#weak bladder

[quietaltarnymph]

Full confession, I have tinkled in my panties on accident recently! It just happens to me sometimes. I just momentarily lose control and some pee trickles out while I desperately try to get control again! I think my bladder must be weaker than I thought. I’m always so embarrassed when the warm pee floods the crotch of my panties and I have to go change 🙈

[jos-reblog-emporium]

Once you read this, you can’t pee all day without permission from someone Added you have to do a little belly inflation to keep the pressure. And hold it in too. Good luck.

Oh no! And I just finished off my morning tea! (It’s actually late afternoon—I’ve just been slow). And I already have to pee!!!

Anyone willing to give me permission?

[wanderingmind867]

I don't block tags. Do you know why I don't? It's because blocking them means I can still see the tags and the posts if I click "show posts," and that's really awful. Whether I'm hiding sexual posts or horror posts, I'd still always have an easy way to view the stuff. So blocking tags is functionally useless for me.

I bring this up because I have a mutual who posts about some more sexually explicit things, and it's evoking complicated emotions in me. I've been confused by it for a while, but I haven't known what to say. I don't want to ever unfollow somebody who follows me, because then I feel like I'm burning a bridge of friendship and goodwill that could actually be really good for me. But I also don't know if the sexually explicit content is what's getting me to want to masturbate more often. I really don't know how anything works, so I'm kind of lost in this complicated area where I don't know what's going on.

I still don't even know if frequent masturbation causes a frequent need for urination. I don't even know that, but I feel like it has to. Because if it doesn't, then why would I be feeling like I need to pee so often? I know I drink tons of water, but still. It's frustrating. I don't like having to pee so often. And if it's not masturbation causing this, my brain will jump to way worse places. I feel I'm one neurotic episode away from thinking of incontinence or a UTI. So I'd really rather it just be masturbation causing this.

[itsallliesdarlingsblog]

On my stomach with a pillow on my bladder trying not to piss

[wet-thistle]

Its storming, I can’t do a Beltane bonfire,I downed a gin and tonic and now I have to go potty so so bad and my roommate is in the bathroom and like he WAS trimming his beard but now it sounds like he’s watching anime in there??? im grumpy

[holdmypeer]

Party omo ^_^

Leah smiled politely and nodded. She had invited some friends over for drinks. She had finished her final expose and could now call herself a Doctor. She felt like she had earned the time off. But a friend of a friend had invited themselves and now she was trapped in the most boring conversation she had ever been in. Way too shy to speak up she smiled and she nodded along as Tobias kept telling a story she had lost track in about half an hour ago. “And you won’t believe what we saw then,” Tobias bubbled drunkenly. Leah just smiled again. She had no idea how to get out of the situation and as if it was not painful enough, she also had to pee. Badly.

She had been drinking quite a lot throughout the evening. Always having a cup of water next to her alcohol to keep hydrating. Usually, that was a good idea. But now she started to regret taking that much fluid in at all times. Leah shifted in her place on the couch as Tobias kept talking. Maybe she could just excuse herself. Release herself before the feeling got more pressing. And maybe even get out of this monologue for good. “Sorry,” she tried but her voice came out way too quite like a little mouse and Tobias didn’t notice her. Now that she had noticed her bladder it seemed like the urge got worse by the second. Nothing she couldn’t handle of course. 

Things kept going like that for the longest 15 minutes of her life; Leah kept shifting around in her seat and Tobias kept telling the same story. Finally, he paused for a moment. Leah had switched her pose that she was now sitting on the edge of the red couch. Her legs were firmly pressed together and her thoughts were focused on her need.

“Tobias,” she tried speaking up again. This time he noticed her. “I’ll just go… go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” He just nodded apparently lost in the memory of the fishing trip? Or whatever he had been talking about. Leah stood up, happy to finally be free. 

