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  1. I know it has been a super long time since I last posted anything on this site. Life has been crazy and I've been working through some personal issues. But I'm back. I don't know how often I'll post new stories (if at all), but I wrote another story for Godly Desperation. This next story was a suggestion. It is about the myth of two sisters who argued over whose butt looked nicer and they asked a passer by to judge for them. Here is a story going off of that idea but instead the sisters argue over whose bladder bulge looks better. I also used the Roman names of the gods since this thread is lacking quite a bit in Roman mythology. Enjoy! 🙂 I know that the story is rather long. One of the things I desperately (no pun intended, LOL) need to work on is writing shorter stories. That is an area I struggle in and I need to work on. Hope everyone enjoys, regardless! Venus held each palm firmly on an edge of cloud. She separated the balls of fluff just enough so she could poke her head through the gap and glare down at the mortals hundreds of feet below her. The Roman love goddess grinned. “Mother?” The voice took Venus’ attention away from her show on earth. “Cupid?” Venus spun her head to find her son floating behind her, his glorious wings lapping in the sky like an angelic butterfly. The love god’s bow hung at his belt and a quiver full of love arrows hung on his shoulders, of course, the god never went anywhere without them. You never know when you need to fire some love arrows and make a couple of sweethearts fall in love. (Or make a cruel person fall in love with a squirrel for retribution purposes). Cupid floated there, having entered his mother’s chamber unannounced. He knew Venus wouldn’t get mad at him. He was her favorite child, after all. “What are you doing?” Cupid wondered. With his beautiful blue eyes, Venus couldn’t resist showing her son her secret project. “Come here,” Venus waved the love god closer. Cupid flew over until he was hovering directly next to his mom. Venus parted the clouds again so the two gods could look directly from Olympus down to earth. “Have you heard of the Kallipugoi sisters?” Venus asked her son. Cupid thought. As gods, they knew everything that happened on earth. Still, it was hard to keep track of hundreds of mortal men, women, and children. “Aren’t they those farm girls who are always competing with one another?” Cupid recalled. “Bingo, just watch,” Venus pulled the clouds farther apart so both she and her son could look down at the Kallipugoi farm. The clouds shimmered with brilliant lights before revealing an image of a gorgeous farmhouse. The house was a perfect rectangle made from limestone bricks with windows at perfect six foot intervals along the walls. A chimney puffed smoke and the rows upon rows of wheat swayed in the spring breeze. Dandelions dotted the meadow surrounding the farmhouse and cows grazed joyfully in the fields. The image zoomed in and the two gods watched as a bald man walked out of the giant oval door frame. He wore a toga so dirty it was nearly brown - but the two gods could tell it used to be white. The mortal man stretched his arms as if just waking up from a long nap. He strolled across the lawn until he arrived at a wooden fence. Behind the fence Cupid saw two beautiful girls. The two girls looked so pretty, if Cupid didn’t know any better, he would have mistaken them for goddesses. They both had long brown hair and smiles so warm they could have cheered up Apollo (the literal sun god) on a bad day. The both wore togas only slightly cleaner than the man’s. They each wore bracelets, earrings, and necklaces made of silver and bronze as if to tell the world that they didn’t need the fanciest of items such as gold, they were happy with what they could afford. Both girls were extra curvy and extra giggly as if they shared a secret only the two of them knew. The girls were well into their adult years, Cupid guessed about mid-twenties. They stood behind a large pile of hay so Cupid couldn’t see anything below their chests. Cupid noticed something interesting about the two girls. They were moving around quite a bit. One of them kept side stepping while the other bobbed up and down in place. Both girls looked as if ants were crawling inside their togas. Neither sister could stop moving. “What’s wrong with them?” Cupid wondered. “Shh,” Venus whispered a little harsher than intended. “Just watch.” Through the clouds, Venus and Cupid watched as the farmer approached the fence where, on the other side of it, there were two giggling, jittery girls standing behind piles of hay. “Balbina, Cecilla, I must go to town to pick up some new harvesting tools,” the man told the