Pat's Wet Webcam Fun
It was an early Saturday morning, the sun's blinding rays awakening Pat from his slumber. Pat was a Zoroark standing at 6 feet tall, with the top half of his mane colored sky blue and the bottom half colored dark purple, with a gradient transition between the two colors. His eyes and ponytail holder were green, and his claws and insides of his ears sky blue, matching the blue in his mane, plus one extra claw on each hand functioning as a thumb. His primary fur color was purple rather than gray, with the hair on his chest being dark purple, matching the dark purple in his mane. He had a much more buff build than most Zoroarks, with his arms not being so thin and having notably defined pectorals, glutes, and abdominal muscles. He also had dark purple wings, which spent most of their time tucked behind his mane. Other notable features included several scars: One going vertically across his left eye, three collectively resembling a scratch mark going vertically down his right forearm, a notch in his right ear, and a chipped right middle claw.
It was 8:48 in the morning when he woke up. He had a webcam show for the website he worked for scheduled to start in twelve minutes; he was to make himself extremely desperate to pee and then hold it until he lost control. He went into the bathroom, naked, getting prepared for the show. He brushed his mane with his comb, getting any knots out and making it look smooth. He trimmed a small tuft of hair on his chin resembling a goatee to look more even. Finally, he trimmed down his pubic hairs, bringing them to the small amount of hair that his audience loved.
Finally, it was time to pick outfits. Pat liked choosing three different outfits and then letting the audience choose which one he wore; his viewership went up dramatically when he started doing this, bringing him more ad revenue from the site.
"Hmm... Which ones haven't I used already...," he said to himself.
He kept looking in his closet at his predetermined outfits. It occurred to him that he had used just about everything. With this in mind, he decided to go with outfits he hadn't used recently.
"Well, the gym clothes have always been a favorite of the fans," he said, picking out that outfit.
Pat then chose two more outfits, one outfit being work attire: Khaki pants, a white collared shirt, and a tie, plus a pair of glasses. The other outfit he picked out was simply a pair of torn skinny jeans with no shirt.
"They'll pick the torn jeans. They always do when I make that an option."
With just two minutes left before the show was scheduled to start, he laid out the outfits on his bed, where he always did, sat down on the couch, and then turned the webcam on. Immediately, fans flooded the chat with messages of excitement.
"He's on! It's about to start!"
"My panties are already wet!"
"I want his babies!"
"Waterfalls!"
"Warm and Wet's favorite anteater!"
Pat's penis was, in fact, uncut - by appearance, at least. He had his foreskin non-surgically restored, bringing him something that looked and, at least partially, functioned like an original foreskin. One key difference, however, was that his foreskin was looser than a natural.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," said Pat. "Let's get this show started, shall we?"
The chat section went so wild, Pat couldn't even keep up with what they were all saying. However, he knew to take that as "the chat is fucking excited."
"Well, you all seem even more excited than usual," he said. "We could probably fill a swimming pool with how many fluids have been released in the past few minutes."
Pat walked away for a bit to get the water pitcher and some plastic cups. When he came back, he set them on a table in front of the webcam and then poured himself a glass of water.
"Gotta get myself filled up."
He then walked off-screen, taking a diuretic and using that glass of water to help him swallow it. The site owner noted that use of the diuretic was acceptable, as long as it was taken off-screen as he felt that if they saw Pat take it, the site would lose hits. When he showed back up on-screen, he had all of the outfits with him.
"Alright," said Pat. "Here are your options for today."
Pat showed them the gym clothes, then said, "Outfit one," then proceeding to show them the formal clothes and the torn jeans, saying "Outfit two" and "Outfit three," respectively, for them.
"Which should I wear?"
The chat immediately flooded with comments, almost entirely in support of the torn jeans, as Pat had predicted.
"Torn jeans it is, then."
Pat first put on his typical sky blue boxer briefs to go with all of the sky blue on his fur, then put the jeans on over them. Immediately after, he poured himself another glass of water and chugged it down.
"I was gonna do a hold with you, but... I got so excited I jumped the gun a bit," one viewer said in the chat.
"Haha, not a problem," said Pat. "At least you're having fun."
Pat already felt a faint feeling in his bladder, indicating that he had to pee. That was no problem, though; that meant things were going just as planned. He lay down on the couch on his side, facing the webcam.
"So, any new viewers?"
Several viewers commented, indicating that this was their first time seeing him.
"Oh, that's more than usual. You're all in for a treat today!"
While waiting for his bladder to fill up, Pat would make casual conversation with the viewers, answering a few questions, asking his viewers how their week had been so far, stuff to keep the webcam interesting as he drank water and got filled up.
"So Pat," one viewer said in the chat. "How did you get the scar across your eye?"
"Oh, that? You would not believe how that happened. See, my girlfriend at the time had me cuffed to the bed, and she was whipping me, and she accidentally hit my eye."
"Ouch. Is your eye okay otherwise, though?"
"I'm blind in my left eye from that, actually. It's not really a big deal; I've gotten used to the lack of depth perception."
"Well, that sucks. How did she feel about it?"
"She felt really guilty about it. I kept on having to remind her that I understood she didn't mean to do it, and that I wouldn't stop loving her over what happened."
