#distended bladder

[slowardblonkey]

Some of my fav bulges 💛

[jos-emporium]

Oh gods, my bladder is getting full. I can feel how heavy it's getting.

*I'm trying to do better about hydrating and this is just a fun side-effect. ☺️

[jos-reblog-emporium]

Im just a girl who hasn’t peed all day and my bladder is so hard and firm and I’m starting to get a little desperate but I don’t want to pee yet tbh 🤭

Oooooooo! Really? All day? That's such a long time. I bet you’re nearly squirming, being that full. And your bladder is hard and firm? You should push on it. 😈 I bet it's bulging out a bit. You should wait a few more hours and maybe drink a lot of water.

*I'm so so sorry for the late reply! Life has me all over the place.

[spectreofthewoods]

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[doesnotcontain]

I've realized belatedly that whatever the fuck my bladder is doing now might be a side effect of the surgery itself the same way it was last time, and therefore is permanent

[peachyhalstead]

married man | j. halstead

request:Can you do a Jay Halstead x Reader. They are both married and have a child together. The child just started pre-k or kindergarten and since the reader is heavily pregnant Jay has been dropping off and picking up their kid. And maybe like the single moms are flirting with Jay since they think he might be a single dad but they get surprised when the reader picks the kid one day after giving birth.

pairing: established (married) fem!reader x jay halstead

word count: 1.75k

warnings: none??

a/n: dad!jay dad!jay dad!jay !!!!! they have a little boy (his name is dylan) and a newborn girlie (what should her name be)

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Grumbling as the alarm went off, you blindly reached over and whacked Jay on the chest. “Why’s it have to be so loud?”

Jay chuckled, silencing his phone’s alarm. “It’s not even that loud, babe.”

You glared at him through narrow eyes. “If I wasn’t about to pop right now I’d give you a piece of my mind.”

Letting out a hearty laugh, Jay got out of bed and folded his portion of the comforter back up, trapping the heat for you. “Only a few more weeks, babe. Then you’ll be able to move without having to pee every two seconds.”

You slowly followed Jay, yawning and rubbing the nine-month bump as you headed into the kitchen to package your son’s lunch.

He had recently started kindergarten, and loved telling you and Jay about all his escapades with his classmates as he learned different things.

“I could’ve done that, you didn’t have to get up.” Jay said, popping a capsule into the coffee machine and starting it.

Shrugging, you zipped the lunchbox closed and set it next to the matching blue backpack, one hand going to rub at the sore spot on your back. “I knew I wasn’t going to be able to fall back to sleep.”

Jay noticed, and his hands slowly made their way to the exact spot that bothered you in your first pregnancy. “Who do you thinks going to ask me out today, hm?”

Laughing softly, you clicked your tongue at Jay. “You really enjoy that, don’t you? Miss getting hit on?”

Jay shook his head. “Don’t miss it one bit. Just enjoy seeing those soccer moms think their whispers are quiet.”

A few weeks ago Jay had mentioned that some of the moms at drop-off had been talking about Jay, commenting on his lack of wedding band and no significant other ever at drop off or pick up.

“Momma, when will you go to school with me?” Dylan asked, your son finally making his appearance in his pajamas.

“Soon, little bug. Once Little Sister is here, I’ll drop you off with Daddy some days.”

Dylan frowned. “Can Sissy come now?”

You huffed, wanting nothing more than to deliver the weight that seemed to be constantly on your bladder. “I wish, but I think she needs a few more weeks.”

Jay smiled into his coffee cup, phone chiming with a text from Hailey. “Come on, Dyl. Let’s get dressed so you can show your friends your new shoes.”

Dylan beamed at the thought, and followed Jay back to his room, leaving you alone in the warm kitchen. The aroma of coffee lingered as you found a chair to rest in, hand absently tracing circles over your distended belly.

