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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!
  15. Definitely a very sex-forward kind of story idea, but nonetheless interesting! I'm interested in where it goes. Id also create a character like Poizen but my drawing skills aren't the best, lol.
  16. That Minecraft hyperfixation when you're supposed to be writing be hitting different

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  17. Character Text Colors: Almost a year has gone by since Prince Barone announced his quest for a wife, and he had not found a woman that could hold for as long as he wished. The attractive prince certainly had plenty of pursuers in the kingdom, everything from noble women and their daughters to peasants and the daughters of famous merchants to even nuns willing to revoke their oath to Christianity for the chance at the Prince’s love. None of them were able to hold the 100 hours the Prince had required of them. The farthest any of the female candidates could muster was a little over a day at 30 hours. Certainly beyond respectable for any normal person, but the Prince simply wasn’t satisfied. Most of those offering their love to him could barely last it through the day. Granted, all of the women that came forward to him certainly did their best; Prince Barone got to see some truly desperate women as they hung on as long as they could even with their relatively meager bladders. The Prince sighed in his quarters, looking wistfully out his window at the setting sun, wondering if anyone out there in the kingdom was capable of fulfilling the role as his wife and princess. Perhaps he should tone down his requirement, make it 50 hours, instead? He recalled the servant girls that routinely clutched their bursting, pulsing, sloshing bladders with days of piss. He could make one of them his wife, but still the Prince did not want to settle. He felt that the only woman he could truly love was one absolutely pregnant for days, if not weeks, with a burden of boiling, frothing piss inside. A knock came on the door to his bedchamber. “Yes, come in.” “My Prince, you have a visitor.” A servant girl peeked into his room. It was the same one that he had hold for three agonizing days for using his chamberpot. Barone eventually came to know her as Amelia. “Who is it, Amelia?” Amelia presented herself. As was the norm at this point, Amelia had a hardy, noticeable bulge in her belly. The situation with the servant girls had not been addressed, even a whole year later. It’s clear Amelia was still under its effect, as she shivered and squirmed and lightly bobbed her legs after holding her urine perhaps all day. “It’s a maiden, wishing for your attention with the hopes to be your wife.” Amelia stated with a bit of a shiver in her voice. Her eyes eyed the empty chamberpot in Barone’s privy, just past the open door, looking enviously upon it as her bladder pulsed with urgency and need. The prince perked up. It was rather late to be taking visitors, but the hope that this could be the one to be encouraged him to investigate. “I’ll be right down.” * * * The light of dusk glowed through the windows of the castle’s main hall, where Prince Barone could see a woman waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs. Her smooth peachy-pale skin glowed with the light of the setting sun. She was short, no more than five feet and two inches, and she had a bit of weight she carried well around her midsection, as well as her large bosom, thick thighs, and curvy behind. She wore a simple but attractive dress and tights, perfectly formed around her figure, with her dirty blonde hair flowing in soft curves. The prince found her to be rather cute in appearance, enamored by her looks upon first impression. However, he had his own unique standards she would have to achieve in order to win his love. “Welcome to the castle, I hear you called for me?” “My prince, it is so good to finally speak to you, I have waited eagerly for the past year for our meeting. My name is Cecilia.” She bowed to the prince. “It is lovely to meet you, Cecilia. I hear you have come to try to win my love and be made my bride?” “Ohh yes my prince. I find you simply dashing and charming when I see you out in public, and I will do whatever you wish to earn the right to be your bride.” Cecilia flirtatiously began squeezing her breasts together between her arms. The prince caught himself eyeing up her squished mammaries, and even felt a slight erection perk in his trousers. “I’m sure you know it will take more than a little flirting to persuade me.” The Prince crossed his arms. “Oh, of course. I’ve heard rumors about what you wish to find in the woman that have already come to you. I assure you I am ready.” She gave a playful little wink. “I see. Word had to travel eventually. What makes you think you are better prepared than the other woman who has come vying for the place as my bride?” “My prince, I would have come as soon as you announced your quest. However I wanted to be sure I was ready. I had a large bladder to begin with a year ago, it was something I was most proud of and enjoyed. However, I have spent the past year making sure my bladder and I we’re ready to meet your demands.” Cecilia said proudly. Prince Barone’s interest was piqued to the fullest extent possible. Finally, had he found someone who would fulfill his dream of a massive-bladdered wife to be his princess, and eventually his queen? “Hahaha, I see the rumors you’ve heard are rather accurate. I admire your commitment and I rather fancy you, I do hope your claims of a large bladder hold up.” “Of course my prince! In fact, I’m happy to report I had not felt relief since waking up this morning, and I barely even feel the least bit of pressure in my bladder.” “That is good to hear, Cecilia. Come, it is getting late, let me show you to your chamber where you will rest for your stay here while I judge you.” * * * Cecilia and Barone conversed further, idle talk to get to know each other. Cecilia was the daughter of a successful tailor in the kingdom, and she was taught as a seamstress in her father’s business, making beautiful dresses for nobles and cheap yet good clothing for the farmers and working-women of the kingdom. She found it rather enjoyable, and would spend all day and even nights working on her craft. This is where her large bladder came in handy, as she worked for hours and hours without the thought of a relieving piss, and sometimes being so exhausted from a day’s work that she would collapse into bed with a ragingly full bulging