Reality hit her hard. She needed a moment to catch her balance. She had been drinking more than she had thought. She made her way through the people happy to finally get to the bathroom. She could feel how full her bladder already was, the fluid pressing to be released. She was halfway there as she heard someone call out to her over the music, “Leah, wait!” It was a good friend of her, Sara, who was at the party with her boyfriend Lucas. “Glad that I could catch you. Lucas and I will be leaving soon and we wanted to say thank you for the invitation.” Leah nodded. “He also got something for you. Just wait he’ll be here soon. Just wanted to get it.” 

Leah looked into the direction of the toilet. Another party guest was waiting before the door anyways. She decided that this had priority right now and stayed. “You didn’t have to get me something,” Leah said but Sara just chuckled “You’ve been so dedicated this semester, we thought we should give you a present. Just a smally small gesture.” Sara might have been even drunker than Tobias. She grinned down at Leah who had been getting a bit red around the nose. For a moment she even had almost forgotten that she had to pee. Leah pressed her thighs together trying not to shift in her pace too much while waiting on Lucas. 

She barely even trusted herself to stretch her tired muscles with her bladder this full. She was sure that one could even see the bulge her bladder had formed on her stomach. Lucas didn’t come around quickly. Of course. Sara spent her time trying to talk Leah into another drink. Or at least a shot. Leah, not being good at saying no, finally agreed to a shot and went shakingly with Sara into the kitchen. The two women drank some honey rum that did neither help to sober Leah up nor did it change anything about her bladder. 

Finally, after gruesomely long minutes and another shot later Lucas turned up, “Sorry that I let you wait but I just really needed to pee. I almost pissed myself, can you believe that?” Leah frowned. “But doesn’t matter. Here, that is for you” He gave Leah a small package with a pretty bow. She forced herself to smile, being barely able to feel happy at the moment as her brain just kept signalling Need to pee, Need to pee, all over again. Slowly she opened the box, her legs still pressed together tightly. It was a beautiful black pen with her name engraved in it reading Dr. Leah Sullivan. “You shouldn’t have…,” Leah began but got interrupted straight away “When my best friend gets a Doctor title this is the least thing I can do.” Sara pulled her into a hug. She just pressed herself close to Leah one last time before releasing her that Leah felt it. The small leak of wet, hot pee that had escaped her and left a damp stain in her underwear. “Thank you so much,” Leah said again giving her best not to look ashamed. It might not be visible yet but she knew that she had technically peed herself. How degrading,

Lucas and Sara said their goodbyes and Leah finally continued her journey to the bathroom. She could already feel her surroundings to start spinning, her head felt light from all the alcohol. This wasn’t very helpful in her journey not to make it obvious how hard it was to walk in a straight line, not trip, and not to pee herself. She finally got through the hallway and stood in front of the toilet. Of course, there was still someone in there and Leah had to wait. She was sure of that. She tried the handle anyways but was too busy keeping her legs together to really pay attention. She couldn’t remember when she had to pee that badly for the last time.

Five minutes

Leah shifted in her position. The small release she had felt earlier was gone and all that she could focus on was the relentless pressing of her bladder. She really wanted to hold herself and the wetness she could feel behind her legs did not help.

Ten minutes

Whoever was blocking the bathroom took forever. Leah began to shift back and forth trying her best to ease the urge. It felt almost impossible to keep all the liquid in. Any second it could be too late and the fateful moment would come when she would at least flood her underwear.

Fifteen minutes.

This was impossible. Leah was now moving around quite a bit. At least no one had tried to talk to her or lure her away from her place close to the toilet. She thought about knocking. Just telling the person in there to hurry up. But she didn’t want to be rude.

Sixteen minutes. 

Leah moved closer to the bathroom door again. Every small step took all of her strength. Accepting that her legs were anything but pressed together meant also accepting the possibility of an accident. She was so drunk, and tired, and she just had to pee! A small squirt escaped her forming a small dark spot right between her legs. It felt so good. All Leah wanted to do is let go and finally end this torture.

Seventeen minutes.

