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Jasper had just got home from hunting, having fed on four deer, his eyes were bright gold. He removed his muddy shoes, then entered the house and went upstairs to his and Alice's bedroom. He threw himself on the bed and waited for Alice to get home from her hunt, only for the telephone to ring. Seeing as he was by himself at home, Jasper picked up the phone. “Cullen residence, Jasper speakin’.”
“Hey, Jasper! How's it goin’?” Peter's voice on the other end of the line was unmistakable.
Jasper was immensely ecstatic that his friend called, as they didn't see each other very often. “Peter! I miss you so much, why haven't you visited in so long?”
Peter chuckled on the other side of the call. “Charlotte and I plan on visitin’ soon, but 'til then, I'd love to hear what you're up to.”
“Well, I had school today and I nearly lost control, so I went huntin' after class. Alice is still out huntin’, Edward is at Bella's place, Rose and Emmett are out somewhere for alone time. Carlisle is at work, he has a double shift, I think. Esme is out somewhere, I'm not sure where, but I have the house to myself at the moment.” Jasper's southern drawl intensified as he spoke to Peter, a grin plastered across his face from how happy he was to be talking to his friend. He also wanted to know what Peter had been up to. “Enough 'bout me though, tell me what you've been up to lately.”
That was enough to get Peter going. He loved to talk and tell stories in vivid detail. “You're not gonna believe this, but…”
Jasper listened to Peter talk for a good fifteen minutes before he felt a dull ache in his bladder, reminding him to take a quick pee break after Peter was done telling his story. Except, Peter was nowhere near wrapping up his story, continuing to give pointless details and facts that weren't really relevant. Jasper gently rubbed his lower abdomen with his free hand, massaging away the mild pain of his full bladder, still listening to Peter talk non-stop.
Ten minutes went by and Peter was still yapping away, while Jasper was getting more desperate, fidgeting slightly on the bed. His jeans were digging into his swollen bladder, which was rapidly filling up courtesy of his large meal that he had earlier. He suddenly wished that he hadn't consumed so much blood as a surge of pain shot through his bladder, making him quickly grab his crotch. Thankfully, he didn't leak, but he desperately needed to use the bathroom soon.
Unfortunately, Peter continued to blabber on, much to Jasper's dismay. Usually, Jasper didn't mind listening to Peter talk for hours on end, but he had a very full bladder that was begging for release. Another ten minutes went by and Jasper had to stand up from the bed, pacing around the bedroom to distract himself from the pain in his lower abdomen that was increasing by the second.
Every step he took sloshed the piss around in his bladder, arguably making it harder to hold it in. He quickly stopped pacing once he realised it wasn't helping, then crossed his legs and bounced slightly on his heels instead, only for that to jostle his bladder too. Jasper bit his bottom lip, squeezing the front of his crotch with his hand as he thought of an excuse to end the call with Peter. When he couldn't think of anything, he pressed his thighs together tightly and chose to suck it up. He was going to hold it until Peter was finished telling his story.
Under normal circumstances, Peter usually took around an hour to tell a story, so he should've been around halfway done. But today, for some reason, he kept getting sidetracked and off-topic. Jasper tried to remain patient with his friend, but his throbbing bladder was causing him such pain and discomfort that he couldn't even focus on the story anymore.
“Oh, by the way, Charlotte is beside me and wants to say hi.” Peter interrupted his own story and quickly passed the phone over to his mate.
“Hey, Jasper, what's up?” Charlotte's voice was calm on the other end of the line.
“I'm fine, how are you?” That was an absolute lie, as Jasper wasn't fine at all, he was doing everything he could to not piss himself. He sat back down on the bed, his hand still jammed between his legs, desperately wanting either Peter or Charlotte to hang up so he could relieve himself.
“I'm great, thanks for askin’. I'll let Peter get back to tellin’ his story.” Charlotte then passed the phone back to Peter, who immediately picked back up where he left off.
Jasper's bladder spasmed and made him dribble slightly into his underwear. In a panic, he stood up from the bed and crossed his legs for dear life, not wanting to have an accident on the bed. Standing up made his overfilled bladder feel thrice as heavy in his lower abdomen. Tears prickled his eyes as he realised that there was no way he could hold it in while his friend finished his story. “Peter…”
“Hokd on, I'm almost at the good part.” Peter was quick to cut Jasper off and continued to blabber on, oblivious that his friend wasn't paying attention anymore.
Jasper dribbled a little more into his boxers, teasing his poor aching bladder. He sank to his knees on the floor, squeezing his thighs together as tightly as he could to prevent any further dribbling. His body was shaking slightly as he tried his hardest to not piss himself. He squirmed in place, unable to stay still for more than a second at a time, fear that he would have an accident. Jasper sandwiched the telephone between his ear and his shoulder so he could use his second hand to squeeze his crotch, feeling it necessary to have both of his hands shoved between his legs.
