Aithyr grumbled to himself as he caught sight of the line for the bathrooms at the convention center, stretching all the way around the corner. The tall dragon had been fortunate enough to get an almost front-row seat at that last set of demos, but that meant he had been one of the last people out when it had ended, and he could still see others getting in line for the men's room. The publisher had shown off a whole set of games, which was great to see – but it had taken so long that by the end of the presentation he had been completely unable to keep still in his seat from how badly he had to piss.

The convention's lax dress code made for some interesting sights among the crowd, in addition to some of the incredibly elaborate cosplayers that Aithyr passed as he headed for the back of the line. He, however, was just wearing some normal clothes: a green and white bandana around his neck, a pink hoodie, and a pair of khaki shorts – though someone had asked him earlier if he was cosplaying as some character from some anime he'd never heard of. Most of his scales were steel blue in color, with a cream-colored front, underside, and wing membranes, his loose hoodie covering up most of his muscular body. The hoodie was largely open on the back for his wings, and his horns were the main reason he kept the hood itself down. Finally, his tail and lower legs were bare, revealing the line of gray spikes running along his tail and the black toe-claws that matched the ones on his fingers.

The bulge in his shorts was completely covered by both of Aithyr's hands as he held himself while he hurried along, paying little attention to the other convention-goers that his wings brushed against along the way, his convention badge swinging back and forth over his chest. Finally reaching the back of the line, Aithyr stood behind a blue-scaled dragon dressed in a foreign-looking outfit involving a skirt and a jacket with fluffy cuffs, cosplaying as a character from a video game. Raising an eyebrow, Aithyr double-checked the dragon who seemed to be in much the same predicament as Aithyr: hands over his crotch, teeth gritted, legs crossed and bouncing on his feet. He had no headwear, and his long white hair ran down the back of his neck and over the collar of his jacket. A cloak with a custom-made crest matching the style of the original game matched the design on the buckler the man had strapped to his left arm, which helped hide his crotch from view but made his need for the bathroom no less obvious.

"Hey, Yira," Aithyr greeted his friend. He must've been in the same presentation and Aithyr hadn't noticed.

"Wha?" Yira asked, turning around, the convention badge around his neck swinging as he did. "Oh, hey, Aith! I hope you're not expecting me to give up my spot in the line." The line shifted forward, and both Aithyr and Yira shuffled along awkwardly as they tried to keep up.

"Are you offering?" Aithyr tried to joke, though it was hard to do with one eye shut tight as he grimaced.

"Fuck no, I'm literally squeezing more foreskin off Aith, I literally can't," Yira insisted with a shake of his head, his legs trembling.

Aithyr pressed both hands into his crotch more firmly as his bladder protested at being denied release for so long. He leaned around the squirming costumed dragon in front of him to try and gauge the length of the line, but with it going around the corner it was impossible to tell. They took another step forward, and Aithyr felt himself step in a wet spot on the floor, looking down sharply. The tiled floor had a yellow puddle that he quickly took his foot out of, but it was a small puddle, barely a few inches across. Someone ahead of him must have leaked, but only briefly...

Catching motion out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Yira shifting his leg, and spotted the tip of the blue dragon's uncut cock sticking out from under the skirt. It was pressed up against his inner thigh as though it was getting tucked through the leg-hole of his underwear, and Aithyr watched as Yira glanced off somewhere to his side before lifting that leg just a little bit and letting out a brief spurt of urine that splashed onto the floor, leaving another small puddle. Yira grimaced as he clenched to stop anything more than the controlled gush from coming out, hands gripping himself through his skirt again, but no-one else seemed to notice. 

"Bro," Aithyr muttered to Yira. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Aith, shut the fuck up," Yira hissed back with a glance over his shoulder, "I really need this right now...!"

