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Tyler blinked open his eyes to find the flight attendant staring at him.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, but the captain’s put the seatbelt light back on.”
“Oh! Of course, sorry,” he apologized.
“And can you tell her as well?” She asked, gesturing to the girl who was asleep on his shoulder.
The flight attendant smiled and moved on to the next row. Tyler managed to fasten his seatbelt without extracting his arm from around his girlfriend, Elle. He really didn’t see the need to wake her - Elle hated flying more than anything else. She’d downed a bottle of Nyquil before the flight to ensure that she’d sleep through it, and apparently it was working. Choosing to let her keep sleeping, he pulled the blanket they had draped over them away and clicked her belt in place as well.
Once they were both buckled and covered by the blanket once again, Tyler observed his surroundings. Not much to see, really. Elle was sitting by the window, but had closed it to try to pretend that they weren’t actually several thousand feet above the ground. He had the aisle seat next to her. Glancing around, all he could see were people sleeping. Not surprising with a red eye flight, especially one that got delayed two hours from its original start time.
Tyler also became aware of just the faintest twinge from his bladder. Hardly even noticeable, and definitely nothing worth stirring Elle over. He looked down at her and smiled, quickly kissing her forehead before settling back against the seat and falling asleep again.
The next time he awoke, it was to the sound of the drink cart as it reached his row.
“Oh, um, water please,” Tyler ordered in his half-asleep state.
As the attendant handed him the small glass of water, he realized water really wasn’t what he needed right now. His bladder was sending him a more urgent signal now. Apparently, that large lemonade and bottle of water he’d had during the delay at the airport were finally catching up to him. Nonetheless, it was a small glass, and he drank it quickly.
Tyler tensed in surprise when Elle turned a bit in her sleep, groaning as she repositioned herself. Then he realized what it was - Elle had taken the Nyquil before they’d found out their plane had been delayed and, if his math was correct, it was probably starting to wear off. Ignoring the complaints from his bladder, Tyler refused to risk waking her. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He leaned back, trying to force himself to fall back asleep so he could ignore his need for a bathroom, but he couldn’t. While he was not desperate by any means, he had to go, and he was borderline uncomfortable.
Suddenly, the plane jolted a bit, and Elle started awake with a small yelp. It wasn’t until Tyler gently squeezed her arm that she seemed to realize where she was.
“What was that?” she anxiously questioned him.
Tyler smiled and moved his arm from around her shoulders to grab her hand. “Just turbulence, honey. Nothing to worry about.”
As if on queue, the plane shook again. Elle tensed and shut her eyes tightly.
“I hate flying,” she whimpered as she fell against Tyler, latching onto his arm desperately.
“I know,” Tyler chuckled as he turned slightly in the seat, bringing his left arm around to rub her back. “It’s okay, though. Everything’s fine.”
Elle gasped when the plane jarred once again, tightening her grasp around his arm. Tyler continued to try to comfort her, but he could use that bathroom now. Not that it mattered - the seatbelt light was still on, so he couldn’t get up, and even if he could have, he wouldn’t because he could not leave Elle alone at the moment.
Eventually, after many reassuring statements, the plane stopped shaking for a long enough period of time that the captain deemed it okay for passengers to get up once again. Elle’s eyes snapped open at the ding of the seatbelt light turning off, and she slowly sat up.
“The captain seems to think so,” Tyler answered her as he undid his seatbelt to relive some of the pressure against his bladder.
Elle bit her lip and glanced around. “I-It’s not going to start again, is it?”
She blushed and lowered her gaze to her lap. “I-I kind of… need to go to the bathroom…”
“Oh.” In truth, Tyler had been about to stand up and go himself, but with her sudden confession, he found chivalry outweighing his need. Laughing lightly at the embarrassment his girlfriend of two years still showed about such things, he quickly kissed her cheek. “Go ahead. You’ll be fine.”
Elle still looked worried, but apparently her need was greater than her concern. Tyler stood up slightly to allow her to climb into the aisle, wincing at the sudden pressure this put on his bladder. As soon as he could, he sat back down; clenching his muscles tighter as he prayed Elle didn’t take long, since someone else had apparently made it to the bathroom at the front of the plane.
