The Breaking Point
Frosz did a final check to make sure he was all prepared for the battle. His blue ears twitched and his stub of a tail was upright with anticipation to start. Pulling at the elastic in his pants and readjusting his goggles to make sure they were on just right he grabbed a full bottle of soda and started pouring it into two cups filling them fill they were about a centimeter from overflowing and then he twisted the top back on. He was about ready to grab his controller and turn on the game when he recalled the most important detail that would have made this whole endeavor pointless without it. He turned to the video camera behind him and turned it on. He made sure there was a tape in the machine and the plug was secure so it wouldn't have any reason to turn off. Finally he made sure to position the camera so it was positioned right at the TV.
"Everything looks perfect," panted Frosz with excitement. He was already exhausted any he hadn't even started yet. "I've done at least a dozen test runs and I know I can break the record."
"Are you still at it?" Frosz's brother said when he walked by the door.
"Yup," Frosz answered smiling. "I got everything ready and I'm going to beat Blessed Skies: Sun Crystal Radiance and Moonlight Promise III's record and post the video on my FurTube account."
"You've been saying that for the past month," his brother said. "You do realize the standing record is 18 hours, 36 minutes and 12 seconds. I have to admit I didn't expect you to get up this early to actually start it, but why are you using this old camera when you could just record it on the TV?"
"I want to make sure it is clean and absolute that none of the video was edited. That I played the game without pausing, resetting, or cheating in any way. Doing it like this I'll also be seen on the video so they'll know I haven't done anything but play since I started."
"What about going to the bathroom and stuff? You're drinking soda on top of playing the game and if you won't be able to stop at all you are going to have an accident. You might want to put on a diaper so you don't wet yourself and the carpet."
"I'm not going to wet myself," groaned Frosz. "I'm twelve and I am old enough to hold it."
"What about that one time at the park," he began to say.
"You try holding going to the bathroom when you are starting at a fountain that big," he complained.
"Then how about a side wager," said his brother with a grin.
"What did you have in mind?" asked Frosz curiously.
"If you can go without wetting yourself I'll do your chores for a whole month." Frosz was really surprised. A bet like that was not to be taken lightly and only possible if he was certain of victory. "However, if you wet yourself and I'm talking dripping pants and a yellow puddle beneath your butt wetting then you have to wear diapers for a month."
Frosz's cheeks turned bright right after hearing those words. He knew quite well that he did wet himself a lot more often then he cared to admit, but if he didn't agree to the bet it was the same as admitting defeat right there.
"Alright," he answered with a determined look on his face. "You're on!"
"Then the bet is on," he said heading back out Frosz's room.
"Aren't you going to stay and watch?" asked Frosz. "You want to make sure I don't cheat right?"
"I don't have to worry about that," he said. "You probably went already as part of your preparation so I got some time. And don't forget you are recording yourself so I won't miss a thing anyway." With that he left with a smirk that looked like he was already enjoying sweet victory.
Frosz grumbled a little at his brother's snide behavior, but pushed it to the back of his mind so he could concentrate on his game. He was set to press the record button, but stopped himself and rushed to the bathroom to go before starting.
While the cut scene played Frosz quickly refilled his cups with soda. He looked at the clock and saw two hours had passed and things were going very good. He was more or less on par with where the record holder was in terms of time. He stretched a bit, keeping an eye on the screen to make sure he didn't waste a second of playing.
"So far so good," he stated wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. "Haven't made a mistake yet and I still don't have to go at all." He stretched a bit before planting his butt on the ground and picking up his controller to continue. "But it only gets harder from here."
Hour after hour continued to pass as Frosz played through the game completing every side-quest and defeating every foe he came up against. At chance moments he drank a little soda to keep himself hydrated before returning to the game. All his preparation time had greatly helped him out, allowing him to shave seconds off the record holder's times. As he played his started squirming a little feeling his bladder pressure begin to rise. It was a little bothersome, but he held knowing it was hardly anything to worry about. He considered not drinking any more soda, but he kept sipping more out of habit.
"This is nothing," thought Frosz to himself. "I have less than ten hours to go. I can hold it!"
Hold it was the only thing he could do as the pressure in him increased the more his bladder filled. His squirming increased as he rubbed his butt on the ground and like he was doing a weird exercise. It was growing harder and harder for him to concentrate. He gritted his teeth as he put all he had into fighting the current boss while keeping himself dry.
"Die! Die! Die!" he chanted in an aggressive voice while mashing the attack button to deplete the last bit of health it had. When he succeeded he let out a howl of victory that could be heard throughout the whole house. He had forgotten at this point he was recording himself and that everything he did and saw was going to be on that tape. His brother grinned knowing he had to be aching to go at this point and knew it was only a matter of time before he'd have to answer nature's call.
It was at least a couple of hours since his need to go had caused him to stand on his feet and twist his legs to hold back his bladder. He was squirming uncontrollably, but he couldn't despite his need to go he was so close. He just had to power his way through to the end of the defeat the final boss. After that he could finally relieve himself to his heart's content.
As he entered the final boss's room he took a deep breath to try and clear his mind before the fighting started. The instant it began it was intense with attacks flying all over the place and perfect slit-second timing was required just to survive. It was hard enough to do without the need to go so bad. He began doing a weird dance with his feet bouncing about. His fur was getting ruffled and he never felt so achy since he got a stomach ache from too much candy.
The pressure only got worse as the fight neared the end and he was down to a smidge of health while the boss was on the verge of death as well. He saw an opening and ran for it putting all his efforts into it and got in the last attack he needed ending the battle and securing his victory. However, as he did so he finally let go over his bladder causing the warm golden liquid to flood out and soak his undies all around before seeping to his pants. The sensation felt so good, but he only thought it was the feeling of triumph as he clocked his victory at about two minutes quicker than the previous record. His potty dance instantly turned into a victory dance as the crotch of his pants darkened with urine and spread to his inner thighs and around to his rear and down the back of his legs. Even after wetting so much, he continued to go due mostly in part to the soda that he had finished down to nearly the last drop as evidence by the cups at his feet and the empty soda bottle on its side not too far away.
As the pee streamed down his legs to the floor it quickly made a stain and a puddle at his feet that he started to stomp and splash a bit in before it finally registered in his mind what was happening and his dance came to an embarrassing stop. His cheeks turned rosy with embarrassment that was only worse as he was still peeing and couldn't hold it in as it kept streaming down his legs. As he turned to the camera to see it had recorded the whole thing it and by the door was his brother grinning like he never left and now with a diaper in his hand.
"A bet's a bet and this one's a real tearjerker," he taunted knowing how close the bet had been. "I told you, you weren't going to be able to do it without pissing yourself and now I'm going to have to clean the mess up. I hope you're happy about it, puddles."
The mixture of anger and taunting upset Frosz and made his eyes water. He felt the last few drips splash on the floor as his bladder fully emptied, but the damage was done. After a moment to breath and look between the game, the camera, and his brother he was able to nod and respond. "I feel embarrassed and humiliated that I wet myself as well as while I was recording a video I have to post on FurTube. I feel even worse that I lost the bet and have to wear diapers for a month, but I have to be honest about one thing. It was worth it."
