Soooo... Bobos and Mumus

[Anonymous No.51579510]

Explain why we are pumping/not dumping?

[Anonymous No.51579535]

>>51579510
Bobo and Mumu are stuck on the roof.

> The two of them went up alone, which was probably already not the best idea, all things considered. Even worse was the fact that they would not tell anyone where they were going to have their lunch, because this was meant to be a super secret meeting, that not even their closest friends could know about.

> And so, they enjoyed their lunch together, all alone on the roof. Now, lunch is over, and they are ready to go back down, but there is just one little problem: the door is stuck.

> Bobo tries it first, giving Mumu an empty smile as he says, “You try it, I can’t get it.”

> “Oh, get out of my way,” Mumu replies, certain that Bobo is either joking around with him, or just too weak to give the door the proper tug it needs. Either way, he knows that he is perfect for this job. He puts his hand on the knob, so that he can turn it effortlessly, but when he tries that, he finds that it really is stuck. Or, at least, it requires a bit more effort than he has put in, but that is nothing that he can’t handle.

> Giving it a harder twist does not do anything to help, however, and Mumu takes a moment to steel himself, taking a deep breath, and planting his feet firmly on the ground. Letting out a battle cry, he goes for it one more time, putting all of his strength into it, and all the while, Bobo is at his side, watching eagerly, certain that Mumu can pull it off.

> At least, until he lets go of the doorknob, his shoulders sagging as he lets out a defeated sigh. “It’s totally stuck. I can’t get it.”

> Bobo cocks his head, still smiling at him for a moment, before a look of horror finally crosses his face. “You don’t mean that we’re stuck up here?”

[Anonymous No.51579542]

Because nothing makes any sense OP.

[Anonymous No.51579547]

>>51579535

> “Afraid so,” he replies, shaking his head. “We’re completely stuck. The only thing we can do now is stay calm, and patiently wait for help to come.” With that, he starts banging his fists on the door, and shouting at the top of his lungs. “Come get us out! Someone open this door! Help! Hurry up already, we’re stuck here!” He repeats that over and over again, until Bobo is at his side, joining him and mimicking everything that he does.

> However, it seems that there is no one passing through the stairwell that leads to the roof. There is no one around to hear them, no one who responds to these desperate cries for help. Mumu is quick to run from the door, to look down over the edge of the roof, but there is no one milling about outside to ask for help either. Just when he starts to wonder where everyone could be, the bell rings, signaling the end of their lunch break, meaning that everyone else has already gone back to class.

> “It will be fine,” Mumu says at last, sounding completely confident. “Once we don’t show up for class, everyone will start to worry about us, you know? Once the search party is out and about, someone is bound to come and check the roof, and then, we’ll be saved!”

> “Yeah, you’re right!” Bobo agrees, believing him completely. All the two of them have to do is settle down and be patient, and in no time, their classmates will be on the hunt for them. All they have to do is wait and out, and then they can go back to class like nothing happened.

> Things would be a little bit easier, Mumu muses, if he did not have to pee right now, but he knows that he can wait quite a bit longer on that as well, at least until help finally comes for him.

> However, no matter how much time passes, there are no signs of their missing classmates.

> “The rescue team sure is taking their sweet time,” Mumu complains.

> “Maybe they don’t know to look up on the roof,” Bobo suggests, but that just earns him a scowl from him friend.

[Anonymous No.51579565]

>>51579547

> “Come on, that’s the most obvious place to look! If I were searching for someone, that is the first place that I would check,” he replies, not that complaining about any of this really does much of anything. It does not even help to make him feel better, or even provide him with any entertainment. He is still just as bored as ever, and what is worse, there is that nagging need to pee that is really starting to get on his nerves.

> Since he did not think he would be stuck here all day - because why would he? - he was not careful about the drink he had with lunch. Normally, he goes to the bathroom right after lunch, so he has not visited it since this morning, and his need is starting to make itself more and more known, since he has missed the usual window in which he would relieve himself.

