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Story based on true events. Names were changed to protect the guilty.

Augie was exhausted getting home from school. It had been a long day of writing, researching, and side courses that were largely inconsequential. The only thing keeping him going throughout the day was that he promised himself a study break with a favorite game of his, Siege.

Augie shedded his clothes from the day, wearing only his favorite blue and white briefs. He considered just hanging out in those while he gamed, but decided he'd probably get cold and put on a red tshirt and some grey shorts. With that, he went to the kitchen, got himself a big glass of water, and sat down to begin his gaming session.

He was quite thirsty after his long day, but Siege is quite demanding. Can't really drink while playing. In fact, with the timer ticking down and the long, but fast paced matches, there was hardly the ability to do anything else but play or at least pay attention. Even if you die, you have to check cameras for teammates. So, Augie made a deal withself. For every death, a sip. Every round loss, a sip. For match losses, a big gulp of water.

Augie began playing, and the first few matches went surprisingly well. So well in fact he had to break his own rules and drink even after wins. However, the third round was brutal. Straight losses, with deaths every round. Augie was saddened by his loss of luck, but at least was staying hydrated. After that match, he played another. He wasn't doing too bad himself, but his team was terrible. After five rounds, three of which losses and dying several times, Augie realized he was out of water.

Ever the thirsty goat, he got up to fill his big glass, a big mason jar. As he filled his glass, he could tell something else was filling. A dull feeling in his belly meant one thing; Augie had to pee.

"No big deal", he thought to himself, "I'll set my glass at my couch, go pee, and continue playing." But when Augie returns to his couch, he realized he set the game to search for a match, and it had found one! "Shit!", he sits, grabs his controller, only to pick and operator in time.

By the match's end, Augie forgot about his urge. The match went OK, it was a close match but he and his team clutched the win. With that he searched for another match.

About half way through this match, Augie's earlier urge made itself known. First as that dull feeling, but increasingly heavy feeling in his abdomen. With each loss, more drinking, and with every drink, more was added to his filling bladder. By the match's end, Augie was subconsciously bouncing his leg.

Augie had noticed, however, that the desperation had also made him concentrate better somehow. His performance was much better when he was at the point of just being slightly bouncy in his need to pee. He figured, "hmmm maybe I can hold a few more matches and then go."

The next match went good for him, personally, but his team was terrible. With every loss a drink and by now it felt like there was a direct line from his mouth to his bladder. Any moment of inactivity was met with Augie fidgeting with his crotch. When the match was unfortunately lost after he had been team killed, Augie's big drink resulted in an empty glass, but a now bulging and ever urging bladder. Augie, frustrated by his loss and his exceeding need to release his pent-up piss, decided that it was time to go and release.

Getting up upset the water balloon now urging to pop, nearly causing him to leak. In his efforts to grab himself to stop the spurt, he jolted a little, his thumb slipping causing him to join another match. Augie was mortified, as the screen went into operator mode: he had to play... and pee. Badly.

This match brought great difficulty for Augie. The enemy both took their time to infiltrate and were stealthy. Any stop in flow in game nearly caused a flow in his pants. Augie now was moving his full body in his seat, legs wildly fanning. He began making little groaning noises as he fought his enemies and his bladder.

The first leak came as he was killed while performing a late prep task. Shocked by his death, his concentration was pulled long enough. He managed to grab himself but the damage was done. He had a small mark on the bulging crotch of his tight shorts, and he could feel the slightly warm and damp briefs against his dick.

Making his way through the match's mid game, he squirmed and made little moans in desperation. "please please please... mmmnnn" he whimpered to himself. He fought on, barely able to aim. With death or any small break, he grabbed his damp crotch and squirmed wildly, face contorting as he groaned and moaned. On a couple occasions his need to hold himself went into game time, stealing time from the ability to make victory.

He picked up the controller. He was determined to hold on to the end. Only a few more rounds. He could make it. He *had* to make it.

His body had other ideas. A fast paced offensive map put Augie in a position to plant the defuser. Desperate to defuse, he shifted his concentration to far when...

*Spurt*

He shifted the hand not holding a button to hold his piss spurting dick through his shorts. He stopped it but not before his briefs grew more wet and his shorts a larger patch. "Shit" he hissed. He looked back at the game, only to watch his character get shot after planting. In the interim he didnt even care about watching cams. He held on for dear life.

Finally the last round. Augie hesistated, and any fellow teammate looking at him could see the spasming in his avatar as he struggled to keep his aim straight. Augie could feel an unbearable wave come on.

"mmmmmnnnghhhhh"

*Spurt*

"Please please... no no no"

*Spurt*

"just... one. more. round.... fuck!"

Augie felt as his final spurt led to a broken damn. He flooded his briefs and shorts. He felt his seat warm beneath him as he soaked his couch cushion. The sudden rush of relief made him stop in-game. Augie filled with an overwhelming since of relief as he listened to the steady hiss of piss in his shorts, warmth enveloping his crotch and lap. He was in bliss long enough to miss the red words display:

"Heartbreaking defeat"

A bladder breaking defeat more like.