bladder in her abdomen that would not leak a single drop until the morning after, perhaps even longer. Prince Barone was impressed with her account, but was far more interested in her actions rather than her words. The prince showed Cecilia her plain but serviceable room she would be staying in for the duration of her test. It was just down the hall from the Prince’s bedchamber. The room had its own chamberpot, but the Prince had it removed for obvious reasons. “You should be all set. Be sure to get plenty of rest, as the true nature of your test would begin the next day. Speaking of which, I have a little present for you before you go to sleep.” A servant girl quickly caught up to the Prince with a large jug of water, equalling five liters of clear, cool liquid. “Your very first task is to drink this jug in its entirety before you rest.” Cecilia looked upon the large, heavy jug. Five liters was certainly more than she was used to drinking, but she knew if she wanted to win the prince’s love she would have to get serious. “Yes, my prince!” Cecilia took the heavy jug and immediately took large chugs out of it. She could feel the cool water hit her stomach and quickly fill it up. She took some breaks to catch her breath, while Barone casually observed her slurp up her tasked liquid. A few minutes and five liters later, Cecilia pulled the empty jug away with a huge sigh, her abdomen already distended from just the water in her belly. “Well done Cecilia. I have high hopes for you, I do hope you don’t disappoint.” “I will not, my Prince, I’ll hold for as long as you possibly wish me to. You are the master of my bladder, and I will not release its contents until I get your permission.” “That is what I love to hear. Goodnight, sweet Cecilia!” “Goodnight, Prince!” * * * The sun shone on the great kingdom once again; the next morning had arrived. Prince Barone was eager to check in on his newest subject, as he opened the door to Cecilia’s chamber to greet her. There he found a naked Cecilia, getting ready for a bath. “EEK!” Cecilia tried to cover herself with a cloth towel. “Oh dear! My apologies!” Barone covered his eyes to avert seeing Cecilia in the nude. “Oh! It’s you my prince! Forgive me, I didn't mean to yell.” “No, I’m sorry for forgetting to knock. I was just eager to know how you slept and how you were doing.” “Hehehe~. That’s very thoughtful of you. You don’t need to cover your eyes, I don’t mind if it’s you.” The prince lowered his hand to find Cecilia’s curvy form dipping her toes in a preheated bath. Her behind and thighs looked voluptuous and smooth, with a small chubby tummy and large breasts with appointed nipples greeting Barone’s vision. His pelvic member stiffened at the sight. “Ahhhhhhh…” Cecilia sighed as she lowered herself into the warm bath. “How did you sleep last night?” “Very well! These royal beds are so soft and luxurious. Even the sheets and blankets felt heavenly on my nude body.” “You sleep in the nude?” “Yes! Especially during the summer. I enjoy the feeling of being nude. It’s freeing and exhilarating. When my father would leave to do errands I would walk around the home nude enjoying the freedom of it. The summer sun feels warm and cozy on a nude body, as does the crisp, refreshing breeze in the spring or fall.” Cecilia began washing herself with a washcloth. “How very interesting. If you are to be made my bride, I’ll be sure to give you time in the courtyard for you to frolic in the nude should you wish.” “Ooooh! That sounds lovely!” “How is the state of your bladder, Cecilia?” She shrugged. “About the same, the water from last night certainly makes it feel heavier and fuller, but I don’t feel a pressing need to go just yet, although I’m sure that will change soon.” “I’m sure it will. When you are finished bathing, we will have a great breakfast for you, so don’t wait too long!” “Mhm!” * * * Breakfast came and went, with plenty of food and drink for the inhabitants of the castle, and in particular plenty of drink for Cecilia. She drank 2 liters of fresh apple juice from the royal orchard, and 4 liters of fresh, cool milk. Milk was a specialty of the kingdom, it was some of the smoothest, most refreshing milk around, coming from happy, grass fed cows that produced plenty of milk. And Cecilia loved milk! Prince Barone observed his subject carefully, looking for signs of desperation or fullness in her bladder. He noted a bit of bloating just after breakfast, but the lack of any sign of discomfort showed there was no urge bothering her yet. * * * Lunch arrived soon after, with plenty more food and drink to consume. Cecilia had a further 2 liters of Milk as well as 5 liters of water as the castle began to warm up from the afternoon summer sun. Cecilia was certainly filling up, as her kidneys worked overtime to pump all those liquids down into her bladder which got fuller by the minute. Those kidneys would hardly have a break when the bell for supper came around. Plenty more food to eat and drinks to filter into her piss tank, starting with a full liter of light beer, another kingdom specialty. A liter of beer would make anyone drunk into a stupor, but Cecilia certainly wasn't a lightweight, and only got a bit tipsy as she chugged her last mug. Even so, Cecilia had another 4 liters of water and 3 liters of cider to drink. All these drinks seemed like a poor idea for one looking to hold as long as possible, but Prince Barone made it a point to Cecilia to accept a drink every time she was offered one: by himself or someone else. Finally, the sun set on the first day in the castle for Cecilia. Her bladder began to ache slightly from over 40 hours of piss as her belly bloated a bit from the mass of water she was carrying. "How goes the state of your bladder, Cecilia?" "I won't lie, my prince, I definitely feel a bit of pressure down there, but it is an urge I can easily pay no mind to, I assure you!" "I see, I do hope it does not get much worse. I will see you tomorrow!" And with that, Cecilia was left to go to sleep in her chamber. Her bladder weighed on her mind slightly as she took an extra minute to drift to sleep. * * * The next day went much the same as the first, with equal amounts of drinking and eating for Cecilia and her bladder to endure. By the end of lunch she had consumed 12 liters worth of milk, water, and juice to be filtered in her bladder that had begun to nudge farther and farther into the waistband of her tights. Cecilia could feel the pressure in her bladder begin to mount into a consistent urge she had to keep at bay. It wasn’t urgent by any