Constantly glancing backwards to see if the occupied light was off yet, he impatiently waited. A since of relief washed over him as Elle left the stall, but that relief was quickly replaced with dread as the plane shook once again. As the signature ding of the seatbelt light went off, he stood up and quickly made his way back to Elle, who was now frozen in fear. He held out his hand and she grasped it tightly, allowing him to gently lead her back to their seats.
Elle slid in first, allowing her boyfriend to make one longing glance backwards to the bathroom before he sat down next to her.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t think we’d hit anymore turbulence if - ”
“No, it’s alright,” she interrupted. “You had no way of knowing.”
Tyler smiled just as an announcement came on announcing that since the flight conditions were rougher than they’d originally expected, all seatbelts should remain on until the end of the journey.
Tyler’s bladder spasmed and he impulsively tensed his thigh muscles. Glancing at his watch, he realized that was going to be nearly 2 hours – a feat he could only pray would be manageable.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” Tyler fibbed.
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You look… nervous, I guess.”
He managed to smile. “No. I’m fine.”
Elle smiled back and leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his torso. Deeming that Elle was okay for now, he closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep, hoping that the time would pass quicker, or at the very least, that he’d be able to ignore the fact that he had to go.
Tyler wasn’t sure if he’d fallen asleep or not, but he opened his eyes again to the sound of Elle’s voice. Apparently he had, as the drink cart was on its second round. Glancing at his watch, he realized there was only about an hour left in the flight.
Tyler glanced at his watch – an hour left. He ordered energy drink without a second thought. He had to drive back home after they landed at the airport, and he’d need to be awake for that.
‘Only one hour. That’s easy enough,’ Tyler thought in his head. ‘Sure, I have to go pretty bad, but it’s not like I’m having to hold myself or anything. I’ll be fine. I can go as soon as we land. No worries.’
Deciding to wait a while before he opened the drink, he sat it in on the tray in front of him and leaned back. He’d wait until there was only about 15 minutes left in the flight; if he was too desperate, he could wait until after they’d landed and he’d had the chance to relieve himself to drink it. He turned to look at Elle, who was now listening to her IPod. She appeared calm, but one of her hands was still tightly clasped onto his. He grabbed one of the ear buds from her and placed it in his own ear. She giggled and leaned back against his shoulder, pulling the blanket around them both.
Forty-five minutes passed in the blink of an eye it seemed like. With only about 15 minutes left in the flight, his need was no worse than it had been when he’d ordered the energy drink, so he popped it open and chugged it over the next five minutes, tossing it away when the trash bag was paraded down the aisle again.
Five minutes after that, Tyler came to the conclusion that that energy drink was the biggest mistake of his life. As his bladder began to pulse more urgently, he began to seriously regret drinking it. He felt twice as full as he had before and he was now having to clench his thighs together almost constantly to hold his need back.
It took a moment for Tyler to realize that Elle had spoken to him, but when he did, he removed the ear bud and turned to look at her. “Hmm?”
“What’s wrong?” she questioned worriedly. “You’re very… fidgety.”
Tyler was sure he was blushing. He hadn’t realized it was noticeable enough for Elle to catch on. “I-I…”
She sat up as he tried to stammer out an answer, but he really didn’t want to admit to her how truly desperate he now was. She sat up, the blanket falling off of them as she did.
Tyler opened his mouth to try to answer, but he didn’t have to. At that moment, a huge urge hit him, his bladder contracted, and he instinctively grabbed his crotch. He closed his eyes and groaned quietly, half in desperation, half in embarrassment over having Elle see him like this. When he opened them again, she was staring at him in complete shock.
“I-I’m sorry, Elle,” he apologized quietly. “I-I need to… I’m sorry - ”
She grabbed his hand comfortingly. “Why didn’t you go earlier? When the seatbelt light was off?”
“I was going to,” he explained. “But then you had to go, a-and someone was in the other stall.”
Tyler hesitated. “I haven’t been since we checked in our luggage, but I didn’t actually need to until a couple of hours ago.”
Elle gasped. “And you still let me go ahead of you?”
“Well, yeah. I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable…”
“But you already were uncomfortable!”
He couldn’t argue with that logic. “I-I’ll be fine. I can go when we land.”
