florian

it includes 6 pee breaks only because you're bound to miss some. you only have the allotted window to pee, so if you miss it, tough luck.

1st, 7:50am - 7:55am. a whole 6 minute window. but this being your morning pee, i expect you to have a couple drinks before you take this. it's important to hydrate in the morning. preferably at least 16oz total, before you can pee this first time.

after that, make sure you have a drink to sip on. drink at least 10 oz more before your second opportunity to pee.

2nd, 10:45am - 10:50am, another generous 6 minute window to pee.

at noon, make 2 tall drinks, one has to be water but you can choose the other. make sure you're stretching and snacking. you'll also be drinking a tall glass (12 oz at least) with lunch whenever you take that.

3rd, 3:15pm - 3:19pm. i want you to start drinking a cup / 8oz of something every hour or so. slow and steady.

4th, 5:56pm - 5:59pm. your window is down to 3 minutes, so pay attention. whether you get to pee or not, have an extra tall drink with dinner. keep drinking about 8oz per hour on top of that.

5th, 6:45pm - 6:47pm. aren't i nice? a little relief to weaken your bladder muscles & let you relax at dinner. have another extra tall drink (12oz+) when the sun sets, and at 9pm. and keep sipping something every hour.

6th, 12:37am - 12:39am. i'm not even making you wait 6 hours, see, i'm so nice.

"should i eat more?"

are you kidding? of course. yes, every time - i want you to keep funneling as much food as you can take into that belly of yours. You should be painfully overfed, your belly should jut out so much from the food that I can barely see the fat hang off of it from how stretched you are.

hhholy fuck 😵‍💫 already so insanely full and they insist on more... making me into their toilet for the day... @///@

hmgkndhfhd the thought of having a catheter installed in me and then just. not taken out. so I cant pee and my bladder can be used as a bathroom, being filled up more and more... i feel like im gonna pop, but I get reassured that a good toilet can hold even more than I already have... 💖

im gonna look pregnant and not be able to think abt anything but how full of piss I am by the end 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 just so full it feels like my brain is swimming in it... and dripping into my soaked panties, but not a drop leaked out of my bladder, im just THAT wet from how much of my insides are being pushed aside to make room for alllll my friends piss... underwear tight not just from my bladder but also my boner and ohhh i just realized my pants squeezing my bladder is gonna be torment 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

oh god the thought of them all buying massive drinks bc there was a deal @///@ telling me to hurry up and enjoy mine before the ice can water it down too much, and then complaining they have to pee and I need to pull down my pants and give them the catheter to piss into... oh god my belly would be so stretched out and aching from the absolute weight and mass of all that piss in my poor bladder, made into the perfect toilet 💕💕

I can only hope they let me release it at the end of the day... im not sure how i would handle our whole friend groups piss if I had to hold it longer than our day out 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

But today they need to be punished, and you know exactly how you want to do that. you have them drink an extra doggy bowl of water before you even leave, and then you add a full liter of fluids to their daily supply. "This better all be finished by the time Master gets home, pet."

They whine and whimper, knowing what this means, but they don't argue. Little do they know, that's only half the punishment. After work ends, you got out with a few coworkers for drinks. By the time you're home, instead of 5:30, it's 7pm.

You come inside and your pet is already at the door, having heard you come in. They're whimpering and whining, cheeks wet with tears. "Why aren't you on all fours, pet?" You taunt.

They're crying, hands digging into their crotch, desperately trying to hang on. They can't crawl on all fours because they need their hands to hold, and you know it. But you play dumb. "Get on your paws, pet."

Crying and begging, apologizing for being a bad pet and promising they'll never ever be bad again, they slowly pry their hands away. They gingerly and tenderly get up on their hands and knees. Their knees are pressed tightly together, hips wriggling and bouncing. 

"Show me your belly." 

They collapse down and show you their tummy. Their swollen, bulging bladder protruding out between their hips. You reach down and start petting them there. 