young women. “The old ones are broken beyond repair.” “Okay, dad,” the girl - who was clearly older - said. “When do you think you’ll be back?” the younger sister inquired. The man looked to the sky. “I’d say about a couple hours at most. But you two are adults, you can take care of yourselves in that time, right?” “Of course, father,” the younger girl said. “Take care.” The bald man nodded to his two daughters before departing. “Thank the gods he’s gone,” the older sister sighed as if she’d never been happier to see her father leave the farm. The two sisters waddled out from behind the hay and Cupid almost coughed up his tongue. Now that he could see their images clearly, Cupid wasn’t sure if the clouds were playing tricks on him. Was this really what was happening down on earth? Both sisters had giant stomach bulges bursting forth from under their togas. Cupid’s first thought was that they were pregnant. But he knew that wasn’t it. As a god associated with love and reproduction, Cupid can tell when someone is pregnant. The same way he can tell who secretly likes who. It’s like a sixth sense. Just another part of being a Roman deity. But if these women weren’t carrying babies… What were they carrying? “Isn’t it beautiful?” Venus gushed. “What?” Cupid was still lost in the woods. “Mother, what is it?” One of the sisters doubled over and stroked her hands up and down her knees. “I have to piss so bad,” she moaned. Cupid’s eyes went wide. Were the clouds playing tricks on his ears as well? Cupid cleared his throat into his fist before turning to his mother. “What did she just say?” Venus was smiling like a sports fan whose team was just about to win the championship. She paid no mind to her son, she was far too focused on the struggling girls who were nearly weighed down with their massive bladder bulges. “Oh, my bladder,” the elder sister massaged her bulge while marching in place. “I haven’t peed all day.” “Same,” the younger sister said. “You must have peed some time ago,” the older sister declared. “Your bulge is still flat in some places.” The younger sister’s emerald eyes shot up. She stared daggers at her older sister as if she had just delivered the worst insult of human history. “My bulge is not flat!” the younger sister stated. “My bladder is so hard right now, it could shatter stone.” That comment just produced chuckles from the older sister. “Dear, Cecilla,” the older - who, by process of elimination must be Balbina - chided. “You simply do not have as much experience in holding urine as I do. I am older, my bladder is better. That is just the way it is.” Cecilla scoffed. “You are older by a mere two years, Balbina. How much more practice could you have had in that time?” “I am twenty-five, you are twenty-three. I am older, you are younger. My bladder is stronger, your bladder is weaker,” Balbina said. “I am sorry, sister, but my bulge far outshines yours. My bladder is so rock solid, it may as well have been blessed by Terra, goddess of the earth and stones.” “Oh, please, sister,” Cecilla rolled her eyes. “My bladder is so hard, Sisyphus would never be able to roll it up hill in a million years!” “My bulge is so taunt, all of Neptune’s waters are held inside of it!” Balbina cried. “Well, my bladder is so firm, Vulcan could use it as an anvil!” Cecilla snapped. And so the sisters went back and forth, shouting at one another, each declaring that their bladders could do impressive feats. Cupid had never seen anything like this. Two young women arguing fiercely over whose bladder was the strongest and whose bulge was the most impressive. Cupid was akin to his mother and could not remove his eyes from the heated argument between the two mortal ladies. Cupid mostly found himself staring at those two, perfect, round bulges. Seeing a bulge like that on a goddess was everyday life. The gods could hold vast amounts of liquids in their nether regions, so much so, that seeing a god or goddess with a bulging stomach was as mundane as a two-headed hydra. But to see mortals with bladder bumps… Cupid had never known that mortals were capable of holding back so much. Mortals were much more fragile than the gods. Cupid always imagined mortals breaking down and exploding urine out of them after holding for just a few hours. But these two women apparently hadn't urinated for half a day and each one held their bladder like it was nothing. And those bulges… Those bulges… Each one was the size of Cerberus’ eyes. Cupid had visited the underworld personally and he had seen Pluto’s enormous three-headed hound for himself. And those six eyes the beast had were massive. Just like these twin bladders down on earth. Cupid imagined when they burst, they would water the whole field single-handedly. “How