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It was official. Yoongi has officially decided that he hated toilets.
He’s been living with Seokjin for a little over two weeks, and he finally understood the concept of using the toilet now....but he didn’t like it.
Using the toilet did not give him the blissful feeling of release that he got when he wet himself on the couch a few weeks ago. However, his fear of making Jin mad had made him force himself to use the toilet like a good hybrid, because that’s what Jin wanted.
The hybrid didn’t want to risk upsetting Jin because he feared that the human would return him to the shelter.
But Yoongi couldn’t get over the intoxicating thrill he got from releasing in his pants. It had felt like electricity shooting through his veins. It was like what he imagined sky diving would feel like.
The rush he got had him feel so lightheaded and dizzy, but in a good way.
The liquid had felt so warm as it spread down his pants, it kind of felt like a miniature bath for his thighs, that is until it started cooling.
And the sweet release that he got was so delicious. Yoongi never felt anything more satisfying than the feeling of his bladder deflating after feeling like it was seconds away from exploding.
Yoongi didn’t know what it was, but there was something about letting go right then and there that made Yoongi’s head spin. It felt so right, but also wrong at the same time. But the added shame and embarrassment only made the release that much more intense. He wanted to feel that again. He needed to feel that again. So he came up with a plan.
By now, the cat had a clear understanding of Jin’s work schedule. The man would leave the house around 8 in the morning and come home around 5pm. That meant that Yoongi had about nine hours alone until Jin got home. So Yoongi decided that meant he had 8 hours to use the bathroom anywhere but the toilet and one hour to clean before Jin got home.
Thinking about this made his stomach feel all tingly with nervous excitement. He eagerly ran to the kitchen, gulped a whole glass of water, and refilled it before taking it to his room. He then ran to the living room, told Jin he was feeling very tired and he was going to sleep, then he ran back to his room. The earlier he went to sleep the quicker it would be morning and he couldn’t wait for the morning.
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The next morning Yoongi woke up to the familiar feeling of an overflowing bladder. Before, this would have annoyed Yoongi, but now it excited him. He looked over at the digital clock on his night stand, it said 8:15am.
“Hyung!” Yelled Yoongi to make sure Jin was for sure gone already. “Hyung, are you home?” He shouted one more time.
He waited a full minute before sitting up on his bed. He was already a squirming mess and it hurt to hold it in. Every bone in his body was telling him to run to the bathroom, that’s what Jin had taught him to do, but that’s not what he wanted to do.
The cat reached over to his night stand and picked up the glass of water that was waiting there. He quickly jugged it all down and groaned in pain when he felt it fall straight into his bladder.
He pressed his legs together and shoved his hands between his thighs to try and help him hold it all in. But the pressure in his abdominal area was unbearable. He was rocking back and fourth letting small whimpers slip from his lips as the pressure between his legs grew. He needed to go so bad, he had never had to go this bad in all his life. He wanted to let it out, but his brain was telling him no.
The cat gasped loudly when he felt a spurt shoot out of the tip of his member and soak into his underwear. He squeezed his hands tighter into his legs, but the pressure wasn’t enough to hold back the flow. He quickly did the first thing he would think of and shoved his pillow between his legs. The added pressure helped and he was able to relax again, but not too much.
He was close to hyperventilating, and was beginning to regret his decisions. Seokjin would surely hate him if he found out about this. He should stop this and go to the bathroom.
A small dribble leaked out through the clenched muscle, causing Yoongi to hold his breath in shock. He began grinding down into the pillow to stop the flood, but it was useless. No matter how hard he pushed himself against the fluffy material, the dribble soon picked up in to a small stream and began forming a stain on the front of his pants.
Tears began slipping from Yoongi’s eyes and running down his cheeks, yet he let out a loud moan as the liquid continued to squeeze its way out against his will.
He gave up all hope and relaxed his muscles. There was no way he could make it to the bathroom anymore, even if he wanted to.... but he really didn’t want to.
The liquid burst out of him like a waterfall, instantly creating a noticeable stream that leaked from his pants and fell straight into the pillow.
Yoongi watched in disbelief, he hadn’t meant to wet his pillow, but it was too late now and it felt too good to remove.
He had planned on wetting the mattress only since Jin had put a mattress protector over it a few weeks ago, when he found out that Yoongi wasn’t toilet train. Jin didn’t know if, not being toilet trained, would also mean that the hybrid was prone to having night accidents, so to be safe he bought the mattress protector just incase.
However, Yoongi had a large and strong bladder, so the cat highly doubted that he would have a night accident. But he might as well put the mattress protector to good use since he already had it.
The cat moaned even louder when he felt the pillow getting soggy between his legs, he didn’t even have time to feel bad about the pillow because the intensity of his release felt too good, it was so hypnotizing.
He was peeing too fast for the pillow to soak everything up, so a puddle formed on the top and dripped off the sides on to the mattress below.
Yoongi groaned and watched as the stain on his pants and pillow grew even bigger, creating a huge puddle. His body felt like it was static and he loved every second of it.
If peeing in the toilet felt like this, he wouldn’t mind using it, but for some reason the toilet just didn’t have the safe affect. Maybe it was because Yoongi knew he should be using it.
The cat looked down at his puddle and let out a choked sob of pleasure when he felt his bladder was still half full. He’s never held his urine for this long before, so he was amazing by how much liquid he could hold. He had always know his bladder was bigger than the other hybrids at the shelter since he needed the least amount of bathroom breaks, but he never realized he could hold this much.
The cat tipped his head back and pressed his hips down into the pillow so he could feel the heavy material up against his crouch as it soaked up every drop he gave it.
Despite the feeling, none of this was sexual for Yoongi. This was purely and solely for the release. This sweet sweet feeling of release was something he had never experienced before. It was the same feeling people got from riding rollercoaster. It was about the rush of adrenaline that pumped through he veins. The cat could get drunk off this feeling.
The hybrid bit his lip to stop another moan from erupting from his lips, but he hummed in contentment when he felt his stream trickling out into a small dribble. He bucked his hips forward, making sure to push ever drop out.
Once he was completely empty, he shuddered in relief and collapsed backward on to his bed. He couldn’t wait to do that again, and luckily he still had seven hours to go.