means, but it was making itself present, surely. If she could judge, it was perhaps a solid 4 out of 10 on her scale of desperation, perhaps barely a 5. Prince Barone watched Cecilia consume her meals with great interest. He noticed the very slight shifts and squirms Cecilia made in order to be as comfortable as she could. He was enjoying the show, and there would be a lot more where that came from, as long as Cecilia could hold on. * * * Dusk was approaching the castle, when an escort of carriages appeared. The Prince and Cecilia both went out to investigate. The prince recognized it almost immediately. It was the carriage of her darling cousin Sonya! “Sonya! How nice it is to see you! What do I owe the pleasure of this sudden arrival to?” “Richard! It is good to see you as well!” Sonya engaged her cousin in a big hug. “I just had to get out of the freezing cold in the North Kingdoms where I live, it was driving me crazy!” “Even in the Summer, it’s still frigid up there?” “You don’t know the half of it! I needed to get out of the house and somewhere a bit more temperate. I’m sure you mind if I take a little vacation here? The summer weather certainly is better!” “Of course Sonya! I would be glad to have you! I will have a chamber made straight away.” “Oh! Before that, I have a gift for you!” Sonya gestured to a large enclosed cart that you would use for transporting cattle long distances in her small escort. “Come out Mary!” A few seconds passed, and then, a bovine head peeked from around the cart. “Moo?” “Come on! Don’t be shy!” A cow? Sonya brought the Prince a cow, something the kingdom has plenty of? That’s quite odd. But this was no ordinary cow. The bovine creature slowly revealed itself to the Prince and Cecilia. This cow was standing on its hind legs, and had a figure similar to that of a human woman! This anthropomorphic cow had hooves on its hind feet, but human hands. Her fur was a lovely pattern of light browns and whites. Her face was not quite that of a cow nor a human, but a mix of both. Her snout was smaller and eyes were straight on, much more like that of a human’s, and glowed a brilliant shining blue. Her head was adorned with long, flowing, slightly frilly brown hair and small horns with large cow ears from the sides of her head. This cow had very large breasts, compared to Cecilia’s there were perhaps close to double in size and weight, and she had a chubby tummy along with it as well, accentuating a relatively more modest but still appreciable rump with cute white specks of fur, and of course, a long tail with a bit of brown fuzz at the end. Now, most notably was that on her chubby belly, just below her belly button, was a set of massive udders that sloshed with long nipples swaying and bobbing up and down as she strode. All in all, this cow creature was definitely something the Prince had never seen anything like, but he did find her quite adorable. “Moo!” The cow mooed happily. “Sonya, what kind of cow is this? I’ve never seen anything quite like it before!” “This is Mary! We found her on our way here. Poor thing was lost and scared, I couldn’t just leave her, in the freezing cold, no less! I was hoping that maybe you could house her in your stables, and have a rather interesting and unique cattle in your stable?” Prince Barone thought for a moment. “How different is she from our other cattle?” “I can’t imagine too much different. Mary has a fondness for eating grass just like other cows. She’s very loyal, she’ll stick closer to you than your own shadow… Oh, and she does need to be milked. Quite often too, actually.” Barone looked upon Mary. He found her cute and charming, and the sound of an anthropomorphic cow in his stable certainly would be interesting. “Sure, I’ll take Mary, she is quite a cutie.” “You hear that Mary? Richard is your new master now!” “Moo! Moo!” Mary mooed excitedly, wagging her tail back and forth. “I’ll have one of the milkmaids guide her to her stable, now come Sonya, it’ll be dark soon!” “Right!” Sonya turned to Mary. “You be good now and do as your Master says, alright?” Mary nodded in understanding and waited patiently to be guided. “Moomoo!” Sonya followed Prince Barone and Cecilia back inside to be shown to her room. * * * Sonya had just wished her cousin goodnight before closing the door to her bedchamber. Her bedchamber was slightly more fancy that Cecilia’s with a larger window and more space, and most importantly, a separate privy. This was especially important to Sonya as she had just finished a journey lasting nearly three whole days. During this time she slept in her carriage as there were very few towns along the way to the kingdom. Her escort would simply find a place to stop and set up camp for the night. The men in her escort would have no shame in peeing in a bush after a long day of travel. Sonya on the other hand, would die of embarrassment should she be caught squatting over dirty ground rather than in a clean chamberpot. So, she chose to hold her waters the entire trip. Three days later now, and she was quite busting for a trip to the privy. She sighed in apprehension for the relief that she would experience, hand on the door to open the privy to a clean, empty, chamberpot. Yet, the door would not budge. She tried with a bit more force, still no use. She tried jiggling the door a little, but nothing would work. Sonya couldn’t believe her luck. After so long, she was stuck in the only bedchamber with a jammed privy, with no access to a chamberpot! A pang from her bladder shot through her neurons as she clutched her opening through her modest floral skirt. Still, as badly as she had to go and as much as she was holding, she didn’t feel an extreme urge to relieve herself. Sonya felt that an opportunity would soon come to have access to another chamberpot. Sonya could simply report her privy being jammed to a servant girl, or even the Prince himself and get it arranged. However, much like the embarrassment she would feel peeing in the open, Sonya was mortified of discussing her privy affairs with others. She wasn't of royal blood like her cousin, but she was raised to be a lady, and ladies don’t discuss issues regarding her urinary system with others. It would just simply save her a lot of shame to just hold it and wait for an opportunity to come later. Sonya changed into her bed attire and crawled into bed, tossing and turning slightly due to the burden she carried in her abdomen. Not far from her, a nude Cecilia was stirring in a similar fashion as her bladder began to swell and fill more and more with warm piss.