are they holding so much?” Cupid asked. Venus shrugged. “Mortals are stronger than we give them credit for,” Venus said, as if reading her son’s mind. Venus pursed her lip. Cupid observed his mother staring down at these women as if taking notes for her own bladder holding challenge. “I don’t know why,” Venus said, “but it warms me to see women hold their bladders and challenge each other like this. I enjoy watching mortals take control of their weak bodies, determined to prove their bodies can handle the harshest of elements… Such as several liters of piping hot pee.” Cupid didn’t know why, but he, himself, enjoyed watching these women dance in the field and call one another out for the weak bladders. “Look at this!” Balbina did a desperate dance while tracing both hands over her bulge which extended several inches from her stomach. “This is what a real woman’s bladder looks like! All big and round like a pumpkin.” “Please!” Cecilla shouted. “A smashed pumpkin, maybe. My bladder has more curves, more bulkiness, more…” “Room to expand,” Balbina laughed in her palm. “Ha, ha,” Cecilla snorted. “I’ll have you know, my bladder is so full, one more drop and it will blow all the way to Jupiter’s domain.” Balbina had her legs crossed in a double knot. She clutched her crotch so tightly, her knuckles were turning white. Balbina cursed out her sister before lifting her toga just enough to let her giant bulge flop out like a lion being released from its cage. Balbina’s bladder bump was so massive, Cupid couldn’t even see her thighs. Balbina softly patted her large stomach and smirked through the pain of holding so much urine at bay. “My bulge is far more stunning than yours,” Balbina insisted. “When people see my bulge, their first reaction is, ‘Wow, we better get that girl to a chamber pot pronto!’ When they see your bulge, however, their first reaction is, ‘Why did that girl stuff some hay into her toga?’” “Manticore crap!” Cecilia bellowed to the heavens. Cecilla also held her genitals while she jumped from side to side like a sailor trying to remember how to stand on land again. Cecilla too pulled her toga higher and let her bladder fall free. She gently ran her fingers up and down the sides of it like a teacher using a pointing stick on a chalkboard. “Notice how much bulge starts just above my pussy and travels all the way up the sides of my stomach. It makes the skin around my thighs itch and makes my pee hole tremble. Just look at the bulge itself. See how it grows from the sides and collects above my navel making the whole thing as round as a sphere.” Cupid had never in his immortal life seen two humans so invested in their swelling urinary bladders. When Prometheus created humans and gave them urinary bladders, Cupid doubted this was what the titan had in mind. Then again, Prometheus is the titan of forethought, so maybe he predicted this and that’s why he made it possible for the human bladder to expand the way it does. Suddenly, a thought occurred to the son of Venus and Mars. “Mother,” Cupid turned his beautiful head so his handsome face was level with his mother’s. “Do all humans behave this way? Do all humans enjoy holding their bladders and comparing the size?” Cupid has never really paid attention to the affairs of mortals. The only time Cupid visits earth is to shoot people with his love arrows. And sometimes, he does that while sitting on the clouds so he doesn’t even have to go down to earth. Cupid knew very little about mortal life, unlike his mother, Venus, who was deeply invested in human activities. Venus pursed her lips. “No, my son,” she giggled. “On the contrary, humans rush to the chamber pot whenever they get the tiniest of urges. Their bodies are not designed to hold vast amounts of bodily waste like us gods. That is why I am so fascinated with the Kallipugoi sisters. These girls are unlike any mortal women I have ever seen. They enjoy holding their bladders. Perhaps they like the feeling or maybe they just want to compete with one another, I don’t know. Either way, they watch as their bladders grow and often argue over whose bulge is biggest.” The two gods looked back down at planet earth. “My bulge is so large, it feels like steel,” Balbina told her younger sister. “My bulge is so heavy, it feels like it is stuffed with heavy metal bars,” Cecilia argued. “The muses could write poems about my bladder bulge!” “My bladder bulge is so large, my pelvis must be stronger than Potestas, the god of strength.” “My bladder bulge is far more symmetrical and well-defined than yours!” “Well, my bladder bulges like a grotesque reminder of my own physical needs. And yet, I can hold it with ease.” Cupid didn’t know which was betraying him more, his eyes or his ears. This