Bladder Pulsing Novels & Stories

Derek’s hand presses once more against my stomach, firm, steady, as if testing it, and the pressure inside me answers by holding even tighter. Then, without warning, something shifts again, not like before, not a wave, not a surge. A single pulse hits from inside me, sharp and sudden, and all three of us react at once as it pushes outward with force that feels… deliberate.

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.

Baylee felt her pulse slam. Her voice went very soft. “Broadcasting what?” Melody’s lips flattened. “Us.” Baylee’s body went ice cold. Melody nodded once, jaw clenched. “Her heart rate spikes? It pulses. We get stressed? It pulses. Wards hum? It pulses. Every fear flare, every fight, every panic, every time the pack riles — something on the other side gets a ping.” Melissa’s face went pale. “Like a tracker,” she whispered.

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.

“That’s not atonement. That’s self-indulgence.” He absorbed that, eyes dark, then nodded once. “Do it,” he said. She turned the unit on. The first pulse hit at a low setting—a faint buzzing under his skin. His abdominal muscles fluttered, contracting in a shallow wave. He exhaled. “That all?” “Baseline,” she said. “Let me know when you feel the first real kick.” She nudged the dial-up. The second pulse made his obliques seize more sharply, drawing his torso in a fraction. The electrodes on his thigh fired a beat later, quad jerking.

Pulsating. Gathering speed.

My pulse skipped. Oh god.

He is looking at me now, and I feel my pussy tingling, as I reply. "Well, sometimes just a small trickle. But other times it can be quite a lot. Do you think it could be my bladder, Doctor?" I ask. " Do you think there is a problem?" I gaze at him, my blue, limpid eyes displaying a childlike quality, despite my obvious teenage sexuality.