... Hold on longer," said Pat.
The spurts got larger. The stain on his underwear became very prominent, about the size of the palm of his hand. Pat blocked his urethra with his thumb, making a temporary effort to block the spurts.
"Must... Go on..."
Even with his blocking of his urethra, it just wouldn't do. Pat felt a sensation within his urethra, as if his piss was attempting to force itself out like a crowd of people forcing themselves through the exits in the event of a fire. He tried to hold it back for as long as he could, but the pressure kept on getting greater and greater, until...
"A-Aah!"
The floodgates opened. Pat's bladder muscles gave up and his bladder emptied itself. Starting out as a slow stream, Pat tried to stop its flow, managing to occasionally stop it briefly, but it would immediately start back up. After about two times briefly stopping the flow, it just suddenly went out full force and Pat could not curb the flow at all. He was shaking heavily; both due to the insane level of desperation he had just endured, and due to the immense pleasure due to the release. Almost as quickly as the flow started, it was over.
"Ahhh... So good..."
Pat lay down in his bathtub, finding himself unable to do anything because of how pleasurable that accident was. How was he going to top this tomorrow?