Tyler shrugged as if this was no problem, but inside, he was sure it was going to be at least somewhat of a problem. Back underneath the blanket, he was currently squeezing himself while he still had the chance to do so unseen. He was definitely desperate now, and the more he thought about it (and by now, thinking about it was pretty much inevitable) the worse he had to go. Soon though, they were being told to return their chairs to the upright position and fold up their tables. Elle, who was simply trying to get their items together, pulled the blanket out of there laps and began to fold it up, but not before she’d caught her boyfriend frantically holding and rubbing himself through his pants in an attempt to hold on until they’d gotten off the plane.
Elle gasped, flushing to a bright pink. “Oh, I-I’m sorry! I didn’t – “
“I-It’s alright,” he assured her. “It’s not your fault. I-I shouldn’t have been… I… Sorry.”
She hesitated, trying to think of something reassuring to say. “You can make it, right? It won’t be long…”
“Yeah,” he nodded, trying to convince himself just as much as her. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
Not long. He just had to wait. There wasn’t another option. He fixed his clothing, then folded up the blanket, all the while trying to act like nothing was wrong. However, when he bent over to grab the bag to put the blanket in it, his bladder flinched violently, and he found himself once again holding himself as tightly as he could.
“Here,” Elle spoke up, noticing her boyfriend’s discomfort. “I’ll get it. You just relax.”
‘If only’, he thought. There was no way he could relax. He didn’t realize things could get so bad so quick. Perhaps he’d just adjusted to the privilege of being able to secretly hold himself, while meanwhile his desperation had been building, and now there was nothing to stop him from losing it other than his weakening muscles.
“A-Are you alright?” he managed to ask Elle as the plane started to descend.
She nodded unconvincingly. He took her hand and squeezed it, partially for comfort and partially because he was aching to relieve himself by now. As the plane reached the ground, the force seemed to pull on his bladder, stretching it even more until he was sure he was going to lose it.
‘Oh, God, please,’ he silently prayed. ‘Please just let me make it to the bathroom. Please don’t let me wet myself like a child in front of all these people. In front of Elle…’
Eventually, the plane came to a stop, and people stood up to retrieve their bags from the overhead storage. Elle stood up as well, glancing down at Tyler, unsure of what his plan was.
Tyler took a deep breath. “W-We should wait. You know, until there’s… no one in the aisle.”
Elle understood her boyfriend’s hidden plea and sat back down, observing him warily. He kept his hands gripped tight on the armrests, periodically squeezing them even harder whenever a serious need hit him.
“Um, honey, why don’t you hold the bag?” Elle suggested. “In your lap.”
Realization of his girlfriend’s idea dawned on him and he nodded enthusiastically. Elle passed the bag to him and he laid it across his lap, keeping one hand underneath to hold himself. By this point, this provided little relief. He just had to get to a bathroom now. He’d never been even remotely this desperate before, and besides the fact that he was worried about embarrassing himself in front of any and everyone, he was beginning to wonder if this might be hurting him. It couldn’t be good, that was certain, but could it cause damage? Would it be better to just let go to ensure he didn’t injure himself in some way? It might be worth the stares if he could get the peace of mind that would come with knowing he was not harming himself, if he could just relax right now, move his hand away, relax and –
Too late, he realized how his thoughts were running away. He quickly shoved his other hand under the bag as well to hold back the impending flood. No, wetting himself was not an option. He’d be able to go in just a few minutes. He could wait… even if it was becoming unbearably painful.
“Is there anything I can do?” Elle whispered in his ear.
Tyler gulped and shook his head, but Elle wasn’t taking no for an answer. They were at the back of the plane, and only the first couple of rows had gotten off. She decided there were still enough people on the plane to buy them at least five minutes. She pulled of the jacket of Tyler’s that she’d been wearing and laid it over his lap, discretely sliding a hand underneath it. Tyler had just enough time to look at her questioningly before he let out a loud gasp.
“Wh-what are you doing?” he hissed as her fingers lightly skimmed across the front of his pants.
“Helping,” she replied matter-of-factly.
He felt the waistband of his sweatpants being pulled down, the fabric of his boxers being repositioned, and then her hand -
Tyler bit the inside of his cheek so hard he was sure he’d draw blood. Her hand stroked his length a few times and he gasped quietly, shutting his eyes and clenching onto the arm rests until his knuckles were white. A moment later, she stopped and wrapped her hand around him, squeezing carefully.
Tyler gulped. “Y-Yes, actually.” It did help. It helped immensely. He was able to relax quite a bit and he breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Thanks, babe.”