Seven more minutes passed and by that point, Jasper was in a terrible amount of agony, tears silently pouring down his cheeks from how painful holding his bladder was. He unbuttoned his jeans, relieving a little bit of pressure, only for him to notice how much his lower abdomen was bulging out. His abdominal muscles were starting to hurt terribly bad from being forced to hold in so much urine for such a long time.
“Peter, I really need you to wrap this up, please.” Jasper wasn't sure what possessed him to interrupt his friend, but if he didn't get to the bathroom now, he was going to make a puddle on the floor.
“Sure thing…” Peter sounded a little confused on the other end of the line, but didn't question anything. He then quickly resumed from where he had left off.
A painful bladder spasm made Jasper tense up, then double over in pain, accidentally leaking a little into his underwear. It felt like someone had stabbed him right in the bladder, making him sob audibly. Tears fell onto the floor as he cried, the pain in his lower abdomen was simply too overbearing for him to handle, his bladder was painfully overfilled.
“Jasper?” Peter had stopped his story, sounding incredibly worried over the phone. “Are you okay?”
Jasper was about to answer, only to be hit with another wave of desperation, causing him to painfully leak. His boxers were soaked and he now had a wet spot on the front of his jeans. He screamed out in pain, feeling his bladder spasm again, dribbling a little more. Jasper was in so much pain that he didn't notice that someone else had arrived home.
Alice had returned from hunting and quickly ran upstairs, only to find her husband doubled over in agony while on the phone. It didn't take her long to figure out that Peter was on the other end of the line. She then quickly realised that Jasper had to pee once she saw the wet spot on his crotch. In the blink of an eye, she was rapidly at Jasper's side, comforting him as she took the phone away from him. “Peter, it's Alice, I'll call you back and explain everything in a few minutes.”
She didn't wait for a reply before she hung up, choosing to instead take care of her husband, rubbing soothing circles on his back. Jasper's bladder spasmed one final time before the floodgates opened and a stream came rushing out like a pressure washer, accompaniedby a loud hissing noise, followed by the sound of urine forcefully hitting denim and the floor. Warm wetness spread across the front of his jeans, drenching his crotch and thighs, as well as the backside of his jeans. He cried out in pain as he emptied his bladder, absolutely flooding his jeans and making a giant puddle on the floor as his pee loudly splashed, echoing across the room.
Once his stream slowed down a little and steadied into a more reasonable flow, Jasper closed his eyes and moaned in relief, finally no longer in pain. He visibly relaxed his body and gently massaged his sore bladder with his hands, soothing it as it finished emptying. Once his stream reached to a trickle, he looked up at Alice, feeling humiliated by what had just happened.
Alice didn't judge him and instead wrapped his arms around him, wiping his tears away. Comforting her husband was her number one priority at that moment. Once she pulled away from the hug, she gave him a quick peck on the lips, then asked her question. “Jazz, baby, do you want to tell me what happened?”
Jasper didn't sense any anger or disappointment in Alice's emotions, but he still felt ashamed about the situation. He decided to be honest with his wife and tell her everything. “I came home from huntin’ and the phone rang, so I answered and it was Peter. I really had to piss, but Peter never calls, so I didn't wanna hang up. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn't…”
“Oh, Jazz, did you really think that Peter would've been mad if you had told him?” Alice felt bad for Jasper, know all too well how much he missed his friend.
“No, ma'am.” Jasper didn't make eye contact, feeling like a fool for not telling Peter that he needed two minutes to use the bathroom.
Alice helped Jasper stand up from off the floor, noticing that his jeans were unbuttoned. She concluded that he must've undid them to relieve the pressure off his lower abdomen, giving him more time to hold it. “I see that you tried everything to hold it as long as possible. Go take a hot bath to relax your muscles, I'll wash up the puddle, then I'll call Peter back and explain what happened.”
Jasper nodded, then went to the adjoining bathroom to run himself a bath, getting undressed and tossing his wet clothes aside. He stepped into the bathtub and relaxed, the hot water feeling good and soothing his aching abdominal muscles. He grabbed a washcloth and began cleaning himself, taking his time as he wanted to soak in the bath for a little bit.
Meanwhile, Alice quickly mopped up the piss puddle in no time, then went through Jasper's closet to get him some clean clothes. She brought the clothes and a towel, set them on the bathroom counter, then picked up the wet clothes from the floor and put them in the laundry hamper. Alice then went to lie down on the bed, then grabbed the telephone and called Peter back to explain everything that happened.
Once Jasper was out of the bath, he quickly got dried off and dressed, then went to find Alice. He was delighted to see her talking on the phone to Peter. He quickly climbed onto the bed and rested his head against Alice, who put the phone on speaker. Peter was recounting the story to her, with Charlotte occasionally chiming in, as Peter's phone was on speaker too. It was as if nothing had happened…