> Mumu does not want to say anything about it to Bobo, because in his mind, that is pretty embarrassing. The last thing he wants to do is make it seem like he might have trouble holding it. Obviously, he is going to be fine while he waits for his friends to come find him, because he could hold it for hours if he really wanted to. The only problem at all is that it is annoying to have to deal with, but beyond that, he is completely fine, nothing to worry about. Even if he were stuck up here until the very end of the school day, he would still be holding strong, and that is why he does not want to mention anything to Bobo. There really is no reason to call attention to the fact that he has to pee.

[Anonymous No.51579578]

>>51579565

> But he does hope that he can go sooner rather than later. The fact that he has to wait at all is still a complete and total pain, and he would rather not have to deal with it at all. It is not to the point that he would consider himself desperate or anything, but standing still is starting to feel kind of irritating, and he finds himself squirming in place whenever he is not paying attention to what he is doing. Fortunately for him, Bobo has not noticed that yet, but if he keeps this up, then he knows that his friend will be able to tell that there is something going on, and it will be impossible to hide it at that point.

> Biting his lip, he tries to think of something to distract himself, so that he is not focused on the throbbing of his bladder, becoming more incessant with each passing moment. Unfortunately, nothing comes to mind, and he just as bored as before, so bored that he almost wishes that he were in class right now. Even that would be better than this prolonged torment.

> While Mumu is caught up in his own thoughts, Bobo is starting to fidget. At first, he is not sure why he feels like this, but then he realizes that he forgot to go to the bathroom on his way to lunch, because he got so caught up in his shared excitement with Mumu. It was just so much fun, talking about their secret meeting and hurrying off, making sure that no one else was following them, that he did not think about an important part in his daily routine. Normally, he always goes to the bathroom right before lunch, but today, it completely slipped his mind.

[Anonymous No.51579592]

>>51579578

> That, combined with the fact that he had something to drink with his lunch, does not bode well for his bladder, but he is not sure if he should mention that or not. After all, there is nothing that he or Mumu can do about the fact that they are stuck, and it is his own fault that he forgot to go to the bathroom. It would probably seem silly for him to voice his need now, and would just call attention to something that he is not going to be able to take care of any time soon.

> So he just has to make sure that he holds it. If Mumu is right about this, and Bobo can think of no reasons why he wouldn’t be, then they are going to be rescued any minute now. Their friends are going to worry about them and come looking for them, and since the roof is the most obvious place, they will be trying the door soon enough. Even if there is a problem all around, making it impossible to open from the other side, they will be able to find a solution down there, even if they have to break it down.

> So there is no reason for him to worry about anything. If he can just forget the fact that he needs to pee, then it will not even bother him anymore, and then, before he knows it, he will be free to go to the bathroom. Until then, he will sit patiently with Mumu, the two of them silent for the time being, as they both wait for time to pass, both hoping for rescue to come sooner rather than later.

> The problem is that his need quickly begins to grow worse. Or, perhaps, it was already this bad, but he had not really noticed before, because he was not thinking about it, but now that he has spared it some thought, the need persists, nagging at him and doing whatever it can to catch his attention. Bobo squirms in discomfort, now unsure of just how long he is going to be able to keep his need to himself. If help does not come soon, he is not going to be able to hold still, and Mumu is going to notice his behavior, and it will not be hard to figure it out then.

[Anonymous No.51579603]

>>51579592

> And so the two of them are both aware of their need to pee, and both definitely not willing to let the other one find out about it. Both are left hoping that things clear up soon, and both try and ignore that nagging fear that they might not be able to make it as long as they might need to, in a situation like this. There is really no telling how long they will be stuck up here, and since no one has come to find them yet, the chance that they might be stuck like this until the end of the school day becomes more and more likely.

> Mumu tells himself over and over again that he can hold it until then. Even though he does not understand why no one would come to find him before then, he at least knows that, when school lets out, he can lean over the edge of the roof and scream for help, easily getting someone’s attention. If that is what it comes down to, then the only thing that he can do is wait it out. In his mind, that should not be a problem, because he has no doubt he can keep holding it…he just really hopes that he does not have to hold it that long.

