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“Alright dudes!” Alfred said, taking a seat and waving at the camera “Yall suggested I try out the new shooter game that was just released, and I’m not one to say no to a challenge!” He stated proudly, a glint of excitement in his eyes as the viewer count on his stream went up. “Now let’s stop wasting time, we’re here to game not chit chat, we do enough of that at the conferences as it is.”
While he was playing he occasionally took a sip of soda, the sugar helping him keep his mind active and energized “This isn’t even hard!” He said, leaning back and raising his feet onto the desk. “Oh, it gets harder?” She raised an eyebrow as he read the live chat “Nothings to hard for a hero!” He said matter of factly, smirking as he took another gulp of soda.
He didn’t even realize how much soda he drank, until he picked the cup up only to realize its empty. He sighed in frustration but decided to wait, he couldn’t risk losing while he’s AFK. The moment the round ended he got up “I’ll be right back chat, gotta refill the drinks!” And ran off the the kitchen, coming back with a huge bottle of coke. “I’ll keep this here just in case…” He muttered to himself, placing the bottle next to the monitor. The bottle was so big it made the desk shake when he placed it down.
Alfred sat back down just on time as another round was starting, immediately taking another big gulp of coke. It was honestly a miracle that he hasn’t gotten diabetes yet, seriously how is his heart still beating…
But it looks like Alfred underestimated how many drinks he could actually handle, because an hour into the stream he started feeling strangely full. And it wasn’t the fullness in his stomach after a meal, no this felt lower and much more uncomfortable. He came to the horrifying realization that he needed to piss, badly And his current sitting position was making it harder to hold in.
He straightened up and immediately regretted it as his bladder felt like a stretched water balloon. He opted for sitting slightly hunched with his legs crossed, an unusually serious expression on his face as he focused on not pissing himself on live.
The chat soon enough started noticing that something was off, as Alfred started loosing more and more. His eyes darted between the game and the comments, sweat dripping down his forehead “I-I’m okay!” He said, squirming in his seat “I-its just hot in this room, that’s all!” The chat clearly didn’t buy the excuse but Alfred just decided to ignore their questions for the sake of his sanity.
Tho even then he couldn’t stop the desperation, every once in a while, he would squeeze his thighs to stop any leaking that might happen. His cheeks were flushed red as the sweat kept on dripping until there was a noticeable wet spot on his chest. He bit his lip but even then he couldn’t stop the desperate sound that came from his throat. And the mic unfortunately picked it up, meaning the whole live heard it.
Welp, no going back now “O-okay!” Alfred yelled out, reading the concerned comments “Fine, I admit! I’m going to piss myself!” Any dignity he had left was officially gone.
He expected mocking comments, people bullying him and calling him pathetic. What he didn’t expect was for the chat to… Want him to piss on camera!?
His brain short circuited as he read through the comments, his cheeks turning even redder if it was even possible. “Y-you want me to what?” He gulped nervously, lips slightly parted as his eyes continued reading through all the horny comments. “I mean…” He stopped mid-sentence, thinking this through. He’s the hero, he cant just say no to a challenge! Especially not when there were people literally telling him they’ll pay him in chat if he does it. He took a deep breath and sighed, saying nothing as he grabbed the camera and tilted it downwards.
After a few seconds a noticeable wet spot started forming around his crotch, making him let out a shaky moan “Is this what yall wanted…?” He asked, not showing his face and instead keeping the camera pointed towards his lap. The wetness turned into a full blown puddle around his chair, some piss dripping down his legs all the way to his socks.
“Maybe I should make an only fans, eh?” He said jokingly, turning the camera back towards himself. “I mean imagine,” He grinned “Pissing myself for money.” That statement received a shit ton of comments begging him to start an OF saying they’ll pay him insane amounts of money to do so, some even promising they’ll doordash him lunch.
Alfred thought about it for a moment, before shrugging “I’ll think about it!” He didn’t say yes or no, but judging by his smirk he probably meant yes.