Topaz's corner

My friends and I went to see a movie today and got lunch beforehand, so I had a lot of fluids with the meal cause it was a lil salty and it was hot outside. Combined with my water bottle that I’d been drinking from before, it probably totalled to around a litre of water. But it’s ok!! I went to pee before the film, thoroughly enjoyed it, zero problems with my bladder. By the end of it I’d basically finished my water bottle again (after already emptying one time during lunch) so I had a fair amount of fluid in me, but was otherwise ok. My friends and I then go to get bubble tea, and this was the thing that really started to make me need to goooo.

Normally the portions are kinda stingy, so I wasn’t expecting to drink that much. Colour me surprised when the server hands me back basically a fucking pint of liquid which hey, I’m not complaining, that’s good value for money right there.

We end up sitting on a bench for around two hours just chatting about the movie and drinking. I however, have a problem my friends do not have. Firstly, I got my drink quite a bit sooner than them cause I knew what I wanted and ordered first, so I already had a head start on finishing my drink. Secondly, I have a chronic problem with drinking every drink I have super fast. If a drink is put in front of me, it’ll be gone in 15 minutes tops, I cannot do sipping to save my life. So by the time my friends are just starting their drinks - which they will proceed to sip on slowly for the next two hours - I’ve basically already finished mine, and all that liquid has a major head start on getting to my bladder and sitting there for a long long time.

I don't really notice it at first though, I'm sitting enjoying the conversation. Contributing to discussion and laughing when I gradually start to feel a little tingle down below. It’s not bad though, barely noticeable, and I mostly forget about it as we continue to talk.

I don’t forget about it completely though.

Slowly my legs start swinging more and more on the bench, and I find myself subconsciously trying to position myself in such a way that my crotch is pressed against one of the slats of wood, and it dawns on me then of Oh, I really need to pee

Perhaps it was the delusion talking, but I still didn’t think it was that bad. There was a perverted part of my brain picturing me managing to hold on another basically two hours until I got home, but those hopes were swiftly dashed the second I got up and gravity hit my bladder like a sledgehammer. Ok that’s a little dramatic, it was definitely still (somewhat) manageable, but way fuller than I’d ever comfortably be in public normally, especially without a toilet nearby.

Luckily, one of my friends had been saying on and off for a while she needed the toilet and we should go find one, so our next quest was wandering to the nearby McDonald’s and using their loos. Walking though… walking was gradually becoming a challenge for me.

Every step I took seemed to shake my bladder more than the last, and that combined with the long detour we had to take (because we thought there was a shortcut but actually wasn't) made the weight in my bladder more and more heavy, all pressing down on my clenching urethra.

By the time we finally got to there I was mentally frantic. Externally, I was still chatting and laughing with my friends, but internally all my thoughts were dissolving into just pisspisspisspisspiss. Not being able to grab at myself and cross my legs super obviously was making it all so much worse, barely holding on with my fluttering urethra and I just needed to GO

I had a genuine scare though when we walked in. The toilets were trapped upstairs, and the entry was barred by cleaners who’d put tape across them to stop anyone from going to the upper floor while they were there. FUCK-

My friend who needed to go was saying “oh well that’s a shame, guess I’ll walk home and just pee when I get there” which was fine for her cause she only lived five minutes away and clearly didn't need to go that badly, but my back teeth were fucking SWIMMING and I genuinely could not handle the thought of leaving without pissing at this point (and yes there was a toilet at the train station but that still another ten minute walk away and I genuinely don't think my bladder could've handled that without at least being forced to pee dance in front of all my friends, which I simply would not have survived)

Under the guise of wanting to be helpful to my friend I started walking as quickly as I could around the McDonald's and thankfully made eye contact with an open bathroom sign downstairs. Granted, it was a single disabled toilet, but a toilet nonetheless.

However... cause I had not at all voiced needing to piss at this point, I didn't want to dive in there first and leave my friend hanging outside the loos. It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me, never mind the fact that in their minds, I didn't need to pee at all. I pointed the bathroom out to her, motioned for her to go in, and proceeded to have the longest minute and a half wait in my life.

My other friend was still stood outside with me and clearly didn't need to piss at all, so they kept rambling to me and making small talk and I genuinely just could not absorb any of it. My bladder was so fucking close to relief it was the only thing filling my brain and I think basically every response I gave was just some variation of mmhmm, uhuh, yeah. It got so bad at one point, my bladder clenching down trying to send such intense waves of desperation through me that I was forced to cross my legs right in front of my friend talking to me. Shifting my thighs twisting one way and another, trying to look as nonchalant as possible while my gaze was just locked on that bathroom door. Fuck I needed to piss so fucking badly if I wasn't careful it was gonna come out RIGHT NOW-

My friend finally, fucking finally, opened the bathroom door and I felt like I could breathe again. Relief was so close I just needed to-

My friends started trying to leave the damn McDonald's, thinking that everyone's bladder's were empty, and I had to suffer the embarrassment of saying "oh no I'm gonna pee too" while trying to keep my legs untwisted, my posture straight, my face entirely neutral while my bladder screamed at me. Trying to play it off like I was taking a just-in-case piss before my long trip home, instead of letting on that my bladder was about to burst at the seams. My friends of course didn't care, just shrugged and went back to talking to each other while I frantically slammed the door shut behind me.