"Aww, you're so sweet..."
At this point, Pat was already pressing down on his crotch, trying to prevent any pee from coming out. He got himself another cup of water, quickly drinking that too. He could feel his pee desperately attempting to come out of his bladder, pressing against his urethra. He was now standing, dancing around in desperation. The chat immediately got flooded with comments, including:
"Oh, here comes the potty dance!"
"Don't fight it, sexy boy... Just let it all flow..."
"Piss! Piss! Piss! Piss!"
"Gyarados used Waterfall! It's super effective!"
"Seriously, can I have your babies? You're even hotter when you're desperate for a wee."
Pat didn't think he could hold on for much longer. He could feel it constantly trying to force its way out, the ability to resist getting weaker and weaker even more quickly than normal thanks to the diuretic. Suddenly, he let out a spurt of pee, creating a small but visible wet spot on his jeans.
"Uh oh, I just let a bit out," said Pat.
"IT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN!"
"More water! More! The bigger the puddle, the better!"
"Yeah, more water!"
"I just got so excited I pissed myself again!"
"Waterfalls!"
Pat, noticing the demands for him to get more water, proceeded to make an attempt to get more. However, since it required both hands, he had to move his hand away from his crotch. He started to pour out some water into a cup, putting the rest of his might into preventing himself from losing control. He then quickly chugged the cup of water, and then resumed his desperate potty dance.
"Aww, that didn't make him go..."
"Damn, this guy can go a long time! But that's okay, I like boys who make big puddles."
"It won't stop!"
"I came!"
"Pat, you're causing a natural disaster in my panties!
"Alright," said Pat. "You... Know the tradition... When I start to go... You all go too... It should happen soon..."
"Soon" was indeed correct, if, by "soon," he meant "right now." Right when he finished that sentence, the dam broke. He had lost control. He was totally pissing himself and couldn't do anything to stop it.
"Oh no! I can't stop," said Pat.
The chat suddenly exploded with excitement. They got what they came for; Pat involuntarily and uncontrollably wetting himself out of desperation.
"YES!!! Have my babies!"
"Doing my part right now!"
"Keep up the tradition, chat! Wet those pants! We've got a drought to stop!"
Pat's flow continued and continued, Pat showing futile attempts to stop the flow. It just kept on coming, drenching his jeans and his carpet with his piss. At the same time, he was very visibly hard down there from the excitement coming from what was now happening.
"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy you're peeing," one viewer said.
After over two minutes of peeing, Pat's flow finally stopped. Almost the entire left leg of his jeans was drenched, along with most of the right leg. A gigantic puddle now resided on his carpet, the size of which showing he had let out over a liter of urine. Pat took off the jeans, allowing the viewers to see the size of the stain on his underwear.
"Damn, boy, you really had to go, huh?"
"I bet your dick tastes really good soaked in piss!"
"Oh my," said Pat. "Yeah, I really did have to go."
Pat then proceeded to remove his underwear, exposing his now-erect penis to the chat. The chat could also now see even more of the aftermath, seeing how piss-soaked his fur was, mostly in the same locations they were soaked on his jeans.
"YES!!! The goods!"
"Lovely! Love the more realistic size of his member."
"Pat, I think it wants to have some fun."
Pat took notice to that last comment immediately.
"You think it wants to have some fun? Huh... I think so too."
Pat sat back down on the couch, spreading his legs apart. He started to slowly stroke his penis, immediately letting out a gasp from the feeling.
"Oh... Yes, so good... I definitely want this... I need this..."
Pat's strokes quickly got faster; the faster he stroked, the more frequently he would gasp of pleasure. His urine had provided some extra fluid for lubrication, making it extra pleasurable to him. The chat exploded immediately, unable to control its excitement.
"YES!!!! He's fapping!"
"HAVE MY BABIES!"
"Oh, you naughty boy... You make me so hard..."
"Now I need to touch myself!"
"WATERFALLS!"
"He already peed, silly!"
"It'll be too many orgasms! The orgasm gods won't be able to handle it!"
Pat continued to aggressively stroke his penis with his left hand, only getting faster and faster as the minutes went by. Very quickly, his gasps turned into loud moans, signifying the intense sexual pleasure he was feeling. The chat was clearly pleased too, considering how it was exploding.
"I came!"
"The one guy I'd go gay for!"
"My vagina is creating a flash flood!"
"MARRY ME! MARRY ME!"
"Can you somehow transport your sperm to me? I want your babies!"
"Hey, am I too late?"
"Yes. Don't worry, though, you'll still get to see a wonderful orgasm."
"Damn."
"ORGASM OVERLOAD!"
Suddenly, Pat felt the familiar feeling within his penis, feeling about 200 million uncreated babies attempting to escape into what they would think would be a vagina.
"Oh... Oh! Yes! I'm... I'm gonna..."
Pat released his orgasm, with the ejaculate being ejected to over a foot over his penis. His wonderful climax lasted just a couple of seconds, with semen landing on his chest as he let out a sigh of relief. Just as quickly as his fap session had started, it was over.
"Oh... yes...," he said.
"I love you, Pat! We all love you!"
"Marry me!"
"Same time tomorrow?," asked Pat.