A sigh of contentment escaped you; this was your world, and despite the groggy mornings and occasional aggravations - like trying to convince Dylan to brush his teeth properly - you wouldn’t change it for anything else. That was the beauty of family - it wasn’t always perfect, but it was yours. And that made all the imperfections precious in their own odd way.

The sound of Jay's voice pulled you from your thoughts as he asked Dylan to choose between two shirts. You smiled, knowing how seriously your little boy took these morning decisions. Sipping on some water and slowly standing up, you decided to start breakfast.

The scent of eggs and bacon soon filled the room, joining the still lingering coffee aroma. Dylan would be excited; he loved his simple morning breakfasts. As you were flipping an egg, Jay returned with Dylan in tow. Their matching grins caught your eye.

“What are you two up to?” You questioned playfully, adjusting your hold on your bump.

“Nothing,” they both chimed in unison, their grins growing even wider.

“Okay,” you drew out the first syllable, grabbing a plate and moving the eggs for Dylan to eat, blowing on them as you cut them into pieces.

“Eat, then Daddy will bring you to school.” You smiled, cracking a few more eggs and grabbing a tortilla and the toppings you knew Jay liked, quickly making a breakfast wrap for him.

Wrapping it in foil, you smiled to yourself as you heard Jay helping Dylan put on his sneakers.

“Ok, we gotta go, Little Man! Go give Momma a kiss.”

Dylan skipped over to you, wrapping his little arms around your legs, promising you he’d come home with a drawing to put in the nursery.

Thanking him, you smiled at Jay as he grabbed the wrap and his badge, stopping to press a kiss to your forehead. “Take it easy today, babe.”

“I will. Go break hearts and catch perps, Jay.”

——

Jay hid his eye roll as he followed Dylan to the drop off location, ignoring the looks from the few single mothers nearby.

“I mean, who in their right mind wouldn’t grab that ass? He’s such a good dad, too.”

Jay overheard one of the mothers and shook his head, stifling a laugh. He still found it amusing and somewhat flattering to know that he was the topic of their little gossip circle. But he also knew firmly where his heart lay - at home with you and Dylan, and soon, your new little girl.

As Dylan scampered off towards his classroom, he turned to Jay with a big grin. "Daddy, do you think I can tell Mrs. Johnson about Sissy coming soon?"

Jay bent down to his level, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Of course, buddy. I'm sure she will be thrilled to hear it."

At that moment, a pair of giggling women walked by, shooting him suggestive glances over their shoulders. He merely smiled politely before turning away.

Arriving back at the car, Jay pulled out his phone and saw a text from you: Feeling better now that the house is empty. How did drop off go?

He quickly typed back: Smooth as always. He's telling all his teachers about his soon-to-be little sister.

Satisfied, he started the vehicle and headed towards the precinct. His phone chimed again with your response: That's my boy! Take care at work, Jay.

He chuckled as he imagined you grinning at your phone, feet kicked up on the coffee table even though you often chided him for doing the same thing.

——

The routine didn’t shift for the next few weeks, but the gossiping mothers were surprised when Dylan was dropped off by Will one day, Jay at the hospital where you were currently resting with the newest addition to the family.

“Uncle Will, can we see Momma and Sissy after school?” Dylan asked, tugging on his uncle’s hand.

"Of course, buddy," Will replied with a soft smile, watching as Dylan's face lit up with joy. "I bet they can't wait to see you."

Once Dylan scampered off towards his classroom, Will indulged in a moment of silence. He was used to the emergency room's relentless noise and bustle, so the unfamiliar hush of the school yard in the early morning was a welcome respite. A group of mothers were huddled together, shooting glances his way. Perhaps he was becoming part of their gossip routine now too - he silently hoped otherwise.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Jay could barely tear his gaze away from you sleeping peacefully, the tiny bundle in his arms a testament to your strength and love. His heart swelled in his chest at the sight; you looked more beautiful than ever, your face radiating an exhausted but blissful glow as your daughter, their daughter, clung onto his finger with her small hand.

