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Angel wasn't sure when she'd first figured out that touching herself felt better when her bladder was full. Must have been in her early teens perhaps; pre-transition, although even then she'd often preferred to rub herself through her clothes than touch herself in the way the boys in her class had talked about. At some point she'd made the connection, though, and the two had become coupled in her mind - every time she had felt horny, she'd delayed using the bathroom until she could rub one out. Every time she needed to pee, she felt horny. She must've been around 16 - just starting to dress as a girl and experiment with makeup and names - when she first flew too close to the sun. Her libido had goaded her into skipping her usual bathroom breaks in the afternoon classes at school, and then to head home without relieving her increasingly urgent bladder, only to discover to mixed horror and excitement that the bus was on a 45 minute delay. When she finally disembarked, half bent over with her hand shoved between her legs, for the 20 minute walk from the bus stop to home, she realized for the first time since childhood that she wasn't sure she was going to make it. When the first dribbles forced their way out of her as she frantically waddled across the park, still five minutes away from her parents bathroom, she realized with a pang of adrenaline that she was sure she wasn't. The orgasm she had had through her flooded panties in the bushes that afternoon had made her see stars. So now, as an adult, that too had become part of her routine. She felt a quiet thrill every time she would deny herself a trip to the bathroom. Every time she left a bar after three pints without visiting the stalls, every time she'd start on her drive home from work having "forgotten" to relieve herself, and every time she'd let herself ignore the urgent signals from her bladder to play another round at a video game, she felt that same erotic thrill shoot down her spine. And then, when she was just about at the brink of losing it, she'd strip down to her panties, press her fingers into her crotch, and let her body take over.
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