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The tight confinement of his pink briefs does little to hide the massive bulge at his crotch, nor the darkening wetness as his bladder struggles to contain its load. His face contorts in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead as he tries to hold it in, but the urge is too strong. With a shudder, he loses control, and a steady stream of piss begins to soak through the thin material, running down his legs and pooling on the floor. The relief is palpable, but it's a temporary respite, as he's already feeling the pressure building again, trapped in this cycle of desperate holding and explosive release.