Dancing while pressed, seeing how long I can take before I piss on my self, I do this dance everytime before I stand apart and let all the piss out. My body moves in a frantic, awkward dance, my movements desperate and tense as I press my legs together tightly. A faint scent of urine permeates the air, mixing with the smell of sweat and exertion. The taste of adrenaline lingers in the my mouth, my heart racing as I push myself further and further. The sound of heavy breathing and small grunts can be heard as I struggle to hold on. My feet occasionally scrape against the floor as I shift my weight. Suddenly, the sound of relief and comfort fills the air as I release their bladder. It was like holding a trembling bird in your hands, feeling the electric beat of its wings as it fought against your grip, unsure of whether it wanted to stay or fly away.