couldn’t be real. Cupid knew that in ancient Rome vanity and status were prized above all else, even the most trivial things could spark a heated debate. But this was something Cupid never imagined he would witness within his immortal lifetime. Two mortal women arguing over who had the largest bulge. “I must admit, both girls have impressive bulges,” Venus licked her lips. “But I would have to say Balbina’s is a tad bit more… Excessive than her sister’s.” Cupid glared at his mother, disbelief hidden behind those cloudless eyes. “Has Bacchus poisoned you with madness, mother?” Cupid demanded. “Cecilla’s bulge is clearly the larger of the two.” Venus shifted her gaze toward her son. “Are you daft, son?” Venus exclaimed. “Balbina is a time bomb about to blow. Cecilla is more of…” Venus paused, as if forcing herself to be polite. “An amphorae - a wine jug - nearing its capacity.” Cupid knit his eyebrows at his mom. “Nearing its capacity? I’d say Cecilla is well past her capacity. Balbina is the one whose bladder is still squishy in some places.” Venus gasped as if stunned by her son’s disrespectful attitude. “Poor Balbina’s face is contorted in pain. Her bulge must be the largest!” “Cecilla is suffering a quite deal of pain herself, and besides, that does not prove the size of her bulge,” Cupid argued. He hesitated, taking a deep breath. Having Venus for a mom taught Cupid a few things. He knew better to argue with her (even when he was right), Venus would always get her way. It was better to show her that she was mistaken. “I have a better idea than this petty squabble,” Cupid declared. “We are gods, correct? We control the whole cosmos. I say, let us bring someone else into this contest. How about I find a mortal - a mortal who is irrelevant to this whole situation.” Venus’ expression turned from sour to consideration. “Yes,” she finally agreed. “A natural party will be perfect to settle this debate. We shall bring yet another mortal into this. We shall ask them who they think has the better bulge. Balbina or Cecilla. If the mortal picks Balbina, you must…” Venus tapped her chin in thought. “Spend all of next month with me rather than that horrible Psyche!” “Mother!” Cupid chided. “That’s my wife you are talking about!” “Yes, and I strongly dislike her!” Venus fired back. “Fine,” Cupid folded his arms, his toes hoving a few inches from the floor of the cloud. “And if this mortal judge votes for Cecilla, you must stop making fun of my lovely wife.” “Lovely,” Venus snorted in mockery. “Mother,” Cupid said shapely. “Fine, fine, whatever, let’s do it,” Venus scoffed and the two gods shook hands. Invisible, Cupid shot down to earth. Finding a mortal was easy. The planet was bustling with them. Cupid quickly found a perfect man for the job. A lone man wandered down a dirt path only approximately fifty meters from the farm. He was a rather tall fellow in flowing robes that buried his feet in a swarm of wool. He had a thin, well-kept beard, kind - yet distracted - eyes, a strong chin, and was so skinny, he looked like a scarecrow. He wore round glasses over his earth-colored eyes and he had on a straw hat which completed the scarecrow look. He was rather handsome for a mortal. Of course, he looked nothing like Cupid, but he was as attractive as mortals could get anyway. Cupid rubbed his invisible hands together. He certainly enjoyed this part of the job… Getting mortals to do what he wished. Cupid turned himself into an invisible cloud of smoke and hovered right next to the man’s left ear. Cupid had to float along to keep up with the man who was walking down the dirt trail, possibly on his way home or to the market. “Pst,” Cupid whispered into the man’s left ear canal. “Take a left turn here.” The man didn’t even slow down. He simply turned left down the intersection of the trail. “Go straight until your next turn and then hang a right,” Cupid whispered. The man did as instructed. Before he knew it, the mortal found himself standing outside the Kallipugoi farm. He blinked as if trying to shake an eyelash from his eye. He looked around in a daze as if he had just woken up in a mysterious land. Cupid shot back to Olympus and rematerialized besides his mother in her chambers. “Nice work,” Venus said, legitimately impressed that her son was able to lure this mortal to the Kallipugoi sister’s farm. Venus cracked her knuckles like a determined mathematician about to solve the world’s most complex equation. “Now it’s mama’s turn!” Venus flicked her fingers through the air like she was practicing playing the kithara. Cupid’s gaze once again landed on the pretty dancing Kallipugoi sisters whose bladders looked even larger than Cupid last saw them. How were they still expanding? Cupid would never