i'm fine

Chester smiles at his face cam as he starts recording. "Hello everyone, it's 'CODmaster' here, and today I'm streaming, as requested, for four hours straight. Y'all ready for this?" He gets right into the game. At first, everything goes well. He plays Call Of Duty as the fans watch, the superchats being (mostly) about the game itself.


He steadily drinks bottles of water throughout, as he is narrating his gameplay and doesn't want his throat to get dry. Chester didn't think about the consequences of all that water. At least, not until he had been streaming for exactly one hour and nine minutes. He starts to fidget lightly, scooting his butt around and hoping that his subscribers couldn't hear his chair squeaking.


It's been another half hour, and Chester is growing slightly concerned. Of course, he could just get up and announce that he was taking a short break, but he was too shy. The fact that he needs to use the bathroom was his business only.


He begins to bounce his legs, leaning forward every once in a while. He wishes he could cross his legs to relieve some of the pressure, but the desk wouldn't allow that.


He grimaces. Oh, shit! They can see me! He remembers, plastering on a fake smile.


And then, the superchats.


CapnMark: u ok dude?


Carterisdabest: ur moving around alot


Lillyanne: why'd you make that face? r u in pain?


He laughs nervously. "I'm fine guys, I swear." He smiles to prove it. But his smile looked shaky.


CapnMark: ur lying


Ghosty: ya, whats up w u?


MaxJay: dude srsly wyd


"What am I doing?" he laughs, "I'm playing Call Of Duty!"


Laughing may not have been the best idea. He squeezes his legs together as a look of discomfort passes over his face. He goes back to playing his game but does quickly. "Damn it," he mutters.


JennyPlaysCOD: ur usually better at this game


"Haha, yeah, I know. I guess I'm a bit... distracted."


Gamerguy: distracted w wut?


Chester simply shakes his head, smiles, and gets back into the game.


It's been two hours of live streaming so far, and Chester is really feeling the effects of all that water. How much did he drink anyway? Two... no, three bottles. He winces at the thought, but quickly smiles like it never happened.


Lillyanne: ur acting rlly weird


JennyplaysCOD: yea ur usually calm n happy but today u look in pain


Gamerguy: exactly. u sure ur alright bro?


"I'm fine, heh heh..." Chester trails off when he feels pain shoot through his abdomen. "Fuck!" he whispers.


Mermade67: wtf


Wildeee: yea ur def not ok


CapnMark: now im concerned


Chester looks at his recording time. He has been holding it in for an hour and a half. Just the thought makes his bladder feel as if it is trembling inside him.


"Okay... You guys are right... There is something wr-wrong..."


Valdestroys: ok??


CapnMark: well what is it?


JennyplaysCOD: i knew it


Mermade67: well..?


Wildeee: ???


"I, uh, kinda have to... go." He laughs.


Mr6969: wut


Mermade67: go where


"Um, I..." He laughs again, nervously, and just spits it out. "Sorry guys. I just really gotta piss."


CapnMark: thats it?


Mermade67: then go lol


Gamrgirl: lol no big deal, just go


Chester sighs. He really had no reason to be nervous did he?


Mr6969: ew


Wildeee: thats so immature


RaVen: aww is the widdle baby gonna piss himself?


Valdestroys: we didnt need to know that


JennyplaysCOD: guys, leave him alone.


Chester feels a pit in his stomach. They think he's a baby? Immature? Well, I'll show them. "I'm fine guys, don't worry about it. Let's get back to the game."


It has now been three hours into his stream... meaning he has been holding in his full bladder for almost two hours. His legs are pressed together tightly. He is attempting to play the game one-handedly because his other hand is resting on the hot, round bump beneath his stomach.


His mouth is clamped shut; he is no longer talking for fear he might accidentally tell his viewers exactly how badly he has to pee right now.


CapnMark: um, dude? you might wanna take a break


Chester begins to panic. They can see his face. They can hear his frantic movements. He doesn't have to say anything; they already know how bad it is.


JennyplaysCOD: stop torturing urself, just go already


RaVen: he's not going to. widdle guy is too shy


Gamrgirl: raven. leave. him. alone.


Ghosty: just go to the bathroom man. i bet all the viewers even took breaks. ik i did


"S-sorry guys. I'll be r-right b-back..." Chester pauses his game and jumps from his chair, pausing for just a second to lift his shirt. His bladder bulges out, hugely noticeable.


"Shit..." He shoves a hand in his slightly damp crotch as he stumbles to the bathroom. He doesn't make it out of his bedroom before he hears a distinct hisss and feels wet warmth on his hand. "Fuckfuckfuck, no!"


He's lost all control. Urine runs down his pantlegs and spreads across his crotch as he tries futilely to stop the coming flood. He notices the intense relief halfway through.


Moaning, he sinks to the floor, no longer trying to stop. A minute after he starts peeing, he's done, finding himself leaning against the wall in his bedroom, panting in relief.


He slowly gets up and walks back to his computer.


Ghosty: you ok man?


"Th-thanks for watching everyone. Next video will be out Friday," he says.


Then he goes to the chat himself and types "i'm fine" before ending the stream and shutting down his game.


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