Knock Knock. “Hey, how long,” she had no other choice but to push her hands between her legs and hold her pussy. “How long will you” it was so hard to keep it in. Every second it got harder. By now she could feel the pulsating going through her lower regions “take in there?” she finally finished her question. Of course, there was no reaction. Leah tried pushing the handle down like she had tried when she first arrived at the door. The door she could swear had been locked. Without any resistance, the door opened and Leah finally moved inside. It was more wiggling and jumping than walking.

The sheer happiness of finally getting to the bathroom leads her to letting her guard down. She had just closed the door behind herself that a small stream was released against her will. Leah whimpered lowly. She was too drunk for this. Awkwardly she shifted forwards now fully grabbing herself. She could feel the wetness between her legs and knew that is was just a matter of moments that she would lose all strength. Slowly she opened her jeans button trying her best not to press on her stomach while doing so. The button jumped open but it was already too late. With a small whimper, some pee shot into her pants. The wetness spreading more and more. Like an invisible barrier was broken she just couldn’t hold it anymore. Leah tried to get her jeans off her hips and legs as the piss started coming out in a heavy and steady stream. Te liquid gushed into her pants and down her legs and even started splattering onto the floor. “No, no, no” Leah whimpered but there was nothing she could do to help the situation. She stood right in front of the toilet helplessly peeing herself. Too lost and drunk to at least sit down to get anything into the toilet. A big puddle had formed underneath her as she kept peeing unable to stop the flooding. 

As she thought she was done she got out of the wet jeans, directly putting them into the washing machine. Her legs and underwear were dripping wet. She grabbed a towel and dried herself still shocked by the violent accident. Gladly she had a dry pair of pants in the bathroom. But poor Leah hadn’t realised that her bladder wasn’t all that empty yet.

She had just closed the fresh pair of pants in the front as she pressed her bladder a bit. She didn’t really know why. Just a reflex to test her ‘empty’ bladder. Said bladder was still strained from all the holding and did not react well. Leah might have gotten rid of the most pressing part of what she had been holding but she was still not finished. The little push leads her bladder to fully give up and without a warning, a small but unstoppable stream was released. Leah cursed and tried her best to get out of the fresh pants but all help was too late. A stain had formed similar to the one on her jeans. Her bladder still releasing the same small but deadly stream further and further darkening her pants. Leah gave up. With open pants and no hope left she just pressed her bladder and pushed. More and more pee kept gushing out of her, running warm and wet down her legs. Leah moaned. It felt so good to finally release all of the piss she had been holding. She couldn’t help herself but shove her hands into her soaked pants slowly massaging her clit. It was so wet and felt so good. She kept massaging and the build-up was intense. Her head still spinning from the alcohol she let herself fall down onto her knees, into the wet puddle on the floor. Leah moaned and kept touching herself on the floor with her knees wet with her own piss until she felt the familiar tingling of an orgasm building up. 

A louder moan escaped her lips as she got herself to cum and the door swung open.

[bansheesofinisherin2022]

I was tagged years ago by the wonderful @poetsinthealley (tysm!! <3 the hugh dancy obsession here dsjhfghdjgf)

favorite color- all shades of yellow and green! and some of orange. i don’t like neon colours, tho.

last song- Pursuit of Happiness (Nightmare) by Kid Cudi, MGMT and Ratatat

last movie- Crimson Peak, with my brother. I liked it!! (^:

currently watching- Sharp Objects

currently reading- The Other Wind by Ursula K. Leguin and The Bear and The Nightingale by Katherina Arden (for like the 3rd month in a row lol it takes me aaaaages)

sweet, spicy, or savory- sweet!! though, i obviously couldn’t live without the other two flavours either...

tea or coffee- always tea!! coffee is too bitter for my taste. Now that uni is online i created this routine where i make myself 2 cups of tea in different intervals, so that there’s always a warm cup of tea nearby while the other one is cooling down a bit. it also means i have to pee every half an hour. (-:

i’m tagging: @pensomolto, @sharkentine, @roombagreyjoy, @doctorfeathers, @innerartisanfan, @mccools and everyone else who wants to do this

[evilhorse]

All those punches I took left me with a weak bladder.