Full Bladder Novels & Stories

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?

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?

"But I already have one, insan." "That's good. How are you lately?" "Is it normal that you always pee?like I think I should the whole bathroom with me or I'll just stay there until I give birth." "It's normal. Does it hurt?" "Nah. But what does it mean if it hurts?" "You should have a check up. You probably have UTI." "Ah. Well, thank God it doesn't hurt. I'm just bloated. Is that too normal?" "Yeah," she chuckled. "Why do I find you so cute when asking about your symptoms?"

When I can’t hold any longer I try once more, pulling on the bond, thrashing and screaming Into the nothingness that meets me. Devastation and utter shame course through me when a few drops slip the tight control I have on my bladder. I inch as close as I can to the side of the bed and cry when I lose control over my body and my bladder empties itself on the side of the bed. The hot liquid burns my insides and I have to grit my teeth not the scream out in pain. Nauseous from the pain, the shame and humiliation my breakfast works its way up my esophagus. I try and keep it down, but it’s too violent as it mixes with the memories of last night.

It would be hard to relax again. I felt the need to pee. I can't go back to sleep and now I must pee. 'Don't think about it Bella.' 'Damn, where the hell is Gebhard.' I was apprehensive thinking about his return, now I need him to come home. 'I have to pee!' 'I tried to convince myself I could hold it. It was painful. I couldn't hold it: I peed. I just let go and let my bladder empty. It was warm as it puddled up on the dog blanket, but it felt good to release.

I usually feel these mild, irregular contractions as a slight tightness in my abdomen. I've also experienced backaches and shortness of breath. I've also experienced heartburns on a few occasions but the most annoying symptom I'd give anything to stop is my frequent urination. My bladder feels like a leaking tank and I can't hold any pee in. I've unknowingly peed myself on a few occasions but it's lucky that no one has ever found out. I'd honestly die of shame if they did.

“I don’t think she’s in any state to do this now.” “It’s non evasive. This machine is nothing more than me pressing a pad on her abdomen and having a look. If we need an internal that’s a different set up entirely but it’s better to know and give you both peace of mind right now if we can. I don’t think we should wait.” The doctor felt he was doing what was the best for both of them and hoped conception was clear. “TangShi I need your bladder full for us to get the clearest picture because of its possible size. So I need you to drink some fluids for me. Are you okay with that?”

After getting pregnant, I felt the urge to pee more often and it was uncomfortable holding it in. But I wanted him to sleep a little longer. I knew he was a light sleeper, and if I moved even slightly, he would wake up. I started feeling like I couldn't hold it in any longer. I moved slightly, and sure enough, he immediately opened his eyes, groggily asking, "What's wrong?" I quickly rolled out of bed. "My bladder is about to burst.” Then I rushed into the bathroom, relieved myself, and leisurely returned. He had fully woken up by now and was smiling like a demon. He stretched out his hand toward me, and I returned to bed.

I whispered a small prayer before glancing at my phone for the time. And then, as if the universe was testing me further, the three cups of coffee I had consumed earlier kicked in all at once. I suddenly felt a strong pressure and realized that my bladder was about to burst. I quickly locked my office door and hurried to the women’s restroom at the end of the floor. I reached it just in time, sighing with relief as I managed to avoid an embarrassing moment.

I knew that there wasn’t a part of my privates not on full display for the camera. “I’m going to start filling your ass with the water. I’m feeling merciful so I will go nice and slow, but you are going to have to take deep breaths and just allow the pressure to build.” I could actually feel the minute the water started entering me. There was a moment of panic as I worried I would have to go to the bathroom right then. It almost felt as if I had to go, but not quite. But then the pressure he spoke of set in. My belly began to expand and cramping attacked my lower region.