While Yira tried to keep his motions subtle, Aithyr could barely keep still at all, even with his legs crossed, squirming in place incessantly, hopping forward when the line moved again instead of risking uncrossing his legs, dodging the puddles Yira left behind from his periodic small releases. It was bad, but he could hold it without having to resort to such measures, surely; the line did seem to be moving at a decent pace...

His confidence evaporated the moment he felt another spasm hit him and he nearly doubled over, quickly putting his left hand on the wall next to him to hold himself up. But with less pressure on his loins he couldn't stop himself from leaking a bit, and felt hot fluid squirt onto his right hand and soaking the front of his shorts along the way. In a panic he brought his left hand back, succeeding at stopping himself from leaking any more at the cost of getting both hands wet as he squeezed his cock through his clothing. Shuddering a little as he felt the wetness spreading over his crotch through the fabric, he gripped his dick firmly with his right hand, then placed his left overtop of it to squeeze just a little harder.

Feeling another pang of desperation in his abdomen, he pressed both hands into his crotch again, shuddering in place as his eyes shut tight. He couldn't stop another squirt of piss spraying his hands and soaking his shorts even more, but he was able to keep it from being any more than that with a hard clench of both hands, crossing his legs even more tightly. Opening just one eye, he saw some space and hopped forward again, using his tail for balance. He needed to take his mind off of it somehow and tried to look around for something – anything – to distract himself. Some display or stall or a game or a cool cosplayer or... or anything...!

"Are you going to be all right?" Aithyr heard from behind him, catching his attention.

"Y-Yeah, don't worry about me," a second voice replied to the first, though it sounded quite distressed.

Aithyr glanced over his shoulder to see who the speakers were, spotting a pair of dragons right behind him. The first was a wingless, scrawny nerd whose square-framed glasses hooked onto his ear-fins, a small pair of horns standing from his brown hair, his scales green with a yellow front. He had a white sweatshirt and a pair of gray track pants on and one of the generic convention badges around his neck that identified him as "Laurie". While he was merely at the point of shifting from one foot to the other, his friend was in much more dire straits: a green-eyed, orange-and-white-furred a dragon with big external ears, his loose black hoodie and equally baggy jeans mostly concealed how thin his frame was. A big tuft of white fur stuck out from the top of his hoodie, and his orange mane ran down the back of his head, under his clothes, and back out along the top of his tail all the way to a big tuft at the tip. He had a much fancier, customized badge with a cartoony version of himself and the name "Revin" printed neatly on it, which was swinging back and forth as its owner hopped back and forth with both hands grabbing at his crotch, staring cross-eyed up at the ceiling.

"Maybe we should try and look for another bathroom?" Laurie suggested.

Revin shook his head. "We've gotta go for this one. It feels like I'm going to explode. I'm barely holding it in, it's like there's this pressure inside me that's trying to get out...!"

Laurie suddenly looked a lot more worried, his tone growing equally concerned. "Are you gonna make it? I don't want you to have an accident!"

"I'll be fine, I've had to hold it before," Revin replied through gritted teeth to try and reassure his friend as he hopped back and forth in place. "But fuck me, I've really gotta go...! It's like I'm fighting my own muscles trying to keep it in!"

Aithyr grimaced and looked away; hearing someone else going into detail about their own desperation certainly wasn't helping his, and he barely staved off another leak with a firm squeezing of his crossed legs. The line had moved again and he awkwardly hopped into the space behind Yira, noticing another small puddle on the floor that Yira had left.

He wasn't the only one to notice either, as Aithyr heard the duo behind him again. "Ugh, is that...?" Laurie wondered aloud.

"Yeah, someone's been leaving splashes. Look. Nnh..." Revin's voice came, ending in a wince of his own.