> His body is not as certain as his mind, and he feels another twinge of desperation, trying so hard to get his attention. He bites his lip, trying to take his mind off of it, to restore his confidence before it falters too much. The worst thing he can do right now is lose faith in himself, when he already knows for sure that everything is going to be just fine. In fact, he is certain that the only way things might not turn out okay is if he allows himself to think negatively about the situation. As long as he can keep up his usual, boundless confidence, then everything is going to turn out just as he says it is.

> At least, that remains the best thing to tell himself, so that he does not consider the possibility of anything else happening.

[Anonymous No.51579609]

>>51579510
After watching this market for a year I think it's either:

1. there are just a lot of retards who think BTC is worth 19k or
2. a cabal are putting a floor in at 19k and a lot of retards are lapping this up

[Anonymous No.51579617]

>>51579603

> Even with all of that confidence, as time ticks on, his bladder begins to protest more and more. Missing his routine bathroom break is definitely not good for him in this situation, and the juice he had with his lunch is going to join in soon enough, making it that much worse for him. It is hard for him to not think about it when his need keeps popping into his mind, as slight twangs from his lower abdomen steal his attention, and make him worry about if he is really going to be able to stand this for that much longer. There are still a few hours before school even lets out for the day, and there is no telling how long it will take to fix the door from the other side, if it is not stuck because of something simple.

> But he definitely should not think of that, because that just fills him with a sense of dread that does not at all befit the situation, and leaves him even more antsy. By now, he is having a much harder time holding still, and he just tries to make sure that his movements are nothing that would catch Bobo’s attention. He usually does not stand still for very long, so he can only hope that that will be enough to cover all of this up. Fidgeting about, he just takes steady breaths, and continues to remind himself that everything is going to be just fine. As long as he is able to hold it, everything is going to be just fine.

> Bobo does not notice, just as Mumu would have hoped, but part of that is due to just how distracted he is on his own. It has left him plenty antsy, and he is also left squirming and fidgeting about, wishing that he could be a little more subtle about it, but knowing better than to try and push things when he is definitely getting way too close to his own limit. He does not know how much longer he is going to be stuck up here, but he does know that trying to hide his need, and prioritizing that over actually holding it, is only going to lead to more problems for him.

[Anonymous No.51579636]

>>51579617

> His legs are shaking at any moment, and he decides that sitting is only worse on him, so he stands on those shaking legs, jiggling them a bit more to try and make it easier. They have been up here for a while now, and he is getting to the point that little movements like that do not really do anything for him. While facing away, he presses a hand into the front of his pants to try and help things, and hopes that Mumu is still just as distracted by whatever he has on his mind. Bobo has no idea what it could be, but it must be something pretty important to have Mumu so focused.

> Of course, all Mumu is actually focused on is his own bladder, his situation just the same as Bobo’s. Since neither of them will mention it to the other, neither of them realize that they are both just as desperate, and both struggling with the same problem. At least then, they might be able to share in their suffering, but as things are now, neither want to come out and say that they have to pee, both just waiting for their chance to get off of this roof.

> Mumu is certain that he is going to run faster than he ever has before just to make it to the bathroom, just to put an end to all of this suffering. His confidence is really beginning to falter now, and he can’t seem to recover it this time. Is he really going to wet himself because of this? The more doubt creeps in, the less he is able to be sure of himself, and he is really beginning to worry now.

> The day continues to drag on, but still, both of them continue to fight, neither wanting to look at the other while they squirm around, trying to keep things hidden, not realizing what they would see if they spared each other a glance. However, both know that if they do much more than this, that it is probably going to become obvious, and that they are not going to be able to lie about what they are going through.

[Anonymous No.51579658]

>>51579636

> Bobo rubs his thighs tight together to try and prevent any leaks from escaping, to try and keep himself as dry as possible. There is a part of him that is really tempted to just let a little bit out, nearly convinced that he would feel a lot better if he just let some out. Not too much, just enough to take the edge off, and still so little that his panties would be able to absorb it all, with none of it running down his legs. But just before he goes through with that, he realizes how silly of a plan that is- he is so desperate now that there is no way he would be able to stop at just a little bit, and he would end up completely wetting himself on the spot.

