Bladder Pulsing Novels & Stories

She presses down slightly and I get the urge to pee. “I’m sorry, it will be a little uncomfortable, as I know you have a full bladder. This won’t take long. Dads, why don’t you come and stand here and you can all see your pups?” I look at the ceiling as I hear clicks and feel the wand more over my belly and I wince at the pressure. She seriously better let up otherwise I’m going to pee my pants. When I hear it, I loud and fast whooshing sound. I turn my head to the screen and see two babies kicking and wiggling on the screen. I gasp and put my hands over my mouth as I watch them.

A soft, bio-luminescent pulse under her skin, matching the one I have. I feel a cramp. Sharp. Deep. I wince, putting a hand on my belly. "Ouch." "Cramps?" Alex asks, looking up from his tablet. "Is the baby okay?" "It's not the baby," I say, frowning. "It's not my uterus. It feels... higher. Solar plexus." "Scanning," Echo’s voice says from the drone hovering nearby. The drone descends. It scans me with a blue laser.

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?

Just the sound of my own breathing. The distant rustle of leaves. The quiet presence of the others around me. Then— That pulse. Faint. Deep in my chest. I focused on it. Carefully. It responded. Not strongly. Not violently like before. But enough. “What do you feel?” Adrian asked. “Something,” I whispered. “Follow it.” I tried. The pulse spread slightly, like a ripple in still water. It wasn’t overwhelming this time. It was… manageable. Controlled. I reached for it.

He smelled clean, like soap and something warm. A nurse came in. “Mr. Franklin, the echo tech is ready.” “Not yet,” he said. “I am still helping her myself.” His fingers pressed on the side of my neck. Two fingers. Warm and firm. He counted my pulse while he watched the monitor. “Your pulse feels strong but not steady under my fingers,” he said. “Tell me the truth. Does this happen when you feel turned on? Or only when you are stressed?” My eyes went wide. “I do not. That is not.”

"But I need to pee." "No, baby you don't." He groaned. I didn't, but it was worth a try. I sighed in defeat, realizing that my bladder's dramatic plea wasn't going to win me any sympathy points from Leo's cuddle barricade. But then, as I shifted slightly, I felt something unexpected—a subtle but unmistakable presence pressing against my lower back. My eyes widened in realization. Oh no, he didn't. I hesitated for a moment, disbelief mingling with embarrassment, and then I tried to wiggle away again, thinking maybe it was my imagination playing tricks on me. But there was no denying it this time—the unmistakable pressure against my lower back was far too real.

The marble beneath our feet was no longer cold or static. It had acquired the slight, humid give of living tissue. As we sprinted toward the heart of the palace, the walls began to contract in a rhythmic, slow-motion wave. In medicine, we call this peristalsis: the involuntary constriction and relaxation of a canal that pushes contents forward. Usually, it happens in the esophagus to move a bolus of food. Now, it was happening in the corridors of my home, and we were the contents being pushed toward the "stomach."

I can’t say it’s my heartbeat because I don’t believe I have one anymore. I hear a thumping, and I am still attempting to figure out what it is. I feel pulsing against my face, so I open my eyes. I can see the vein in Adela’s neck pulsating. I swear I can hear rushing fluid, and I’m betting that it’s her blood. I don’t know how this is possible; maybe I’m crazy,