[A/N: so this is actually kind of a sequel to the first chapter. Enjoy.]

"Jack, hurry up, you're gonna be late to your doctor's appointment!"

"I'm coming Mom, just a sec!" I called back to her.

I ran out the door and jumped in my car, ignoring the tickling feeling in my lower belly. Ten minutes later, I was walking into the clinic, heading for the elevators.

I pushed the button and the elevator soon arrived, carrying one passenger. "David!" I exclaimed, and we hugged, clapping each other on the back. The doors shut and we slowly started going up.

I felt a twinge in my bladder. Just as I was thinking I probably should have gone for a pee beforehand, the elevator stopped, lights flickering.

"Again?" David gasped, surprised. "Isn't that ironic?" He chuckled then added, "At least I don't have to pee this time!"

"Heh, yeah. That would be bad," I replied awkwardly, shuffling my legs. I was starting to feel pretty full. I shoved my hands in my pockets and rocked on the balls of my feet, looking away from David.

"Dude, what's wrong?" He asked me. I ignored him, casually (I hoped) crossing my legs and leaning against the wall. I exhaled.

I turned my head towards David, frowning. A look of recognition flashed across his features.

"Oh no," he said, "You don't have to go do you?"

"Go where?" I asked absentmindedly.

He huffed. "Do you have to pee, Jack?"

I grimaced. "That obvious?"

"Kind of," he replied, a sympathetic look on his face.

"Eh, don't worry about it. It can't take that long, can it?"

He shrugged. "It look a long time last time..."

"Ugh, don't remind me. I can hold it. I'm not a toddler," I said, hoping my words were true. Remembering I didn't pee this morning didn't help.

Realizing what I had just said, I turned to David's frowning face and said, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," David said, then looked away again.

"I..."

"Here, let me just call the desk," David said, walking over to the emergency phone.

"Is there a problem?" I heard the lady on the other end ask.

"Yes. The elevator stopped. I think we're in between the second and third floors."

"Okay, I'll send someone up as soon as possible. It may be a while, though. Don't worry, this sort of thing happens all the time."

Yeah, we noticed, I thought bitterly. Hanging up the phone, he turned to me and said, "It might be a while..."

I groaned. My bladder pulsed.

Sensing my distress, David added, "It's okay if you... you know." A blush crept onto his cheeks.

"I'm not going to..." I trailed off. "How long have we been in here?"

David shrugged. "I dunno, I don't have a phone, remember?"

"Right." I nodded and pulled my own cell out of my pocket. About twenty minutes already. I leaned back, groaning again. "Ah... did she say exactly when they will get here?" I asked, knowing full well she hadn't.

David shook his head, looking at me sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I don't have a bottle or anything like you did..."

"I'm fine," I stressed again, trying to convince myself more than him. I felt a strong urge and grimaced as I felt like my bladder was being stabbed with a fork. I doubled over, gasping.

"Are... are you okay?" David asked.

"Yeah, 'm fine, I just... ack!" I jumped and crossed my legs tightly. "I have to pee."

"Yeah, I know. How bad is it?"

"Bad. I haven't gone since last night." I squirmed frantically, twisting my body in weird directions with my hands on my hips.

"What time is it?" He asked. I checked my phone, wincing when I read the clock. Rather than say anything, I held my phone out where he could see it.

"Oh..." he said. My hand slowly crept to my crotch of its own accord. He looked down at my crossed legs and I quickly pulled my hand to my pantleg.

He looked away, embarrassed at having seen me holding myself like a potty training toddler. "Mmn..." I whimpered and began rocking again. More time passed silently. It felt like forever.

I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. I was desperate. "S-sorry," I squeaked out before grabbing my dick tightly and bouncing.

"Don't be sorry, Jack," he shrugged, "It's not your fault." Well, it kinda was since I had neglected to use the bathroom this morning, and I told him so.

"Still, it's alright if you," he paused, looking at me with pity, "don't make it."

Talking about peeing did not help. I moaned again, kneeling on the floor, my right hand pressed between my quivering thighs.

My bladder felt like it was going to explode. It was far too painful. "It hurts," I croaked, sobs stuck in my throat.

"I know... it isn't good for you to hold that much..." David said.

The liquid sloshed inside of me, demanding to be let out. I was holding on so tightly it should have hurt, but all that hurt was my poor overflowing bladder.

David was still talking. "...you could even get a UTI!"

I swiveled my hips and rocked back and forth. "How long?" I asked. David carefully took my phone out of my back pocket and checked the time. "We've been in here for about two hours now."

"Oh my God," I groaned. I was going to lose it. I couldn't do it anymore. Urine flowed out of me like a waterfall, cascading down my legs and onto the floor.

"Are you...?" David asked quietly. I nodded shamefully. I felt nothing at first but eventually the feeling overcame me and I let out a moan of pleasure and relief.

I was distantly aware of David stepping back. I pushed on my deflating bladder to make it come out faster. When I finally finished, I was panting hard. I leaned back against the wall in exhaustion.

"Feel better now?" David asked, shifting awkwardly.

I nodded. "Yeah... uh... at least no one needs to go anymore."

"Speak for yourself," he told me, and I looked up at him. "We've been in here for a really long time."

"Oh." It was only a few minutes later that the crew got us out of there. Seeing ,e sitting in a puddle, one of the guys winced and said, "Sorry we didn't get you out sooner." He began to ramble about what was wrong with the elevator.

"Uh... 'scuse me..." David said, crossing his legs. "I need to..." He pointed in the direction of the men's room.

"Oh! Sorry, boys. Go right on ahead." David helped me up and we walked into the hallway.

"Well, that was..."

"Mortifying?" He finished for me."

"Yeah..."

We said goodbye and he rushed off to the restroom. Now, how was I going to explain this to Mom?

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