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In a moment of sheer desperation, our lonesome protagonist can't hold it in any longer. His boxers become the unlucky victims of his overflowing bladder, the fabric quickly darkening as the warm, golden liquid seeps through. He groans in relief, feeling the weight lift, the wetness spreading, soaking his crotch. He leans back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of his pants filling up, the scent of urine filling the air.