Elle smiled. He tightened his grip on the coat to ensure it didn’t slip and reveal what was going on underneath.
“Okay, can you manage?” she asked again when the plane was nearly empty.
Taking a huge, deep breath, he nodded and slowly began to stand up. No sooner had he gotten into an upright position than a spurt escaped him and he found himself bent at the knees, one hand between his legs while the other gripped onto the bag tightly.
“Let me get the bag,” Elle offered.
“No!” Tyler panicked, quickly standing back up, only to have another, longer spurt escape. “Y-You don’t… have to do th-that.”
“But…” Elle began. “Honey, I really don’t mind. You don’t need the extra pressure of – “
“N-No,” he stammered as he finally managed to stand up normally. “I-I’ve got it.”
Elle continued to observe him warily. Tyler swung the messenger bag over his shoulder, and inevitably, Elle caught a glimpse of the crotch of his gray sweatpants, now turned charcoal from the earlier leaks. Tyler looked down to where her gaze had fallen. He repositioned the bag, blushing as a wave of horror rushed through him.
“Elle, I… I’m… I mean, I’m sorry. I couldn’t – “ he attempted to explain.
Elle flushed a pale pink and avoided his gaze as she grabbed his hand and led him to the front of the plane.
‘Of course,’ Tyler gulped. ‘She’s embarrassed to be seen with me. It makes sense. Here I am, 19 years old, in the process of wetting myself like a child.’
The voices of the flight attendants telling him to have a nice day were lost to Tyler. He was focused only on his bladder, on making it to a bathroom. He tried not to squeeze Elle’s hand too tightly, but whenever a sudden urge hit, he found his fist clenching around her fingers while he had to remind himself not to grab his crotch publicly.
‘I can’t do this,’ he panicked. ‘What am I going to do if I just can’t hold it anymore?’
“There are the bathrooms,” Elle jarred him from his concerned train of thought.
Tyler looked up and practically gasped in relief. The blue sign signaling the men’s bathroom was only about 30 feet away. He was going to be fine. He could do this. He’d –
“Oh…” Elle mumbled as they approached the door, only to see it closed for cleaning.
Tyler groaned, the hand not holding Elle’s diving into his pocket to gain some relief.
“I’m sorry, honey,” his girlfriend said sympathetically as she released his hand and began to walk towards the women’s bathroom.
“W-Wait! Wh-What are you doing?” he stammered.
Elle blushed. “Well, I-I need to go again…”
Tyler gaped at her, silently begging her to wait.
“I won’t be long,” she assured him, crossing her legs slightly and anxiously biting her lip.
He clenched his eyes shut as well as his legs. “P-Please hurry. I-I can’t – “
“I will!” she promised as she rushed into the women’s restroom.
Tyler groaned and fell back against the wall just in time to hold back another spurt. His hand reflexively flew to his crotch, holding himself for all he was worth. He bent over at the waist, praying that he could make it to the next set of bathrooms. They couldn’t be far. They just couldn’t be. He’d never had to go so bad in his entire life, and while the airport was empty for the most part, he didn’t want anyone to see him in wet pants and the way things were going, it seemed someone was bound to notice. Was it the walking that was making it worse? Even if it was, it wasn’t as if he could just not walk. Hell, he’d run if he could do so without losing it, but –
Tyler jerked around to the sound of Elle’s voice. He quickly righted himself, feeling his face heat up as he tried to stammer out an apology, only to realize no words were coming out of his mouth.
“L-Let’s keep walking,” Elle suggested.
They walked in silence, no longer holding hands as Tyler was now too focused on his bladder. They continued through the wide hall until they reached the escalator.
“Wait!” Elle stopped him just as he began to step on it. “Let’s go this way. It’s quicker.”
Tyler spotted her nodding to another, smaller escalator. He didn’t even question it; Elle had more traveling experience than he did, so she must know what she was talking about.
As they reached the top of the escalator, Tyler found himself in a long, blank hallway – no small gift shops or restaurants, just a wide, open space. He’d only taken two steps when he gasped loudly and froze, suddenly thankful that they were alone in this part of the airport, for he was surely about to lose complete control.
He nearly collapsed to his knees in an effort to maintain at least some small shred of dignity. His hands were frantically squeezing as his groin, his teeth biting into his lip. He managed to look up and see Elle blushing again, looking
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