Just then, she stirred awake and let out a soft whimper which turned into a loud wail. He quickly got up and started to gently rock her, not wanting her cries to disturb your much-needed rest.

“Hey there, little princess,” he cooed softly as he bounced her gently in his arms. “Let’s not wake Mommy up now.”

After a few minutes of gentle rocking and hushed lullabies - Jay trying his best to remember the ones you sung to Dylan when he was an infant, the baby quieted down, blue eyes peering up at her father.

“Hi, munchkin. You already have half of Chicago’s first responders wrapped around your finger.” He whispered, soft smile at his lips as he thought back to the replies from his team when he sent the photo of the baby in the group chat.

"The other half is itching to meet you. Just wait until Uncle Will gets a hold of you. You're going to be spoiled rotten." He laughed softly, mindlessly tracing a finger over his daughter's tiny forehead.

His phone buzzed where he had left it on the bedside table. It was a message from Will letting him know that Dylan had been dropped off at school and asking if they could come by after school to see the baby.

Jay's heart swelled, even more, knowing his son was equally excited about his little sister's arrival. Jay quickly typed a response, assuring Will they would be more than happy to have visitors later in the day.

——

The day passed in a flurry of nurses checking vitals and bringing meals, phone calls from family and friends, and quiet moments spent marveling over their newest addition. Dylan was bursting with energy when Will brought him by after school, his wide eyes taking in everything with an infectious excitement that had everyone in the room smiling.

"Momma, Sissy is really small!" Dylan whispered in awe as he approached the bed, carefully peering over the edge of the bassinet.

You chuckled at his innocent observation as Jay helped him climb up onto the bed to get a better look. "Yes, she is," you agreed with a fond smile. "You were that small, too, Little Man!”

Dylan looked at you with wide eyes, shaking his head. “Nuh-uh!”

“Mhmm!” You replied, fixing his shirt as he squirmed to get another look at his sister.

“When can you and Sissy come to school?” He asked, looking at you.

Jay laughed quietly, and you looked at your husband. “Soon, Dyl.”

——

Two weeks later, you consoled the crying baby as Jay helped Dylan put his backpack on. “Can Sissy come meet Mrs. Johnson?”

Shaking your head, you carefully strapped the little girl into her carrier, softly rubbing her cheek. “Not yet. Maybe during the spring concert, but she’s still too little.”

Jay stood up and grabbed his keys. “She can help Momma and Daddy drop you off, though. That sound good?”

Dylan’s face lit up at the thought. “Yeah! Everyone will get to see her!” He jumped excitedly before Jay guided him out the door.

Satisfied with your successful early morning, you carried the baby carrier to the car and buckled it in securely at the back seat. Moving around was still a little tough for you but you were slowly getting the hang of things. You climbed into the passenger side, glancing back at Dylan who was squirming in his seat with anticipation.

The drive to the school was filled with Dylan's non-stop chatter about what he was going to show his little sister. Jay had a soft smile on his face as he listened to his son, occasionally glancing at you in admiration and shared joy.

Once they arrived in front of the school, Dylan unbuckled himself and carefully opened your car door for you. “Be careful, Momma!” He cautioned, making Jay chuckle as he followed behind with his son’s backpack.

You smiled, letting Jay go ahead with Dylan so he wasn’t late, working to unstrap your daughter’s carrier so Dylan could see her one last time before he was in school.

“Jay, haven’t seen you the last few days. Is everything okay?” One of the mothers who had tried to hit on Jay asked, faux worry on her face.

Jay wore a smile as he turned to the woman, Dylan's hand tucked safely in his own as they made their way toward the school entrance. "Yeah, everything’s great, actually. My wife just gave birth to our second child," he responded casually, nodding his head towards the car where you were carefully lifting the baby carrier.

The woman blinked in surprise before offering a tight-lipped smile, "Oh, I didn’t know... congratulations."