Evidently, Yira heard them talking too and looked back, his eyes meeting Aithyr's for a moment. Both of them looked at each other holding their crotches, and Yira glanced over to the last puddle he had left on the floor. "Don't give me that look. I REALLY need to go right now," Yira grunted, bouncing on one foot with his legs crossed. Huffing and taking a breath, he complained, "Why is this line so long? Is there only one fuckin' urinal in there or what? I'm just about at my limit, I shouldn't have drunk all that-"

Another wave of desperation overcame Yira, and Aithyr's own bladder reacted in kind, his quick squeezing of his hands only just barely preventing more than a few drops from escaping. Yira's struggles were greater, and he hissed quietly, starting to tug his skirt up a bit. This time, however, it didn't go unnoticed, and one of the convention security staff came over to give Yira an earful. The uniformed fox ranted about how just because the convention was for adults didn't mean he could be indecent, spoke over Yira's protestations, and warned him that he would be thrown out if the security guard caught him again. 

"Dude, fucking add more bathrooms, I'm literally peeing myself right now!" Yira snapped.

"Are you?" the security guard asked bluntly.

"Figuratively literally, but it'll be literally literally in a minute!" Yira groaned out. It went back and forth a little longer before Yira reluctantly reached under his skirt to tuck his dick back into his underwear, then tried to just cross his legs and mumbled apologies until the guard left, only to flip him off once his back was turned.

Yira went back to gripping at his crotch through the front of his skirt, his dancing growing more desperate as time went on, hopping from left to right any time he wasn't moving forward. Ultimately it wasn't enough; Yira grimaced and his knees buckled, while Aithyr struggled behind him. Aithyr saw Yira glance to the side, only to curse quietly that he was being watched. "Fuck, no, I..." he began, bouncing in place and shuddering. "Fuck...! Not right now, not right now... PLEASE hold it, please...!" Gritting his teeth, Yira struggled in vain before suddenly dropping into a low squat and lifting up the front of his skirt, letting out a struggling groan. It was just out of Aithyr's sight but it seemed that Yira was soaking his own underwear, as the resulting cascade of piss onto the floor came as a wide and thick stream dripping from the lowest point on his underside rather than spraying out in front of him.

Aithyr stared wide-eyed, watching Yira struggle to hold the squat. "Do you need some help?" he offered sarcastically.

"Fuck off," Yira grunted. With a gasp, a shiver ran through him from head to tail-tip as his bladder uncontrollably voided itself into his own undergarments, the puddle underneath him getting big enough to reach his own feet and keep spreading. 

"It's not going to ruin your costume, is it?" Aithyr asked, though he was mostly trying to make conversation to take his mind off of his own desperation. The sight before him both helped and didn't; feeling his cock swell a little against his hands, Aithyr knew his arousal would make it a little easier to hold his bladder, but seeing Yira getting his relief outweighed it.

"No, I'm keeping it dry," Yira replied, gasping, lifting the front of the skirt a little more for a brief moment. He tried to push himself back to his feet – Aithyr had to assume he was done, but he was still dripping a steady flow of golden piss onto the floor. "Ugh. It's all over my legs! Just hope I can clean myself at the sinks well enough..."

The line had moved forward again, but Aithyr had a hard time keeping up with it due to how badly he had to piss, especially while trying to avoid getting his feet any wetter by stepping around the big puddle Yira had left behind. "At least you're not that guy, right?" he heard Laurie remark behind him, but Aithyr wasn't sure how long that would remain true for himself, let alone for Revin.

Aithyr managed to catch up to Yira, but only just barely, and then had to lean on the wall as he fought off another wave of need from his bladder, trembling in place. Was he going to make it? Or was he going to end up pissing himself in front of a crowd like Yira had done? All the people who had watched Yira's accident were still around, probably just to see if he was going to do the same...! He felt a squirt against his palms through his soaked clothes, but kept fighting, clenching his exhausted muscles hard. By some miracle he managed to outlast the wave of desperation, but only just barely, and he was left panting for breath as he regained control.

"Nnnnnh..." he heard Revin groan, and unsure if that was the sound of the furred dragon losing his fight or not, Aithyr risked a glance over his shoulder. Revin was still holding on, if only just barely – he had moved his hands inside of his jeans, the button open and the zipper partway down to give enough slack for him to shove both arms inside, allowing him to grab himself more directly.