  18. Hey all! This is a story I thought up kinda on the fly. After posting a very explostive, story driven chapter in "The Green Dam and the Water Golem", I wanted to write something a little shorter, easier and more fun that I kinda spitball together and update occasionally. It'll serve as a nice break after the struggle I've been having recently! This story is loosely inspired by "The Never Pee Land", a great story about extreme desperation in an interesting setting. The story features male desperation, which isn't my cup of tea, but I thought it was a great story nonetheless. I wanted to write a story with a similar premise but with female desperation, and this is what I came up with! I hope you enjoy the read and feel free to provide some feedback! I always love reading your guy's comments! Now, on with the show! Character text colors: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A long time ago in a land far away… A small kingdom lived during the dawn of the middle ages. This kingdom is one not of great power, but of great peace. A kingdom based on the values of neutrality, equality, and love of its people. A truly respectable nation indeed, where even during a time where wars raged and power struggled to find a solid head, this kingdom swore to peace and neutrality. Royalty during this time was expected to seek and gain land and power, alliances and rivalries formed and broke, resulting in the tumultuous and poorly documented span of time we've come to know as the dark ages. Many of the alliances between nations, ill-fated or otherwise, were the result of political marriages between royalty. Kings marrying queens, heirs marrying heirs, nations being married to each other solely on the basis of a single marriage between their royals. However, this little peaceful kingdom was different. Founded on the belief of neutrality, this small kingdom refused to aggravate nor alliance with its neighbors. This included the infamous political marriage. Thus, the royals of our fair kingdom always married those within their borders, based on love and compatibility, rather than on political advantages and strategy. Yes, the king always married a woman of his dreams, to which his heir would do the same as a prince, wed to a woman that would eventually become a princess and eventually a queen as the prince gained the throne from his father when he was deemed unfit to rule due to age or illness. Thus the cycle continued happily and steadily for generations as the bloodline grew rich and famed as a stable, peace-loving, egalitarian royal family. * * * One fateful day, the king of our story, King Henry Juelas IV, addresses his lone son of 21 years, Prince Richard Barone III, with a lecture all kings of the kingdom eventually give their sons. "Richard. You are now a young lad that I am proud to have as my son, and as my heir." "Father, thank you. Everything I have learned is a result of your fair rule and lessons you passed down to me." Barone knelt on one knee. "Yes, however God has made us mortal, our flesh and bones will eventually rot and my mind will not be as sound as it is now as a ruler. Eventually I must step down and you must take my place." "Of course father. I would be honored to take your position when the time comes." "And, every king needs a queen to stand beside him, to love him, to relax him, and to provide an heir to our faithful bloodline." "Yes, father." "You will find yourself a loving woman to be made your wife, and eventually, your queen. You may choose whoever you wish, with whatever method you wish, as long as you love her and she loves you. Only then your love will prosper, and your marriage be revered, and fruitful, along with your rule." "Of course, father. I will get to work at once to find my perfect woman to be made at once. I'll be off!" Barone sped out of the throne room, eager to find a woman fit for him. Prince Barone had been waiting for this moment to come for years. Given approval to find his beloved had been something he'd dreamed about for years, and now he can make his fantasies come true. Prince Barone was a handsome, sharp, fit royal from his studies and athletics that many women regarded him as the most charming Prince the royal bloodline has seen yet. He was a natural hit with the ladies, and many of them would do anything to be made his princess. Prince Barone had one quirk about him, however. He very much enjoyed the appearance and behavior of a very full bladder. Even as a young man his servant girls and maids worked tirelessly with very few breaks, leading them to hold very full, bulging bladders in their skirts. He would often hear them whine and complain of failing to find relief for hours, if not days. He would regularly catch them squatting in corners and on the royal lawn, finally giving into their desperate need, begging the prince not to spill the beans to his father, all the while still pissing gushers, unable to stem the flow. The plight of the service girls is a result of only a single chamberpot in their dorms. Two dozen girls would only have a short time during their breaks to relieve themselves, and when they came, a line formed full of desperate, squirming, bulging-bladdered girls. And the chamberpot could only hold so much piss, only a few girls were able to have the privilege to relieve themselves before it was filled to the brim with urine, and was unable to hold any more desperately needed pees until it could be emptied. The royals the girls served would be more than understanding enough to provide a solution, but the situation would be so embarrassing none of them were willing to speak up. * * * Barone’s most enjoyable experience was catching a particularly beautiful servant girl using his chamberpot, thinking that he had gone out for a long time. She begged him not to report this incident and have her dismissed, and the Prince did no such thing, on the condition that she hold her piss for him. Three full days passed without passing her waters, all while having to complete her duties and stay hydrated. By the end of the third day the poor girl was begging the prince for relief, with claims that she would explode any moment and with her bladder bloated like that of a pregnant woman on the verge of going into labor. The night of the third day, the Prince called the servant girl to his quarters. She stood there, clutching her nethers, legs twisted in a knot, with a throbbing, bulging, sloshing bladder full of her waters. “My prince… I am at my limit! I simply cannot hold a minute longer, I have been pushing my poor peehole back with my hands to avoid soiling my dress. I feel my poor urethra full of hot piss and my bladder… my bladder is so full and bloated… I’ve never felt such pressure in my life… Please, your highness, let me take a much needed pee…” “You poor servant girl. You have done well to hold such a vast amount for such a long time. While I would be lying in saying I did not enjoy your struggle, I believe your restitution is complete for using my personal chamberpot. You may relieve your burden of urine. I am even letting you use my personal privy that you have originally committed your grievance.” The servant girl didn’t need to listen any longer, she bolted to the Prince’s privy and painfully went through the process of undoing her uniform, hopping from foot to foot in desperate fervor, while the prince watched in the privy doorway. Finally, the poor servant girl was able to tear down her undergarments and slammed her curvy hindquarters on the chamberpot rim. She immediately started a waterfall of piss that echoed violently in the pot, while she moaned and lolled her tongue out at the immense relief she felt after forgoing the restroom for three entire days. Her massive bladder bulge deflated slowly as she urinated, still with the force of a rapid river, as she clearly enjoyed her relief. After several minutes of non-stop pissing, the servant girl finally relented her stream as it slowed to a trickle to eventually just a few drops. With a loud sigh of relief, she stood up, her butt imprinted with the rim on the chamberpot from such a long piss. The chamberpot was completely full from being empty just minutes before, a light yellow ocean of urine rippling in the container. The servant girl’s behind was speckled with the backsplash of her torrential relief, as the prince handed her some paper to dry herself. “Thank you my prince… I am truly grateful for you to let me be relieved, and to let me off from my misjudgement.” “You are very welcome. You have done well to hold on for so long. Now, do not let me catch you again using my personal privy or I will make you forgo relief for six days instead.” Barone lied, he would love the servant girl to defy him so he could enact an ultimatum to have her hold for even longer, seeing what kind of bladder bulge and capacity she was capable of. “Of course, my prince, I will never do it again, I bid you farewell!” And with that, she was on her way. * * * The prince’s enjoyment of a woman’s bulging, desperate bladder was not limited to his servant’s. He wishes for his bride to have the biggest, most capacious, most bulging bladder of the kingdom. In fact, it would be his main requirement for a wife. He sped quickly to his quarters to prepare an announcement to the kingdom that he was looking for a wife to be made his princess. The primary requirement? The woman to be made his bride must hold her waters for no less than 100 hours, while drinking what is demanded of her. To be continued. 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  19. These stories are very unique and I almost feel as if I'm learning little bits of mythology from them so I'm always eager for more!
  20. Good luck! Interested to see how tight of a "seal" the tape will create. If you're looking for more discomfort, perhaps down the line try wearing a belt or very tight jeans or the like. Remember to stay hydrated!
