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“Yes.”
Today Norway had the house to himself. All day the place would be empty. That meant he could have some fun. His favorite kind of fun.
The holding kind.
It’d been so long since he last had time and privacy to do a proper hold.
How long will I be able to hold it this time? he wondered, as he downed his first bottle of water. How much will I be able to drink before my stomach gets too full? How big will my stomach get? I love a good belly bulge. Will I make it to the toilet this time? Or will I let myself wet? Or wait until I can’t hold it anymore and have an accident?
All the thoughts excited him. He downed another bottle of water and changed into some more comfortable sweatpants and a light t-shirt. This was his favorite outfit for holding. The way the waistband pressed against his belly bulge always felt amazing.
As he sipped at the third bottle of water, he could feel the earliest stage of needing to go. How it excited him! Knowing full well that he would not be going anywhere any time soon. He put down a couple towels and sat on the floor before grabbing his laptop and searching the internet for good holding videos to make himself even more desperate.
It wasn’t long until he was starting to squirm. It felt so good! He didn’t quite have a belly bulge yet, but his stomach was hard to the touch. Another hour or two and he would feel that wonderful strain against his waistband that he loved so much.
He downed another bottle, as he felt his stomach filling to near capacity, but he knew he could get two more bottles down before he couldn’t handle anymore.
The thought nearly made him dribble. He grabbed himself and clenched his muscles tightly to stop the urge. Once it subsided, he drank another bottle.
My belly bulge is going to be so big!
He continued watching videos of other people holding. He watched them squirm and wriggle around as they giggled and moaned in delight. He could feel it now. His bladder pressing against his waistband. Such a great feeling of being so full! God, did he love it!
He pressed down on it, feeling the pressure made him squirm and clench his muscles as tightly as he could. Despite this, he still leaked a little. It dampened his sweatpants a bit, but he didn’t care.
He finished his final bottle and felt his stomach protest the entire time, but he didn’t mind. It meant he would be all-the-more desperate soon enough. And, oh, was he already desperate. Every few seconds he had to change position and clench his muscles.
He couldn’t even press down on his belly bulge anymore, it was too hard and refused to budge under his touch without fear of losing control. God, did it feel good. He wriggled and held himself, clenching down just to keep it inside him.
He never wanted this feeling to end, but he knew the time was coming. He never had a large bladder, despite how much he wished for it. Hearing stories of people that could hold for almost an entire day excited him so much. But he had to settle for his record of six hours. Which, if he could just hold on for another half an hour, he would break by fifteen minutes.
But he began to wonder if he could wait that long.
Will I be able to make it?
Thirty minutes never seemed so long. And he loved every agonizing minute. He watched the clock as every excruciating minute passed.
He spurted every few minutes now, but kept managing to stem his flow. His pants were damp around his crotch now and it was beginning to seep down toward his butt. It was so warm.
It was so tempting to just let go right then and there, but no. He would wait. He wanted to break his record. Once he did he could let it all out. All right there. Oh, yes. That sounded good.
Fifteen more minutes. He officially reached his record time. Regardless of what happened now, he would have a new record to beat next time.
Oh, how he wanted to let go, but no he wanted to keep holding, see how long he could go before his body gave in on him. Like it did last time.
Another ten more minutes and he couldn’t move anymore. Every muscle in his body was straining to hold back his flow.
He felt so full!
Finally, his body gave in. With a loud whimper, he flooded his sweatpants, unable to stem the flow any longer.
God, did it feel good to let go. The warmth quickly spread around his crotch and down to his butt before spilling into the pile of towels below him. He pissed so much, so quickly that the towels didn’t have enough time to absorb it all. Some of it pooled around him and spilled over onto the wooden floor below.
The sight made him so happy.
He tipped his head back in ecstasy to just enjoy the feeling of release.
It felt like ages before the hissing died down to a dribble and finally stopped altogether.
It felt so good.
However, when he opened his eyes he found Tino standing in the doorway, eyes wide with surprise.
Lukas just sat in his mess in shock. He did not hear him enter the house, nor step up to his door. Tino had always been light-footed though, so it did not seem impossible for him to have snuck up on Lukas.
How he wished he had closed his door.
“…So this is what you do when we aren’t around?” Tino tried to joke.
“Don’t tell a soul,” Lukas warned.
“I won’t,” Tino assured, throwing his hands up in defense.
“Especially the Dane,” he pushed.
“Of course not, he never lets anything go. I promise not to tell anyone.”
“Good.”
After a few seconds of silence, Tino awkwardly stepped away from the door.
“So, yeah, I’m just going to grab my bag that I forgot, and I’ll be going. I’ll leave you to your… hobby.”
“Shut up, Tino.”
“Okay. Bye.”
Lukas sighed as soon as he heard the front door slam shut. He was mortified to be caught in the act, but it wasn’t all bad. Tino was a man of his word and besides…
“At least it wasn’t Matthias.”