PISSPISSPISSPISSPISS

I was so close so so close so close it's there it's right there I just need to take my shorts off and fuck there's a tie why is there always a tie on these things fuck, why is the knot so tight I just need to take these off please please please please please-

I'm pee dancing right in front of the toilet, desperately twisting my thighs as I wrestle with the knot on the front of my shorts, bladder clenching and pulsing as the string cuts into it while I pull it tighter to try and undo the knot and fuck it wants to come out but no it's ok I can hold it-

I manage to get my shorts down just as a tiny spurt escapes me, dampening my boxers and making me start to basically hyperventilate as I stumble the last few steps to the toilet. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

I shove my boxers down and slam my ass on the toilet, exploding a thick stream of piss into the bowl as I slump in relief. Trying to hold back my moans as I stare at the small coin sized stain on my boxers, suddenly feeling so embarrassed by the whole situation. Being caught so off guard by my bladder like that was so humbling, even though the whole situation should've been obvious with how much I drank, it just slipped my mind somehow.

The worst part of it all though (besides nearly pee dancing in front of my friends) was when I slid my boxers back on and felt the cool wetness of my leak against my crotch again. All my shame and embarrassment condensed down into that single coin-sized patch, I could feel myself blushing. Tightening the knot back on my shorts, I was A) amazed at how much looser they were that just a minute ago, and B) very careful to make the knot much easier to undo than the last one... ugh...

- every player on the team drinks before gametime until their bladders are around 50% capacity (every team member has a small magical device inserted that can track the fullness of their bladder and relay it to a database)

- pissing away more than 30% (or below 50% max capacity) of your fullness in quick succession kicks you from the game

- instead of standard tackling-physicality it's more targetted to use their big catboy paws to knead the opposing player's bladder to make them explode (big fights may have multiple catboys ganging up on one guy)

- the hockey body protection is stripped in exchange for useless fabrics that just show off wet spots, but the hardness of the game puck has been greatly reduced (almost bouncy) (tail and head protection is taken seriously though) (very flattering camera usage)

- goalies are normal and exempt from all of the above restrictions so more games go into overtime, in which both nets become empty to see if any of the players can even hold their sticks anymore

- full 1 hour regulation games are still played, along with the national anthems, and time for the crew to smooth and stabilize the ice. however between-period breaks are reduced to limit catboys losing control off the ice

- penalties/power plays are as long as it takes for the offending player to drink a bottle of water in the penalty box

- the sports commentators are not remotely horny (some of them were previously part of the sport) but it's generally understood that the fans are

- the catboys can't help but whine and are embarrassed all the time in their between-period interviews

- so many sportsdrink and athleticwear sponsorships

- big gambling community ('Will X player make it to the third period?')

- games are played less frequently to give the catboys proper pelvic rest

car desperation and just in time release

so i won't say what kind of program i'm in for privacy reasons but just know foley catheters are part of it. i was doing a simulation where i have to put a foley into a mannequin

the problem was that i had drank a lot of water because i was nervous, was late that morning so i didn't get to pee, and it basically just SLAMMED me while we were watching the video demonstrations. i'm rocking back and forth a little, tapping my foot, but i'm good. and i'm thinking like oh i won't be the first up to do my demonstration so i'll have some time to go while other people are in the demo room. WRONG. i get called first

so i have to put the catheter into this mannequin, explain to said mannequin how it drains the bladder and will help with him feeling so distended. keep in mind inserting one of these is a long and sterile process so i absolutely cannot hold myself or really potty dance at all. and you have to keep your hands pretty steady. so i'm standing there trying SO hard to stop shaking. i know that my instructor is watching the cameras in the room to grade me so i'm hoping i just look nervous and like i'm not bursting

it takes me ten minutes. when i put the catheter itself into the mannequin i have to say things like "so you should be feeling your bladder becoming emptier" and "did that help relieve the pain?" so as you can fucking imagine i am genuinely dying

as i'm cleaning up all of my supplies i feel myself leak. it's so tiny and thank GOD i'm wearing shorts under my scrub pants bc i was planning on going to the gym after class. it's coming out in little spurts and im trying to nonchalantly cross my legs while i'm forced to basically stare at this hunk of plastic that's getting more relief than i am. imagine

my instructor dismisses me and i basically grab my stuff and run. didn't want to use the bathroom in the building because i knew the second i saw a potty it was going to be over and i'd be walking out in wet scrubs

thankfully i live very close to the building so i got in my car and i'm using one hand to drive and one hand to hold myself. i'm still leaking and they're getting longer and longer. you can definitely see them on the outside at this point but i literally don't care i'm getting tunnel vision from how bad i have to go. i got to the last red light to turn into my complex and started crying. i had to pee so bad i was panicking and i couldn't make it stop coming out

fuck i leaked just as i said it

fuck i leaked just as i said it