> If that is out, then he can’t let any escape, or else that could mean the end of this. However, just rubbing his thighs together is not doing anything for him, and these little squirms are not doing much either. If he is going to keep holding it for the remaining time, he is going to have to do a lot more than this, and that will also make it obvious to Mumu. He knows that, but he also knows that anything is better than wetting himself, so maybe it would not be such a bad idea to just admit to the problem and get that part over with.

> He is considering that, weighing his options, when Mumu suddenly cries out, “Oh, I can’t take this anymore!” Immediately, Bobo turns to look at him in concern, surprised to find that he has a hand jammed between his legs, pushed up under his skirt, barely able to stand still. From his pose and the way he is moving about, it really looks like he has to…

> “I have to pee so bad, I can’t stand it! Don’t you dare tell anyone about this! If I don’t do something drastic, I’m totally going to wet myself!” he cries, and upon hearing that, Bobo can’t help but be pleased. “Huh? What’s that smile for? You better not be making fun of me!”

[Anonymous No.51579679]

>>51579658

> “No, it’s not that, it’s just…I gotta pee too!” he says, his smile growing. With that, he feels no reason to hold back, not when Mumu is being so open about his own desperation. He pushes a hand between his legs as well, and it definitely feels a lot better to be able to hold himself like this. It does not help that much, and he knows that he is still absolutely bursting, but at least like this, he can hold back a little longer than he may have if he had still been trying to hide his desperation.

> Plus, it just feels better to know that he is not the only one in a bad situation right now. He is not happy that Mumu has to pee, or anything like that, but he is at least happy that he is not alone, and that the two of them will be fighting this battle together. Of course, that only makes him want the situation to be cleared up that much faster, so that Mumu does not have to worry about this either.

> As for Mumu, he is a little bit relieved to find that, not only is Bobo not making fun of him, but that he is just as bad off as him. Actually, he secretly hopes that Bobo is doing worse, because if it comes down to it, and they are not able to make it, he wants to at least be the last one standing. However, he does not say this out loud, and instead focuses more on his own struggles, not commenting further on the situation. The two of them are definitely in a lot of trouble if they don’t get rescued soon, and since the end of the day is so close now, that really is their only chance.

> But that means he does not have to hold it too much longer, and if he has waited this long, then he wants to think that he will be able to wait all the way until the end. Ideally, both he and Bobo will be able to make it, but Mumu really does not care as much about his friend’s predicament as he should, not when he considers his own to be that much more important, that much more urgent. No matter what, he is not going to be the one who ends up wet.

[Anonymous No.51579696]

>>51579679

> By now, both of them are holding themselves without bothering to hide it, and both are squirming and dancing around with dramatic movements, neither needing to worry about looking silly in front of the other anymore. Whatever it takes to make sure that they make it out of here, no matter how ridiculous it is, is an absolutely valid option right now. Neither can bother with being ashamed, because they both know that they are going to be a lot more ashamed if they actually do lose control, and if they actually do wet themselves on this roof.

> But time is not on their side, and they have already been forced to wait for such a long time already. Things are getting critical. There is nothing left for either of them to do other than keep fighting like this, their movements becoming more frantic. Each pang of desperation leaves them completely panicked, and time feels as if it has frozen completely, while their needs continue to exacerbate.

> When Mumu feels himself leak, he lets out a strangled cry, unable to hold that back anymore than he could the burst of liquid. He knows that he is at his very limit, and school is still not out for the day. There has still been no attempts at rescue, and there has been no one for them to try and flag down to come and help them. He is almost at his limit, and he does not think he is going to make it. Even the fact that Bobo seems completely frantic, on the edge himself, does not offer him much comfort.

