Bursting at the Barbers (ChatGPT)

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This story is my own idea that I’ve written myself but then I’ve asked ChatGPT to expand on what I’ve written.



Bursting at the Barbers - Part 1: A Morning of Mistakes

The sun shone brightly through the thin curtains of Jake’s bedroom, casting golden streaks of light across the walls. It was the kind of summer morning that promised warmth, adventure, and lazy afternoons. Jake stretched his arms above his head, yawning as he sat up in bed. He was a fit, confident nineteen-year-old with sun-kissed skin and an easygoing attitude. Dressed only in his boxers, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

His first stop was the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and relieved himself, standing there for a moment as he blinked at his reflection in the mirror above the sink. His short, dark hair was a mess, and he ran a hand through it lazily. It was getting long—too long, actually. He needed a haircut.

But first, coffee.

Jake padded downstairs to the kitchen, his bare feet cool against the tiled floor. He grabbed a mug, filled it with water, and placed it in the microwave before spooning in a generous scoop of instant coffee. As he waited for the microwave to beep, he poured himself a big bowl of cereal and drowned it in milk.

The smell of coffee filled the kitchen as he stirred the steaming liquid. He took a deep sip, sighing at the familiar warmth that spread through his chest. He knew caffeine was a diuretic and that milk was hydrating, but it wasn’t like he was going on a road trip or anything. He had no reason to worry about how much he was drinking.

As he ate, he scrolled through his phone, mindlessly watching videos and chatting with his friends. He finished the cereal, drained the last of his coffee, and then grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge. It was already shaping up to be a hot day, and he figured he might as well stay hydrated.

By the time the bottle was empty, he checked his phone—11:45 AM. He needed to get going if he wanted to beat the midday rush at the hairdressers. He grabbed his black athletic shorts from the back of a chair and pulled them on, followed by a simple white t-shirt. The shorts had an elastic waistband, snug but comfortable. He checked himself in the mirror before slipping on his trainers and grabbing his wallet.

Jake was about to head out the door when a small thought crossed his mind. Maybe I should use the bathroom before I go? He hesitated for a second, then shrugged. Nah, I’ll be fine. I don’t even feel like I need to go.

With that, he slung his bag over his shoulder, stepped out into the warm sunshine, and headed for the bus stop, completely unaware that he had just made the first big mistake of the day…




Bursting at the Barbers - Part 2: The McDonald’s Stop

Jake arrived at the bus stop just in time to see his bus pulling up. He jogged forward and hopped on, swiping his pass before making his way to an empty seat near the back. As he settled in, he leaned back against the window, letting the warmth of the sun bathe his face through the glass.

The bus rumbled down the road, and he felt the coffee, cereal, and water sitting comfortably in his stomach. It was shaping up to be a good day—clear skies, warm weather, and a simple errand to run before he could do whatever he wanted. He scrolled through his phone, absentmindedly tapping through social media.

Fifteen minutes later, the bus pulled up outside McDonald’s. The moment he stepped off, he caught a whiff of fries and sizzling burgers, and his stomach growled in response. He hadn’t planned on stopping for food, but the thought of crispy fries and an ice-cold Coke was too tempting to ignore.

Walking inside, he was greeted by the cool blast of air conditioning. He joined the short line at the counter and glanced around. As he waited, he became vaguely aware of a slight need to pee. It wasn’t urgent—just a subtle pressure that he could easily ignore.

It can wait, he thought as he stepped up to the counter.

“Large fries, six nuggets, and a large Coke, please,” he ordered.

He paid, grabbed his tray, and found a seat by the window. The first thing he did was take a long sip of his Coke. The ice-cold soda was incredibly refreshing, and he let out a satisfied sigh. He dipped a fry into ketchup, enjoying the salty crunch, then popped a nugget into his mouth.

As he ate, he slowly worked his way through his drink, slurping loudly through the straw as the Coke fizzed against his tongue. He could feel his bladder slowly filling, but it was still nothing to worry about. He finished his food and downed the last of his Coke before standing up.

Alright, time to hit the bathroom before I head to the hairdressers.

Jake walked toward the restrooms at the back of the restaurant, only to stop short.

OUT OF ORDER.

He stared at the sign taped across the door.

Seriously? He sighed. He hadn’t expected to need the bathroom yet, but it was annoying to have his plan disrupted.

Oh well. He’d be fine.

Instead of leaving, he returned to the counter. The meal had been good, but something sweet sounded good too.

“One McFlurry and another large Coke, please,” he said.

