After finishing off his second soda, Jeff grabbed a third, and then two others for Jack. After all, he had promised the little squirt two sodas, and it wasn’t like it would be hard or anything to get them to him. Tucking the two for his brother into his sweatshirt’s pockets, Jeff cracked open his third soda, and walked cautiously around the yard in search of Jack as he drank it, the heat of the noontime sun persisting while being made endurable with the newfound liquid refreshment at hand.
After a short look around, Jeff found Jack talking to Gary and Suzanne Ferguson, the parents of Tim and Brianna. Fortunately for Jeff, the latter was still nowhere to be found, which made for a far less awkward interaction, given Jeff’s for-the-time-being ‘secret’. Pleasantries were exchanged, Jeff relayed his parents’s message to them, and after a short bit it seemed as though all was well in the world with the necessary greetings out of the way. Jeff took the two sodas out of his sweatshirt before handing them to Jack, who looked at the items in disbelief (likely as if he had been expecting them to have been a nonexistent deal), and headed off on his own to enjoy the festivities
Drinking some more of the third soda, Jeff stationed himself at the far end of the yard, content with waiting out the afternoon. He got a few sideways glimpses from some people who saw his pants bulge from the right angle, and he continued to feel overly warm in his attire. But, in Jeff’s mind, it was better than the alternative. All he needed to do now was wait, not draw too much attention to himself, and leave without a sound at the end of the party.
After a few more minutes passed, however, Jeff felt a dreadful and familiar feeling piling up in his lower half.
The two helpings of milk from the breast, combined with the glass of water from breakfast, combined with the three sodas he had just drunk, and with enough time having passed, it had all begun to result in an entirely new type of liquid forming within Jeff’s body. One he had already experienced the difficulty of passing through the crotch-breast that very morning.
Trying to stay calm, Jeff looked around for Mr. or Mrs. Ferguson to ask if he could use their indoor toilet. Nobody else seemed to be using the interior of the house, so it looked like he’d need permission to get through what were almost assuredly locked doors. After five minutes of looking and asking, there was no luck to be had, and the bladder-oriented pressure had grown worse.
Jeff looked to his right, having found himself looking for Gary and Suzanne by the pool, which was very much in use. The sound and sight of the splashing water in it did nothing to help remedy his situational desperation, and Jeff decided that there was futility in postponing it any longer. The only question was, how could he do it without being seen?