underestimate the mortal body again! Balbina continued to jog in place, her bladder bouncing with each step. Her exposed belly button was filled with the sweat that formulated from the stress of attempting to hold back such a massive load. “Just look at how round I am!” Balbina ran a hand over her bulge while doing the desperate dance of the century. Cecilia had her knees locked together in a fight to hold the dam shut tight. Her face was leaking droplets of sweat. Her brown hair looked wild like the fur of a bear who had just woken from hibernation. Such stress on the body did horrible things to the girls’ well-being. “Ha,” Cecilia cried. The sudden noise made her wince in torment from the throbbing she must have felt caused by an overstuffed urinary bladder. “That is nothing compared to me!” Cecilla cried. “I can still see your ribs, while my bladder takes up the majority of my abdomen!” That’s when pink glitter filled the air around the two women. Neither one appeared to notice, but that’s the way Venus intended it. Venus’ glittery dust influenced both women to turn their heads. That’s when they spotted the tall, thin man. “Hi,” Cecilia muttered, stunned at the surprised visitor. “Can we help you?” The man was still taking in his surroundings. “Sorry, ladies,” he apologized. “I was on my way to deliver a message for the Ephesus. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere…” The man was rubbing the back of his neck as if he had slept on it wrong. That’s when he noticed the elephant in the room. “Umm… are you ladies okay?” his eyes were glued to the monstrosities each woman held within them. “Oh, fine,” Cecilla replied. “Just overdue for the chamber pot, so to speak.” The messenger looked both women up and down. He popped the obvious question. “Then why don’t you use one?” “Oh, we are just competitive,” Balbina explained. The messenger raised an eyebrow. “Competitive?” The two sisters explained about their sisterly rivalry to be better than one another at everything. Yesterday they competed over who could pick the most apples the fastest. The day before they competed over who could skip stones better in the nearby pond. Today, they competed over whose bladder bulge was the biggest. “You two… are having a urine holding contest?” the messenger croaked. “Not just that,” Balbina explained farther, while doing the toe tapping of her life. “Besides holding our urine, we are far more interested in which one of us has the larger bladder bulge.” “You know, we are fascinated with the bulge itself,” Cecilia continued to run her hands along the gentle lines her bladder made as it exposed itself from her skin. “I know! A natural party will be perfect to settle this debate. You are neutral in this whole affair, how about you decide which one of us has the better bulge.” Cupid wasn’t sure how much influence his mother had over these women or if they were speaking on their own terms. Probably the latter as Venus - just like Cupid - wanted to see how things played out. Either way, Cupid found it odd that Cecilla used the exact same words Venus herself used earlier to describe this bizarre and yet fascinating situation. “That is a grand idea, Cecilia,” Balbina cried before calling to the messenger, “What is your name, sir?” “I? I am called Marcus,” the messenger replied. “Marcus the messenger of the monarch.” The Kallipugoi women introduced themselves and then Balbina said, “What do you say, Marcus the messenger of the monarch… Are you up to settling this dispute between me and my sister? Whose bladder bulge do you think is more beautiful and stunning?” “Yes, whose is bigger, more distinguished?” Cecilia asked in excitement. Marcus froze as if caught in a sudden blizzard. He looked at Balbina’s stomach and then his eyes drifted over to Cecilla’s tummy. He looked up at the two sisters and replied, “I think they are both equally well pronounced. I certainly know I could never manage to hold all of that urine inside me. Nor could any of my brothers.” “Come now, Marcus, do not be so kind to us,” Balbina instructed. “Declare whose bulge is the better of us two. You are the judge, so we ask you to judge us. Whose bulge looks closer to self-destructing?” “Look at it this way,” Cecilia said. “If you saw us on the streets, which of us would you be more concerned about getting to the public latrine? You have to pick one or the other.” “Pretend you only have one commode,” Balbina squeezed her legs closed, “who would get it first based solely on our bladder bumps?” Marcus looked stunned having to answer such a question. He was forced to watch as Balbina paced up and down the gravel walkway of the farmyard and Cecilla clutched her crotch, having never held anything so firmly in her life. Both girls