Werewolves/Alphas/Wolfmen who usually only knot during sex, except if they get really riled up — and if they knot while they’re not inside someone, the knot swells too far and blocks their urethra. And usually it’s not a problem because the knots don’t just stay for longer than a few minutes. But sometimes, if they’re dosed with a specific aphrodisiac, or they are going through a rut alone, it just… stays blocked.

Like… a guy whose knot just won’t go down, and he’s in the middle of his rut, he needs to cum, and now he really needs to pee… but he can’t do either. He’s completely blocked. Can’t cum, can’t pee. And he’s trying desperately to apply just the right kind of pressure to the knot. Pushing on it with his hands. Stuffing it into toys. Nothing works. He knows that a sure way to solve this problem would be to ask for help. Maybe he has a roommate. Or a crush. If he could just find someone who will take pity and let him stuff his knot into them, the release would be instant. But that would mean one of two things:

1) He has to hold it for several minutes, waiting for the knot to fully deflate so he can untangle himself from his partner and excuse himself to the bathroom.

2) He would just lose it inside them.

Option 1 is becoming increasingly unlikely, but option 2 is so humiliating that he can’t bring himself to ask anyone… until all he can think about is peeing. It gets to a point where he spends a day just humping every surface in his house — not even because he hopes it will unblock him, but just because at this point he’s so horny and so desperate that humping things is the only thing that brings him some momentary relief. But the pressure only gets worse. At some point he needs it so badly, it overrides any embarrassment. He would do anything to just be able to pee. And so when he does pick up the phone and asks for help, he doesn’t even think to hide the state he’s in. He’s just begging them to help him pee. Please. The knot. Nothing is coming out. He needs it all to come out.

Imagine the moment his saviour lets him enter them. The moment he pushes in the knot and it just unblocks. His balls and his bladder, both full to bursting, pushing out liquid at full pressure. He’s not even thrusting, he just pushes himself in as deep as he can go, eyes glazed over, moaning, panting as he empties himself. It takes so long his partner asks if he’s done yet.

“Not done. Can’t stop”, he manages, breathless. “Please… fuck, please don’t make me stop.”

OR

The knot being a permanent thing, during ruts at least, so the wolfmen are basically dependent on a partner or some other kind of help to relieve themselves during ruts. Maybe there are some toys that help, but they don’t always work. Imagine your colleague is a wolfman who up until now has tried to live a normal life by human standards. But now he’s going through a divorce. You’re friends, so every once and again he stops by your office for a chat. And one day, he’s just super fidgety, obviously uncomfortable. And suddenly he breaks down. He’s so desperate he might even start humping your leg, rambling about how “I’m sorry. It’s been days. Days. I can’t get it out. I just… I can’t… I can’t pee, I need to pee…”

And you’re left with a choice. Do you help him? And if so, do you do it right there at the office? People could walk in. The safer option would be to help him up and take him to your place. You’d have to walk him out of the office. You’d probably have to support him because he’s having trouble walking at this point. You could get him to your apartment, coaxing him onwards. Telling him it’s ok, he can do this, you’re almost there, it’s just a few more minutes. Gently pulling his hands away when he can’t help holding himself, even though there’s no danger of leaks. All the while he’s given up all pretense that he’s ok. He’s groaning in desperation. Panting. He keeps thanking you. And begging you to hurry.

And when you’re at your place, imagine how difficult it would be for him to not ram his knot into you as fast as possible. He wants to. So badly. But you’re already doing so much for him. He doesn’t want to hurt you. So he works himself into you inch by inch, whimpering with need the whole time. When the knot finally slips in, you both freeze, staring at each other for a moment. Then you feel it: Piss starts thundering out of him, like a garden hose on high pressure. His expression still pained, he grabs your hips, anchoring himself as if he’s scared that he’ll somehow slip out of you. For a few moments, he stays like that, his body tense, pissing at full force, hands clawing into your skin. Then he exhales with a shaky sigh, a first sign that he is finally getting relief. His body starts going slack. He’s still pissing, but now he collapses against you, boneless, moaning. He won’t stop peeing for a good few minutes after. The noises he makes are absolutely orgasmic. He’s moaning, sighing, sobbing with relief. He’s still holding on to you for dear life.

𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐓 !

“fuck, ma.. you’re killing me. keep doing that. right there.” he threw his head back, muscles straining as he continued to thrust against your lips. his heart raced at the thought of being tasted like this — of you feasting on him like he was your only meal.

"shit, shit, shit—" he hissed through clenched teeth, his free hand shoving down against your head, forcing you deep—deeper. the sight of your throat swallowing him was almost too much. "don't look at me like that, baby... you're gonna make me lose it."

his breath hitched as you pulled back, staring up at him.

"thought I told you not to look at me." he breathed out, voice wrecked, grip tightening in your hair. "don't stop." he pulled you back down, watching his cock disappear between your lips again. his hips stuttered, fucking up into your mouth in short, desperate thrusts. "that's it, ma. that's it. just like—"

he yelped, his body convulsing as you bit down harder. a mix of pleasure and pain shot through him, making his cock leak more. he gripped your hair tighter, knowing he should stop you but also knowing he couldn't resist this anymore.

god he’s such a sadomasochist. but he loves it.

the pain radiating from his tip was electric, shooting straight to his core and making him shudder. "do it again, princess. please— bite it again." his voice was wrecked, needy, completely at your mercy. he was so hard it hurt, and he wanted you to hurt him more.

you bit down again, catching the sensitive slit of his tip between your teeth. he let out a strangled moan, hips bucking involuntarily. his fingers tightened in your hair—not pushing you off, but pulling you closer. "shit, shit, fuck—" he whined, his cock swelling and leaking heavily around your teeth. "that's it... bite harder..."

you sank your teeth into his base, right where his cock met his body. he screamed, his back arching off the couch as pleasure and pain blended together so perfectly he saw stars. "i'm gonna fucking cum.." he yelled, hips pumping wildly into your mouth.

then his entire body shaking as he came harder than ever before, shooting load after load down your throat as you kept your teeth sunk into his base. you swallowed, as you pulled away giggled, kissing the tip afterwards.

he melted instantly. one second he was falling apart from an explosive orgasm, and the next, he was completely soft, looking down at you like you were the most holy thing on earth. the sloppy kiss to his sensitive, abused tip made him jolt and whine, eyes rolling back.

"ma..." he tapped your nose gently, absolutely ruined. "you’re evil."

Posting my first kink story with my OC, Aspen!

(Contains: weight gain as healing, mild hunger, stuffing, mild intox, burst mention, hand-feeding)

not “a little bloated.” I want your gut to be hard to the touch. i want it to sound solid when I slap it. I want to feel your skin stretching under the pressure from inside. I want your upper belly protruding out of you like you swallowed a brick. I want your lower belly soft but filling itself up as your body strains to process what i’ve given you. I want you panting as your stomach presses on your lungs and your heart races as you try and digest. I want you moaning in discomfort with every little movement that shifts something around inside you. I want you begging me to stop when I press more to your lips. I want you to choke it down anyways and whine and writhe as your beach ball of a belly strains and distends even more. I want to press myself into your bulging body and grind on you while making you moan with pain. I want to take my time pressing my hands into your gut where it looks like it hurts the most and pushhhhh. I want to watch your face fill with agony masochistic delight.

then you’ll get a break, you’ve been so good for me anyways. I might even let you watch me please myself in front of you while you lie there unable to move, pinned down by the anvil in your gut. maybe i’ll rub your poor belly a little nicer. see if I can’t get it moving down through your system. that’ll provide you some relief as the pressure spreads itself out from your upper gut. but then your lower belly will start to grow. slowly it’ll all settle in, shepherded along by regular, firm but gentle rubs of my hands on your belly.

once I hear your panting and whining subside, I know you’re ready to go again. this time, I put a tube in your mouth. you turn your head and see it attached to a large tank. I smile and tell you this’ll help wash it down ;) I open the valve and liquid fills your mouth. it’s a slow, steady stream. the liquid is bubbly and you can taste the sting of alcohol in it. it’s sweet and the bubbles feel kinda nice in your belly, so you swallow it down steadily in big slow gulps every time your mouth fills with it.

