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  1. We’re back once again! One chemotherapy and a bone transplant later, at that, but that’s all behind us now. It’s been a while, and I apologize for that. Now, since it’s been so long, I suppose we could use a refresher! And maybe a little “visual” help to get the ball rolling in yer ol’ imaginations. I certainly like visuals, it helps me write, and it allows readers to visualize better too! (Unless you already have Caelus and her misadventures perfectly visualized in your own mind, then you may be enticed to skip this stuff, hence why I spoiler tagged it.) Now, I’m not the best fantasy writer. I have very little background in writing fantasy and especially not about races and that sort of stuff! My perception of a goblin can be wildly different than yours, so I’d like to give a little insight to how I visualize Caelus! (Apologies for the quality of art ^^;) Here's a (rough) size comparison between Caelus and a typical Aragozian woman! As a typical goblin would, Caelus is pretty small, and a bit of a shortstack at that! I envision her as having the extra thiccness due to being royalty and being extra well fed compared to her subjects who survive off of thieving and pillaging, scrapping together their meals. Large ears and braided hair because I think it looks cute! Now let's look at Caelus' now infamous bladder! In this side profile we get Caelus after a decent 24 hours of holding. Definitely ballooned a bit, but nothing special... Another day and we're getting somewhere! A bit of a bump as her bladder struggles to find room and would definitely be sending strong, urgent signals to be relieved! Would she be able to hold to this point without the burden of a curse? Maybe... Jumping up to day 5! Now her bladder makes her look pregnant and is trying desperately to make room in her body, pushing her insides around and exhibiting tremendous pressure! Also, my headcanon is that goblins have very thin and unobtrusive pelvic bones, making it so that her bladder literally doesn't break her bones. It also allows them to take... rather large objects in certain places, but that's a topic for another day! Now, you're probably wondering, where is Caelus at now at this point in the story? Here... Frankly, there's not much to say. I mean, just look at it! And it will continue to grow! Such a volume would be near impossible to walk with, exhibiting extreme, unbearable urges to piss til the cows come home! But we'll just have to see what happens next, shall we? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little tangent, and without further ado... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 4 Cael is stirred from her nightmares of liquid burdens, waterfalls, and tidal waves to be met with stony walls and a ceiling of stalagmites. It was then she noticed her position, laying down, nude, with her arms and legs bound apart! “Wha… where am I…?” “Welcome to our lair!” Callus, startled, looked around. Her vision was still foggy but she ,are out two hooded individuals, one shorter than the other. “You idiot!” The taller one smacked the back of the shorter one’s head. “You don’t welcome someone to a lair! A lair isn’t designed to be welcoming!” “Ouch!… Well excuse me for being polite! Even if she is our prisoner she deserves to be accommodated…” “Who are you?! Where am I?!” Caelus cried out. “We’re nobody important: we’re just a couple of henchmen working for our master.” Said the tall one. “And you’re in our lair in the mountains! We kidnapped you the other night after you went to sleep!” Replied the short one, with the taller one staring down on him in disapproval. “What?! You… kidnapped me?!” Caelus cried, flabbergasted. “Yep! The food you ate was drugged so it put you in a deep sleep so we could take you away!” Overshared the short one again. Followed by a conk on the head by his associate. “What are you going to do to me? Are you working with the kingdom?” pleaded Caelus. It was then a powerful wave of pain and pressure overwhelmed her, causing her to instinctively try to close her legs, before first noticing the cold metal of her chains keeping her legs apart, before then remembering, oh yeah, she can’t pee anyway. “To answer your first question, errr… we’re not quite sure yet. We’ve just been told to keep you in custody.” Shrugged the tall one. “And to answer your second question,” the short one retorted, “no, we’re working for our master!… Who might be working for the kingdom. So maybe we are. Or maybe not… Are we?” He looked up to the tall one, who just rolled his eyes. “I don’t know any more than you. Now shut up! We’re not paid to think about our employer.” “You’re getting paid?!” “It’s a figure of speech, you clod…” The tall one scoffed. “No! I dropped a lot of shit to do this job, and even though master promised us power, if he’s paying in gold I want that too!” The two minions began the squabble over payment and benefits, all the way down to lunch hours. Caelus sighed. These two idiots don’t seem to be a threat to her in the immediate moment, but the talk about their master does seem concerning, and more importantly, a key figure in Caelus’ mysterious affliction. She had to get what she could out of these dim-witted henchmen, and luckily, they didn’t seem like the hardest to manipulate. Goblins aren’t exactly great liars, but their skill at decent is second to none. “Um, excuse me…~” Caelus put on a submissive tone to try to squeeze info out of them. “It might be kind of obvious… but I really, really need to pee…” The two paused their fickleness for the moment. “Oh, uh, that’s good. F-for us I mean. Having you with a full bladder is part of master’s plan.” The tall one answered. “That much is obvious.” Caelus thought to herself. “Why do you need me to be so full?