looked like they had ADHD as neither one could stand still. Both shifted, wiggled, squirmed, skipped in place, hobbled around, and flat out just danced like lunatics. Marcus looked puzzled, but also slightly aroused. (As the god associated with that type of thing, Cupid can tell when someone is turned-on). While waiting for their official judge to make his call, the girls exchanged knowing glances and smirked, their competitive spirit driving them to endure such discomfort. Cupid understood the judge’s point of view. It was kind of arousing to watch these two women, both of whom had faces exhibiting signs of strain while perspiration dotted their foreheads. With persistent attempts to ignore the irresistible call for relief, their bodies held on and kept going strong. Both had swollen bladders that exerted pressure onto their bodies as they each grimaced and shifted uncomfortably. Each Kallipugoi sister had a well shaped outline of her bladder which showcased the urgent need for release and the struggle to contain their discomfort. Marcus stared at the twin bulges as if they were treasure just waiting to be unlocked, treasure nestled below perfect belly buttons and held together by strong thighs. “They are both alluring,” Marcus said cautiously. It was as if the air had thinned waiting for this mortal to make up his mind. Both Kallipugoi girls leapt all over the place either from a sense of heightened anticipation or natural bodily urgency to let their juices run. The sisters were not the only ones on the edge of their seats. Up in the clouds, unknown to the mortals, Cupid and Venus glared down at the trio of mortals, the fate of their bet hanging on Marcus’ final decision. “Do you wish to feel?” Cecila hopped up and down with a hand caressing her most sensitive of bulges. “Perhapes that will help you make up your mind.” Marcus hesitated, then said, “Okay.” So, each woman came forward. Marcus’ palm hovered prudently over Balbina’s bladder as if afraid his touch would shatter it like glass. Finally, he rested his hand down and was stunned by the texture. Balbina’s bladder was nowhere near the soft skin feeling Marcus was used to when it came to human contact. Balbina’s bladder could have easily been mistaken for volcanic rock. The surface was as hard as steel, Marcus felt as if this bulge - while may be unable to break - could certainly put a dent in a sheet of titanium. And that wasn’t all. As Marcus laid his fingers sprawled out over Balbina’s bladder bump, his palm began to sweat. Below the skin, Marcus could feel heat radiating from Balbina’s stomach as if her monstrous loud of urine heated up intentionally as a way to break the young woman’s evidently brawny sphincter. “Whoa,” Marcus muttered right before blushing upon the realization that he said this exasperation out loud. Balbina was too busy dancing to notice. “What do you think? Firm, huh?” Before Marcus could even reply, Cecilia slammed her shoulder into her sister’s in an attempt to push the older Kallpugoi aside. “Enough,” she snapped. “Well, Marcus, it is time for you to feel what a real woman’s bladder feels like!” Marcus rested his hand down on the younger sister’s bulge. After Balbina, Marcus should have been unable to be surprised again. Yet, as he laid his hand down on Cecilla’s bladder, Marcus couldn’t help but swallow. Cecilla’s bladder was so similar to her sisters, Marcus could feel the tough, taunt skin and below it, the burning bubbling wrath of Cecilla’s caged up urine. Marcus had no idea how she was able to stand up straight with a bladder so stretched out. Marcus knew for a fact that he could never be able to contain half of this. He also knew no one he had ever met up until now could hold this much pee in at once. As he ran his hand along the curves of Cecilla’s outer bladder, he could feel the exact point where the skin turned from hard to soft. He could also feel the drops of sweat beading down Cecilla’s tummy and Marcus knew that this perspiration was not caused by the hot day. “Feels tough, huh?” Cecilla continued to hold her head up high while stomping her sandal repeatedly to the ground. Marcus noticed Cecilla’s arms placed to her side. Her fingers were rapidly curling and uncurling as if they badly wanted to grab something and Marcus had a hunch exactly what these fingers so feverishly desired to grab. “Yeah, yeah, real impressive,” Balbina held a hand between her thighs and with the other, she grabbed her younger sister’s shoulder and yanked her away from the messenger. “Now, Marcus… Whose bladder is superior?” The messenger still looked puzzled as if he was asked to choose between two equally valuable, equally shiny diamonds. “I pick…” Marcus examined each bulge again with his eyes. “Come on, come