How To Get Rid Of Shy Bladder Novels & Stories

And weird. And humiliating. Alice let out a shaky sigh. "Do I really have to?" Alice asked. "Can I not just hold it in?" "You can try," Caleb scoffed. Alice was the sort of girl who had to wait until the bathroom was clear before urinating, not wanting anyone to hear her, let alone see her. Her friends often teased her over her shy bladder and got frustrated over waiting outside public restrooms for her to do her business. Her plan to hold it in worked for the first half-hour, painful as it was. After an hour passed, it was all she could do to not wet herself. She sat, cross-legged, holding herself in stubborn desperation.

he said, “this becomes urgent.” His jaw tightened. “Do they understand that?” I did not answer. “They brought me from my clinic this morning,” he said quietly. “I had just unlocked the door.” That was when I decided. The pressure on my bladder had been constant. I felt it clearly, the strain, the fullness, the inevitability. I could have asked to use the bathroom. I could have waited. I did not. I let go. Warmth spread beneath me, fast and undeniable. I stayed still and detached, letting the moment happen without panic. The humiliation slid past me instead of through me. It was a tool now.

She opened her eyes groggily and saw it was around lunch time. She heard a knock again and tried to sit up properly while muttering a soft ‘come in’. She knew it won’t be easy for her to waddle directly to the door because her bladder seemed to be full and she wanted to make it to the bathroom without wetting the floor. She knew Tisha would come inside and will understand. She sighed in relief as she peed and finally her bladder relaxed and washed her hands in the faucet. “You two need to stop putting pressure on my bladder. This way I won’t be able to even walk a few feet around.” She rubbed a hand over her belly and opened the door to the bedroom.

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.

All is know is I shouldn't be wanting this the way I do right now. My bladder tightens and feels full all of a sudden from the fear, the cold, and my nerves all at once. No. No. No. Before I can open my mouth to say anything, I feel the first warm trickle escape into my swimsuit and a deeper shame fills my body. What am I doing? I'm peeing in the pool right against my step daddy's body. I should run in shame but instead, I squeeze my thighs harder around him, trying to stop the flow, but the action only presses me tighter against his erection.