The cashier handed over his order, and he sat back down, digging into the creamy, ice-cold dessert. He absentmindedly slurped his second Coke through the straw, the liquid sliding down his throat and adding to the growing fullness inside him. He wasn’t concerned. He’d held it in plenty of times before.

By the time he was finished, twenty minutes had passed, and his bladder was definitely fuller than before. Still, he wasn’t desperate. He stood up, threw his trash away, and left the restaurant, making his way toward the hairdressers.

The sun was high in the sky now, and the heat pressed down on him as he walked. The slight discomfort in his bladder was more noticeable, but he wasn’t worried.

I’ll just hold it until I get home.

He adjusted the waistband of his shorts. The elastic pressed lightly against his stomach, adding to the pressure, but he ignored it. It wasn’t a big deal. He’d be fine.

Little did he know, the real challenge was just beginning…




The Longest Hold - Part 3: The Hairdresser Wait

The hairdresser’s shop was just a short walk from McDonald’s, but by the time Jake arrived, he could definitely feel the liquid he’d consumed sitting heavily in his bladder. It wasn’t urgent yet, but it was there—an annoying pressure that he knew would only get worse.

The no-appointments system made the place convenient, but also unpredictable. Sometimes, he could walk right in and get a haircut within minutes. Other times, he had to wait over half an hour. Today, unfortunately, seemed to be one of the latter.

Jake sighed as he stepped inside. The shop was small, with a row of chairs lined against the wall and three barber stations in front of large mirrors. A warm shaft of sunlight streamed in through the window, making the air feel even warmer than it already was.

Three people were ahead of him.

He took a seat, settling in comfortably. Without thinking much about it, he swung his ankle up and rested it on his opposite knee, sitting in a figure-four position. The stretch felt good, but the way his shorts pressed against his abdomen increased the pressure on his bladder.

Still, he didn’t move. It was comfortable, and he wasn’t that desperate.

He leaned back against the chair, scrolling through his phone. A few minutes passed before he noticed someone watching him.

A girl—probably around his age—sat in the chair next to him. She had smooth, tanned legs peeking out from under a pair of snug denim shorts, and she was casually sipping from a water bottle. A hoodie was draped over her shoulders, but it was unzipped, revealing a tight tank top underneath.

“You’ve got great legs,” she said, smiling at him.

Jake raised an eyebrow, glancing down at himself. His black athletic shorts were short enough to show a lot of skin, but that had never bothered him. He was confident in his appearance.

“Uh, thanks?” he said, flashing a smirk.

“I like it when guys sit like that,” she added, nodding toward his figure-four position. “It makes you look chilled out and relaxed.”

Jake chuckled. “It is comfortable. Though it does kinda press on my bladder.”

She tilted her head. “Oh? You need to pee?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, a little.”

She laughed. “Same. I drank two bottles of water before I got here, and now I’m kinda regretting it. Hopefully, it’s my turn soon.”

Jake noticed she took another long sip from her water bottle. The sound of liquid sloshing made his own bladder ache slightly, but he ignored it.

“That was probably a bad idea,” he joked.

“I know,” she said, grinning. “But it’s so hot in here. The cold water helps.”

Jake glanced at the water cooler in the corner of the shop. Now that she mentioned it, it was kind of warm. The thought of drinking ice-cold water was tempting.

His bladder protested slightly at the idea, but he ignored it. He stood up, walked over to the cooler, and filled up a plastic cup.

As he sat back down, the girl watched him with amusement. “You just said you needed to pee, and now you’re drinking more?”

Jake smirked. “I’ll be fine.”

He took a slow sip, letting the chilled water cool his throat. It tasted great.

She shook her head. “You’re gonna explode if you keep that up.”

“Nah,” he said confidently. “I’ve got the bladder of a camel.”

She giggled. “We’ll see about that.”

Jake finished the cup, crushed it in his hand, and tossed it into the bin. He could definitely feel his bladder getting heavier, but he still wasn’t worried.

A few minutes later, he got up and refilled another cup. The sound of water splashing made him squirm slightly, but he pushed the feeling aside. He sat back down and took another sip.

The girl stared at him. “Seriously? You already have to pee, and you’re drinking more?”

Jake just shrugged, grinning. “It’s hot in here.”

She shook her head, amused. “I think you want to make yourself suffer.”

Jake laughed, but he could already tell that his bladder was reaching a new level of fullness.

The minutes dragged on, and his need grew steadily worse. He started bouncing his knee, tapping his foot slightly against the floor.

The girl next to him noticed immediately.

“I bet you’re dying for a pee right now,” she said.

