another one of my favourite omo prompts... diuretics. i decided to write this little story about my oc, aurelia (who is a teacher), being prescribed hypertension medication, which, in turn, acts as a diuretic.
hope you enjoy <3 i'd appreciate feedback on it as well, if you have anything!
(also i hope i've done this right with the 'read more' thingy.... eek)
Stress was getting to Aurelia. Teaching, the looming threat of bills to pay, her parents mithering her about finding a partner to settle down with... her smart watch constantly sent her notifications telling her that her resting heartrate had exceeded 120bpm. This was bad.
After a consultation with her doctor, aurelia was given some medication. For her hypertension, she was given some beta blockers, to help reduce her blood pressure. Being quite a few kg's overweight, this stress wasn't doing her any good.
A few hours had passed since Aurelia had taken her first dosage with a small glass of water, and almost every half an hour she was pissing like a racehorse into her home's toilet. Although she was drinking a bit after this to not be dehydrated, this amount of urine leaving her every half an hour was worrying.
Grabbing the box which contained the medication, she unfolded the large side effect page stuffed into the bottom of the box. Whilst her eyes scanned over each word, they got stuck on one phrase: 'taking beta blockers runs the likely risk of a diuretic effect'. Great. If Aurelia wanted to be healthy, she would constantly have to piss. If she didn't want to piss, she'd have high blood pressure and run the risk of further health complications.
So, naturally, she kept taking them.
3 days later
It was 12pm. Aurelia was sat at her desk in her classroom, marking some papers whilst finishing her lunch. The medication she had begun taking - the one with the diuretic effect - had not fully formed into a habit yet. So, when she got the telltale notification sound from her reminders, letting her know it was time for her lunchtime dosage, her brain went on autopilot, swallowing the 2 allocated tablets with a large gulp of water like nothing had ever happened.
Because of these diuretic effects, Aurelia had now resorted to waking up in the wee hours of the morning (4am, precisely) to eat a quick breakfast and to take these tablets. Whilst she got ready for the work day, right up until 8am, she'd be pissing madly every half an hour, right on schedule. She'd even been skipping her hypertention medication on these days where she had fussy classes and no time to pee, so she wouldn't piss herself like a child.
As this information flooded back to Aurelia, her heart dropped. She had just taken those goddamn hypertension tablets, with 2 fussy classes left to teach, no time to run off, and a large amount of water drank accompanying her lunch. She knew it was going to be bad.
As she left the bathroom's stall after her final wee before her classes - a weak and ultimately futile attempt at bracing herself for what was going to come - she was swearing at herself. Oh boy, she thought to herself as the bell rung, this is going to be bad.
The first hour passed without much to say. Yes, the urge was there, but it's almost as if having this distraction to deal with right in front of her was quelling her need and letting her focus. The fact that she even took the pills left her mind, leaving her at ease as she did what she did best.
However, as her next class stumbled in, rowdy already, she took a seat at her desk. This sudden change in position and the pressure her belt was giving her sent all of this information spiralling back through her. The pills. The diuretic effect. The water I drank. One hour left until Aurelia could relieve herself, and she was already nauseatingly full.
Dealing with this class was hell. 15 minutes in and no work had been done, 4 pages ripped out of workbooks, glue stick lids thrown around the classroom, and a fight already stopped. Aurelia was squirming at the front of the classroom, thighs brushing against eachother as a futile attempt to calm her bladder down. All thoughts of potential emptiness and distraction from this fullness was gone - her bladder was coming back with a seething vengeance. By this point, if she was at home or not teaching, she would have peed half an hour ago, giving her a sense of emptiness for a short amount of time before hitting her again. Aurelia swore at herself as she stood there, watching these 10 year olds battling it out verbally against eachother, bladder almost full to bursting.
