No bathroom breaks

"Look," his father jumps in, "I've already had to stop this car once, and at because you couldn't go an hour without starting trouble, we're not wasting any more time."

"What do you mean cuz he couldn't wait an hour? You want him to wait till we get there to fondle me?" his sister chimed in.

"That was not the point, the point is we are on a time schedule here and," he turned to Nate, "we will no longer be making bathroom stops for you."

"What do you mean, so we're just not going to stop at all?" Nate complained, putting on his best whining, upset voice. Seems like they bought it.

"Oh we will be stopping, just not for you."

"So I can only go when you all do."

"No, even when we make a stop for gas or for one of us to use the restroom, you will have to wait in the car."

"What? But Mom, that so unfair."

"Listen to your father, honey. He has to drive us the whole way there and back, he makes the rules of the car."

When his father pulled the car back onto the main road and continued the drive, Nate could see his sister grinning wildly. She was surprised that their parents would come up with such a punishment, but she wasn't complaining. Nate was almost certain that his father’s questionable comment had been a poor choice of words, but he liked it nonetheless. It made the situation feel like he everything was stacked against him, rational or not, they were all for his misfortune. They continued to drive for a while until his sister felt like rubbing his punishment in his face, and asked if they could stop at the next rest area. They all agreed that they had to go, except Nate, but they didn’t care, and made the turn. Nate started to get out, but his parents denied him.

“Wha- you’re serious?”

“Yes, now stay put and watch the car while we go in.”

Unfortunately, Nate didn’t actually feel like using the bathroom. He hadn’t drunk that much that morning and he figured he could last a few more hours. While everyone went inside, he grabbed two bottles of water and drank them as fast as he could. He managed to move onto a third and get a quarter of it downed before his mother was the first to return. The other two followed not long after and soon they were back on the road.

After a while, Nate could feel the pressure in his bladder building. He responded to this by taking small sips from the third bottle until it was finished. To everyone else, it looked like he was drinking a small amount, and only because he was thirsty. Little did they know that he had plenty of water inside of him, but not for long. Eventually he finished the water and continued to sit for another hour before he felt it got through him. The pressure was high now.

“Ugh... Dad?” He said.

“What is it?”

“I have to use the bathroom.”

“You know the rule.”

“But I really have to go.”

“Well you should have thought about that.”

Nate was now squirming in his seat. Writhing underneath his seatbelt. He was like this for another half hour until he uncrossed his legs a little bit and a little came out. Here little was a relative term. It soaked right through his underwear and through the front of his shorts, leaving a dark mark on the front of his trousers. He managed to clench and stop the flow, but the damage was done, and he was only holding off the inevitable. His sister noticed this and started to laugh.

“Da-ah-ah-d, pleeeezzzzz.” He said through his teeth.

When his father turned his head sightly to tell him no, that was the moment Nate burst. The floodgate opened and he could close them. The pissed all over himself and the seat. When is father didn’t say anything, just staring, his mother turned to look as well. His father quickly turned his eyes back onto the road but he couldn’t get the image out of his head.

“Nate! You ruined the seat!” His mother exclaimed.

“We’re going to have to wash those.” His father said. It was nice to see they had their priorities in order. Although Nate could barely hear either of them over the sound of his sisters uproarious laughter. She was enjoying the sight of her brother pissing his pants, after just having graduated high school as well. They all agreed that they could use a bathroom break but when Nate tried to get out of the car one more he was once again stopped by his father.

“Where do you think your going? You’re still being punished.”

“But I have to change, do you want me to sit back in my seat with these shorts?” His wet thighs had now gone from warm to cold.

“You’re not allowed to use the restroom, that is your punishment.”

And with that his family went to the bathrooms without him, again. He decided to wring out his clothes, so he hid behind the car and stripped of his shorts. There were a few people around, not enough to be worried about, but enough to catch him. He feigned embarrassment as he twister his drawers and the urine splashed on the ground. He didn’t hear the car pulling in behind him. As it drive by, the driver signaled with a *honk* that made Nate legitimately jump, both legs leaving the ground. He ducked behind his family’s car realizing he didn’t have much time left, and attention had now been drawn to him. Quickly he stripped off his underwear, seeing that the back was quite transparent and that driver probably got a full moon, and put his shorts back on. He started wringing out his underwear and, realizing he didn’t have the time to put it back on, threw them in his bag. When his family returned they thought he had dried himself off by standing in the sun. Finally, after what felt like the longest drive in the world, mostly due to that period where he had to hold his bladder, they arrived at their destination.