Jake nodded. “Yeah. Probably a 7 out of 10 now. My bladder is so full.”

She winced. “Oof. Good luck. You’ll need it.”

Just then, the barber called the girl’s name. She stood up, crossing her legs briefly before walking toward the chair. Jake watched her go, slightly jealous that she’d get to leave soon.

Now alone, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He briefly rested his ankle on his opposite knee again, but this time, the pressure was too much. He quickly put his foot back down and clenched his thighs together.

He glanced at the clock. He’d been sitting here for over 40 minutes now, and his need had skyrocketed. He was starting to regret all the liquid he had consumed—the coffee, the milk in his cereal, the bottle of water, the two large Cokes, and then the multiple cups of water from the cooler.

That’s a lot of liquid, he thought grimly. And now it’s all sitting in my bladder.

Another 20 minutes passed.

Jake was absolutely bursting now. His bladder felt like a rock-hard balloon, pressing insistently against his waistband. He tried reading a magazine to distract himself, but it was impossible to focus.

Then, finally, his name was called.

Relieved, he stood up quickly—too quickly. A sharp wave of desperation hit him, and he had to tense every muscle in his body to keep control. He clenched his fists and forced himself to walk normally toward the barber chair.

As he sat down, he crossed his legs tightly before hesitantly asking:

“Uh… can I use the bathroom first?”

The barber shook his head. “Sorry, mate. Staff only.”

Jake groaned. “I really have to go, though.”

“Won’t take long,” the barber said. “You’ll be fine.”

Jake wasn’t so sure about that.

He took a deep breath as the barber started cutting his hair. His bladder felt like it was about to burst, but he had no choice but to endure it.

But as the minutes passed, the pressure only got worse.

His bladder felt enormous now, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t sit still. He shifted in his seat, fanned his legs in and out, and bounced his knee slightly.

The barber noticed. “Keep still, mate.”

Jake bit his lip. Easier said than done, he thought.

Then, as if things couldn’t get worse, the barber started talking about the gym—and about a time he had to hold it for two hours because the toilets were out of order.

Jake groaned. “Can we, uh… not talk about that right now?”

The barber laughed. “Getting to you, huh?”

Jake just nodded, crossing his legs together tightly.

His bladder was beyond full now, and he still had to wait until the haircut was finished.

Little did he know, his struggle was far from over…




Bursting at the Barbers - Part 4: The Search for a Bathroom

Jake could barely focus on what the barber was saying. His bladder was so full it was all he could think about. Every second dragged on like an eternity, and the relentless pressure in his abdomen only grew stronger. He shifted in the chair, trying to discreetly press his thighs together, but it was nearly impossible to sit still.

Jakes legs were crossed tighter than a sailors knot.

The barber was still chatting away, completely unaware of Jake’s increasing desperation.

Just hold on. Just a little longer.

After what felt like an eternity, the barber finally finished the haircut.

“There you go, mate. Looks good,” he said, brushing away the last stray hairs.

Jake didn’t care. The moment the barber stepped away, he sprang to his feet, his bladder literally about to explode. He dug a hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, fumbling with his cash.

“Here—just keep the change,” he said quickly, desperate to get out of there.

The barber laughed. “In a rush?”

Jake forced a smile. “Yeah, uh… gotta go.”

And he meant that in every sense of the phrase.



A Frantic Search

The moment he stepped outside, the heat of the sun pressed against him, but all he could focus on was finding a bathroom. His bladder was aching, stretched to its absolute limit.

Where can I go?

The first place he spotted was a small bookstore a few doors down. He quickly walked inside, trying to hide how desperate he was. He approached the cashier, a middle-aged woman wearing glasses.

“Excuse me,” he said, shifting slightly from foot to foot. “Do you have a bathroom?”

She barely glanced at him. “For customers only.”

Jake gritted his teeth. “I— I really, really need to go.”

She sighed. “Then buy something.”

Jake huffed in frustration. He didn’t have time to browse for a random book just to gain bathroom access. He turned and hurried out, feeling his bladder throb angrily at the sudden movement.

I can’t wait much longer…

He walked quickly down the street, his hands curled into fists at his sides. The waistband of his shorts dug into his swollen bladder.

He considered going into a coffee shop or another store, but he knew they’d probably say the same thing: customers only.

A sudden, sharp wave of desperation hit him, and he had to stop walking. He bent forward slightly, pressing his thighs together.

“Ohhh, this is bad,” he muttered under his breath.



