#garble rambles

Imagine someone who’s been holding in their pee for well over ten hours, and they have a big bladder so they’re holding a LOT. And they’re tied to a chair, with their legs spread. (We’ll call them A)

They would’ve already pissed themselves, but between their legs is a micro, B, who’s strapped to the seat of the chair. They can’t pee without drowning the micro; they try not to leak, and fail, so the micro is already in a shallow pool of pee (the best case scenario).

The person running this “experiment”, C, comes in and starts to press on A’s bladder, hard.

“What’s the matter? You look like you’re gonna pop any moment now, I’m just trying to help you out.”

A’s breath is shaky. They’re so full. They’d love nothing more but to let go and open the floodgates but they can’t! With B between their legs, they’re forced to stay dry (or at least as dry as you can be when you’ve been letting out small leaks.)

B, despite their best efforts, is well and truly stuck. They can only flail in their restraints, and cry out in frustration as A keeps leaking next to them. It’s a miracle that the pee wasn’t splashing directly on them, but small puddle that had accumulated in the middle of the seat ensured that their backside was soaked. They felt uneasy as C placed their gaze on them.

C pointed down to B.

“So this is the problem?” C asked smugly, as if he wasn’t the one who put B there in the first place.

A nodded their head vigorously. They were so desperate they could barely speak. But they had to say something. They were about to give out. Their legs were bouncing as they opened their mouth.

“Move them, please..!” They begged.

“Move them?” C mocked contemplating, putting their hand on their chin.

“Hmmm..”

They hummed for a full minute straight, seemingly lost in thought.

A squeaked and bucked their hips as a big spurt of pee escaped into their pants.

“Please hurry and move them! I can’t hold it much longer!”

“…you really can’t, can you?”

With a quick motion, C grabbed B, gripping them tightly in their hands.

“Thank you, tha-“

“Whoa there buddy, don’t think you can go just yet. If you pee yourself right now, I’ll crush your little friend here.”

He emphasized his point by squeezing B, hard. B cried out as the fingers wrapped around him tightened their grip. They were once again helpless to stop the situation.

“What..?!”

“Don’t worry, not heartless,” C continued leaning down to be eye level with A. “All ya gotta do is tell me how bad ya hafta pee, and I’ll let ‘em go.”

A hesitated for a moment, then started.

“Please just let me go…! I’m so full, I can’t think straight, I feel like I’m gonna explode! It’s so much, I’ve never had to pee this bad in my life. I don’t care if I piss my pants, just let me go please..!”

“Mhmm..” C started rubbing circles around A’s bladder.

“So I guess you’d wanna hear about running water right now. Or pouring rain, or raging waterfalls. You wanna hear how good it’d feel if you just relaxed and let the nice warm sensation fill your pants.. thatd be nice, right?”

A nodded furiously as they bounced in their chair.

“Well I did say I’d let them go.. so here you go!”

B felt their heart drop as C opened A’s pants. They yelped as they were in free fall for a moment as their world went dark.

A blushed deeply, they were in shock. C stared at them, clearly amused at the situation.

“Hey I just said that I’d let them go. I didn’t say where I’d let them go.”

B tried to move slowly, but even the slightest bit of movement was brushing up against A’s privates. A whimpered, they felt a very strong spasm coming on.

“Oh? Is it time for the waterworks already?”

A’s peehole quivered. Their body has made its decision for them.

Especially when the sound they’re being tortured with is the sound of another person peeing. You tie them of and force them to hear the loud splashes of pee against the toilet, your sigh of relief and the flushing that comes after. Maybe you just piss away on the tile floor at it makes a splattering noise.

And of course, the iconic sound of filling of a glass of water. The sound of pouring is driving them insane.

Fuck man.. hissing.. gushing.. even just little trickles..

And it’s full of pee, not air, or cum. It gets disappointing when I go to look it up cuz like I think to myself “it’ll be pee in there, cuz that’s where the pee is :]” But then it’s almost always cum inflation 😔

Back on topic I like it when the bladder is essentially a water balloon more or less. I wish there were more stories/art around it, but I get it’s also incredibly specific. There is some stuff, mostly furry. I guess it falls into the ‘hyper’ category, that’s what it’s tagged as in most sites.

I’m imagining a very hot (and very stupid) demon pred. He’s tall lanky, wears a leather jacket to seem cooler than he actually is. He eats his favorite prey, says he’ll let her out in an hour, and just.. completely forgets she’s in his stomach an hour later.

She’s shrunk down, deep inside him, comfy and cozy when… mushed up food just starts raining down on her. He’s eating a lot, she wasn’t enough, not at that size.

All the while he’s thinking, “I swore I just ate… oh well.”

She tries to get his attention, but her efforts are in vain. No matter how much she pushes at the stomach walls, there’s no reaction, other than a satisfied belly pat.

*HWOOOORRRRRP*

“I gotta stop eating so much at once…”

With his newly filled belly, the demon yawns. He could use a nap. The prey tries to stay awake, but his idle belly rubbing lures her to sleep.

———-

Two hours. That’s when the demon snapped awake, realizing the mistake he made. He called out the prey’s name, no response. He desperately prodded his stomach for any sort of reaction. No squirming, not even a lazy kick.

Oh no.

Oh no.

Had he done it? The ultimate betrayal of trust? He held his head in his hands, shaking. Then, his ears perked up. He thought he heard a tiny faint voice calling his name. Was he hallucinating? The voice called out again, this time accompanied by a feeling of wriggling in his midsection.

“Oh thank goodness you’re okay!!” He rubbed the tiny lump on his lower body.

“I’m not okay! It reeks in here, get me out!”

He paused for a moment. He wanted to spit her out but…his eyes widened. His face went red. She wasn’t in his stomach anymore, meaning there was only one way out.

“Umm…so bad news is, I can’t spit you up! The good news is, you’re well on out.. through the back door- if you catch my drift…”

A flurry of kicks went to his gut, she was shouting profanities.

“…Just hurry it up then.” She couldn’t bring herself to be mad, she was completely embarrassed about the situation.

——-

30 minutes wasn’t that long at all. But to her, it felt like an eternity. Not to mention a constantly growing noxious smell behind her, as well the ominous gurgling that persisted the whole way through.

Even though she was near the end, she still felt as though this would be the end of the shenanigans the demon put her through.

Outside, the demon clenched his stomach. He had to go. But he couldn’t tell that to the human, his dignity was already gone when he realized he had to shit her out. He’d never hear the end of it if he were to release his bowels with her still in his body. So he squatted over the toilet, gripping the bowl for dear life.

They both pushed at the same time. His eyes widened as he felt her push through and fall into the toilet with a little plop.

“Thank god it’s over,” she sighed.

“Now help me out, please.”

“Uhh…” he was shifting on the seat. He was sweating, holding back an ocean of piss as well.

“Hello? Are you gonna help me out?”

“I-I..! I’m so sorry, but I can’t hold it! You might wanna hold your breath!”

Her eyes went wide.

“Wait, nononono-!”

*PPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH*

*FFFRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBT*

“Aaaaahhhhh….” He sighed, blissfully empty.

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