… I really have to go, I can’t even let go pee myself! Can’t you just let me pee just a little bit? I promise I’ll be full enough for whatever your master wants!” This was an attempt to try to get more information as to why Caelus was cursed to such an extreme extent, but more so an attempt to finally be able to release some of her burden. She truly was desperate, her throbbing, twitchy sore urethral opening in her pussy burned with need as the great mass of liquid in her abdomen stretches her in ways never thought possible. “Sorry, we’re given strict orders about the state of affairs of your bladder, goblin queen. Besides, only master is the one that could relinquish you from the curse on your bladder.” Spoke the tall one. “Uh, were you supposed to say that?” The short one tapped on his shoulder. The tall one grew wide-eyed, realizing the slip of his tongue. “Uhm, forget I said that! Our orders are to keep an eye on you and to be full of piss, that’s all!” That’s very good to know. Whoever this “master” is, they have control of the curse on Caelus’ bladder! Finally, we’re getting somewhere. But as good as the information is, it doesn’t help Caelus’ current situation. But some context is always nice. Caelus’ train of thought was rudely interrupted by the short henchman placing his palm, sending shockwaves through her body as she clenched her teeth in pain. “Damn… how much do you think is in there? I know goblins are pretty resilient and flexible, but I’ve never seen something like this!” “Probably a whole washtub’s worth, maybe two!” replied the tall one, which would actually be a very fair estimate. “Taking a bath in piss, now that’s something. Eugh… would be pretty smelly though.” He caressed the bulge with plenty of force, causing Caelus to whimper. “In your case, the smell would probably be an improvement if you bathed in it.” The tall one chuckled. “Hey, shut up! Don’t act like you don’t stink either!” “Sure, but when’s the last time you had a wash, a year ago?” “Actually it was only eleven months ago!… Eleven and a half, yeah… Hey, check this out!” The short minion pushed both his palms into Caelus’ massive bulge, causing her to yelp. “Eep!! S-stop! That hurts!…” “Haha, it’s like playing with fresh bread dough, all malleable and squishy, even the way it springs back, watch!” The minion retracted both his hands as the bulge sprung back to reclaim its more comfortable shape, wobbling and sloshing with its liquid inside. Caelus was beside herself in pain, and she could do nothing but wince and yelp and moan in pain as her poor bladder was treated like a toy. “Heh. That does look like fun.” The tall henchman started rubbing and pushing around the liquid mass alongside his comrade. This sensation doubled, no, squared the uncomfortable and painful sensations Caelus was experiencing. What on earth could be the reason for this kind of torture?… A grueling length of time passes. It couldn’t have been more than an hour, but for Caelus it felt like days. Even after almost an hour, the henchman were still messing around with the flesh around Caelus’ gargantuan bladder. Talk about easily entertained. The pair were ruthless too: prodding and torturing her bladder with their palms, fists, knuckles, elbows, treating her like nothing more than a lump of clay you mess with for fun. A thud echos around the damp, dark chamber, as the door serving as the entrance to Caelus’ prison creaks open. A tall, hooded figure trudges in, his height and prominence not to be understated. He had a chilling aura, causing Caelus to shiver (or maybe it was her bladder, good gods she wanted to piss!). His purple robe adorned with gold managed to shine even with the lack of light in the dreary room. Sharp, sinister yellow eyes pierce through the shadow of the hood, gazing into Caelus’ soul. He gestures towards her, creeping in her direction. “You must be Queen Caelus, Queen of the Goblin Kingdom… I have so looked forward to meeting you.” He places his sleeved arms in a cross. The two henchman bow before the figure. “Welcome back master. Everything is arranged as you requested.” So here’s the man of the hour. He certainly fits the bill of an evil mastermind that has loyal, if a bit dim, henchmen. “Very good.” He addresses his underlings. “Now, Caelus…” He gestured sinisterly. “I’m just going to ask for a simple favor.” Kidnapping is certainly no way to butter anyone up to ask for favors. “What… what could you want with me? I’m just an ordinary goblin. Goblin royalty I suppose… but why on Earth do you need me to be cursed and filled to my breaking point with pee?!” “I’m so glad you asked!” The figure responded, strangely excitedly. “I needed a