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“Liz,” Kid whispered, planted in the auditorium chair. He gripped the armrests with such intensity the fabric was ripping under his fingernails.
Liz turned her head, she wasn’t really paying attention to the lecture, but Kid looked highly distressed, “What is it, Kid?”
“Liz, I’m going to wet myself,” Kid said with almost certainty, and all too much poise. Though he did appear to be sweating. There was a long pause between this and his next sentence.
“I thought there would be a break, but there hasn’t been so far. I don’t think I can make it until the end,” He explained his internal plight, but Liz was not interested in the explanation whatsoever.
“Oh my god, that’s so fucking embarrassing!” Liz immediately panicked, practically hissing at him. She started looking around for exit signs.
They were sandwiched in the middle of a row of other meisters, seated and listening to the lecture.
“Kid. Tell me you’re fucking with me, please,” Liz estimated over a hundred other well-respected meisters in the room with them in that moment.
Kid’s legs quaked, the balls of his feet were attempting to bounce the urge away. It had stopped working a half hour ago. Liz had noticed this and assumed it was general nerves. Maybe something in the room’s symmetry was off. Liz had chalked up the bouncing to Kid being insane as usual, and she’d never guessed that there was an actual problem.
“I’m not kidding,” Kid gritted his teeth, “I’m really, really not.”
“Kid, I have no idea what to say to you right now. Get out of here please ,” She begged, seeming panicked. Her eyes darted all over the room.
“I can’t, I’d have to pass all these people, and I genuinely don’t think I can stand up for long enough to get to a restroom,” Kid explained that he would rather stay sedentary than accidentally wet someone else’s clothes.
“Kid, if you wet yourself right next to me, so help you Death, I will murder you in cold blood,” Liz was aware of Kid’s particularly small bladder. He’d had some close calls before, but he’d never actually had any sort of accident. She did not want him to start now.
“Consider me dead, because I really can’t hold it,” Kid crossed one leg over the other and pulled it as far up his thigh as it would go. Red was beginning to tint his face as the embarrassment settled in.
“Well you’re gonna fucking try, I do not want this whole crowd staring at me! I didn’t wear makeup because I thought it was just gonna be a bunch of old dudes,” Liz shared the least of her concerns, the rest of which were: ‘This guy is NINETEEN. How is he about to piss his pants??’ and ‘People are going to associate me with the guy who pissed himself in the fucking lecture!’
Kid’s breath was shaky, he rocked carefully in the chair, trying not to cause a disturbance.
“Why didn’t you go before..?” Liz, defeated, was beginning to see how there was really nothing she could do to change the trajectory they were on.
“Again, I thought there’d be a break. Plus, I get anxious using public restrooms, so I was putting it off,” Kid reminded her of his fear of general uncleanliness.
“Right…” Liz couldn’t pay attention to anything other than Kid, who was rubbing his palms up and down his pant legs. His poor bladder was devastatingly full. He felt tears in his eyes.
“ Liz, I can’t piss myself here, I just can’t! ” Kid cried, taking the tone of his usual antics, though he was mortified.
“That’s what I’m saying! ” Liz whispered a little louder than she’d intended.
A few ears had already been listening in, but nobody moved or offered help.
Liz was out of ideas. She didn’t have an empty bottle with her, she couldn’t relocate him, and she wouldn’t leave him there to be embarrassed all by himself. She had a heart, and she did care for Kid more than she wanted to admit.
Kid’s chair was squeaking a little while he was jittering uncomfortably. Liz held the back of the chair to try and stifle some of the squeaking. This was the least she could do for him.
“Liz, I can’t do it…” Kid sniffled, he cupped both of his hands over his crotch and squeezed tightly, “I think I just have to st…start going…” He sheepishly looked up at her, his eyes watered upon making eye contact with her in such a vulnerable position.
“ Don’t! Absolutely do not do that! Keep holding it, you’re gonna make a huge puddle and it’s gonna be so gross! ” Liz found herself more nervous than Kid was.
Kid pressed his hands hard into his twitching cock, begging it to act as a dam and keep his bladder at bay. His breaths were shakier with each passing second.
“I just need to let out a little…” Kid said softly as if Liz was in the position to give him permission.
“You know that once you start you can’t stop, Kid. That’s not how it works and you know it,” Liz was looking anywhere else. Looking at Kid whining and writhing was giving her serious second-hand embarrassment.
“Hhh...” Kid wiped one of his eyes where a tear was forming, “I need to…”
“Just stop thinking about it! Think about anything else!” Liz gave instructions that Kid had already implemented, and they proved futile.
“I can’t..!” Kid shuddered, his hands still tightly cupped around himself. His thighs shifted together, enveloping his hands.
When Liz let go of the headrest to his chair, she felt him shaking. He was so jittery that his chair was clacking against hers.
Kid was frantic, now bargaining with himself so he didn’t piss right then.
Most of Kid’s embarrassment wasn’t because of the large crowd, but the fact that Liz was going to watch it happen. He didn’t want Liz to see him wet his pants, but he knew it was bound to occur.
He felt a warm jet of urine coat his inner thigh, and he squeaked in response. He was able to stop pissing and pulled his suit jacket down over his crotch, hoping that Liz wouldn’t notice.
Liz noticed, and she heard the noise his crotch made when he clenched the fabric. It squished. She scowled at him.
Kid, teary-eyed, just stared at her. He couldn’t say a thing at that moment.