  21. Hooooooooly Shit. It's been awhile hasn't it? A lot has been happening recently in my life but it feels really good to be back! Now, this chapter has been in the mill ever sine chapter 2 was finished, but has been rewritten 3 times. My indecisive ass sometimes gets the better of me. But I'm glad to be moving along in the story, trust me, I have a ton planned from this point forward, so stay tuned! And I would very, very much appreciate sharing this piece to more hyper desperation enthusiasts or just people who might be interested in the story, getting more hype gives me more motivation! I'll try to be a bit more timely with further entries... Thanks again! And without further ado... Chapter 3 The huge gates of Arasootas creaked to a halt, now in their fully open position. Caelus, as directed by her escort, began to walk forward. Even the act of walking was beyond tortuous compared to the bumpy road and forest floor her carriage took her on. Each step forced her to knee her own bladder, as it sloshed up and down, her ball-shaped abdomen bouncing like a rubber ball on the ground. Caelus could thank the gods to be born a goblin, as her stretchy skin perhaps had saved her from literally exploding… for now. Even so, she could only be so grateful, and went back to cursing them for giving her this immense burden for seemingly no reason other than to see her suffer. Her only hope was the royal court somehow granting her asylum and relief, she remained hopeful, but extremely desperate for relief. Caelus wished she didn’t have to move, or at the very least, could shuffle, waddle, or inch her way little by little to the castle, which she could see in all its magnificence just by looking up. It was nested on a hill, with rich nobility and clergy developments surrounding its base. It is truly a castle worth its salt, but Caelus’ main concern is how far away. The guards in the escort seemed to have little care for her condition, and urged her to keep pace so as to not waste the time of the royal court who was waiting for her. At one point a guard even used the back side of his spear to spank Caelus’ rump in order to get her moving. It was by no means a hard one, but the impact sent motions and sensations throughout her body and her bladder. The act also reminded her of her escapades in goblin heat, where she would use her toys or get one of her men to wail on her ass until it was a bright red, being a pleasurable kink for the goblin queen, among other things. The walk through Arasootas began to draw considerable attention as the escort walked in the denser parts of town on the main road. Soon, people were lined up on the sides of the street, seeing the royal guards escort Caelus just as Caelus was escorting a great burden of her own. The townspeople began to gossip and murmur about what the presence of the goblin is doing here in the capital. Although it didn’t take long to find out what the issue was. Caelus’ humongous bladder bulge was impossible to miss, and her strained face and posture showed the immense pressure she was experiencing. The town began to gossip more, and eventually turned to snickering and giggling, as more and more of the capital heard what was going on and more began to join the path to see the goblin queen and have a laugh themselves. Eventually as they neared the castle district, the crowd grew from their own conversations and began to jeer and taunt the poor queen. Some swished large barrels of water and ale which Caelus could clearly hear, some, most notably girls, began to mock her by claiming to need to pee so bad they are bursting at the seams, and children even began to take melons from local markets and stuff them up their tunics and gowns pretending to have bulges of their own. Caelus was beyond mortified by all the attention, the entire capital must be here to watch her slowly and painfully trot up towards the castle. All the eyes were only making the pain and pressure in her bladder worse, as each joke and stare felt like daggers and sticks poking straight into her bloated behemoth of a bladder. Fortunately for Caelus, the escort reached the exclusive upper class district near the castle, where the nobility and clergyman within them had much better things to do than jeer at Caelus. An occasional glance or stare was witnessed by those passing by, but it was a great improvement from previous. Finally, after over an hour of walking, the escort reached the castle. Caelus was exhausted. The long walk was only exacerbated hundreds-fold by the weight in her abdomen, acting as a double of herself, constantly bobbing up and down and boiling with an ocean of piss. As much as she wanted to relieve herself as soon as possible, she also wanted to just lay down and rest. The escort approached the castle gates, and one had a brief conversation with the guard stationed inside, and opened the gate to let them in, and past a courtyard to enter the castle itself. There, the escort relieved themselves of their duties, and handed off Caelus and Paiko to the superior royal castle guards. They were led once again down a large elaborate corridor and finally into the royal court. A beautiful room, with chandeliers sparkling like diamonds, ornate woodwork on pillars supporting the ceiling of a piece where an Aragoza royal was conquering his enemies (very tasteful), as light from the tall, clear windows bathed the court in a natural glow. Off to the left of the court was a number of dignitaries of various race and class, all sitting like a jury waiting for a hearing. They talked amongst themselves and only a few even acknowledged the goblin’s entrance. They were motioned by an older elf with long, stringy white hair to take a seat in front of the large throne, which sat empty. Caelus scanned the various members in this “jury”. They were a mix of royal advisors and representatives of the various races assimilated into Aragoza. Dwarves, elves, a dragonborne, and even a gnome were amongst this group, and each had one or two assistants of dignitaries with them. One member that stood out among them. A human woman, or at least looks human, and horns on her head peeking out from black hair with streaks of blue that cascaded down past her shoulders and to her knees, which themselves were covered by fish-net stockings. The rest of her attire could only be described as risque, as a one-piece set used commonly for undergarments was all she wore, exposing her hips and behind much like a skimpy thong would, along with black leather straps around her ample bosom that strapped around her neck. Caelus also noticed this lady also had a bulge in her abdomen covered by the skimpy skin-tight fabric, nothing as large as the queen’s of course, but still remarkable as anyone with a bladder in that state would be beyond desperate for relief. Yet, the lady didn’t so much as even cross or press her legs together to show a sign of desperation. She caught Caelus staring at her and shot her a mischievous glare and a smirk to accompany it. A chill ran down Caelus’ spine as she looked down and away, and into the mass of flesh that was her bloated belly. Then, a group of maidens hastily walked in, clad in royal servant outfits, with an out of breath royal guard. "Ahem. Presenting your royal highness of Aragoza, Queen Ethel!" The royal court all rose to their feet and applauded the arrival of the queen. Caelus uneasily rose and clapped with them, the weight of her monstrous