An Eventful Jog
Inspired by art from Oni-Kun
Josh had an unusual habit.
The brown bear liked to jog around his neighborhood, and get some exercise in the morning. His jogs were a daily routine. Josh was overweight, and he wanted to lose a few pounds before re-entering the dating scene. He was also an avid, sexual exhibitionist who kept himself entertained while he went on his morning routines. His justification for being an exhibitionist was that he enjoyed the risks of getting caught and humiliated. Creating these risks turned his exercising into an adventure when before, it was an errand.
Every morning he created a challenge to see how long he can jog for before he would have to use the bathroom. Before leaving his apartment, Josh would drink three glasses of orange juice, and have a hearty breakfast. Sometimes, he would have oatmeal, chopped bananas, and a granola bar. Other times he would cook three eggs over easy, two fatty strips of bacon, and hash browns. Exercising after eating these large meals in the morning helped the bear with his metabolism, and he wanted nothing more than to push his bodily functions to the limit. Once he could no longer hold his bladder and bowel movement, the jog was over. That was the only way he knew when to stop -- and when he stopped, people around him knew.
Josh had a penchant for wetting and messing himself out of desperation. That's why he made sure to dress in clothes that he didn't care much for. He often jogged in a plain white t-shirt and black, thermal running pants that were tight around the waist, but felt so good when wet. It felt even better when he was able to soil himself and have it bulge out in the rear.
On a warm Tuesday morning, Josh went for his daily jog. He hiked up a mountain trail, which was a mile away from his apartment. The trail linked up with a bike path, which ran through his hometown. Both the mountain and bike trails were always popular amongst the locals, but the paths were clear enough for the bear to go on long jogs without stopping. He felt his sweat cover his entire body and soak into his fur like a warm, damp sponge. After an hour of running, he started panting. He tried looking up at the unforgiving, bright sun by placing his paws over his eyes out of disbelief. It was hotter than usual, but then again, it was the beginning of summer. Hot temperatures were expected in the valley.
He found a place to sit. There was a rock with a flat surface that was located just a few feet off the trail. He took a deep breath, sat on the rock and exhaled. Since he thought the day was going to stay relatively cool, he left his bottle of water at home. He was dehydrated. He couldn't jog anymore, and he was overwhelmed by the heat. He slowly stood up and walked home with sweat raining from his brows. He felt the back of his shirt, which was covered in perspiration. The dampness of his fur incited an itchy sensation that irritated him. He cursed the sun for being excruciatingly hot and beaming. It was the first day, in a long time, that he could not perform his morning jog to his satisfaction.
He found a drinking fountain that was attached to the external wall of a restroom facility that was located beside the hiking path. He looked over at the restroom door, on the Men's Room side, and he snickered. He still had no urge to go, but just thinking about going aroused him. His arousal partially distracted him from the heat that was bothering him. However, he felt his stomach churning in discomfort. Sharp pain followed, but ultimately it resided, and the pain became relatively manageable. At that point, Josh had a conflicting set of emotions, and he was looking for some sort of resolution.
Typically, once he wet his pants, he felt relieved and accomplished because wetting would come after holding his bladder for a considerable amount of time. He liked rubbing the bulge of his tight, dark pants as he peed excitedly. The increasing warmth in his crotch was even more euphoric when considering the feeling of being wet and "naughty," according to Josh. He liked watching his piss slide down his legs, and form a puddle by his shoes. He likened the experience to marking his territory and not feeling ashamed to do so. He liked thinking, "I'm not going to use the toilet today," and he didn't mind showing any bystanders that he was firmly committed to such a strange goal. Drip, drip, drip: that was Josh's response to the rest of the domesticated world.
He often imagined a world where toilets weren't necessary. They could exist in that world hypothetically speaking, but it would be common occurrence for people to wet and mess themselves as a feral habit. For example, when someone needed to go to the bathroom, they could bend their knees, and squat down. They could close their eyes, and push out a considerably large load into the back of their pants without any repercussions or embarrassment. After all, they are animals, and animals typically do not wear clothes. If one were to be more civilized, they could sit comfortably in the grass and read a newspaper as they wet and soiled themselves without shame. As their pants were dirtied by answering the call of nature, they would feel a sense of normality more than urgency or regret. Or if someone experienced an "accident," it would be an understandable situation that didn't merit embarrassed. Instead, it would be considered a mild inconvenience that wasn't uncommon.
