Romans & histoires How To Get Rid Of Shy Bladder

"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.

“Umm... Tom, I need to go to the bathroom for a moment.” “Okay. You seem to have a very small bladder, huh? You always pee every half hour.” Shanon grimaced softly. Didn't know what she should tell Tom about his accurate observations. She just had to be grateful that Tom's wife wasn't pregnant yet. That meant that Tom didn't know about the characteristics of a pregnant woman and Tom didn't have the slightest suspicion about her.

Camila His eyebrows shot up in surprise as if he hadn't been the one to summon me. In an instant, he replaced his expression with a cold, menacing glare that penetrated my very being. A wave of hot liquid spread down my thigh, causing me to instinctively clutch my legs together. The humiliating realization dawned on me - I had lost control of my bladder.

I wake up to the glow of sunlight streaming into my window. My body is stiff with sleep, but I have no intentions of leaving the comfort of my new bed. I curl up in a ball and revel in the warmth of the sun. I open and close my eyes a few times, getting them used to the light. When the sensation of needing to pee hits me, I prepare to ignore it. Having been allowed only one visit to the bathroom a day for the last year has given me a level of control over my bladder. My eyes shoot to the door across the room when I remember I have my own bathroom now.

We made it about ten steps before I stopped cold. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I hissed, freezing in place. Stacy halted beside me, brows pinching. “What’s wrong?” “I think I just peed myself,” I said miserably, glancing down at the sudden warm spread against my thighs. He glanced down too, then shrugged. “Unfortunately, that’s normal, babe. Baby’s probably pressing on your bladder. No shame in it.” But before I could even roll my eyes, a second wave hit. A loud gush.

She tucked it between her arm and marched towards the register, determination in her every step. The box's contents rattled out onto the bathroom countertop; two white plastic sticks and a folded pamphlet. Jade squirmed, crossing her legs as she quickly scanned over the instructions. Her bladder felt like it was going to burst! She probably didn't need to drink two bottles of water earlier. She perched over the toilet seat and held the plastic stick between her legs.

She licked her lips and I almost came right there. "Don't worry about anything, OK? You won't surprise me or shock me. And you might cum really quickly. That's normal. And don't worry, we'll just wait until you're ready and start again later. This is for you honey. So lets relieve some of that pressure that I made last night. It's only fair that the cause of your blue balls be the cure too, right?"

Then suddenly— A sharp pressure hits my bladder. My breath catches. No… no, not now. I squeeze my thighs together instinctively, curling in tighter as panic rushes through me again. My toes curl against the mattress as I try to hold it in, my whole body tightening with the effort. The pressure grows quickly. Too quickly. “Wait—” I whisper to myself, my voice trembling. My body isn’t listening. Something inside me feels wrong… disconnected, like I’ve lost control over things that should be simple. My breathing becomes shallow as I fight the urge, my muscles trembling.

She glared at Chelsey, who was watching the show, and snarled, "Where's the urine bag? I'll go empty it." "It's underneath the bed. You need to unscrew it, empty everything inside into a pail, then screw it shut again." Chelsey taught Shannon patiently. She didn't show the slightest sign of disgust, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Shannon walked over to the bed and crouched down. Sure enough, the urine bag was there. It was huge. She stretched out her perfectly manicured hands; the diamonds on her nails gleamed under the light. Her hands trembled as she reached for the urine bag. But before she even touched the bag, she was overcome by nausea and started dry heaving.

Every dirty, shameful part of me. "I don't know if I can." "You can." He presses his palm against my lower belly. "Just let go. Give me everything." He presses down and I feel my bladder release. Hot liquid streams out of me, splashing onto the hardwood floor between my legs. My face burns with humiliation and arousal, watching him watch me, his eyes fixed on the stream flowing from my body.