organ weighing down on her sphincter. Queen Ethel strode in the court, without the grace and beauty of a typical queen. The queen stomped quickly past her servant girls and impatiently took her seat on her throne, not even acknowledging her welcome. The human queen had skin of dark ebony tone, with angled piercing hazel eyes. Her frame seemed a bit bulkier than any ordinary royalty, it was clear she applied the same regiments to herself that she would to her army. Nevertheless, she was still on the shorter side, although no doubt still able to look down upon Caelus’ physically and metaphorically. Her royal attire was not one typical of royalty: she looked much more like a military general. She wore a chestplate made of solid gold, a treasure worthy of nabbing in the eyes of any goblin. Her tunic was ornate, draped in fine silk and designed with equal parts elegance and authority in mind. Her legs were clad in dark silk tights and combat boots more fit for an Aragoza soldier than the heels of royalty. Human nobles, let alone queens, generally had long, flowing hair; goblin royalty tended to mimic this trait, as bright, lengthy hair is a sign of good strength and beauty, even for goblins. Queen Ethel was different. She has something not dissimilar to a style a soldier might adorn. Her sides were practically cut to the skin, and the only fullness that was apparent was on top of her head which had light curls of her jet black hair. Her head was accentuated with a modest but no less opulent tiara, which seemed a tad crooked even to Caelus’ eye, perhaps in the queen's haste to prepare for the meeting. “Let the meeting begin.” Ethel said harshly, clearly short on patience. She draped one of her legs over the other casually as she pulled out her chestplate and handed it to a maiden. Caelus opened her mouth to speak, but was brutally cut off as a member of Ethel’s jury stood and spoke. “Your highness. I regret to report that the canal’s of Aragoza are starting to dry up even more than we had anticipated. Our prediction that our rivers will last until the next month seem more and more optimistic. Recent estimates suggest that there will not be enough fresh water for the citizens of Arasootas by the end of next week.” Caelus groaned. Surely her predicament should precede any interior affairs! Caelus felt disrespected, but dared not to raise her voice. And about water troubles, no less. Caelus squirmed in her seat at the mere mention of the clear liquid, making her tens- no, hundreds of times more aware of her bladder’s bursting burden as it throbbed nearly every second. Queen Ethel seemed just about as annoyed at the news. She shifted her legs again. “Ugh… Not this again. I had really hoped we’d receive some decent rain by now. Can we consider importing fresh snow from the peaks around the Village of the Dragonborne?” Ethel once again adjusted her posture, clearly feeling some form of discomfort. Hmmm, odd. A dragonborne member rose from the stand. “We’re willing to do all that we can, but I’m afraid the frost of last winter was not very good. We’re unsure how much we will be willing to provide.” Caelus never had seen a dragon-kind so well spoken, they all seemed like scaly brutes, but she supposed he was in the Queen’s cabinet for a reason. Nevertheless, the conversation pestered Caelus’ bladder continuously, her bladder aching and pushing down on a hole that refused to open, the pressure enough to drive her crazy, yet she stayed vigilant. As much as she could, at least. The affairs dragged on for another hour, an agonizing amount of time as Caelus desperately wanted to, and considered, shouting out her desperate condition as she felt she was far more entitled to the attention than issues regarding taxes, infrastructure improvements, trading tariffs, and land grievances. Yet, despite her wishes, she remained in control of herself and her emotions. She was a queen after all, even if it was the queen of goblins. Caelus just focused her attention on the Queen, and tried (and failed) to sit still as her bladder sent pulses and shivers through her entire body as her monstrous organ in her swollen abdomen could not be tamed. However, she was able to keep her mind somewhat off the matter as she noticed the deteriorating comfort of Queen Ethel. The original discomfort she felt seemed to grow more and more persistent as she crossed her legs, to tapping her toes, to pressing her legs together, to squirming altogether. It doesn’t take a genius, much less a goblin, to realize that Queen Ethel has become more and more desperate for a trip to the bucket, or in her case, an actual loo. Caelus could even get faint glances of a bulge just beneath her tunic when she occasionally sat upright as she cycled through her postures to try to get more comfortable. Quite ironic, Caelus thought to herself, given her current situation, and how the delay in the proceedings was taxing on both sets of Queens. Finally, the last jury member sat and Ethel turned her attention to Caelus, her narrow eyes staring at her with impatience. “Now, what does this gobbo want?” Gobbo?... Was that an insult? Or is that what her kind is referred to here? She didn’t give it a second thought, more pressing matters needing to be attended to. She uncomfortably began to stand to address the human queen, her abdomen weighing down like a huge boulder, and it was very upset at the action of standing up, as it convulsed and threatened to burst through a damn which for some Gods-saken reason refused to concede, let alone a single leak. “Y-your highness.” Caelus spoke with a stutter, partly from how desperate she was, but also just from her nerves. Nevertheless, she tried to speak as eloquently as possible, quite unlike a goblin to be sure. “I come to you with an urgent need. I want to put aside our differences as I have nowhere else to turn to and the Kingdom of Aragoza is my only hope of relief of this burden I carry.” Ethel scoffed. “Well, it seems that the latest line of Goblin royalty is a bit more well spoken than the last. I’ve been told your kind are brutes, ones who could barely speak cohesively. It’s nice to see a change of pace. Continue with your plea, goblin.” Caelus had to badly hold her tongue. While there wasn’t anything particularly untrue about her statement, the dismissal of her royal status was enough to infuriate her. Nevertheless, she was in no position to anger the Queen, so she conceded to her submissive role as a subject lesser to Queen Ethel, which is what she intended. “Thank you, your h-highness. A week ago, I had to… relieve myself in the morning, much as anyone else must.” Caelus felt her face get warm in embarrassment. Talking about problems at the loo as a royal felt incredibly shameful, but she carried on. “I was unable to that morning, for whatever reason. A-and I was unable to every time I attempted to relieve myself every day up until now, a week of holding my liquids… Yet I am physically unable to find relief in any capacity. T-this is my plight, and I have exhausted all my options and am incredibly desperate to piss. I come to you because I need relief, please! Every second my bladder aches with the need to release my waters! Help me! I do not know what is wrong with me!” Caelus said with complete desperation in her tone, her condition starting to get the better of her as she could feel every single drop drip into her gargantuan bladder. Caelus braced herself for the humiliation