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It was just like Tesla to be double crossed by his worst enemy. He tried to prove that the power-hungry tycoon was nothing but a thief, but it really backfired on him. It led to dozens of his patents being stolen from him.
Therefore, he decided to spend the next few days replacing the patents that damned Edison stole from him. Starting with the ultra-secure belt, who knows when someone could give him a pantsing next?
The day after he finished making a replacement belt, he put it on. It was more or less like the original, but not exactly the same.
Now onto working onto patents, starting with the death ray one...
He was working on the replacement patent for the apple powered doomsday device when he felt a twinge...
A few hours in and that nagging twinge became more apparent. So did the main problem with the belt. Maybe all that coffee wasn't such a good idea...
Nikola got up from his desk and the fullness of his bladder became almost unbearable. That belt would be really difficult, if not impossible, to get off in a pinch. He was going to have to get someone else to help him.....
The rest of the team were gathered around, just knowing it was going to be something stupid.
"I.....need you to help me get my belt off." Already aware how awkward the situation was.
"Why?"
"Umm....well....." His voice quieted down to a whisper. "I really need to pee."
"Did you REALLY not think about that when inventing this?!" Einstein said in disbelief.
"Not until now..."
"I did. I just thought it'd be funnier for him to find out himself." Taputti chimed in.
"Help me.....please...." The others just looked at each other. They didn't really want to help him, for one reason or another.
"Uhhh......radiation, remember?"
"Forget it, pigeon f**ker. You're one of the few whose pants I WOULDN'T get into."
He knew instantly he didn't want SIGMUND to help him, the situation was uncomfortable enough.
Darwin passed a wire cutter over to him, hoping that would get the ordeal over and done with.
"What? No! This took forever for me to make, I can't- Ngh...." He pressed his legs together, trying not to grab himself.
There was no other way around it; he was gonna have to do it himself.
He rushed to the bathroom, making sure the door was closed.
If he could remember correctly (at least in his current state of mind), the third lock had to be undone first. Now, which key went into it.
A pulse told him he didn't have long left. He frantically searched through the keys to find the right one.
Oh god, this was bad. He had to pee so bad he couldn't even think straight. All he could do is scramble through it and hope for the best...
He found the needed key and got to undoing the lock.
A leak found its way through, making him yelp in panic. It wasn't visible, but he could feel it dampen his purple lightning-bolt boxers.
He grabbed himself and squirmed a bit, really grateful he was alone. He could do this...
With some more struggling, the first lock was undone. The second one to be undone was the first.
Another spurt of urine managed to trickle out of him, causing him to bite his lip as he searched for the correct key.
He struggled to get the key in, only to realize he was trying to get the wrong one in. He checked his patent, despite how hard it was to concentrate considering the circumstances.
The key to use soon became clear, but then another spurt, making Nikola let out a long, drawn-out whine.
The wet spot was definitely visible now. He could feel it impatiently trying to spray out of him. He didn't remember having that much trouble with the previous ultra-secure belt, but he wasn't that desperate at the time!
He was all trembly and helpless, he couldn't hold it much longer....
But he was almost there, only the middle lock had to be undone. The question was if he was able to get it off in time...
A harsh squeeze came from his bladder and a big trickle leaked out.
He wasn't gonna last long; maybe he could undo it while holding himself?
He grasped at himself, grimacing at how damp the fabric was. Now to find the key that hadn't been used yet...
A trickle passed through his grasp, followed by another. He managed to pick the third key when a third trickle passed.
He had to do this. He wasn't gonna wet himself, not now!
His shaky hands tried to get the key into the final lock. He was almost there....
The trickles became more frequent.
"No, please, I'm so close-!"
Those frequent trickles then turned into a full-on torrent.
"Agh-! Nonononono-!"
But it was no use. All he could do was quietly weep as his body continued to betray him. The flood that his bladder had held onto for hours was gushing through his trousers and onto the floor, making a very obvious puddle.
After a while, the relief hit, but it didn't feel deserved. That just made him tear up even more. He was supposed to be one of the world's greatest inventors, and yet here he was wetting his pants like a little kid. He was at least glad his electricity powers weren't acting up; now would not be a good time.
When it slowed to a trickle, he chose a moment where his vision wasn't obstructed by his tears and focused on undoing the final lock. This was definitely easier now that he didn't feel like he was going to burst.
And with that, the belt was finally off, just too late as it was all over.
There he was, curled up in front of the toilet, sitting in a puddle of his liquid shame. He felt so dirty. He knew urine was sterile most of the time, but it still felt wrong nonetheless. Why did he invent that belt in the first place, why? He'd much rather be pantsed than experience this again....
It was alright, at least no one saw him like this; hopefully he could sort it all out and keep what little remained of his dignity-
Knocking could be heard.
Nikola heard the door began to open and his heart skipped a beat. He was in such a hurry he forgot to lock the door....
"Please don't open please don't open please don't-!"
But it was too late.
It was Churchill. He must have heard him crying and opened the door to see what was wrong.
The fact that the leader, let alone ANYBODY, saw him like this was enough to make the Croatian start pathetically sobbing all over again.
"I'm....... I'm sorry....." But to his surprise, he felt a pat on his back.
"Ah, it's alright, chap. It happens to the best of us."
Nikola's teary, bloodshot eyes looked up at Churchill. "R-really?"
"Let's get you cleaned up." The leader helped him up.
At least no one else would know about it....
After all that, that was the last time he wore that belt. That was one invention that Tesla was willing to accept was a failure.
He just hoped that Edison had similar trouble with the belt he stole off him. That'd really show him....