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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Newt wets himself
(Anonymous) 2016-12-07 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)I'd prefer something lighthearted, and consensual if you want to involve pairings.
Re: Newt wets himself
(Anonymous) 2016-12-07 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Newt wets himself FILL
(Anonymous) 2016-12-12 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)But he supposed he had quite a bit to make up for considering his last visit. MACUSA had called him in for a session, and because he didn't want to seem like more than a nuisance than he already was, he showed up a good four hours early.
Since his arrival at the front desk, they hadn't been quite sure what to do with him. Loitering in the lounge was apparently discouraged, and might've seemed questionable to any of the government workers. So he was immediately sent to wait at one of the unused offices, a mousy secretary directing him through various hallways at a brisk pace.
"Excuse me," he attempted, trying to tap her on the shoulder but missing. "Who am I supposed to see, exactly? Is it -- Tina, or Mr. Graves or Madame--"
"You'll find out soon enough, sir," she said, without looking at him. Word on the street was that MACUSA was the laughingstock of the wizarding world after Grindelwald's undercover debacle. Based on the looks he received from employees who crossed their paths, Newt had a feeling many of them blamed him. That, or he had somehow graduated to being annoying on sight. He flinched under their cruel gazes and hurried along.
The secretary directed him to a guest chair and then tapped the desk in front of it. A teaset appeared, and her last words were "Wait here for now and drink as much as you want," said with a hint of disdain (was being British a crime now, too?) before she departed. The door closed behind her, and Newt was left alone. The clicking of her heels grew faint as she went back to her post, glad to be rid of him, no doubt.
Newt had been told to wait, and he didn't want to be rude.
That was three hours ago.
He'd had seventeen cups of tea since then.
The first was an attempt at an act of common courtesy, a concept he normally ignored. But MACUSA was so stifling he feared doing anything out of the ordinary would get everyone's hackles raised, especially during such a delicate time. So he had taken a sip of the tea. It was awful. Perhaps all the good tea really did end up in the ocean. He took another sip. He figured, might as well drain the cup. Wasting tea was just not in his nature.
Once the cup met his lips and he tipped it, draining the last drop, he let out a sigh of relief. and then looked down. The cup was full again.
He should've known it would have a self-refilling charm. Now he felt appropriately stupid. But moreso, he was absolutely bored.
So he shrugged, and drank, trying not to gag at the taste. If he was going to wait here for a while then there was no harm in keeping hydrated.
Eight cups later, he felt the beginnings of an ache in his lower abdomen. It was a sensation he was able to suppress for long periods of time, so he pushed it aside. Being a worn traveler and all, an iron bladder was practically a job requirement. And so, Newt remained sitting, and continued his repeated motions of taking the cup from the table every couple of minutes, and drinking, before cringing at the blandness of the cup's contents.
He felt very much like a wind-up toy, and yet, so sure that someone would come in at any moment, he kept at it.
There was an ache beneath his navel now, and Newt couldn't help but cast a worried gaze at the door. Perhaps he could just leave to use the bathroom. But a heavy feeling was cast over him at the thought of going outside, where more people would stare because he had ruined their lives. And maybe the secretary would get in trouble, because she told him to wait and he disobeyed her orders. He would probably get lost trying to find the bathroom, and then somehow end up arrested again for trespassing somewhere he's not supposed to be. And what if the meeting started while he was gone? People would be looking for him, and he'd make a terrible impression once again.
No, Newt decided. He had to stay here, even if it meant keeping a full tank for a few more hours.
That, he could handle.
Two cups later, and he realized that perhaps he should stop instinctively reaching for the tea.
The yearning was getting stronger, his abdomen feeling overstretched. He bounced a leg to stave off the tingling sensation, but a few minutes later it simply grew worse. One leg crossed over the other as he stared desperately at the door. If someone would just come in, he could ask permission to use the loo.
Newt bit his lip, twitching in the seat. If his dilemma wasn't bad enough, he was getting a cramp from sitting in such a weird position.
He could stand and walk around, he supposed, as long as he stayed in the room. But what if someone came in, and saw him pacing, and thought him rude for doing an activity normally associated with impatience?
He had to make it look like he'd just gotten here.
Unfortunately, that was getting harder and harder to do as he strained to keep everything in with all his might. He would not fulfill the desperate pleas of his own body.
With eyes squeezed shut, he repeated that again in his mind. He would not -- he would not -- White knuckles gripped the sides of the chair as he shook, the urge building steadily, and he couldn't control it.
He had to run to the toilets, perhaps he could make it, but what suddenly popped into his mind was a flurry of images, of disgusted faces and bemused secretaries and confused MACUSA employees.
Newt gasped, his legs unfolding as he started down in horror. There was a growing wet spot in the middle of his trousers, and his eyes watered as he felt the dampness in his underwear. He twitched, spreading his legs to at least salvage the dry sections of his pants. He felt like an unruly animal, committing such a disgusting act, and in public no less.
He was pretty sure that it seeped into his coat as well. But it was too late to stop, as seventeen cups of tea's worth of piss flowed out for what seemed like minutes. Some of it was dripping on the floor. Wracked with full-body shudders, Newt waited until he was truly spent. A growing ball of self-hatred had replaced his previous anxiety. The full-body shudders finally came to a halt, though his heartbeat remained painful in his chest.
Shaking, he pulled out his wand.
"Scourgi--"
The door burst open, and Newt's voice hitched. He was beet red, and soaked, wand pointed at his crotch. Too late to do anything now, so he shrank into the seat, groaning in horror as someone entered the room.
"Newt?"
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Re: Newt wets himself FILL
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-12 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Newt wets himself FILL
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