on,” Venus chanted under her breath. “Pick Balbina, pick Balbina…” Cupid glared down at earth. He hadn’t been that worried when making the bet with his mom, but now, Cupid feared the way Marcus was staring at Balbina’s bulge. If Marcus picked Balbina, that would mean Cupid would be stuck hanging out with his mom for a month. What would he tell Psyche? He wouldn't be able to see her for a month! He should just be thankful his manipulative mother hadn’t made it longer. Marcus took one last fill of the two bursting girls. Balbina’s bladder was bold and looked so assertive as if demanding attention from all that saw it. Cecilla’s bladder, meanwhile, was like a mystery challenging Marcus to discover its secrets. After another heavy moment of anxious waiting for all parties involved, Marcus finally breathed out, “Balbina.” Cupid felt his immortal heart drown into his stomach. Venus looked pleased with herself. She held her head high so her chocolate brown hair covered one eye. Cupid hated that look, it was the classic, ‘Mother knows best, so do not argue with her’ look. Down on earth, there were mixed reactions among the mortals. Balbina - naturally - was thrilled. So thrilled, in fact, that she threw herself into the air. Balbina leapt for joy, pumping a fist in the air and jumping into the sky - which proved to be a mistake. As she landed on the solid earth, Balbina’s expression switched from victorious to pure pain faster than Atalanta wins foot races. Balbina grimaced hard. She doubled over, holding her bladder bulge as if she were afraid it would fall off of her body. Her face resembled a burn victim. Balbina hissed from the tension inside her gut. Cecilia, on the other hand, appeared nothing but disappointed that she lost. She rubbed her bladder bump with one hand while using the other to hold her thighs together all while staring at Marcus with pouty eyes. “Pay up,” Venus snickered at her son. “You can tell that dumb brat of a wife of yours to suck it! You will stay by mommy’s side for the next month!” Cupid just rolled his eyes. When you are immortal, a month was nothing. It would fly by like that! Still, Cupid hated the idea of having to skip out on his wife for the next thirty days. Venus may not be a big Psyche fan, but Cupid sure was. She was the woman he loved and now he wouldn’t be able to see her for the next month?!? That will teach him to make deals with his wretched mother! Suddenly, another man came onto the scene. “Hey, Marcus,” said the man, stopping in front of the Kallipugoi’s fence. The man was about a head shorter than Marcus and he had slightly darker skin. Other than that, he looked very similar with the clothes he wore and his skinniness. But he especially looked like Marcus in the fractal area. The two had very identical looking eyes, cheekbones, noses, and hairlines. The only thing was, this new arrival didn’t wear glasses. “I have been looking all over for you,” the man said. “Have you delivered your message to the king yet… Whoa?” He paused and looked on at the two bursting women. The two waved politely. “Brutus, this is Cecilla and Balbina Kallipugoi; ladies this is my younger brother, Brutus,” Marcus made introductions. Marcus explained to his brother how these girls were having a contest to see whose bulge was the biggest and they asked Marcus - a neutral party - to choose. Brutus appeared to only be half-listening. His eyes didn’t leave the squirming, big-bladdered Kallipugoi sisters the entire time his older brother was talking. “May I say, ma’am,” Brutus rocked back and forth on his heels nervously. “I have never seen a woman… Or anyone’s bladder get that big before!” “Oh,” Balbina blushed. She had both hands buried down into her crotch and she kept one of her legs pressed firmly against the other so she looked in danger of toppling over to one side. “Why, thank you, Brutus!” Balbina gushed. “Your brother certainly seems to think…” “Not you!” Brutus snapped. He turned red as if realizing that comment was a little too impolite. “I’m sorry, it’s just… Your bulge is nice and all, but I was talking to your sister.” Cecilia was so stunned, she lost a small spurt into her underwear staining them a soft yellow. “M… Me?” Brutus rubbed the back of his neck while studying the ground below him. “I’m sorry if I am being inappropriate… Just something about your bulge, Cecilia, it is just so… Round. And full. And…” “Balbina’s bulge is superior though,” Marcus argued. “It is far more symmetrical. It is also slightly larger than her sister.” Brutus took a step back. “Are you blind, brother? No wonder you need glasses!” Brutus scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. “Cecilia looks ready to explode. I have no idea how she does it. I would never