Boyfriend who manipulates me into holding my bladder. Takes me out shopping the whole day, buying me slushies, iced coffee, juice, boba tea. Keeps taking me into stores, and when I start getting distracted and wiggly and asking to use the bathroom, he grabs my arm firmly and says “But don’t you want this cute lingerie set? I think you should try it on.” While he puts his arm around me and his fingers graze my lower belly. I need to go pretty bad but he’s so persuasive. 30 minutes later we walk out of the lingerie store. I’m urgent now. “Babe, I need to go. Now.” His grip tightens on my arm and he whispers in my ear “You need some new jeans. Your old ones are loose - I need to see your ass. We’re going into American Eagle.” I’m on the verge of leaking, and mortified when the attendant has to bring me jeans 3 sizes bigger than normal. My bladder is bulging fat and round in my lower belly. The attendant beams at me. “Your first?” She says. “You’re glowing!” And I realize she thinks I am pregnant. My bf stands there with a smug look on his face. I go back into the dressing room and try to take the pants off, but I realize I am trickling pee into the pants. They aren’t even my size! But my boyfriend says he is buying them anyway as he expects to have me this size a lot more often. And he buys the next size bigger, as he says my tummy will grow as I get used to holding my pee longer. I blink back tears. He has found a way to indulge his breeding, piss, domination, and expansion kinks. And I am his vessel.
