Holding It In Realistic Omorashi

"...Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, with a brow raised. I don't think I forgot to smile a bit after my lips let go of the straw.

"N-nothing, it's just... You weren't lying when you said you drink a lot, huh?" replied Rangga, the guy on the opposite side of the table. He's my new boyfriend.

So he's noticed. Here we go...

"Um, yeah... Like I said, it's just a habit of mine."

We've just finished lunch in the food court of a shopping mall. The place is so packed, we took turns ordering food to keep our seats from being taken. With such a crowd, you wouldn't expect a place like this to be one of the oldest shopping malls in the city.

I suppose the atmosphere's good enough. The cinema here is one of the most popular in the city, the food variety is great, and the decor's relatively modern. I guess that's part of the reason he chose this mall for our second date.

"Oh, sorry for staring!" he exclaimed. "I just thought it's pretty cool. I usually feel full after just a large glass of soda. Three is just..." he continued, but trailed off.

'Cool', huh? You don't hear that every day...

We still don't know each other that well yet. A few weeks ago before we started going out, our encounters were only in college whenever our two separate social circles occasionally met. It was only because a couple of friends played matchmakers that we ended up dating.

"...I don't mind. Oh, right, should we be off?"

"Right, the movie's in 10 minutes. Anin, finished your drink yet?"

"Yup, let's go," I answered briefly as I got up from my seat. Standing up, I can see the slight bulge of my lower abdomen, but I don't think much of it and just start heading to the cinema beside him. I think I'm still walking normally.

"We still have time. Why don't we go to the toilet first?" Rangga suggested. I didn't expect him to notice the swelling of my body.

But then again, I guess he didn't need such keen observation skills when I had drunk three large glasses of assorted drinks.

"I'm good, you should go. Do you want me to order you some popcorn or more drinks?"

"Whoa, are you sure? You drank a lot back at the food court."

There it is again...

"Yeah, I'm positive. Go ahead."

"Alright, be back in a sec," he said as he left for the restroom. In the meantime, I walked to the snack bar.

He dropped that topic pretty quickly again. Is he not that interested?

As someone with a strong bladder, I tend to get asked about my drinking habit quite often. At best, people think nothing of it. At worst, though...

"Haha, Anin can't pee, guys!"

"Ew, gross!"

"Sorry, but we're gonna have to break up... I don't think we're a good match."

...Well,

that

hasn't happened since forever, and thankfully, adults aren't anywhere near as foul-mouthed as children (since they don't care much about anything other than themselves). Some people like to give advice, though, and currently, they're the ones that I still have a hard time facing.

When Rangga came back, I had already bought some popcorn and drinks.

"Okay, let's head in--" he said, then cut himself off. "Wow, are those drinks for yourself?"

"A bottle of water for you and two for me, plus the popcorn bag for us both. I assume you'll want a drink after you eat the popcorn."

"You guessed right! I was just astonished by the amount of drinks you can have. Oh, thanks, by the way," he commented, while I handed him his drink.

"Don't mention it," I replied, then continued after a short pause. "...That's just how I am, I guess. Besides, I can always bring one of them in my purse if I can't finish both inside."

"Attention: Auditorium number 5 is now open..." That's the notice for our movie. I turned my head reflexively, but then I noticed that he didn't do the same. He kept looking at me.

"That's true, but no one's going to stop anybody from drinking as much as they want inside, right? Heh heh," he said, smiling. Now he gestures for me to walk beside him again. "Don't worry about it. Come on, let's go."

He might have a point... Loosen up? Can I do that?

* * *

I ended up drinking an entire 16 oz. bottle before we got to the second act of the movie. I'm starting to feel the pressure down below. Even if I can't see it now, I can touch the bump--my bladder has swollen even more.

It's still manageable. I'm used to this. I'm even wearing a long blouse today, so nobody would notice even after we get out of the auditorium later. I should cross my legs until the pressure stops though, otherwise I would have trouble walking.

"Damn. Saw that one coming a mile away, but it's still satisfying to see, heh." Rangga commented softly on the movie, which just showed us a supposed plot twist.

