The Iron Bladder

Imagine being sent in to a special clinic, not really knowing what was wrong but knowing your partner was concerned for you.

the doctor asked a few questions before having you sit in a gynecologist chair. It seemed normal but you noticed your pelvis was tilted more then usual, it left all three of your holes exposed.

"I just need you to remove your undergarments before we continue with this." the doctor who was showing you to the exam room said. you did as instructed and soon you were laying with the unnecessarily high fan blowing at your vulva and clitoris.

"we'll start with endoscopies of the bladder and uterus, to check for abnormalities."

you bit back a cry as upu felt a cold tube go through your urethra, youcleched around it and felt the doctor push down with the ultrasound. you regretted how full your bladder was as you felt a squirt come out.

"you may need to be cathetered for this visit if your muscles are that weak." the doctor said, unhelpfully.

the machine inserted into your vaginal canal and with the weirdest pain you'd felt pushed in. the ultrasound pressed more directly on your rock hard bladder and more leaked out.

"I was going to let you be for one accident but two shows a problem with your bladder. possibly inflamation or weak muscles" he added.

a long intimidatingly thick tube was pulled from a nearby cabinet and lubed up. you felt an awful burn and then a pinch as the bladder sphincter was pushed past. the catheter wasn't clamped though. rather it was connected to an IV.

"to test your capacity" he said apologetically and before you know you saw the doctor squeeze the bag and felt fluid rushing into your bladder. you hadn't known you could feel this full and just as you thought the discomfort couldnt get worse the doctor called one of his nurses over to continue the ultrasound.

"you'll need to keep this in for at least a day. your bladder is too used to just releasing which can't be healthy for it."

the doctor pushed more liquid into your bladder and you saw stars. there was still almost half of the bag full.

"please...ugh"

more water was pushed in as soon as you uttered the word please. a third of the bottle seemed left. you squirmed around as you heard the doctor count to three and you felt the worst pressure you'd ever felt in your bladder as the doctor squeased the last of the bag in all at once.

"stand"

you stood, struggling to move without your bladder hurting.

at least no one has to miss parts of the movie to pee... but the sound of liquid hitting ceramic might bother the other patrons

omg YES!!

movie theater omo is sooo good -- big sodas, long movies that you don't want to miss a second of, and you're surrounded by people, but at least you're in the dark, so there's the tiniest bit of privacy.... mmmm chefs kiss

and now imagine that the owners of this theater know that no one wants to miss a second of the movie -- so they switch out the seats for commodes!! (or maybe an upcoming blockbuster does it to a couple theaters as an advertising stunt? like a 4-hr period piece or something? anyway i digress)

so now you're sitting there, halfway through the movie and your drink is almost empty. You're starting to squirm, but it's clear that no one wants to be the first person to let go into the commode. You press your legs together and shift your weight over the pot. It's soooo hard to hold because your entire body knows you're so close to release, but the movie just got really quiet and any sound, even the tiniest leak, would be super obvious.

then all of a sudden, you feel a jolt of desperation through your body. you squeeze your legs together, but not before a tiny stream escapes you and hits the pot with a loud DRIP. The person next to you turns their head and you feel yourself blush in the dark as you continue fighting to not lose it. you whimper as you leak again, and again, and then you can't stop and you cover your face with your hands as a loud tinkle echoes through the room.

and then, like a chain reaction, that sound of your stream causes several other desperate people to lose it and start pissing into the ceramic.

omg wait or a HORROR MOVIE ????? after every jumpscare u hear little tinkles omg sounds like heaven

The concept for this would go CRAZY.

One designated pisser for an entire room. Everyone sends their piss to one person who has to RACE to the toilet to get there in time.

Someone interested in doing a hold but doesn't want to wait starts accepting every piss request they can get until they're twisted up and biting their lip and stifling their whines because it hit all at once and feels so damn good.

Accepting an emergency piss request from someone about to wet themselves so now you're completely exploding because the amount you agreed to take is incredibly large.

whining a bit as the tea your owner poured in your bowl makes it’s way through you. C’mon puppy. You can hold it. Be a good puppy for your owner!

feeling a warm dribble drip onto the floor. whining louder now. Please, can’t I go? You think. Silly puppy. That’s not for you to decide.

Beginning to hump your owner’s boot as the pressure builds up, making you oh so desperate and wet.

Your owner noticing, “hm, what’s this puppy?” They ask. You’re too desperate to care. One thought in that little puppy brain of yours, and it’s that you need to go, now.

Hearing a gush as you leak on your owner’s boot. Whining once again, you know you didn’t listen. Good puppies hold it, and certainly don’t hump without permission.

“Bad puppy. I told you to hold it.” Your owner says, sternly. You can’t even look them in the eyes. “Now come.” They say, leading you by your leash.

Being brought to a large puppy pad on the ground. “On all fours, now.” They tell you. Of course, an obedient puppy like you listens. SMACK

The sound of your owner’s hand spanking you is unbearably loud for your little puppy ears. But you were a bad dog. You need this, you need to learn your lesson.

SMACK

The next hit produces a slow stream of drips from your poor, aching puppy bladder. You whine. It’s so, so hard to hold.

SMACK

on the last hit, despite your silent prayers, a warm gush escapes you. You soak your legs, all down to the puppy pad. You can’t even think straight, the relief feels so good.

…

oh my god, he does! look, he has to pee! you gonna make it to the bathroom in time, little guy?

shut up!

aww, sounds like somebody’s having trouble holding it! how embarrassing- are you going to piss your pants?

fuck off. i can hold it.

hear that? he says he can hold it! with that potty dance you’re doing, i doubt it.

i’m not doing a fucking-

don’t even try to deny it. we can all see you. aww, look how red you are! you’re so embarrassed!! are you shy about your tiny bladder? that’s so fucking funny!

i hate you.

someone’s feeling defensive! sounds like you’re going to have a little accident on yourself! i bet you’re leaking in your pants already, aren’t you?

no! stop talking!

he’s gonna pee his pants right here!