vessel to carry out my plans for the destruction of Aragoza! I needed an individual with a strong bladder to withstand my curse to be sure they could hold enough for my plans. I thought that the Queen of Aragoza, being as strong willed and restitute as she is, would make a good vessel. And also the irony of having the Queen destroy her own kingdom was too sweet to pass up!” Caelus was confused as ever. How could holding one’s piss bring about the downfall of an entire kingdom? “Alas the curse backfired and Ethel couldn’t hold what she needed, so I cursed her with an incontinent bladder instead. Back to square one.” He turned to creepily gaze upon Caelus’ nude, quivering body. “That’s where you come in.” A shiver rode down Caelus’ spine alongside a nasty throb of her bladder. “M-me?” “Yes! That’s when I thought, goblins! Strong, hardy, and flexible! A goblin bladder would work wonders better than a human one! Even though your kind is resistant to magic, it was not much extra effort to apply the curse to you while you were sleeping all those days ago. What is it now? Ten days? Your bladder must be aching full to burst! No worries, you’ll get your chance to relieve yourself soon enough.” That last quote caught Caelus in an insane whiplash. “What? You mean it?” “Of course! Your usefulness is just about over, you’ll bring the downfall of Aragoza! As your rivals, that practically makes us allies, you know.” The cruel figure snickered. Red flags all over the place, obviously. “Wait… how is needing to piss like crazy going to bring the downfall of the kingdom?” “All these questions! Well, I suppose I owe you the explanation.” The figure sat down, now eye level with Caelus, his hood still obscuring his face in darkness. “Alongside the curse of sealing and curse of expansion, the liquid itself in your bladder has been cursed! You are nurturing the seeds of the Water Golem!” Caelus face grew stricken with fear at the bizarre thought. “Wha-what?!” “Yes, the Water Golem! A fierce deity that, under my control, will take control of the waves and seas and send a crashing tsunami and rapid flood to wipe away all of Aragoza and its disgusting stain on this land! The valley will become a bay as buildings and forests are swallowed by water! Hahahaha!!” He laughs maniacally, his lackeys also joining in the laugh, more so out of fear of disapproval, as if he was telling a bad joke. How horrible! Caelus held the seeds of the destruction of the entire valley in her bladder! All those innocent lives in Aragoza, and her loyal subjects in the Goblin Kingdom, all washed away in a horrible flood! “Anyway, you two:” the evil master pointed to his lackeys. “Bring the collection vessel. We need to contain the golem until we’re ready to use him.” “Yes sir!” They said simultaneously, and quickly retrieved a large clear vase with and placed it below Caelus, right underneath her quivering pussy and pulsing urethra. The act of providing a means of disposal, let alone the anticipation of release, sent further spasms and pains up to Caelus’ brain as she was just short of panting desperately for relief. However her conscience weighed monstrously on her. So many lives to be washed away by this demon brewing in her bladder. As much as her body begged, pleading with her to release its gallons worth of contents at the earliest opportunity, the mental anguish would far surpass the physical one in her abdomen. She had to do something! “Everything in order?… All right, the time has finally come… I’ve been looking forward to this! I’m undoing the Curse of Sealing now, and your torment will finally be over, poor Queen Caelus!” Caelus whimpered in agony as she watched the evil hooded figure make several hand gestures in quick suggestion, mumbling some incantations to himself, before finally dramatically pointing directly to her groin. The curse binding gallons of frothing, sloshing, hot urine built up inside Caelus’ exhausted bladder finally being lifted. Caelus didn’t feel much different, all things considered. She still felt the horrible, excruciating pressure to urinate like ever before, her poor urethra crying out in burning pain. But she’d been feeling that for a good few days now. The only thing that changed was Caelus’ immense fear to push. Up until this point, Caelus would try to push her liquid mass out occasionally, to no success. It had gotten to the point where it was almost involuntary, and each attempt added to the pain and pressure of pushing down a large liquid mass against her perfectly shut pelvic floor. Now Caelus couldn’t even risk letting out a dribble. She held back as much as she possibly could, forging every ounce of strength and resolve to keep her dam shut. What irony, after all this time her goal had completely changed. Everyone was counting on her, whether they knew it or not, and Caelus had no idea how much or how long she had to endure, but she at least had to try. With a gritted, panting face she tightened her kegel muscles and willed her pussy shut to prevent any spillage. Amazingly, despite such a horrible mass of urine, she held on tight. “Hmmm? That’s odd. I would’ve foreseen you gushing the golem into the chamber vessel already. Perhaps I did the undoing incorrectly?” He opened a