Next gallon!

Secretly, you kind of enjoyed this punishment. You couldn't place your finger on why. Maybe it was the humiliation aspect of pissing yourself in public? Or maybe it was having to hold it for so long knowing you could never make it to the of the day? Pain began to settle in your bladder already as you had already finished two gallons. You were only a few hours in, yet you started on the third. You had given yourself an hour break between the last one and this one since you knew you had to space it out a bit to avoid bad medical side effects like water poisoning, but you would drink one every hour if you could. As you typed into your computer and answered calls, you began to guess how long you'd make it today. You were already squirming in your seat, but you guessed you could make it to the eight hour mark. Maybe nine if you really pushed it. You could definitely down five gallons in that amount of time. You would be a waterfall when you finally released your bladder, but you could do it.