Bladder Pulsing Novels & Stories

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥 The vibration humming through the flagstones of the belfry had shifted from a mechanical roar to a physical purge. The massive, ancient pipes of the pneumatic organ groaned under the weight of the geothermal steam, emitting a frequency so deep it felt like it was trying to realign the very marrow in Maya’s bones. The vapor shunted upward from the boiling heart of the mountain hissed out of the vent-stops in thick, blinding plumes that blanketed the monastery in a protective, humid shroud.

The pain from being so stretched was there, I also had this intense urge to pee. I panted against the feeling as the pressure increased. "Come on now, give it to me!" He panted harshly. I whimpered when his movements got even faster, he was rubbing my clit, at the same time impaling me with his cock. The pressure to pee was too strong. A strangled noise escaped my mouth as a large burst of liquid gushed out of me, he kept pumping furiously and another burst spurted out, completely draining me. The pressure gradually dissipated as I fought to regain my breath.

"Smack" The sound was sharp and clear, the sting left a handprint that faded from white to red. The connection of skin on skin held a strange, magnetic pull. On the equipment screen, the previously steady line spiked sharply upward. Lyla saw the graph and felt a rush of hot embarrassment, her body heating up unnaturally. A warm liquid bloomed in her lower abdomen, slowly spreading between her legs. At first, she thought she’d lost control of her bladder. But soon, she realized what the dampness really was.

Deep breaths attempt to steady her racing heart as she tries to process the intensity of the experience she just shared. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her pulse echoing in her ears as the echoes of pleasure reverberate through her body. Her legs tremble, weakened by the powerful climax she had just experienced. Seeking solace and a moment of reflection, she makes her way to the bathroom, her movements deliberate yet tinged with a lingering excitement.

Ji’lahni POV: Sixteen hours later Why is it that my eyes always seems to be glued shut I might need to get that checked because this isn’t normal at all. And who the hell is kicking me in the bladder. “MY BABY!” I answered and my mind cleared. My eyes flew open, and I instinctively put my hands on my growing belly and felt my baby kick. I breathed a sigh of relief and then the need to pee came right after that reminding me that being pregnant means you and the toilet will have a very close relationship. I look around getting up slowly as the fog clears. The pain was gone thank god sliding off the bed. “Woah woah miss Nelson you have to be careful.” The doc came in running in. I blinked

Everything tastes like cardboard or metal and I can barely stomach most things I love to eat. “I need to pee.” I announce randomly as the feeling comes at me from nowhere. My bladder giving me that bursting signal like it suddenly decided it required emptying, like right this second. It’s another wonderful side effect of this impending bulge. This ability to suddenly need to empty a gallon of urine at zero minutes warning. “Only the four hundredth one today, baby.” he answers, and I narrow eyes at him “Enough of the sass, Carrero… I can still beat you, even in this state.” I furrow my brows at him and poke a finger in his dimple.

And with almost no effort from me, she Comes, her warm flesh pulsing around mine, her body flexing against my arm where it still curves about her waist, holding her to me. And her climax releases mine. With a gasp, I tremble and spill into her, breathless with the sheer ferocity of the Rush, intense almost to the point of pain. It ripples through my groin, pulsing through muscle and bone as I spurt deep and long into my Jade-Eyes.

I had let her get close enough to release the mist. I pressed my back harder against the wood, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as nausea hit me in waves. Don't give up, I told myself, trying to anchor my mind against the pain. For the pack. For the alpha who claimed you. Then, a sudden, heavy throb resonated deep within my pelvic bone—a sharp, distinct double pulse that had nothing to do with my own heartbeat.

Instead of relenting, he pressed his thumb hard against that spot just below my navel, right above the pubic bone-directly over my bladder! "Ugh!" An intense, irresistible pressure surged from within, snapping the last thread of my strained self-control like a twig. Between his verbal commands, the vibrator's relentless assault on my urethra, his fingers tormenting my sensitive areas, and now this deliberate pressure on my bladder-these four ruthless "assists" proved too much for my long-suffering sphincter muscles. They surrendered completely. A scalding torrent erupted with near-explosive force, bursting past my abused urethra in an unstoppable flood-utterly beyond my will to contain.

“Position feels right. Head’s lowering. That explains your bladder problems.” I groaned, hiding my face with one hand. “Don’t remind me.” Alex rubbed his thumb over my knuckles, muttering darkly, “She peed three times in her sleep last night.” “Alex!” I yelped, shoving his shoulder. Clara chuckled under her breath. “Normal.” “Normal?!” I squeaked, mortified. “Perfectly,” Clara confirmed calmly, scribbling notes. “Kidneys are working fine. Baby’s pressing down. Body’s preparing. Nothing to be ashamed of.”