Bladder Pulsing Novels & Stories

Just to keep the way he tasted on my tongue. A sharp, stabbing pressure bloomed behind my ribs. Not from the bullet. Deeper. I squeezed my eyes shut. My pulse hammered. The monitor sped up. Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp. "Don't," I hissed to my own chest. "Not now."

Vrr! After a while, the toy finally picked up speed and changed its pistoning angle, causing Mary to gasp loudly. The place that the vibrator prodded at was her bladder. Feeling the pressure at her bladder pounding mercilessly, Mary groaned when her muscles clenched up. She should have peed before doing this. She simply forgot about it, and it would be extremely messy if she were to release here. As the pressure built up in her bladder, Mary soon realised there was simply no way around it. She quickly turned on the shower as the first trickle of pee escaped in between thrusts.

My heartbeat falls into rhythmic pulses of pain, stretching out in a sharp stabbing pain. “ Olivia,” my lips parted in a shallow gasps.

The first time Evelyn felt the echo, it was almost gentle. A faint pressure under her ribs, a flicker that wasn’t hers—like someone had brushed a finger along the inside of her chest. Then it was gone. She told herself it was exhaustion, or stress, or caffeine, but none of those things made her hand tremble when she poured her coffee. None of them explained why, every few minutes, her pulse stuttered out of sync—hers, then not hers.

“It listens. It responds.” “Oh God…” My shaky hand lifted to my stomach. “No. No, no, no….” Because it didn’t feel like sickness, it felt like an awakening. A crawling pressure climbed up my ribs, hot and cold all at once. My vision blurred, and a violent pulse throbbed at the base of my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut, but that only made everything sharper, the movement under my skin, the tightening around my lungs, the whispering sensation spreading through my veins.

It flooded into her, mixing with what little she'd retained, creating an overwhelming pressure that made her eyes water. "Fuck... it's too much," she gasped, but her cunt clenched visibly, leaking fresh arousal down her crack. "That's the point." Marcus withdrew the tube and replaced it with two of his fingers, pressing upward against the swollen bladder wall. "Push when I say. Everything comes out through me tonight."

My imminent release. Orgasm bursts free, surging through helpless flesh as my body spasms blindly. My cunt pulsates and throbs, and pleasure ricochets through belly and core.

“Not dangerous right now, but higher than I would like.” “I can feel it,” I said. “Mostly at night.” “Stress does that,” he said. He checked my pulse and temperature, then moved closer. His hands pressed gently along my abdomen, measuring, adjusting, mapping what he felt beneath my skin. The baby reacted sharply. The pressure sat high under my ribs. I had felt it for days. The constant fullness. The way my bladder never felt empty. The tapping that felt like hiccups too high to be hiccups.

But five minutes into the drive, a sudden, violent pressure hit my lower stomach like a lightning bolt. My brain went into overdrive—what is happening? Why does it feel like my bladder suddenly shrunk to the size of a marble when it's usually fine for hours? With every sharp turn Ares took on the winding road, my entire body went rigid, my muscles locking up in a desperate bid to prevent total humiliation. I rubbed my temples, my mind frantically reviewing the morning. Did I forget to use the restroom before we checked out? Did I chug too much water on the mountain? Has my caffeine addiction finally come back to destroy me?

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