"Are you gonna make it?" Laurie asked, holding an arm around Revin, trying to ignore his own need but still squirming about in place.

"Yeah," Revin replied in an unconvincingly high-pitched voice, taking a few breaths. "I'm still good, I'm not... I... fuck...!"

Revin gave a shiver from head to toe that made his tail lash wildly, his legs buckling a bit only for Laurie to hold him up. "Are you okay?"

"I..." Revin managed before groaning, squeezing his legs more tightly together. Aithyr saw Revin's jeans darken at the front, but only a little, and soon the furred dragon was gasping. "I... I'm good, I've got it under control," Revin panted, only to give another full-body shiver mere moments after making that statement. "Nnnh...!"

Aithyr saw the wet patch on Revin's pants grow larger again, the furred dragon clenching his legs more tightly to delay the inevitable. Again, he stopped a full-on leak with only a spurt seeping through, but Laurie was noticeably worried, and started leading Revin forward, a cue for Aithyr to shuffle ahead as well into the space ahead of him. "Come on, just a bit longer," Laurie tried to reassure Revin.

"I know, I can... I can hold it..." Revin asserted, only to stumble in mid-step as they moved around Yira's puddle. "I can...!" Revin groaned out, but he couldn't; he sank to his knees on the floor as he lost his battle with his bladder and the wet patch on his jeans grew rapidly in size. Fretting, Laurie glanced around, unsure what to do, while Revin's struggling grunts transitioned into a low moan as he gave in to the sensation and stopped fighting, his shoulders sagging. "Oh fuck," Revin gasped out, and Aithyr could have sworn he saw Revin's tail swish once. He kept his hands in his jeans regardless, the denim soon so saturated that a heavy stream dripped from the bottom and onto the floor, making another puddle that soaked into the legs of his jeans as he knelt.

"Should've just gone on the floor," Yira muttered from ahead of Aithyr. "Now he's gonna have to get those jeans washed."

Aithyr shuddered again from the sight of another person's relief, his own body screaming for it. He pressed both legs around his hands as tightly as he could, squeezing hard at his own dick, but the pressure in his belly was getting too intense to contain for much longer. "W-we should get going," he heard Laurie tell Revin, and glanced back despite his better judgment, seeing the furred dragon still kneeling in a puddle of his own urine, his orange hair covering his eyes as he hung his head.

"You still need to go," Revin pointed out as he breathed heavily, the urine dripping from the bottom of his pants gradually slowing, "We'll stay in line."

"But you're soaked...!"

"I'll be fine, it's not the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me," Revin replied, forcing a grin as he slowly got to his feet, piss dripping from his pant legs. "I don't want you to end up like this too."

"Neither do I, but..."

Revin spread his legs a bit and looked downwards, pushing his hands out and stretching out the waistband of his underwear, which Aithyr could now see was striped green and white. "Yeah, I'm totally soaked," Revin remarked as he surveyed the damage, and Aithyr couldn't resist taking a peek, leaning over a little bit: the furred dragon had a sheath and Aithyr could just barely see the top of his balls, the fur over them matted with urine. Yet Revin's cock was stiff and standing from its sheath, the tapered pink length easily visible to Aithyr and Yira... and to Laurie.

"Uh," Laurie began, lowering his voice as he glanced around nervously, but not enough to stop Aithyr from hearing. "Why are you... er... hard?"

Revin quickly let his underwear snap back against his waist, though his erection tented the yellowed wet fabric regardless. "Well... it was kinda hot..." Revin admitted sheepishly in an equally quiet voice.

Laurie whined and bounced in place with his hands clutching himself through his sweatpants. "How is this hot?" he hissed in disbelief. "People are looking at us...!"