she was going to receive from the human queen, seeing that she is much more likely to take amusement on her plight rather than pity. However, Queen Ethel sat in her throne, her face flushed of color, and seeming very, very, fidgety. Perhaps Caelus' description was vivid enough to trigger her own need for relief. Ethel squirmed and clutched her own ball of urine nestled tightly under her tunic. She raised her hand from her crotch to speak. "T-that sounds like quite the predicament, Goblin Queen…" Ethel stammered. "This is something that needs to be addressed… A-after a short recess." Queen Ethel bit her lip, returning her hand to secure her bladder once more. Caelus' was mortified at the prospect of having to continue to wait for relief. She could feel it being painfully close now that Ethel has insinuated helping her, literally. Her bladder ached and pained at the motion of having to wait even longer for any form of release, or at least, without information as to what to do. “Please! Your highness, I can’t bear this burden in my bladder any longer! Please don’t make me beg for relief! I need to know what’s going on!” Caelus cried to Queen Ethel, tears in her eyes and sloshes in her bladder. The Queen gave her a nervous, yet still stern, glare. “I-I will not be interrupted! This meeting has gone on long enough, and a break is in order… ohhhh~” Ethel stated, stifling a clearly desperate moan. She rose to her feet, ready to begin her descent off her throne. She began to take her first step, when… Psssssssssshhh… A quiet trickle sounded throughout the dead quiet throne room, and a twinkle of light began to glisten on Ethel’s legs, reflecting off of clear urine snaking down her thighs and forming a small puddle on the floor and darkening her dark tights. Poor Queen Ethel could do nothing but enjoy her clear needed relief, but was absolutely humiliated to piss herself in her royal court. The quiet hiss rang out through the court as it slowly got quieter, the human queen averting the gaze of her subjects. Caelus herself was flabbergasted, seeing anybody, much less the Queen of Aragoza, completely powerless against her waters was a sight quite unprecedented. Her mischievous goblin nature tempted her to laugh or tease the poor queen, however Caelus’ own bladder registered more of reaction of disgust and jealousy, as it cringed and convulsed at the sight of the Queen’s wetting of her royal dress. The pressure was intolerable, and the goblin’s pussy pulsed with need from its urethral opening. How badly Caelus wished to be in Queen Ethel’s position, even if it meant humiliating herself in front of her peers! “Guess you couldn’t hold it again, eh Queen?” said the skimpily-clad women from the jury. Queen Ethel snapped back from her relief, which had now only trickled to a few drops, making ripples in a small puddle. “I… I don’t want to hear it, Baris! I’ve already embarrassed myself enough, I don’t need your heckling.” Baris rolled her eyes. “Even for being cursed, your bladder should still be more than capable enough to hold through a royal court briefing.” She scoffed. “A queen should have the ability to hold just as any lady should: long enough to properly and elegantly relieve herself in private, rather than make a fool out of herself by dancing and squirming all over the place, and then piddling a puddle on the floor. Take a page out of that goblin queen, or your’s truly, for example!” Baris roughly patted her own swollen abdomen, no doubt full of her own waters ready for release, yet she didn’t even flinch at the abuse she gave herself. Queen Ethel abashedly turned away with a scoff. Baris turned to address Caelus. "You'll have to excuse her highness. She's been having… "issues" with her potty discipline." Ethel, mortified, snapped back. "Stop calling it that! Y-you know I can't help it!" Baris rolled her eyes. "So you claim. Curse or no curse, a queen should be able to hold her liquids!" Caelus was perplexed at what was going on, the topic of discussion not giving her any peace in her mind over her throbbing bladder. "Curse?" the goblin queen asked quizzically. "Ah yes. Let me fill you in, Queen Caelus." Baris sprouted wings and gusted over to Caelus. "Ah!" The swift action of Baris swooping over to her would have spooked her, enough to have her leak a dribble from her bladder in its state, yet she couldn't even if she wished for it. "Baris, I hardly think now is the right time or place to-" "A little past a week ago, our queen started having some 'restroom troubles'." Baris ignored the commentary from her queen and cut her off, leaving Ethel to stew in frustration. "Our poor queen found her holding abilities not as they used to be. She would find herself scrambling for a chamber pot after not even a half hour after her last use. And even so, she would piss like a horse! We were baffled that not even after a small goblet of water or royal wine the queen would be squirming, hobbling, crossing her legs and clenching her crotch like some desperate peasant waiting to use a communal outhouse." Baris shot a devious glare at Queen Ethel, which was met by an equally intense stare of disgust and disapproval. "A… curse? On her bladder?" Caelus questioned, trying to put the pieces together. "Precisely. In fact, based on your account and your… figure:" Baris giggled, to which Caelus began to feel warm in the face. "It seems you've been put into a similar predicament. Or, well more like an opposite predicament because you physically can't pee and Ethel can't hold to save her life…" Caelus' eyes grew wide with worry. "Are you saying I'm cursed as well?!", she interrupted with alarm. She tensed up in fear as her already fried nerves began reacting to the news, recoiling her poor bladder with even greater feelings of pain and discomfort. "Don't panic. Let me see your hand and I'll know for sure." Caelus hesitantly laid out her palm, to which Baris grasped with her left hand. "Close your eyes and try to clear your mind… Otherwise things might get weird." Baris spoke softly. Caelus did as she was told, the best she could, at least. A single thought and feeling roared through her head like a typhoon's tide: an ungodly, burning, throbbing need to urinate. Caelus whimpered from the pain she experienced, feeling very much in touch with her body and the immense burden that burns within her swollen, boiling, sloshing abdomen. "It is alright. Everything will be okay." Baris spoke smoothly and softly, while placing a finger on Caelus forehead while still grasping her hand. As soon as she did, Caelus felt a tingling numbness wash over her from head to toe. Miraculously even her gargantuan bladder seemed to have its pain dulled as Caelus achieved a form of peace. She could cry from the relief, even if she was no longer in control of her body or perhaps even conscious, the immense pain, weight, and burning need Caelus felt for so long around her urethra was no more. The bliss Caelus felt was unlike anything she had ever felt before. The reprieve was short lived however. Baris released her grasp and her finger off Caelus' forehead, and the poor goblin queen was snapped back into a conscious state. Caelus could feel her bladder inflate with gallons and gallons of boiling piss as the immense pressure returned once more. The weight of all that liquid returning was enough to disrupt her balance, as she fell backwards and fell directly on her thick rump. Before laying on the court