Another 15 minutes pass. If Aurelia was desperate then, she would have been bursting now. Keeping her legs crossed at all times, her peehole was pulsating rhythmically inside of her, against the white cotton of her underwear. Every so often she'd do these kegel exercises, tensing her muscles, feeling the way her bladder retaliated. She swore that the pee, that so desperately wanted to exit her, was right at her peehole. She cursed herself again as she looked down at her beige trousers, knowing that any leak would show up clear as day to these unsuspecting witnesses. It was killing her inside - just a short walk down the hall, and there were some usable toilets. Or, even better, a janitor's closet even closer, where she could find a bucket to empty herself into. Even her own walk-in closet in her classroom, where she kept the kids' books and materials, was starting to look enticing.
15 minutes left until Aurelia could dismiss these students and finally go pee. A student had already been sent out of her classroom for swearing at another student, completely oblivious to the pain Aurelia was feeling. Yes, it was starting to feel painful: her bladder had been so overworked these past few days, that, holding it for a longer period of time at this capacity would start to send painful signals to her brain. As if the prominent bulge in her lower abdomen, the threat of urine right at her peehole and the tightness of her trousers was bad enough.
She then reached for some materials to give to the kids... but she remembered that they were still in the printer. Which was unfortunately located underneath her desk. Bending over would have been too much for her bladder: she envisioned a large spray forcing out of her tired peehole as she did this. The only other way she could do this is by squatting down.
As she did this, panic shot through her. Bending down would have been better. Thighs slightly to the side, peehole facing the carpeted floor in front of her, this would be the ideal position she'd be in to let out a sneaky pee somewhere. Memories of her university days almost a decade ago and her weak bladder come flooding back to her: where she'd sneakily pee into the corner of a bar, or in an alleyway, or in the back of a taxi. If only she could freely relieve herself here. See all that urine splash out of her, quite possibly clear as it exited, hitting the carpet. The carpet would probably drink it all up.
Drip.
Poor Aurelia - the thought of weeing was all too much. Her bladder had contracted, and a small leak pushed out of her into her cotton panties.
Alarms were sounding in Aurelia's mind. If she didn't do something now, a whole flood would be on its way out of her.
Changing her position slightly as the old printer trundled along, printing out shitty quality sheets, she shoved her heel underneath her, secretly placing it below her peehole, confined by her panties and beige trousers. God, the covert way to add pressure to her peehole felt so good. It almost felt orgasmic.
As the printer finally stopped, Aurelia was forced to stand back up, and put her professional face back on. As she handed out the sheets to her classroom, the slight dampness of her panties against her felt so enticing. She only just pushed away the thought of feeling them soaking wet against her as fast as she could.
5 minutes left. Aurelia resorted to sitting at her desk, legs wrapped together as strongly as they could. It was getting to the point where, if Aurelia was scared by a student of hers, or she jolted to dodge a glue stick lid, a large spurt would definitely push itself out of her, or, even worse, she'd wet herself. This information was looming over her like a dark storm cloud as she knew that her battle against her diuretic-induced full bladder was coming to an end. What would she do if she just started wetting herself, right here right now? Would she sit there and ignore it? Would she run off to the toilets? Would she tear down her beige trousers, crouch down like she did earlier and pee freely against the carpeted floor?
These options were starting to sound very convincing as she felt another leak exiting her. Just barely stopping it, Aurelia felt panic shoot through her. Just 3 more minutes now until the bell went. She could hold it until then... right?
As she told her kids to pack away, she sat at the table with her legs crossed, not daring to move. A few more leaks had unfortunately forced out of her by this point: she'd definitely made a mark on her beige trousers. Standing up and subsequently showing the kids this humiliation would certainly ruin her reputation.
A large spurt hissed out of her as the bell rang. With gritted teeth, she said bye to her class, and, as the door swung behind the final student, Aurelia was officially losing this battle.
Standing up quickly and subsequently forcing another spurt out of her, she shoved her hands between her legs, feeling the wet fabric pressing against her. She took a step. Leak. Step. Another leak.