large, old looking book and swiped through the pages before reading it, mumbling the same incantations and miming the hand signals again. “No, that should have done it… what could be going on?” “Uh, sir? Is it possible that she could be holding it all by herself?” Spoke the tall minion. “No no… that would be almost impossible. It would require an immense amount of will to withstand a bladder so large and full. I suppose it would be possible but I -“ he then glances at Caelus’ pained, gritted expression. “Oh. You’re… You’re trying to defy me?!?” The hooded figure loomed over her with a wrath plain to see. “I will not be undermined by some cocky gobbo! I command you to begin urinating now!!” Caelus stared into the dark hood looming over her with nothing to respond with but a look of strained contempt and defiance. “Why you little!-“ The evil magistrate slapped Caelus flatly on her monstrous bulge. Hard. “Eeeep!!” Caelus yelped as she clanked her bindings and spasmed in pain. She could feel a small jet of urine in her urethra of a loosening control, but luckily rescinded itself back into where it had been trapped for so long. “Master! You don’t want to hurt the golem! There must be other ways to make her piss!” The magistrate scowled. “I suppose you’re right.” He stood straight up once again. “You cannot deny your bladder forever. Sooner or later the golem will be birthed from its resting place and will be under my control. Heh, it might even be more powerful with extra time to brew in your bladder. I doubt you would even last the night.” He addressed his minions. “Leave her to stew in her own pain, but don’t forget to get her plenty to drink, and make sure she drinks it. We’ll see how she fairs in the morning.” The lackeys nodded in understanding, before preparing to leave the room. “Does this mean we get our break now?” The short one asked, promptly answered by a smack by his comrade. The dark figure looked back at Caelus before exiting himself. “Good luck, Caelus. You’re going to need it.” And with that, the door shut to the dark room. It shut hard enough to knock the latch of a window open, and it creaked open allowing a bit of light and whatever was outside to be visible. Through the window Caelus could get a sweeping view of the entire kingdom, from Arasootas all the way to the forests she claims her home. She was clearly very high in the mountains somewhere, not in a place she could yell for help. She had to save her energy on her bladder anyway. Caelus longed to be down their free of this massive burden, but it also strengthened her resolve to protect her subjects and the innocent people of the kingdom. She took a deep breath and steeled herself to prepare for the night ahead, just as a wave came over her and threatened to break her control. Just the inch or so that was her trembling urethra would be the difference between peace and the destruction of millions of lives, and her bulging bladder spasmed violently to cover that distance and escape the confines of Caelus’ control. It would certainly be a long night.
  2. I could but the nurses don't really like it because it's technically unhygienic.
  3. So one more story from today: Due to having higher blood pressure my doctors put me on Lasix, which very simply is just a strong diuretic. I was given my dose this morning and not even 10 minutes later Environmental showed up to do their deep clean of my room. I knew at the time that this was going to end badly but I let them do their thing anyway. Naturally after only 20 minutes I was starting to get a bit desperate. That stuff works quick! Environmental was taking their time and had only just started on the bathroom when they said they needed to step out to get more cleaner and would be back in just a second. I said ok and hoped they would get back quick. They ended up taking over 15 minutes. I was really getting desperate and debated just going to the bathroom or even in the sink just off my bed. They came back just when I was reaching my breaking point and I groaned internally knowing I just missed my chance. Not even five minutes later I was clutching my penis under my blanket and was seriously thinking that I would wet myself for the first time in years. A leak spurt out, and then another, and then another… before environmental finally left the bathroom and I excused myself. Thankfully my underwear had absorbed the spurts and I gushed into the urinal sighing in relief. The volume ended up being over 800 ml which is honestly less than it should be considering the Lasix. I really need to learn about timing with environmental otherwise this might get worse, lmao.
  4. That definitely would help! Overall the best thing to do is to moderately push yourself, I don't think you should be pissing yourself at every hold because then you definitely feel fatigued. I think that a good reference is to hold to the point you comfortably can in public as much as you can. This means you can effectively still train your bladder in public as well. There is a science to this but even so everyone and their bladder is different. Perhaps just having the knowledge of holding more will train your bladder will be helpful, just do what you think is best and don't be afraid to experiment!
