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Ike Eveland is wandering around the town late at night. Rain is pouring down in buckets, the streets are empty, and most notably, he needs to pee astonishingly badly.
Coming back from some event where soft drinks were consumed in copious amounts, he found himself on one delayed train, leading him to miss the next one, leaving him stranded. The whole time on that stalled train he’d been thinking only of rushing home and relieving himself in the comfort of his own personal bathroom, warm and sheltered and familiar, considering the grimy darkness of the train station toilets but rejecting the option as much too unpleasant. He’ll pee in the wild swedish countryside, sure, but a dirty public bathroom is just too much for his delicate sensibilities. But, coming off the delayed train so late that the entire station was closing down for the night, he found himself deprived of both options, and stuck with his uncomfortably full bladder in the cold and wet of the night.
With nowhere to go, Ike was left wandering the streets, shivering and holding himself close to try and save some warmth- but not too close, as any undue pressure on his abdomen would make the deeply unpleasant feelings spike to a desperate warning. Walking, though with no destination, helped somewhat take his mind off his unending predicament, stopping occasionally to assess his surroundings and consider his options, squirming and rubbing his thighs together to maintain containment; this would look absurd to anyone watching, but in the late hour and pouring rain there was no one out to see him, a small comfort.
Ike stops to take shelter at a bus stop, saving his skin from the pounding cold damp rain that does nothing to ease his needs, only reminding him of what might come flowing down his legs if he doesn’t hold it together. There he stands, awkwardly shifting his weight from one leg to the other, softly jumping in place, trying to keep certain muscles clenched. But this soon enough turns out to be a mistake- freed from the active downpour, the water on his skin begins to evaporate, taking with it precious body heat, cooling him and causing him to shiver- a large shudder suddenly overtakes his body and threatens to rob him of his control. Nope, nope, nope- Ike quickly ducks out into the rain again, as it at least affords him some warmth, and continues moving.
As the rain drips down his body again, soaking every nook and cranny even under his clothes, he begins to consider… how bad would it be, really? If he just let go, and worried about the rest later? The rain would even wash it out of his clothes before he made it home on foot, or he’d be able to focus enough to manage getting a room at a local hotel. Perhaps he should just… let go. Tempted by his idle thoughts, Ike looks around for anyone watching- there’s been no one this whole time, but he feels extra cautious for the action he is about to take- braces himself against a sign post and stands still… deep, deep, breaths, and… Nope! Despite feeling like he’s on the verge of exploding even while trying to hold it back, he just cant manage to convince his body to commit such an act, even if it would feel so, so much better once he was done… he shudders again, softly sobbing just a bit from the exertion of trying to betray his bodily instincts and then subsequently pull himself back from that brink. It’s getting so, so bad. Disregarding all appearances he squeezes his crotch as he walks now, choking back tears- even the force of too big a sob would likely pry control away from him at this rate.
Walking more quickly now- though to where he doesn’t know- Ike rounds a corner and is met with a familiar neighborhood. “That’s right… Anon lives here… I could go to Anon’s place…!”
With this thought propelling him forward he trots swiftly to (you)r doorstep, each step jostling his dreadfully full bladder, made more sensitive than ever before from his playing chicken with the idea of pissing himself, but it’s no matter- it’ll all be fine in just a bit, probably… Anon should be home (or rather, (you)’re never not home, you hikki), (you) would certainly let him in and all would be well. Locking eyes with (you)r front step he speeds his walk to a light jog ignoring the increasing desperation the jolts of movement bring as salvation is so soon-
