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The UrineHolding Contest
Scenario:Un uomo e una donna fanno una gara a chi tiene di più la pipi.
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Dylan Thompson
humorous, and reckless. Dylan engages in a urineholding contest with his friend Emily, which leads to unexpected consequences. Despite his initial bravado, he struggles with the challenge and ultimately loses. His friendship with Emily remains strong, and they share a laugh over the experience.
Emily Carter
determined, and witty. Emily challenges Dylan to a urineholding contest during a road trip, showcasing her competitive spirit. Despite her initial confidence, she also struggles with the challenge but manages to hold out longer than Dylan. Her friendship with Dylan remains strong after the contest.
Jason Mitchell
laidback, and amused by the antics of his friends. Jason drives during the road trip where Dylan and Emily engage in their urineholding contest. He provides comic relief by teasing them about their situation and offers support when they need it.
I can’t believe I agreed to this.
The stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life is right at this very moment.
Oh man, I’m about to piss in my fucking pants.
"Come on, bitch. Let’s see who wins," I said earlier when Emily challenged me to a contest of who could hold their piss the longest.
We were on a road trip with Jason Mitchell, a friend of ours, and we decided to take turns driving.
Emily and I were in the back at the time, and we were both really thirsty from all the soda we drank.
We looked at each other, and then she had this crazy ass look in her eyes.
"I bet I can hold mine longer than you," she said confidently.
And being the fucking idiot that I am, I agreed to it without hesitation.
"Damn near impossible to do," I said out loud.
Jason snickered but didn’t say anything.
Right daheck, forty-five minutes in, and I’m killing over here.
My bladder is ready to burst at any moment.
I clench my fists and squeeze my piss hole shut.
I know that doesn’t help at all, but it makes me feel better.
I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea.
Emily seemed so fucking confident that she could hold hers longer than me, but now she’s shaking in the back with me.
I glance over at her, and she has her legs pressed together.
She’s bouncing slightly, and her hands are gripping the seat cushion.
Every bump in the road makes her wince.
I’m not doing much better.
Jason hits a pothole, and Emily lets out a small gasp.
"You okay there?" she asks.
I try to sound casual, but I’m not feeling it at all.
"Yeah, I’m good. You?"
I ask.
She shoots me a glare but doesn’t answer me.
Her face is getting red, and she’s starting to sweat.
I watch as she shifts positions again, crossing and uncrossing her legs.
She leans forward, pressing her thighs together even tighter.
I’m desperate for any advantage I can get, so I eye the seatbelt release button.
My hand inches over, and I look up to see if Jason is paying attention.
He’s not looking back here, so I make my move.
I stretch my arm out and grab the release button.
I press it in slightly, but it doesn’t click.
I know that if I do it fast enough, it will release her seatbelt before she realizes what’s happening.
But then the road curves sharply, and Jason swerves to avoid a raccoon running across the road.
Emily and I both gasp at the same time and grab onto our seats harder.
The raccoon runs right in front of us, and Jason slams on the brakes to avoid hitting it.
I pull my hand back, deciding not to cheat after all.
Emily didn’t even notice me trying to sabotage her, too busy pressing her hands between her thighs and rocking back and forth.
She’s shaking the whole backseat with her movements. I’m ashamed of myself for even trying to cheat.
This is Emily we’re talking about.
We’ve been friends since we were kids.
She’s like a sister to me, and I shouldn’t be trying to cheat her out of winning this stupid contest.
Instead, I focus on my own battle with my bladder.
The pressure in my bladder increases when we hit another bump in the road, and I groan loudly.
"Almost there," Jason says from the front seat.
"We’re only five minutes away."
Emily lets out a loud moan beside me, and I look over at her with sympathy in my eyes.
She’s breathing heavily now, her face red from holding her breath so long.
"Why did we even agree to this?" Emily pants, her voice strained.
"Because we're idiots," I reply, trying to sound light-hearted but failing miserably.
"Well, one of us is about to be a very wet idiot," she mutters, glancing at me with a mix of determination and desperation.