  5. Your premonition is correct! The bladder functions like a muscle, so putting it to work like a form of exercise has shown to have a positive effect on capacity and strength (backed by science, as far as we can tell). That being said your bladder can become fatigued just as a muscle can, but the opposite is also true. Science as well as my own observation has noticed that people who go at the first sign of an urge (or continually use diapers and pads) have noticably weaker bladders to the point of being incontinent. In the end do whatever you feel most comfortable with, but of you actively want to train your bladder you have to push it. From my own experience holding to a 8-8.5/10 every time with an occasional extreme hold has worked really well!
  6. I think it just makes more sense to just quote you two here, lol Anyway, I might have summoned the piss gods to torment me by describing my experience because I had an experience today where I was really desperate. The first was kind of my fault because I put it off because I was feeling sluggish, I felt an urge to go not even 45 minutes after last using the portable urinal but I just didn't want to sit up (also was down a YouTube rabbit hole and didn't want to stop) Around another 30-45 minutes later I was starting to get desperate. The fluids were definitely getting to me so I said I would get up after one more video. Loe and behold, environmental comes in and asks to clean the bathroom and the rest of the room. I instinctively said yes before realizing my mistake. Now with no access to the bathroom I just had to hold it and my bladder was seriously sending warning signs, this was definitely the most desperate I've been in a long time, like a 9.5/10. Environmental couldn't have been in there for more than 10-15 minutes but it felt like an eternity. Eventually they exited but I was still too sheepish to go in just after they cleaned it. They did the floors and wiped surfaces which thankfully took them not even 5 minutes. After they left I bolted (or more like trudged, dragging my IV stand with me) to the bathroom and pissed a gusher into the urinal. It felt heavenly and almost was in danger of spilling it since there was so much, very clear, piss. I ended up filling a little over 900 ml of the bottle which stops measuring at 1,000. So yeah definitely quite a lot! I wouldn't really want to repeat it because the last thing I need is stress on my body, but it certainly was an interesting experience nonetheless!
  7. That's all I have for the time being. I'm sure I'll have more experiences but it will probably be similar to what I described
  8. Interesting timing on this considering I just got admitted for a transplant, lol. Current and past experiences are pretty universal, when given fluids you almost always need to pee and dragging around an IV stand can be an absolute chore so sometimes going to the bathroom can just be inconvenient so I put it off. However as a man with a larger bladder capacity than most (to put it humbly) it's almost a little fun having to go so often as long as you feel ok. Those days where you're so sick you can't drag yourself out of bed just fucking suck. Also is capacity, as of now nurses need to measure my intake and "output" to make sure I'm getting enough nutrients and also to check for Graft vs Host when I actually get the transplant. After a full night of sleeping on fluids I've nearly maxed out the container they gave me to the point they gave me a second one, xD. As far as desperation goes, I have a strong bladder so it takes a lot to get me desperate. The most I would say was actually yesterday when I needed to wait for my piss container to come back because they were cleaning it or something. They had me on fluids so after like 30 minutes I was already feeling a need to go which eventually started getting worse. I didn't want to mess up the numbers but I was starting to consider just going to the toilet. Eventually they came back when I was a 9/10 and although I could've held longer I was just uncomfortable. So yeah, those are a few experiences I had. I'm in the hospital for around 6 weeks so I'm sure Ill have more to report later if in up to it!
  9. A bit, I got a higher dose of medicine which is helping, but starting next week I'm going to be in the hospital for a transplant to cure it permanently. This will either give me a lot more time to write (since I cant do anything else), or I'll be too tired to do anything, here's hoping it's the former!