be able to handle her load.” “Balbina’s bulge is the stronger one,” Marcus continued to argue. “Just look at the elongated swelling of her lower abdomen.” “Cecilla’s is much more taut,” said Brutus. “She must be a goddess to hold back such an ocean!” “Goddess?” Venus growled. “Calm yourself, mother,” Cupid rested a hand on his mother’s arm. He could see the fire in her eyes. The gods - in general - were not a big fan of the inferior mortals comparing themselves to the gods and goddesses. That is how Cupid’s poor wife, Psyche got into trouble in the first place, people started saying she looked like Venus. Cupid has seen this look in his mother too many times and he knew he was the only one to calm her temper. “The mortal is just making an off handed comment to prove his point,” Cupid assured his mom. “No need to get worked up.” Venus still looked madder than a Minotuar, but she remained traqual. “All right, boys,” Balbina wabbled around. “No need to fight.” She said this, but Cupid could tell both gals were secretly enjoying all the attention their bladders provided. Cupid could easily picture these women wandering the streets of Rome in this current condition just so people would give their bladder bulges attention. “We both have splendid bladders,” Balbina said. “Mine may be a tad bit rounded and fuller and sharper than my sister’s…” Cecilia elbowed her sister in the ribs which made Balbina’s sphincter relax just long enough to dribble into her undershorts. “What my sister means is that we can appreciate both of our bulges,” Cecilia said. “I appreciate yours,” Brutus held his hands over the fence and Cecilla took them. It took all of Cecilia’s willpower to hold her urethra shut with just her muscles, but Brutus’ strong sturdy hands beckoned to her until she just had to hold them. Cecilia bobbed up and down while shaking her knees together all while this handsome stranger gripped her sweaty palms. “How would you feel about a date?” Brutus asked. “Just bring your bladder.” Cecilia giggled, unable to help herself. “And I would like to go out with the wiser of these two men,” Balbina made sure to emphasize the word ‘wiser’. “The same man who voted for me,” Balbina winked at Marcus. “If he would like that, that is.” Marcus appeared as if someone had filled his sandal with pebbles. “Well, aren’t we all being forward today?” Marcus joked, looking at Cecilla and Brutus and then back at Balbina. “But yes, I would love to go out with you, Balbina. Perhaps a double date.” Before Balbina could respond, her bladder got the best of her and Balbina found herself kneeling on the ground clutching a three-pound ball of urine which turned her insides into an inferno. “But first…” Balbina staggered over both her feet and her words. “I think my sister and I need to visit the little Roman’s room!” The two men threw their heads back in deep-voiced chuckling. “Let us never argue over our bladder bulges again,” Cecilla told her sister with sincerity. “Deal?” Balbina hesitated, although that may have just been so she could get her bladder under control before concentrating on her sister’s words. “Deal,” Balbina said at last, her breath shallower than the Lerna Marsh. “Now, let’s go relieve ourselves before we both explode.” Everyone laughed at this, even the gods watching from far above.
  2. Hey! I know that this post is old, but if you are still searching for movies and TV shows featuring male urination, I have a few recommendations. Ms. Mojo on YouTube made a compilation of scenes from movies and TV shows where men urinate, sometimes in the toilet/urinal, sometimes oin bottles or fountains or other places. There was also a scene from the Big Bang Theory where Sheldon was desperate to go and couldn't because Lenard's girlfriend was in the bathroom. (3) The Big Bang Theory - Let The Man Pee - YouTube There's also this other Big Bang Theory peeing scene, again featuring Sheldon. We also have this... It's from a movie I've never seen. There's also this clip from a movie I have personally never seen called The Hot Chick. Apparently, it's about a woman who switched bodies with a man. There are obviously many more, these are just some examples. Hope this helps! 🙂
  3. The link isn’t working for me. 😞
  4. If I may ask, was Sammy supposed to be male or female?
  5. I really loved how much she was dancing at the beginning! But sadly, cigarettes are a HUGE turn-off for me. So, by the time she pulled out the cigarette, I skipped right to the wetting. Lol
  6. This is EXACTLY how I feel! Well said! I only find if arousing if the woman who wets herself or partakes in omorashi in any way, finds joy out of it. If she is upset, then I feel bad and want to help’! 😢
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