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Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck
This was bad.
Alastor had had himself a long day at the Radio station, and had gone out for a walk. Unfortunately, he had forgotten one teeny tiny thing. His extremely full bladder.
He didn’t have a lot of room inside himself anyways. His waist was small, so small in fact he could hardly hold half a cup of liquid. And he had drunk two cups of water and a cup of coffee.
And he was bursting.
Alastor had found his way off the Main Street of Hell and into a forest. The land was dank and woodsy. There was no bathroom in sight.
Not that it mattered anyways, he wouldn’t be able to make it. He was leaking into his underwear with every step.
”Shit…” Alastor murmured, hand palming his crotch in a last-ditch effort to keep the liquid in.
But it was futile.
Alastor stumbled on a branch, falling to the ground. He released too late that his body had given up.
Warm liquid started seeping into his pants as he gasped, quickly undoing the belt buckle as he felt squirts soaking him. Alastor managed to get his pants off and his underwear down, as he righted himself into a squat and relaxed.
And oh goodness was that the best feeling ever.
Alastor could almost cry, his overfill bladder finally getting relief from the pressure and agony of building liquid. He let out a little sigh, continuing to soak the forest floor.
When Alastor was finally done, he stood up, a large puddle left behind underneath him, the grass now covered in liquid.
He had a problem though, his pants and underwear were not exactly dry.
‘But no matter that!’ Alastor thought, as he dried them with a snap of his fingers and redressed himself.
He stood up and dusted his long red coat off, freeing it of dirt, taking a breath as he felt the lightness in his abdomen.
He could now put this embarrassing accident behind him.