  10. Welcome to our next installment! Sorry for the delay, got some personal stuff going on but hopefully I should be back on track with more inspiration! Character Text Colors: The third day! Both Sonya and Cecilia awoke with nagging needs in their bladders. Cecilia could feel her abdomen had ballooned quite a bit since yesterday, her kidneys working overdrive as she tried to get the thought of a wee out of her mind as she swung her nude legs out of bed. Sonya similarly had quite a bit of urgency in her nether’s as she badly needed a trip to the privy. She gripped herself, just for a moment, to maintain control of her pressing piss tank. Both the girls went to breakfast trying to subdue their needs. Waiting in the banquet hall was yet another feast for all the dignitaries of the castle, and plenty of milk, juice, and water to go along. Cecilia and Sonya drank 3 liters of milk each, along with 2 liters of juice and another 3 liters of water. Sonya held her lady’s etiquette to the highest regard, refusing to turn down a beverage offered to her to be polite. Cecilia didn’t have a choice, if she were to be the prince’s bride, she would have to gulp down whatever was offered to her Today was a stormy day in the kingdom, and sheets of water pelted the castle. The pitter-patter of rain had quite the mental effect on the two girls, Sonya not daring to look out the windows and Cecilia twitching her leg often at the sound of the raindrops. Nevertheless, the lunch and supper bell came round, much too soon for Sonya and Cecilia. And another 12 liters of juice, water, and beer for each lady; 5 for lunch, and 7 for supper. Cecilia addressed her prince after supper had concluded. “My prince… I feel very full with piss… How much longer should I have to wait to prove my worth to you?” “As long as I wish. I will tell you when I am satisfied with your capabilities. Your instructions are still very clear: Hold onto your need and do not let out a single drop while you drink everything that is put in front of you.” “Yes, my prince…” Cecilia agonizingly clutched herself just for a moment. The waistband of her tights were well and truly digging into her bladder. Taking them off for bed was quite the reprieve she needed upon residing in her bedchamber for the evening. However, the removal of her tights caused the bulge in her abdomen to extend, unimpeded. The liquid sloshed down to her urethra and she could feel an ocean of piss rush towards the exit. She had to plug her urethra by digging her hand in her undergarments to prevent a drop from saturating them. Sonya in the meantime looked desperately for some sort of access to a chamberpot, yet the castle was designed to have no public privies and that guests would be encouraged to use the privy in their quarters. Sonya’s assigned privy was sadly the one that she had access to throughout the castle all to herself, but ironically, couldn’t be accessed due to a jam. Sonya restlessly wrangled her nightgown on as she squirmed and fidgeted in the process of putting it on. “Dear me… I have to piss like no tomorrow!... I can hold it though… A lady like myself would not be caught dead stumbling like this… And everyone knows a lady would hold any restroom urges to herself until she reaches a private place to relieve herself… I can hold it… I-I hope.” Both girls had to contend with bladders the size of cantaloupes in their abdomens as they tried to find the peace to sleep. * * * The fourth day came and was much more pleasant. The sun was warm and casted it's rays throughout the kingdom. The Prince invited Cecilia and Sonya for a carriage ride throughout the various towns and villages in the kingdom. However, Cecilia and Sonya would first bear another 9 liters each for breakfast. The weather was certainly pleasant and smooth, but the carriage could not share that characteristic. The roads and patches were winding and bumping, jostling around Cecilia and Sonya and their bladders. They discreetly tried to clutch themselves and stow their bladders. But each bump and twist in the road bounced and sloshed the raging bladder bulges in their abdomens. Prince Barone was obviously quite aware of Cecilia's condition, but not so much of Sonya's. She did a decent job of barricading her piss hole and avoiding the typical mannerisms of one who is bursting for a hissing piss. At one point the prince left the carriage to talk to the driver after a particularly nasty bump, leaving Cecilia and Sonya by themselves in the carriage, anxiously nursing their burdens. "Ohhhhhhhh…~" "Are you alright?" Cecilia straightened up, slightly embarrassed that she had been caught moaning to her plight. "Yes, I'm alright… If I could be honest, I'm busting for a wee." "I know what you mean…" Sonya said under her breath. "Hmm? What was that?" "Oh, nothing, just… er, I understand how you mean, I'm not in too dissimilar a state." Sonya would never, ever typically discuss her need to urinate with anyone else, but she found Cecilia to be trustworthy and misery loves company, allegedly. "Ohhhh, you could go for a piss as well?" "Shhh! Not so loud! Someone could hear you!" Sonya displayed a beet red face of embarrassment as she motioned for Cecilia to tone down her voice. Cecilia scoffed. "There's nothing awry about talking about our needs. Everyone has to go!" Sonya stammered over Cecilia's brazenness. "I… I er, reserve that such topics are too raunchy for my tastes." "Maybe for your