Full Bladder Novels & Stories

Maxwell walked a few steps ahead, chugging from the last water bottle like he was dying of thirst. "Hey, leave some water for the rest of us, you greedy prick," I snapped at him. Maxwell didn't even slow down. He lifted the bottle back, drained the last drops, and tossed the empty plastic onto the grassy floor with a careless shrug. "Sorry, man, but I tend to drink a lot of water." I grimaced, shaking my head. "Something's seriously wrong with you, Max. I think you need to get that shit checked out before your bladder explodes or you turn into a walking fucking fountain."

They were done cooking so I could not understand why. My situation worsened when I felt my bladder fill itself up. I cried silently. I was pressed, I was tired and my back began to hurt. I still held on. I was barely making it when I felt something crawl up my back. I stood still, trying to sense the tingling sensation. Was it my brain sending mixed signals for my body to know I was about to explode or was it—- It crawled up again. I couldn't take it.

I pull my knickers back on, followed by my mini skirt, and sit back in the chair opposite him. He is making some notes on the computer screen, seemingly unconcerned that he has just committed a sexual act on one of his young female patients. "Well, do you think I have a problem with my bladder Doctor?” I ask in a concerned voice." You saw how much I wet myself." He looks at me over his glasses, and gives me a reassuring smile. "No Katie, there is nothing to worry about. You are a very healthy young lady." He then proceeds to explain to me the facts about the female ejaculation.

Emptying my plate I feel beyond full and have to sit back in my seat to take a breath, there hardly isn't enough room in my body to let me fill up my lungs with how full I feel. Lifting my eyes I see the others still eating and I guess I hardly took any breaths before emptying my plate. His hand comes to my thigh where he places it and it almost feels like it burns through the fabric of my pants, I can't think of anything else than his hand on my thigh when my bladder needs to be emptied like a savior for me to get out of here. Taking my book I rise from my seat and pick up my plate to walk over to the sink.

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SAESHA POV By seven months, I swore my bladder had shrunk to the size of a grape. It didn’t matter if I drank water, juice, or one tiny sip of Alex’s coffee—bean would immediately treat my bladder like a trampoline. That evening, the pressure hit me like a freight train. I waddled down the hallway, clutching my bump, cursing under my breath. My shorts were already tugging uncomfortably over my hips, the stupid lactation pads tucked into my crop top itching against my breasts.

Here Flora understood that it was an order. “Please I had enough” she whined after drinking half a liter. “Keep. Drinking” “But!” “Do you want something else to f*ck your throat?” Flora hid her face with her hands in embarrassment. Then she kept drinking. In the end, she almost drank a liter of water. She broke up on the bad exhausted and ached when he thought it was the right time to give her some belly massage! Flora cried in discomfort. Soon her bladder was fall which made the massage even more painful. She thought she may throw again at any moment:

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.

The sky is gradually turning dark. The sensor lights have turned themselves on. The shorter hand of the clock just strikes seven and the longer one strikes twelve. Jamie has yet to plan to go home. Though I hope he will go home soon, because I am kind of in an emergency right now. My bladder is so full that it is stimulating my nerves, and it is causing me a reflex erection! This silky pantie can’t be any help to hold my bulge! I didn’t even drink that much water since I started to stand here, why would I feel like peeing so badly?

"I notice your many trips to the bathroom." "Well that's where you're wrong, Doctor Gallagher!" I mocked. "I only go there to relieve myself not to spew." "...exactly!" He shrugged. My throat immediately became dry. "Passing urine frequently can also be influenced by pressure on the woman's bladder from her growing uterus." He said with ease. This made me so galled that I could only attempt to walk past him. Attempt because he held me back. After doing all these herbal methods, how could this be happening to me.