The movie isn't the most popular one in the 'Now Playing' list. It's a martial arts action flick, while people here like horror the most, followed by drama. I wasn't expecting him to like good old-fashioned fighting movies.

"I guess being unpredictable still comes second after being well-written," I remarked in response.

"Yeah, tell that to Shyamalan."

"Pffttt...!"

Oh, God-- Hahaha! That has no right to be that funny! Hahaha-- Oh shit, I almost wet myself! Lucky I crossed my legs earlier

and

closed my mouth in time...

Huh, why

did

I find that funny? It was a pretty lame remark, in hindsight. Pretty sure I've already seen more plot twist scenes in older movies--

...Ah, I see.

I guess I rarely enjoy something I like with someone else.

* * *

And as the movie ends, I finish my second bottle. The pressure stopped not long after I held my laughter, so I can walk inconspicuously. I can feel the bulge has gotten even bigger, but like I said, it's still manageable. I'd handled 12 hours before, and there's no reason I can't hold out that long today.

Wonder how he'd react since I ended up drinking both bottles...

"Here, lemme throw those away for you," he said, as we walked past a trash can.

That's it? No questions asked anymore? This guy's weird...

Oh, no no no. I can't think like

them

. Try to loosen up...

"Thanks."

...And now I can't say anything to him. Great.

We take our time looking around the shopping mall, from the cinema at the top floor to the first. It's not like either of us want to buy something, but I'm currently enjoying the moment. I guess this second date went well.

"It's five o'clock. You said you wanna head back home before evening?" Rangga asked.

"Yeah, I need to get some work done. Are you alright with that?"

"I'm fine. I already had fun the whole day," he answered, smiling like back in the cinema. "Let's head to the parking lot, then."

"You haven't said anything about my drinking since before we watched the movie."

Shit, why did I say that? Stop it, my mouth!

"What?" he asked, turning towards me.

"You haven't said anything about my drinking habit for a while. So you don't mind it?" I repeated.

"Well... if anything--like I said before--I'm not just fine with it, I'm actually impressed! You must be pretty strong, drinking like that and not having to relieve yourself," he answered. "But I guess it shouldn't matter what I think, should it? Or anybody else, for that matter."

...

"Doesn't change the fact that I already like you, anyway," he continued. "God, that was pretty embarrassing. I hope you don't cringe listening to that."

'Doesn't matter what others think'... No, it's not something I've never heard before. On the contrary, it's something I have said to myself several times. The last time was three years ago in high school.

...I guess he really is pretty chill.

"Okay, thanks for the explanation. You're wrong about one thing, though," I said as I pulled his left hand, trying to make him start walking again towards his motorcycle.

"Huh? What?" He seems surprised.

How cute.

"Come on, let's get to your bike!"

It does matter what

he

thinks... Just a bit.

* * *

"Here we are, your apartment," he said after stopping his bike.

"T-t-thank y-you..." I replied while getting off my seat.

"Anin?! What happened?"

I... forgot that motorcycles vibrate a lot. I'm at my limit.

"I-i-it's fine... I just need to get inside..."

"Do you need any help?"

"N-no need, I'll manage."

"Alright, I trust you. Welp, see you later in college, alright?" He was going to start his bike, so I cut him off first.

"Oh, Rangga?"

"Yeah?"

I brace against the pressure from my bladder and try to act collected.

"I also had fun. Looking forward to our next date!" I exclaimed. He simply smiled and drove off.

Now then...

"Come on... almost there... Oh, thank God!"

I'm finally alone in my apartment bathroom, after a few feet of brisk walking while making an X with my legs. My firm, round lower abdomen feels like it's seconds away from bursting. I'm so glad I wore tights today.

"Finally..."

I relieve myself on the toilet. It takes a good 20 seconds to let it all out. I put my trigger finger on the flush button, and then it was over.

I didn't have high hopes for today, or even for our relationship after what happened back in high school. But I guess I could try to see what the future holds for Rangga and me.

And about what he said...

"You must be pretty strong, drinking like that and not having to relieve it."

I guess I'm quite the resilient girl, aren't I?