As he visualized -- in his mind -- the ideal world for him to live in, Josh made some progress in his walk heading home. When he looked down the road he was walking on, which was only a mile away from his apartment, he could see squiggly lines of heat. The squiggly lines were, in actuality, a byproduct of bent light rays passing through heated air above the black asphault. He thought that he was getting dizzy, and so the jog became a slow walk. He could feel sweat accumulating under his armpits, and his damp, sweaty pants moistening his groin. This feeling made him uncomfortable, but he thought, "At least this is better than wearing a diaper."
Sometimes, Josh wore diapers on jogs, but he preferred to wear them when it was cooler outside. He liked wearing thick disposable diapers, and taping them above his belly button. He liked wearing diapers that were big, snuggly, and absorbent. He liked taking a deep breath, then exhaling followed by a sufficient wetting. He liked diapers because the warmth was more contained and cozy. When he messed himself, he enjoyed how the diaper didn't expand, and kept everything clumped in one place. He liked to move the mess around with his paws, and feel the thick crinkling in the process. When he had some extra money in his pocket, he purchased baby diapers and used them as stuffers. He preferred wearing diapers for extended periods of time, and being extremely dirty without anyone noticing. Of course, if anyone happened to notice, he wouldn't mind.
He came across a small forest area, which appeared to be a vacant rest stop. The urge to piss had increased. He blamed the tightness of his pants, which created some pressure for him to relieve himself. He decided to relieve himself the old fashioned way, and undo his fly. He was no longer in the mood to engage in sexual play. It was too hot, and he wanted to go home. He looked over his shoulder, and saw a few cars pass by. He wandered about 100 feet from the road, and found a spot. As he was about pee, Josh heard footsteps nearby, and saw a cyclist pull to the side of the road. The cyclist wore a tight-fitting, blue short-sleeve jersey and white shorts. Josh noticed that the cyclist was a gray wolf, and he guessed the wolf was in his mid-20s. He was muscular and looked accomplished. Being irreversibly gay, Josh immediately studied the cyclist's bulge.
Josh was caught in a daze when the cyclist walked up to him, and gave an awkward "Hello."
"Can't you see I'm going to take a piss?" Josh thought to himself.
"You don't mind if I, uh..." said the cyclist. "I mean, I could go elsewhere if you --"
"No, I don't mind," replied Josh with a little smile.
When the cyclist turned away from him, Josh noticed that the cyclist had a very peculiar brown stain on his rear, and it looked suspiciously lumpy. Josh rubbed his eyes, thinking he was just seeing things. Sure enough, the cyclist had soiled himself -- and maybe it was an "accident," the bear mused. But if that were to be the case, the cyclist would have been too embarrassed to walk over to him. Instead, the cyclist was calm. Josh realized it was now or never, and he quickly decided to exercise his option to comment.
"Couldn't find a bathroom, huh?" asked Josh as he yelled to the wolf.
"No, sir. When you gotta go, you gotta go. Can't stop the force of nature," the cyclist cackled, and waved goodbye to Josh.
"I agree. It's nice to see another guy who likes this crazy shit, you know?"
Curious, the cyclist turned around, and slowly walked over Josh. The wolf crossed his arms and looked amused as he studied the bear's physical frame. He smiled and nodded.
"OK then..." said the cyclist as he walked toward Josh. "Let's see what you got."
Josh rubbed his tenting bulge, and tried to calm his arousal down. He managed to succeed, and relax enough to go through with it. He squeezed his legs together, and squirmed seemingly out of desperation -- like he couldn't hold it anymore. For a moment, he stood there motionlessly. The cyclist saw the bear's pants develop a small, shiny wet spot in the middle of the crotch. Josh's piss slowly slid down his left pantleg, and the wet spot expanded. The musky piss was quick to dry in the heat, but Josh kept the flow going, causing his pants to shine under the sun with unfiltered wetness. His right pantleg began to dampen and darken from the piss. He subsequently let the stream flow consistently without breaks. A stream of piss poured from his pants, and landed on the dirt ground below him. The bear didn't realize how much he was holding back until now. It felt good.