[Anonymous No.51579719]

>>51579696

> He is not going to make it, and he knows that now, even though he does not want to accept it. Someone could come to the door right this second and open it, but there is no guarantee that he is going to make it all the way down the stairs and to the nearest bathroom before he loses it, and that is assuming the door will open with no trouble, and is not stuck from the other side. And that is pretending that there is actually someone there, ready to open the door, even though Mumu knows for certain that that is not the case.

> He is going to wet himself, and he just wants to be able to hold on a little while longer, just so that he can outlast Bobo. That is the only thing he can fight for now, since he knows that making it is absolutely impossible, so he holds himself tight, and does not allow his legs to go still for even a moment, fighting against any further leaks, fighting against the flood that wants out so badly. But even with all that effort, another leak slips past his defenses, and then another, and then Mumu realizes that he is not leaking anymore.

> He just barely has the chance to yank his skirt up, rather than continuing to hold himself and let his hands get wet. If only he had the chance to get his panties down, if only he had thought about that before it got to this point, but he was too busy trying to convince himself that he could make it. Now that he is already losing control, it seems so obvious.

> Despite his humiliation, it feels so good to be able to let it out like this. His panties are quickly soaked through, and it splatters to the ground beneath him, a puddle rapidly growing at his feet. That is more than enough to catch Bobo’s attention, who gapes at the sheer amount of liquid pouring out of Mumu all at once. He knew that his friend really had to go, but he did not realize just how bad it was until now, now that he can see just how much he was holding back.

[Anonymous No.51579735]

>>51579719

> But then it hits him that this means Mumu has already lost out, that he is already wetting himself, and Bobo feels really bad for him, and worse still for standing here, staring and marveling at it all. And then he feels a little bit of urine leak out and he remembers that he is about to be in the same situation, if he does not keep his focus on holding back.

> Unfortunately, it is already too late for him, and there is nothing that he can do to stop this now. By letting that little bit out, and by letting his guard down for too long, he already sealed his fate, and now, he just has to accept it. At the very least, Mumu losing it first gives him the idea to pull down his pants, just narrowly managing to avoid getting them wet, peeing full force as he lets go of everything that he has been holding back all this time.

> It feels really good to let it out like this, and for the moment, he does not really care that he is wetting himself, or that he is supposed to be really embarrassed right now. It feels too good to worry about any of that, and he relaxes for the first time in hours, letting out a long sigh of relief. He knows that he definitely feels better about this because Mumu is wet too, because neither of them were able to make it. If Mumu had held it to the end, he would probably be a lot more embarrassed, but since they are wetting themselves together, it really does not feel that bad.

[Anonymous No.51579746]

>>51579735

> Mumu does not exactly share that sentiment, but by the time his bladder is completely empty, he knows that there is nothing he can do about it, and that lamenting it is not going to dry his panties. The end of the school day is coming, and at least then he can rush home to get himself cleaned up and into some dry underwear. And, hopefully, since he did not get his skirt wet, he will be able to hide what happened to him, but that is only provided Bobo can hide it as well, and can keep his mouth shut about it.

> And hopefully no one will notice the puddles up here on the roof either, or if they do, they will assume it was something spilled, and not guess at the humiliation. Either way, Mumu knows that he needs to make sure Bobo knows that no one else can ever know about this, and that he needs to start drilling it into him now, to make sure that it sinks in. But as long as all of that works out, then he can at least be glad that this situation could have been a lot worse.

[Anonymous No.51579766]

>>51579535
>>51579547
>>51579565
>>51579578
>>51579592
>>51579603
>>51579617
>>51579636
>>51579658
>>51579679
>>51579696
>>51579719
>>51579735
>>51579746
MEDS RIGHT FUCKING NOW TAKE YOUR FUCKNG MEDS YOU SCHIZO!

[Anonymous No.51579798]

>>51579766
>MEDS RIGHT FUCKING NOW TAKE YOUR FUCKNG MEDS YOU SCHIZO!

[Anonymous No.51580089]

>>51579735
>neither of them were able to make it

[Anonymous No.51580137]

>>51579510
>bots replying to bots: the thread
This place really is dead.

[Anonymous No.51580153]

>>51579609

[Anonymous No.51580157]

I'm the Bomu now!