floor in a dazed state, groaning in pain and discomfort. Her bulge sloshed and bounced with the liquid inside her bladder as she slumped to the ground. "Caelus!" Paiko came to her queen's aide, making sure she was alright. "She'll be fine. But she is cursed alright." Baris confirmed. "H-how so?" Paiko stammered. "I checked her body for magic, and it seems her bladder and urethra are both full and engulfed in cursed magic. The urethra with the Curse of Sealing, and her bladder with the Spell of Expansion. They're pretty straightforward." Baris replied while inspecting her nails. Paiko looked down on her poor queen. Cursed, how horrible! Who could do such a horrible thing? "What… what do we do now?" Paiko pleaded. "Well, we have a few clues… for one, both the goblin queen and her highness Queen Ethel were both targeted in their urinary system. A very peculiar thing to curse, let alone twice to two different people." Baris stroked her chin, and placed a hand in her crotch to nurse her own bulge, but more so to adjust her risque attire. "What's more, these spells or curses are simple ones to perform on inanimate objects and lesser animals, especially the Curse of Sealing. On humans or higher beings however, this would need to be a very advanced magic or sorcery user. And on a goblin…" Baris looked troubled as she thought out loud. "What about a goblin? Is there something special about Caelus being one?" Paiko questioned. "Goblins are naturally resistant to magic, if not outright immune to some spells. For someone or something to curse the Goblin Queen, it would need to be a very, very proficient wizard or witch. One that would be far stronger than myself or any of the magic users in the kingdom." Murmurs and whispers sounded around the royal court, all sounding very concerned and fearful. "I suppose our fears have been realized then, Baris? Is someone or something plotting against the Kingdom of Aragoza?" Queen Ethel finally spoke up, seemingly overcoming the shame that preceded her now very wet royal uniform considering the gravity of the situation. "It seems so, your highness. But this goblin queen may serve as an important clue as to who or what our opponent is." Baris responded, much more formal to her queen than before. "Very well. We shall use the Goblin Queen's assistance as we see fit to uncover this mystery, all the while assisting her in her own efforts to relieve her poor burden." Queen Ethel spoke with authority. Paiko objected. "You're just gonna take her? How do we know you won't kidnap her or something like that!?" She crossed her arms in a defensive pose. Ethel snickered but addressed her. "You have my word, as Queen of Aragoza, that no harm will come to your Queen while she is in our Kingdom." "Hmmmm. I want to be by her side anyway, just in case." Paiko put her foot down. Ethel relented, but saw no reason to bicker over these terms. "As you wish. We will have accommodations for you as well. Your escort, however, will have to return to their kingdom. We have no room nor will tolerate a military force within our Kingdom, no matter how small." "Deal." Caelus entered her small dorm that she would be residing in during her days at the castle. It was hardly the royal suite that Queen Ethel may have access to but it was clean and had a window; she could hardly complain. The room lacked its own lavatory, not that Caelus would be needing it or the common restroom down the hall, as much as she badly, badly wished she could. It had been a long day. First the traveling, then the entrance into the city, then the court meeting, and finally a dinner after being brought to full consciousness after her fall, before being whisked away to her room, with the promise of investigating her cursed organs the next day. Such a long and grueling day would normally be justified with a long, relaxing piss into a latrine, but Caelus would not have such a luxury. She could barely make it through the doorway to her room, her bladder bulged and throbbed and sloshed with liquid as it extended several feet from the rest of her. Caelus imagined that carrying an adult goblin in her abdomen would bulge out less than she has now. All this weight was absolutely tiring, even more so after a good meal in the royal dining hall, where Caelus was welcomed to various delicious meats, wines, cheeses, breads, and sauces. Despite her desperate state, Caelus indulged herself: this food would be the best food she would have past the scraps she ate in her kingdom by comparison. She commended her race's resourcefulness, but left a bit to be desired in the taste department. Caelus stripped herself of her strained, practically ripped garments to get ready for bed. A sticky residue came off her underwear, as she sighed in sexual frustration. Beside being in heat, the queen made sure that guests were entertained and serviced by plenty of good looking servant girls and boys, of which Caelus noticed a fair few tickled her fancy. Yet, even if she could reach around her massive bladder to her throbbing, desperate clit, she was practically too exhausted to masturbate. Caelus had been aware of the idea of a food coma, but she felt so unnaturally sleepy, something felt a bit off. She shook off her doubts, and slumped into bed as her bladder painfully sloshed around, before dozing straight to sleep, with hopes and dreams of being relieved sooner than later.
  22. This is something I've had quite a few ideas and theories about as well, especially regarding what the quickest way to empty yourself is. While this is the opposite, I have a few ideas as to how you can slow down a stream: 1: Pressure on your urethra. Pretty straightforward. Any external or internal pressure that can narrow the urethra naturally pinches the flow to be slower. Tight fitting underwear (practically giving yourself a wedgie) has a small effect, I've noticed, but I'm interested in the effect of water as being a source of pressure from the outside. Just from experience, peeing while in water seems to take considerably water, but I've yet to truly test it. 2: Position, as previously mentioned. Positioning yourself in a way that pinches your urethra as much as possible could stem the flow, something like crossing your leg over your other leg and stretching it out is on paper the best way to do it? 3: Timing, this is an interesting one as me and my gf have both noticed that morning pees seem to last a looot longer than peeing any other time. Could just be us or a different factor, but I think it's worth testing. 4: Type of beverage. This one I'm most interested in. On paper alcohol or coffee is a diuretic or irritant to your bladder that it hopes to expel as quickly as it can, whereas water is a lot more neutral. Definitely worth trying. 5: Volume. Pretty straightforward as well. Hold more, pee longer. Id honestly think this one is the most dependent on the resulting duration, which is why I think that "flow rate" (total volume / amount of time peeing) is a much more interesting and accurate measurement of these stats. Bladder "science" has always been an interesting subject so I'm glad there's some interest in it and I wait to see if you have any more insight or results!
  23. That's good, although, if it starts slowing down after backimg up storage, it's probably better to do a fresh install of windows and start from scratch, hopefully you won't have to though Good luck!
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