stuffy noble peers, however I reserve that we are just two ladies with the same need, and I quite enjoy striking up a conversation with someone I have something in common with." Sonya considered Cecilia's proposal, as her bladder sent a pulse and a shiver up her spine. "I do as well, plus, a conversation will help take the edge off and distract me until we return to the castle." "See? I was just thinking that! We might see more eye-to-eye than you think, Sonya!" Sonya giggled before being hit with a strong pang from her bladder that forced her to clutch her undergarments. "Oooo… my world for an empty chamberpot!" Coincidentally, Cecilia felt a similar lurch from her own abdomen that forced her to bend forward. "You and me both…" She said clenching her teeth. The two ladies shared a brief chat as they took turns clenching, squirming, and straining as they shared their need along with their company. "I've never had to go this bad in a long, long time…" Sonya whimpered through clenched teeth and an even more clenched pussy. "Oh yeah? When was the last time you used the pot?" Cecilia asked with hands in her crotch, rather brazenly. Sonya grew flushed. As open as she has been with Cecilia, Sonya would rather die than tell the truth of how she has been holding her waters for more than four days. "This morning, just before breakfast… I guess I must have overdone it on the milk and juice… How about you? You seem very full yourself…" Sonya lied convincingly enough. Cecilia hesitated. She had just put herself in an awkward position with the question she just asked. Part of her deal with Prince Barone was to keep a tight pair of lips about her little contest. Rumors can spread around the kingdom but having an insider of the castle witness and knowing of Cecilia's burden for the Prince could lead to complications. However, Cecilia is an honest woman, and not one to lie. "Ohhhh… Id say about three, almost four days now?" She said almost casually. Sonya was taken aback. Mostly by surprise that Cecilia had held her waters almost exactly as long as she had. "Oh my goodness! Whatever made you abstain from release for so long? Surely you must have had access to a chamberpot by now!" Cecilia continued to try to play it cool. "I er, like to challenge myself. Going days without relieving my bladder is quite exhilarating, I suppose!" Sonya gave a light nod in agreement. She didn't want to admit it but she found that this prolonged abstinence of a pisspot to be rather exciting. Perhaps the thought of being on the verge of pissing herself seemed so out of character for her it was something new and unique to indulge in, especially now that she had someone to confide it to. The faint steps of the Prince soon could be heard outside the carriage as Cecilia and Sonya scrambled to make themselves a bit more presentable, stowing hands away from their pussies and uncrossing twisted legs in an effort to look more natural and relaxed. Prince Barone opened the door and addressed the two ladies. "Sorry about that. It looks like the wheel has been damaged, we've called for another carriage to take us straight back to the castle. Everything okay with you two?" The pair of ladies gave happy, albeit a bit strained, replies of agreement. On truth, they were not quite as alright as they made it out to be. Sonya's bladder ached and swelled with need as she tried to maintain posture and appearance. Cecilia was bloated beyond compare, her undergarments straining to keep her bulging gargantuan piss tank contained. * * * While the three waited for their replacement carriage to take them back to the castle, they sat down for a small lunch. Some nicely prepared sandwiches and snacks were enjoyed, along with plenty of fluids to hydrate on the warm Summer's afternoon. 5 liters were offered to Cecilia and Sonya, which were graciously consumed. The pair eyed each other up knowing each other's predicament. They were able to notice each other's restrained squirms and slight aches and moans that they could barely conceal as they shifted themselves trying to find a shred of relief. Soon their relief transportation arrived, a smaller carriage, where all three of the travelers had to squish together to fit on the single seat, rubbing together, daring not to make movement that would suggest a desperate need to use the chamberpot: Sonya out of shame, and Cecilia out of Barone's request not to reveal their little game. The ride was hardly comfortable for the two bursting girls, but they luckily made it back to the castle with dry undergarments and their bladders bursting just the same. Just in time for supper, no less. Another great feast was had with plenty of meat, bread, and the tastiest beer and wine. Of which Cecilia and Sonya each drank a respectable 8 liters. They may have had bladders of steel, but they weren't immune to the effect of alcohol. Their heads spun and their kidneys worked overtime with the delicious and intoxicating effects of alcohol. Sonya was worse for wear from the beverages, and retired early for the evening. She strained to get herself into her nightgown which was now beyond tight on her body. Her being inebriated made it even harder. Eventually she cursed and gave up, slumping into bed completely nude clutching her groin as she went out cold. Cecilia was still coherent despite clearly being drunk. As the night progressed after the feast her poor abdomen bloated even further to the point where