“you like that, babe?” I ask, carefully wiping a small drip from your chin after pausing the flow to check on you.

you finish what’s in the tube then open your mouth. you moan, this time more with pleasure than pain as you feel the food I fed you earlier settling deep in your guts. your upper belly is filling with this sparkly liquid. it feels warm inside you and the bubbles seem to dislodge some of the food stuck in there. let let out a long, deep belch and sigh with blissful relief.

“yessss….. ughhh” you manage to get out as you pat your belly to shake out some more gas. “more, babe. please.” you beg.

“of course, love”

I stick the tube back in your mouth and open the valve again. this time, though, the liquid rushes in faster, harder. you can’t get it swallowed in time and it splashes all over you. I stop the flow, help you put it back in place, and we try again. this time, you open your throat more. you let the liquid flow straight into you. you can feel it landing in your belly like filling a barrel from a spout. the pressure of the gas builds as more gets in. I let this run until the liquid spills out of your mouth again. by this point, your lower gut is packed tight with food, your upper gut looks like a massive water balloon, and I can see on your face that the alcohol is taking its effect….

Run your hand over it. Feel it, baby. Good. Doesn’t that feel good? The way you’re all stretched and heavy.

Yeah? You’re full? You’re sure? We’ll see.

Push a little for me, baby. Feel that hand sinking in? Yeah? Can you say yes for me, baby.

Good. Good boy. See? You can still talk. Do you know what that means, baby.

Mh… that means you still got space, doesn’t it? Yes it does. Yes. Say that there’s still space. Say it.

Good boy. Beautiful. You’re doing so good, baby. So well. Been filling up this gut. It’s such a hard task, isn’t it? But it’s right, what you said. That there’s still space. You said that. You feel that.

It’s okay. We’re in this together, aren’t we? You got this. We got this. We’ll get you all good and as full as you need to be. You need to be full, don’t you?

Good boy. That’s right. You’re right.

You know what to do, then. What you need to do. Spread those legs some more. Recline if you need to - it’s alright, if you need more space. I know. If you need to lay down, that’s alright. I need you to be comfortable, baby. In whatever way you can.

All good? Good.

Take your food, baby. You don’t need to worry about anything else. I got you. Go on. Eat up.

In your mouth.

That’s right, baby. Good. Chew. Mh. Tastes good, doesn’t it? That’s nice. Swallow.

Good. Breathe. There you go. See? You got this. Just a little more.

Take some more. There you are. There’s my man. Good. Open mouth… chew. Good boy. You got this. Swallow.

Feels pretty tight, doesn’t it? That’s good. Keep going, baby. You got this.

Eat. Swallow. Good.

Good.

Good boy.

We got this. Together. Just a little more and we’re all done. Swallow for me, baby.

Well done. Eat.

Beautiful. You’re so hot. So fucking hot, all round and pathetic. Wheezing. Good job, baby.

Eat, eat for me.

I got you.

There you are, darling. Eat.

I love you. You’re so good to me. Eating your fill so well. My beautiful man. Mine.

Eat, baby.

You’re gorgeous, just like this. Whining. Panting. Heavy breathing.

Eat.

Fucking beautiful, love. Pushed so far. Can’t be undone any more. My gorgeous goner at this point. Glutted out of your mind.

Good boy. Eat, love.

You’ll digest, right here in my arms, love. Make all of this… into more of you. Stretch out. Make yourself fatter.

Eat, baby.

Stretch your capacity more. Fatter, needier.

Eat.

It’s okay, love. Relax.

My precious glutton. My darling. My gorgeous big guy. My love. My adorable gem of a man.

Eat.

Eat until you stretch up, stretch out, again and again. For me. For you. Like you need to be. Like your stomach needs to be.