Josh couldn't help but rub his bulge, which revealed the outline of a antsy, hard cock always wanting to please. The cyclist took the opportunity to contribute. He pulled down his shorts just enough to pull out his hardened, red lupine shaft. He walked up to Josh and faced his side. He looked down at the bear's left pantsleg, which was sufficiently wet, and he aimed his cock toward it. The wolf stroked his cock, and began to mark the bear without hesitation. At first, Josh was surprised at the marking -- and he was also surprised by the recent developments. What are the odds of encountering someone else who had the same pants wetting/messing fetish? It was unfathomable. Perhaps he was dreaming, he thought. Whether or not it was a dream, the bear made sure that he enjoyed every moment because these moments don't normally occur.
The wolf's warm piss splashed against his leg and permeated the fabric. His leg fur was being soaked by the scent of someone else. He hadn't experienced such a thing before. The wolf was a few inches taller, but acted very suave and confident while he was marking Josh. The thick stream of piss flowing from the cyclist's shaft was an indication that he had a very full bladder that needed immediate release. Josh was very horny, and he wanted to paw off shamelessly. He was getting harder and harder as he looked down and saw a considerable puddle gather at his feet. Josh felt his shaft uncomfortably poking inside his thermal pants, but he had to keep his composure, and make sure he wasn't too forward.
The cyclist sighed as he finished. He pulled his shorts back up, and gave the bear a pant on the back.
"I'm Brian. Nice to meet you," said the cyclist with a smile. "I think I gave an adequate handshake, no?"
"OK," replied Josh awkwardly. The strong-minded exhibitionist was bested by a more devious creature.
"Oh, sorry. Haven't marked someone in a while. Bad habit," said Brian with a wink. "Dogs do things like this, but so it goes. Hey, bear, since I marked you, you're now property." Brian chuckled at his own dry sense of humor.
"Maybe we can, like, share phone numbers or something," Josh suggested. "E-mail addresses, maybe?"
"You're so forward. I like it," said Brian with a devilish smile. The wolf took out his smartphone and added Josh's phone number. Josh felt his heart beating frantically as he gave his information to a tall, sexy stranger that showed no hesitation but to be dirty as quickly as possible. Josh was still horny, and he wanted nothing more than a quick fuck in the forest, but he wanted to head home and change into some clean clothes. For a few moments, he fantasized the wolf, naked, and plowing into his tailhole while hurling disgusting dirty talk and roaring with manic lust. The bear, who once perceived himself as a dominant figure, now saw himself as being subsurvient to someone else. He saw Brian as someone who clearly knew what he was doing, and wanted to emulate that careless, but aggressive sexual bravado beyond the realm of fantasy.
The bear's mind was scrambled with sexual fantasies and loneliness pangs, but on the outside, he kept everything simple. He smiled, waved goodbye to his new friend, and tried very hard to not let his mind wander into obsession. He did not want to appear desperate in front of Brian so he stayed in place with a throbbing erection that catered to the bulbous-looking bulge that continued to expel piss in small, infrequent spurts. This time, he exercised his sexual interests for an opportunity that could be very rewarding for him. He knew that the journey back home would consist of a forever-fluttering heart, very damp pants, and the idea of having a friend -- at least -- that was just as filthy as he was.
To celebrate, Josh sat down beside the town's bike path, leaned his back up a tree, and began reading a newspaper that he picked up at a newspaper stand a few minutes earlier. He read the news as he messed his pants in front of several clueless pedestrians who frequented the trail. He let the mess pour out of him without restraint. His seat quickly filled up after one large clump oozed into his pants. The mess ended with an audible sputter and a noticeable dark brown-colored spot that wrinkled the rear of his pants. Once he was done, Josh rubbed himself in the back and sighed happily. He felt relieved in more ways than one, but the pressure was lifted, and he could finally waddle back home knowing that he had a date for Saturday night.