her undergarments were ruined, not from any leakage, but to the point of being stretched where they could no longer be worn normally. Before retiring to bed in the late evening she met with Prince Barone. “M-my prince, how much longer will you have me hold my bladder? It’s been more than one hundred hours since I last relieved myself, surely my bladder should be the biggest and most capacious of anyone in the kingdom!” Cecilia had a point, she had been holding for more than four days at this point. The Prince was more than impressed with Cecilia’s holding ability and would be elated to make her his bride. However Barone was hard pressed to see just what Cecilia’s limit could be. Perhaps she could hold for days? Weeks? …Months?!? Luckily Cecilia was under his control so he would get to see the exact moment Cecilia’s bladder would burst. He was certainly enjoying himself. “I’m sorry Cecilia, I have to be absolutely sure. You have done well, but you must hold your piss until I am satisfied with your ability to hold.” Prince Barone said softly, whisping a soft kiss on Cecilia’s cheek. Cecilia was beside herself with the pressure and strain holding such a gargantuan bladder placed on her body, but it would be completely worth it to be the bride of Prince Barone. She was smitten with his looks and personality. And of course, the idea of being royalty would allure anyone in the kingdom to the lap of luxury that comes with the title. Cecilia nodded through gritted teeth before the pair wished each other goodnight. In her room, Cecilia began to undress after a long day. She exhaled a deep breath as she pulled down her leggings after undoing her modest Summertime dress. Her bloated urine-filled belly immediately ballooned out and sloshed with ferocity. Cecilia looked down and cradled her bladder bulge that dwarfed her large breasts. She couldn’t even see her feet anymore looking down from a standing position. She could relax just a little bit now being nude and free from the restraints of clothing. All this effort it takes lugging her bulging burden exhausted her, and she quickly unwound into a deep sleep, clutching her nethers as she dozed off into dreams of piss. However, she imagined being spooned by Prince Barone, caressing her body and her bladder bulge (while she was actually caressing herself) and was a bit more at peace as she wriggled and squirmed herself to sleep. * * * (This part contains lactation denial. Reader discretion is advised.) Outside the castle, in the pitch black field, the royal stable still had it's lights on. In there was Mary, in a large stable for herself, with plenty of hay, food and water. Mary was clutching herself, groaning and mooing softly. As per the Prince's request, he was to supervise Mary's outings into the field as well as milk her, neither of which had occurred since the Prince took ownership of her. Mary had simply slipped the Prince's mind with everything going on in the castle as of late. Mary cooed as she reached her crotch around her swollen udders and massaged her nethers. Her udders were bulging with milk and exhibited pressure on Mary as her dairy bag weighed on her below her stomach and on top of a bulging, needing bladder. As Sonya said, Mary was a productive cow, so she was quick to needing to be milked. In fact, if she were to be milked any less than three times a day she would start to feel uncomfortable. And now, she was two days into her stay and had yet to be milked once. She hadn't even released her bladder since arriving at the castle, feeling far too uncomfortable to urinate in her own stable, and looked all day longingly at the wide open field as her bladder ached and her urethra pulsed with need. (Where is my master?...) Mary thought to herself. (I need to be milked so badly... And I need to wee as well... Oooooh~...) Mary mooed softly as she had no choice but to retreat to a comfortable haypile to get some rest, fidgeting and holding herself and massaging her udders with the anticipation of a long milking and a well needed pee under the supervision of her master.
  11. Hey all! Couple things!

    First and foremost, apologies for slow updates. Health issues coming hard and fast and it kills motivation to write but I'm slowly and surely still cooking!

    I got a date for my chemo starting the beginning of next month. I'll try to grind out some stuff before I get admitted and fingers crossed I can do some light work during my treatment.

    On a similar note, I'm learning to draw! Mostly simple stuff for now but I'm happy how it's turning out and if I build a bit more confidence I might post some drawings here 👀

    In any case, love ya all, and hope to see you all soon!

    -Orion

    1. Tentacool

      Keep your chin up, buddy! I'm rooting for you 💖

    2. Binu

      praying for you to become a great drawer ❤️❤️
      peace n luv

  12. If Mission Control is anything like Human Resources, then yes. It's a toxic atmosphere ba dum tsss
  13. You can just make something up if that works. I think it'd be fun to make her a bit of a short stack, as well!
  14. Very nice! Definitely a good start. I had an interesting thought of a female streamer like on Twitch, where her audience would not let her use the bathroom and she has to comply. She gradually gets more and more desperate as she begins begging them to let her go. Let me know what you think!
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