Jay's Transformation (Male Weting) - for Dump Buddy



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Posted by Wet Marker on January 23, 2000 at 04:23

How about analysing this one for us, Dump Buddy? (or anyone else). I'd love to hear your expert thoughts.

The bellow from the driver at the front of the coach was like a knide through the heart of Jay Watson - "For the last time, we are NOT stopping this coach again!" There were a few groans and couple of obscenities muttered as several of the lads regretted the 'last pint' before setting off. Almost all of them wanted a piss, some worse than others but the news that they would definately not be stopping meant that they had no choice but to hold on. Presumably if one of them had hobbled to the front of the coach, stood crossed-legged and begged the driver to stop before it was too late, the miserable bastard might have relented - but none of the lads were going to subject themselves to that possible humiliation - far better to hang on in agony than act like such a wimp in front of everyone.

Nineteen year old Jay didn't realise that so many others were feeling quite as bad as him. Most of the other blokes on the coach were a little bit older than he was - he was always being referred to as the 'baby' of the football team and he didn't feel strong enough to demand that they stop. Surely if someone else had to go THAT badly, they'd force the driver to stop. He also didn't realise just how difficult it was going to be for any of the others to have to admit to being the first one not able to wait any longer.

The journey rumbled on and within fifteen minutes, Jay's bladder was screaming at him. He had to do something. Just sitting and suffering in silence was making it worse. He couldn't take his mind off his pressing need and he knew that sooner rather than later he'd HAVE to go. The possibility that he might 'go' in his trousers just couldn't be contemplated - it didn't happen to adult blokes. Of course he could hold it! But the certainty of that was shrinking bit-by-bit in his mind.

Like a wave of impending disaster, his whole body was suddenly racked with discomfort and for an awful moment he felt that he was going to wet himself there and then. The surge passed as quickly as it had arrived and now Jay knew that he had to say something. He turned to Dave sitting next to him and contentedly reading a magazine,
"I'm really dying for a piss, Dave"
Dave looked, unconcerned, "Didn't you go before we got on?" Jay felt his face flush as he had to explain his weakness, "Well, yes...em...I did, but, well, I need to go again, really badly" In despair, he added, "I can't hold on much longer!" Dave was even more dismissive, "Well you'll have to, no-one else seems that desperate and he won't stop just for you." Jay's quivering voice almost turned him into a whimpering five-year old, "Oh Dave, I'm bursting, I just can't wait!" Dave grinned and went back to reading his magazine, grumbling, "Stop moaning!"

He must have realised, thought Jay, just how badly he had to piss and yet he didn't seem to give a toss! The tone of their conversation must have attracted the attention of others because from across the aisle, Tim asked, "Does someone need a stop?" "No, he's alright," Dave replied without looking up. Jay couldn't believe his ears and yet incredibly he allowed the moment to pass. He was close to clamping his legs together and knew that he was fighting a losing battle. It would be a miracle if he made it now!
Frantic and fidgiting, he nudged Dave's arm, "I can't wait Dave, I'm going to piss myself." As well as being a pretty truthful statement, Jay hoped that this would make Dave understand just what state he was really in. His response was a bit more helpful than before. He looked across with a concerned stare and said, "Well go and tell the driver, quickly, before you do it!" Jay's heart was thumping and his bladder muscles were starting to spasm, "I'm going to have an accident any second, it's almost coming!" Dave sat upright, "Go and ask now! He'll have to stop, otherwise you'll do it on his floor!"

Jay stood up and shuffled past Dave, attracting the attention of everyone else, and he squirmed towards the front and approached the driver. Before he could reach him, the team captain, Barry, who was one of the oldest players at twenty-eight, caught his arm, "What's the matter?"
Jay was watery-eyed, "Please ask him to stop, I'm nearly pissing myself." Barry was not at all pleased, "You're a real nuisance, we all want to go, making a fuss just upsets the old git even more, can't you wait?" Jay was almost walking on the spot - "No, I can't, please, I' going to wet myself, I'm almost doing it in my trousers!" Barry's mate from the next seat groaned out loud, "Oh for godness sake! How old are you - four?". Barry stood up and eased Jay back towards his seat, "Go and sit down and I'll have a word with the driver again."

