Bladder Pulsing Novels & Stories

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How sickening did you need to be? He angled the gun toward me and instantly, I felt my bladder fill and the strings tugging, ready to burst. I squeezed my legs together, stopping the trembling of my thighs. My chest constricted, my heart pounding weakly as my head began to throb. My eyes prickled, tears emerging from the underground. My breath came out in staggered gasps as if my lungs had forgotten the sole purpose for which it was made for.

My heart was pounding so loud and there was a dull pain spreading across my chest. I instinctively looked down and saw a symbol right over my heart. I let out a hiss when I tried touching it. It was still faint but the I could feel it pulsing on my skin. Then without warning, the symbol burned hotter and pulsing deep inside me as if it had a will of its own.

The combo, vibrator in my pussy, plug in my ass, cock in my mouth—overwhelmed me. I gagged on him, my spit dripping, fingers frantic on the vibrator controls, turning it higher. My body shook, the pleasure too much, and suddenly I felt that pressure in my bladder, the overwhelming kind from cumming so hard. Oh fuck, I am going to pee, I can not hold it.

Nat’s POV The impact steals the air from my lungs, and pain explodes through my stomach like a hot balloon strike in the air. It is sharp and contracting. A groan leaves my lips as I fold in half, my knees subsequently giving out. I hit the floor hard, the room violently spinning around me. I clutch my stomach, lying on the ground from the searing pain. Then I feel it between my legs. A strange warmth spreading. Did I lose control of my bladder?

The only thing that he said was “That does explain a few things.” Now they were going to find out what explained those few things. She hoped that one of those things would be why she sometimes felt like she had an octopus growing inside her. Halfway across the driveway was one of those moments. A hand or foot made contact with her bladder and then her ribs. Her tailbone, kidney and a few more punches to the bladder and diaphragm. Pausing as an ‘ooomph’ escaped her, Helen gripped Reese’s hand and began to do her breathing exercises that she remembered from her earlier pregnancies.

Aiden’s voice sounds distant as he tries to keep me conscious. The pain is excruciating—my skin itches, burns, and throbs as if I am being physically dismantled. To add to the distress, a colossal urge to urinate overwhelms me. I squirm in my seat, my heart pounding with the fear that I’ll lose control of my bladder.

The gel was cool against my skin, and the doppler hummed softly as he moved it across the curve of my belly. The heartbeat filled the room in a steady rhythm—strong, sure, and so fast it made mine slow down just listening to it. “There he is,” Adam said quietly. “Still throwing a dance party in there.” “He’s training for the Olympics,” I muttered. “Specifically, bladder trampoline.” Adam chuckled and wiped the gel off with practiced ease, then reached for the tape measure. “Your fundal height is measuring right on track,” he murmured, more to himself than me. “And no excessive swelling, no protein in the urine… everything’s looking good.”

To the outside world, everything seemed calm—but for Rea, every passing moment became more painful. At first, it was just a strange pull at the base of her neck. As if something inside her was trying to break through—a thin, nearly imperceptible pulse. She ignored it. Thought it was just exhaustion—after all, her strength had been completely drained earlier. But the pulsing didn't fade. It deepened. With every step. Every single movement. Soon, the same dull, rhythmic pain appeared in her temples. It felt like her blood was moving too fast in her veins, like her whole body wanted to scream something she wasn't ready to hear. But she didn't stop. Didn't speak.

I push my sweater up and the waistband of my tracksuit pants down and lay on the bed which is inclined slightly. My heart is hammering. He’ll probably be able to hear that way down there. The gel is cold and I suck in my breath. “Just relax. Don’t forget to breath.” The doctor says as he moved the doppler over my tummy, pressing slightly and then more firmly lower. “I have this connected to my Bluetooth ear pods. So you won’t hear anything just yet.” He listens intently and it feels like it is taking forever. Then he holds it firm and still and he stands up straight and flick a switch on the doppler.