Liz spotted a drip on his ankle since the stream had managed to travel down his leg.
“Fuck, Kid!” Liz felt dread set in. She knew his small bladder couldn’t take much more if he was already leaking.
“I didn’t mean to..-” Kid clarified, holding back another pinching urge to let more urine out, “I’m going to finish, I have to finish, it hurts so bad.”
“Shit… You seriously can’t hold it,” Liz commented, watching her poor, shaking meister’s face heat up as red as she’d ever seen it. Liz hadn’t truly noticed how badly Kid needed to pee until he lost control of his bladder muscles for a spell. He looked miserable. Near tears.
“I told you that from the start!” Kid whimpered. He pinched his dick from the outside of his pants.
“Keep it in, Kid, I’m begging you,” Liz had to keep her eyes diverted from her meister. She was embarrassed on behalf of him, but couldn’t stand the idea of everyone in the auditorium knowing that Kid was unable to handle a full bladder.
Kid whimpered and started rocking in his chair again. The wood clacking together on the cheap seats was making a lot of noise, not even Liz’s death grip on the back of the chair could stop the noises. And especially not the noises Kid was making.
Liz’s eyes met with Kid’s pelvis for a moment. He was grinding— no, humping this chair so he didn’t piss himself. The obvious wet stain on his crotch looked as if it was taught, since the tip of his dick was pressed against it on the inside. He was hard and evidently getting harder, which he couldn’t explain, and Liz didn’t want an explanation for. He shoved a hand in his pocket to discreetly hold himself out of view.
He felt the fabric of the pocket get warm and wet. A gush of urine-soaked through and into his fingertips. Kid’s face was beaming with heat and his forehead was damp.
“Liz…” Kid whispered, “It’s about to happen... It’s really going to happen..” He felt a few tears drip down his warm cheeks.
Liz returned her attention to Kid’s face. She could describe his expression as horrified , definitely. It reminded her that it ultimately wasn’t his fault, he didn’t want to embarrass her. Kid wouldn’t even let his pants get wet with water on missions, so this was definitely out of his control, him being the control freak that he was.
Kid was whimpering, fighting tears and an unfortunate amount of piss in his bladder. He planned on staggering it, but he honestly didn’t know if he was capable.
‘I can’t… let it all out at once. Maybe I can just let out some… and then some more a second or two later..?’ Kid was going through the motions too intently, he let another spurt wet his fingertips. He took his hand out of his pocket quickly, he didn’t want his fingers to catch any more of it.
He covered his mouth with his dry hand, the other gripped his crotch from the outside of his pants again. Kid’s clouded eyes were stuck looking down into his lap. He tried not to sob heavily. If he cried too hard, he wouldn’t be able to redirect his muscle tension to his bladder.
Liz watched this concerning display of emotion, she couldn’t offer her full support, but she could at least do him the favor of looking away while he pissed, though she didn’t know if she could keep her eyes off of him once he was a spectacle.
Kid’s hips bucked gently into his hand, which he eventually removed from his damp, glistening crotch. Gentle, sporadic arcs of urine gushed from his tight-fitting pants. With each one, Kid made a new lewd, mewl of a noise.
The fabric of the seat was soaking up most of the liquid; Liz was thankful there wasn’t an abrupt splashing sound coming from their corner of the auditorium. The last thing she wanted was more eyes on them.
A few people noticed what was going on, especially the meister to the right of Kid, but he did them both the courtesy of pretending he didn’t see anything.
Kid was doing a good job of spacing out the bursts of urine. His hand clamped over his mouth, but his moaning was still audible. He had it mostly under control until he gazed to his left and saw Liz staring directly at his crotch.
Kid broke into a sob, and a stream ensued. He was completely humiliated, full-blown pissing in his pants in front of Liz and a full auditorium. When he heard the splash of liquid hit the floor, he bit his shirt sleeve to stifle his cries.
The worst feeling was the pleasure. He wanted nothing to do with how great it felt to finally release his throbbing, tender bladder. He didn’t want his lips to curl into a gentle smile while he cried. But since it was finally happening all at once, he let it all take control of him.
Liz waited until Kid’s stream slowed, having looked away periodically while his concerningly long piss transpired.
She sighed, combing his bangs out of his face, which were wet with sweat. His eyes were half-lidded, and his hips were raised slightly off of the seat.
Liz, though she cursed herself while she did, had to admit that he looked cute like this.
They were the center of attention as she predicted, not a single eye in the auditorium wasn’t pointing in their direction. Now that she was living in the moment and not dreading the future, Liz realized that Kid definitely felt worse than her, though his facial expression rivaled that of an orgasm.
Liz held Kid’s damp hand and carefully attended to him. She hoisted him up with her, pinning him to her hip, and escorted him out of the room. Saying “sorry,” and “excuse me,” to each person they passed on their way out of their designated row.
“I’ve gotcha, Kiddo, it’s alright,” Liz shushed him as he began to cry, standing outside the doors of the lecture hall. She squeezed him, patting him on his back while he sobbed uncontrollably. The pleasure had worn off and now he was just wet and cold.
“We’re going home now, don’t worry about the rest of the lecture, I’m certainly not gonna make you sit there in wet pants…” Liz hadn’t even wanted to attend in the first place.
Kid just nodded in response, unable to stop crying to get words out. Liz’s nose scrunched up once she caught a whiff of him.
“C’mon, we’re outta here,” Liz guided him to the door, where their royal escort service was waiting for them.