Jay hobbled, stiff-legged back to his seat and as he tried to sit down, he whispered to Dave, "I just can't wait no longer, what can I do?" "Try and hold it, they're going to try and stop for you." he replied. Several of the other lads were looking in his direction as Barry yelled back from the front, "About ten minutes to the next services, we're going to stop for a couple of minutes." There were several cheers and whoops of delighted relief but ten minutes was beyond Jay's endurance. Without addressing his remark to anyone in particular, he said, "It's too late, I can't help myself, I'm going to piss my pants, I've started to do it!" Dave turned towards him, now extermely agitated, "Don't wet yourself - you can't do that, everyone'll see you!" but Jay just responded with "Oh No! Please! No, not here!" He was gripping himself tightly, his thighs were trembling and he was almost bouncing up and down on the seat. He was tapping his feet on the floor and knocking his knees together, opening his legs wide and then clamping them back together. To add to his impending humiliation, Dave shouted out, "Hurry up and stop, we've got a pair of wet pants back here!" and he turned to Jay and told him, "Nearly there mate, you've almost made it!"
At this last comment, Jay, now a whimpering wreck whispered "I can't control myself, I'm doing it in my pants!", folllowed by a cry of, "Aaah, I've pissed myself!"

Half the nearby occupants of the coach were on their feet and as Jay felt a terrible scorching spurt into his underpants and all around his balls, the others watched as piss burst through the front of his jeans and suddenly spread out like a lake on the seat between his legs. Within seconds it was spreading across the tops of his trousers, darkening the material as the tops of his legs were glistening. The piss was running from the seat, splattering onto the coach floor and the wet stain was spreading down his legs as his jeans changed colour. The backs of his legs were also getting soaked and piss was running out of the bottom of his trouser-legs, through his socks and into his trainers. His trousers were steaming hotly and he was pissing so powerfully that a torrent of pee was jetting through his crotch and arching back into his lap, forming a puddle which rapidly seeped back through his jeans and into his pants. On the floor, the steaming puddle was quickly cooling and piss was trickling away in all directions.

All around Jay, there was muttering and seemingly some degree of panic as everyone saw that he had wet himself and some of the lads were lifting their feet and picking up bags to try and avoid the piss which was snaking all down the aisle and under the seats. Jay seemed oblivious for a few seconds about what had happened all around him and the driver, who had realised that something was going on, was quickly informed with a cry of, "Pull over soon mate, he's pissed himself back here!"

There was a crescendo of noise throughout the coach as the details of what had happened filtered through to everyone and suddenly, Barry was standing over poor, humiliated and defeated Jay. "I can't believe this. I told you we'd stop in a few minutes, I just can't believe you've pissed your pants, can't you control yourself?" Jay was almost in tears, "I told you I was desperate, you knew I had to go." he whined to either Barry or Dave.

The berating continued until the coach pulled in at the services and the next stage of Jay's humiliation began as he had to get off and head for the public toilets. Most of the blokes were anxiously jostling to hurry to the gents as Jay trundled behind them, his soaking jeans and pants clinging coldly to his wet legs. Less than three hours before, he'd matched his colleagues for their endeavours on the football field, been a hero when he'd scored goal number three and been chaired high by his team-mates. He wanted to sob when he realised what he was in their eyes now - a nineteen year old 'kid' who couldn't control himself and had pissed in his pants and jeans in front of everybody.

He knew that the torture was only just starting - his girlfriend (and everyone else's) would be waiting for the coach to arrive back, his bag of washing for his mum would have a bit more in than usual this time, and tonight's celebration down the pub would be...well, unthinkable.


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