She wasn't going to make it to the toilets.
Her mind raced with appropriate places to pee. The bin? No. The janitor's closet was too far away. On the carpet? Ew! She wasn't an animal.
Her mind drifted towards the storage closet.
Grabbing the keys to it, she sprinted across the classroom, fiddling with the lock until she swiftly opened it. Her years working here had finally paid off - she was used to this ancient lock.
Closing the door behind her, the automatic, yellowy lights switched on above her as she struggled to unbuckle her beige trousers.
With the top button open, she was losing the battle. Just the zip, and she'd tear down these barriers and finally piss onto the cool, tile floor--
The zip. No matter how much Aurelia tugged at it, it wouldn't budge.
Before she could even try to make work of it, one last huge spurt signified that she'd lost the battle.
Crouching down like she did before at the printer, her hot urine hissed messily out of her, down her legs, up towards her ass... she placed her hand by her crotch and felt how forceful her stream was. It spilled out of her at full force, even managing to create a small arch onto the floor. Her bladder had never, ever felt this full. These pills were going to make her lose her sanity.
She closed her thighs and placed her elbows against her knees, resting her sweaty face in her hands as she continued to gush out potentially litres of diuretic-induced pee. She pushed out thick stream after thick stream into her trousers and subsequently onto the floor, finally feeling the satisfying feeling of her bladder almost being empty.
She took away a hand from her face and creeped it down towards her still peeing vagina, feeling how achey and needy it was. As her desperation left her, horniness clouded her judgement.
A handful of thick streams later, Aurelia finally forces out the final few droplets of urine, finally empty after the past few hours.
Standing up with shaky legs, she fiddled with her trousers' fly and tore it open, letting her soiled trousers hit the wet floor below. Pulling down her panties, she sunk to the floor again, now shuffling to the shelves, back leaning against them. Her hands instantly found her puffy clit and took it in her fingers, pulling it ever so gently, feeling it throb within her grasp.
As she got off from the feeling she just experienced, she set her focus on the huge piss puddle on the ground, yellowing the white tiles underneath, seeing the devastation that was her wetted trousers. Now tinged dark brown where her piss flowed, Aurelia noticed this, which caused desire to flow through her.
Shuffling a little closer to the urine pool, she placed her hand into the puddle, wetting her hand in the slightly lukewarm liquid. She then stuffed two of those wet fingers inside of her, feeling the satisfying fullness within her. Grinding around her fingers as well as pulling and toying with her clit was a bit too much for Aurelia. With a loud moan which was slightly muted by a bite of the bottom lip, Aurelia came over her wet hand, tugging her clit ever so gently as she rode out the orgasm, new, warmer wetness in her hand sticking to her palm.
The fact that the pressure of an orgasm had left her caused another small stream of hot pee to hit the tiles again, splattering out for a few seconds before stopping. Her bladder was definitely doing this to taunt her.
Luckily, Aurelia had kept a few spare bottoms in this cupboard, hid away in the corner in case anybody asked. Pulling on a dry pair of underwear and a long-ish skirt, she left the cupboard to clean up her classroom.
Only 15 minutes later, after Aurelia had cleaned up her classroom, her need came back with a seething vengeance. She'd seen this coming - so, a quick visit to the cupboard was seen. She crouched down awkwardly, trying to not pee on her skirt as more clear urine hit the puddle below.
No more time to waste, unfortunately. She desperately wanted to cum over this mess, but, she had meetings to get to.
Quickly throwing a towel over the puddle, excuses over this puddle made, she walked out of her classroom, going to grab a coffee.
As she saw the dark liquid hit the cup, her phone buzzed.
Take pills. That silly, taunting reminder - so oblivious to the pain she'd been in for the past few hours. She grinned as she took a sip of her coffee, saving these pills for later, once she was in the comfort of her home.
Maybe these diuretics weren't so bad.