A Ray of Hope—Then More Trouble

A man walked past, and Jake forced himself to straighten up. He needed to find a bathroom fast, and looking like a desperate little kid wasn’t going to help.

He spotted a Walmart about half a mile away. Relief flooded through him—big stores always had public restrooms. If he could just make it there, he’d be fine.

He picked up the pace, each step jostling his overfilled bladder. He was so full it was making his stomach feel tight.

As he neared the entrance, he forced himself to walk normally—but his bladder was screaming for relief.

He rushed inside, eyes immediately scanning for the bathroom signs. There—near the back of the store. He practically hobbled toward them, heart racing.

But the moment he got there, his stomach dropped.

“CLOSED FOR CLEANING.”

Jake froze, staring at the sign in horror.

No. No, no, no—

He stepped forward anyway, pushing the door open slightly.

A cleaner—a woman in her late forties—immediately blocked his path.

“Sorry, love, you’ll have to wait. Cleaning in progress.”

Jake clenched his fists, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I—I really, really need to go.”

She crossed her arms. “You’ll have to hold it.”

Jake’s bladder pulsed angrily, and he groaned softly. “I’ve been holding it for hours. Please.”

She sighed. “Look, the longer you argue, the longer this will take.”

Jake groaned in frustration, stepping back outside. He stood just beyond the door, pacing back and forth, one hand subtly pressed against his waistband.

A couple nearby noticed him.

A guy, maybe in his early twenties, grinned. He shook his water bottle, making the liquid slosh loudly.

Jake winced, crossing his arms.

“Need to pee, mate?” the guy teased.

Jake glared. “Not funny.”

The guy laughed and pulled out his phone. “I should film this. ‘Teen guy absolutely bursting for a piss in Walmart’—that’d go viral.”

Jake shot him a death glare. “Dude, stop.”

The guy smirked and started playing water sounds on his phone. The sound of a gushing waterfall filled the air.

Jake squeezed his thighs together tightly. “Are you serious right now?”

The guy’s girlfriend giggled. “Oh my god, he’s actually about to wet himself.”

Jake groaned and turned away, his whole body trembling from the effort of holding it in. He glanced back at the bathroom door. Still closed.

I can’t wait anymore.



The Desperate Decision

At this point, Jake was seconds away from losing it. He had never been this desperate in his life.

He considered going into the women’s restroom, but that would get him in trouble.

His only option now was… outside.

He bolted toward the nearest exit, his bladder throbbing in protest. As soon as he was outside, he frantically searched for somewhere private.

Then he saw it—a narrow alleyway.

Without thinking, he hurried down the alley, checking to make sure no one was around. His bladder felt moments from bursting.

As soon as he reached the wall, he yanked down his shorts and boxers, whipped it out, and…



The Most Incredible Relief

The moment the first spurt of pee escaped, Jake let out a loud, shaky breath.

“Aahhhhhhh—”

It started as a slow stream, but within seconds, it became a powerful torrent. His bladder emptied in full force, the loud splattering sound echoing off the alley walls.

His entire body shuddered in relief, and he braced himself against the wall, eyes half-lidded.

It just kept going.

For over two minutes, he stood there, emptying the absurd amount of liquid he had consumed.

By the time the stream finally tapered off, he felt weak with relief. His bladder, once rock-hard, was now empty and relaxed.

Jake sighed, shaking himself off before pulling his shorts back up.

But as he turned around—

A police officer stood at the alley entrance, arms crossed.



The Consequences

Jake froze, his stomach dropping.

The officer stepped forward. “Public urination is illegal, kid.”

Jake groaned. “Oh, come on—”

“Hands behind your back.”

A few minutes later, Jake was in the back of a police car, being taken to the station.

When his parents arrived, they were not impressed.

After explaining the whole story, his dad sighed. “Jake… you should’ve just waited for the cleaner to finish.”

Jake groaned. “Dad, I was about to burst!”

His mom shook her head. “Maybe next time, don’t drink so much water if you know you can’t go.”

Jake sighed, sinking back in his seat.

Lesson learned.

But, man, that relief was worth it.


The End.

[Lee]

Wow, your descriptive writing skills are superb. Just my type of stories.

I was hoping poor Jake might “do it” in his pants, but the desperation is superb.

[Fred]

A well written story. "I'll hold it until I get home" is something a lot of us tell ourselves, and most often we can do it. But it's quite true that in many cities there are very few public toilets, and many stores have strict access rules.

[Wombat48]

Very good sorry! Loved his sense of relief

[Brian]

Jakes legs were crossed tighter than a sailors knot.

I love the barber's scenario!