Aithyr heard that remark and turned away, moving forward in the line again with great difficulty, squirming with every step, though Yira was far less subtle. "Well yeah, you've got your fucking dick out," he told Revin in a condescending tone, "Of course we're staring."

"Stare all you want, big guy!" Revin teased, lowering the front of his sweatpants a little further and wiggling his hips as he stuck his tongue out teasingly at Yira. "I normally charge people to get a glimpse, but this one's on the house."

Yira turned his head away in embarrassment as Revin flashed his dick at him, still giving the furred dragon a side-glimpse. "Holy shit man, you're going to bring security back over here!" Yira hissed.

"Reviiiiin, you're going to get us thrown out!" Laurie whined.

Revin finally pulled his sweatpants back up all the way. "Heh, sorry. I can't help it, I like having an audience... plus it felt so good to finally let it all out, after holding it in for so long..."

Revin's comment was the last straw, and Aithyr clenched his teeth, trembling on his feet as he tried and failed not to think about how badly he needed to piss. Another surge of desperation hit him, and he tried to put it out of his mind as he focused on not being the third person to piss himself in such a short period of time. But his body wouldn't listen, and he felt his muscles contracting, his bladder forcing itself to empty. He fought back, squeezing his cock once more, but his arousal had faded a bit and it was all that much harder to prevent an accident. At first it was one squirt, which he managed to stop with a hard clench, and then a second, longer splash of piss on his hands, that he only managed to weaken for a moment before a concentrated effort on his part stopped the flow.

"Fuck..." he whispered to himself under his breath, shuddering heavily, "I'm not peeing, I'm not peeing...! I'm not...!"

But it proved to merely be wishful thinking. The next wave hit him and hit him hard, and piss blasted at full strength from the end of his cock and onto his hands. He couldn't suppress a groan as it sprayed on his palms and dripped around his fingers, soaking through his briefs and shorts easily, dripping down his legs to the floor and drenching the legs of his shorts along the way. "I'm not peeing...!" he fruitlessly whined, barely able to stay upright, trembling in place as he fought with his body and lost.

"You're peeing, dude," Yira offered unhelpfully.

More urine sprayed from his cock, drenching his legs, adding a third puddle to the linoleum flooring that got his feet wet along the way. He kept his eyes shut, not wanting to see how many people were watching him, trying again to stop the flow and only managing to stem it temporarily before it returned in full force the moment he couldn't keep his muscles tensed any more. His bladder continued to empty against his will, and after a moment as he stopped fighting it, he curled his wings forward to try and hide himself from view – far too late, though, and it did nothing to obscure the golden fluid pouring down his legs and pooling on the linoleum.

"Uh, excuse me, mister, there's space ahead of you," he heard Laurie say from behind him, and after a moment realized that he was the one being addressed. Aithyr opened one eye to look ahead and saw that the queue had advanced a couple of places, where Yira was looking back to watch Aithyr's accident.

"Though I think it might be a little late for that," Revin pointed out, trying to sound consoling to the man who was in the same situation as him. "Do you mind if my friend goes in front of you? Since, well, you know... you don't need to go any more."

"Yeah, go ahead," Aithyr conceded in a low voice, but before either of them could move, Laurie let out a little gasp. Aithyr and Revin both looked over to him, seeing his dancing intensify as he pressed his legs together. "I'm outta here, Yira. I'll see you later."

"Yeah, later," Yira agreed, waving a wet hand.

"S-sorry," Laurie murmured, "But it's getting pretty bad for me too now..." He started to put a hand over his crotch, but glanced around self-consciously and stuck it in his pocket instead, trying to grasp at himself that way.

Aithyr tried not to look at the crowds of con-goers who were still all around, taking his hands away from his crotch briefly to inspect the damage. His shorts were utterly drenched and visibly yellowed, and he could feel how much worse it was underneath as his piss-saturated briefs clung to his thighs. "Good luck," he mumbled to Laurie as he made a hasty exit much like Yira had done, trying to leave the scene as quickly as he could.