"Thanks," Jay replied with a nod before turning his attention back to Dylan whose bundle of excitement was barely contained. As Jay opened the door for him to enter he looked into the bright eyes of his son and smiled reassuringly, "You ready?"

Dylan nodded eagerly, already tugging on his father's hand to drag him inside. Jay followed docilely, striding up the hallway towards Dylan's classroom.

Meanwhile, you were still out by the car, struggling slightly with the baby carrier that seemed to weigh even more than your now two-week-old daughter. A few mothers noticed and stepped forward to help you, their faces lighting up at the sight of the infant bundled up against the cold.

"Oh she's absolutely adorable!" One woman cooed, and you recognized her from when Jay was telling you how one of them started to wear low-cut tops after he started doing drop off duty.

You walked with them to the doors, smile brightening when you saw Jay and Dylan at the door, the young boy wanting to say goodbye to his sister.

“Bye, Sissy! Bye, Momma!” Dylan smiled, giving his sister a kiss and hugging your legs, unaware that his farewells caused the mothers who had walked with you to gasp lightly.

Jay’s smile widened at Dylan's display of affection, ruffling his son's hair gently, "Alright, champ. We’ll pick you up later. Have a great day at school."

Dylan nodded eagerly before disappearing into the bustling school building with his teacher. The remaining mothers turned to you, their surprised expressions replaced by warm, slender smiles as they admired your little girl.

Back in the car, you laughed as Jay started the ignition. “Think I felt the daggers from some of the moms when they found out you’re married.”

Jay snorted, turning back to the road to your house. “Well, that or when they found out we have great sex. Either way, watch your back, babe.”

You gawked at Jay’s remark, hitting him in the chest. “Jay! Your daughter is listening!”

“Oh, she’ll hear worse when Ruz babysits her." ------ a/n: send requests if you wanna!!

[dandelionsoda]

Taking three subs who have been completely denied for months on end to the point that they are insanely needy and desperate to cum, then filling them up with diuretic sweet tea and cider and icy lemonade until their bladders are distended like bowling balls. Whoever manages to hold it the longest finally has the dom's permission to orgasm. They're writhing and squirming and whimpering, so full to the brim that it almost hurts, but this might be their only chance to get off for god knows how long, and they're left aching for both kinds of relief.

To make it extra difficult, their dom takes them into the bathroom and sets the faucet running. All three are miserably groaning and twitching and trying not to look at the toilet that's right in front of them, waiting for one of the others to break. Eventually somebody's willpower gives out and the ones still holding have to grit their teeth through listening right up close to the loser's gushing firehose piss, their gasps of relief, the sound of them flushing and washing their hands, empty but still maddeningly pent-up and frustrated. It's almost too much for the other two to take, and they're left in a state of agony as they weigh up the cost of letting go vs keeping it in. It's eventually decided for the second loser (doomed from the start by their smaller bladder capacity) as their body reaches its limit and they involuntarily piss themselves right in front of the toilet, leaving them not only denied but without even the dignity of dry clothes.

The dom congratulates the winner of their little contest and insistently leads them out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom, ignoring their frantic backward glances at the toilet. The sub thought if they were allowed to cum then surely they'd get to pee first, but the dom laughs and explains that they never said that. The winner will have to hold their bursting bladder the whole time that the dom is fucking them, and it had better be just as full by the time they're done. Any leaks and the deal is off.

[maslows-pyramid-scheme]

Actually bathrooms shouldn't be gendered at all that's half the problem.

In communities that lack access to single-sex bathrooms, you witness an increase in the rate of sexual violence, physical health issues like incontinence, and mental health issues like PTSD. If women's health and safety aren't a problem to you, then by all means continue insisting that there's no need to provide them, but you should know these issues disproportionately affect poor women, disabled women, young women, and women from ethnically, linguistically, and racially diverse backgrounds (e.g. bathrooms in northern India are particularly unsafe for women).

I'll leave you with a quote from a book I read recently - Invisible Women, by Caroline Criado Perez:

According to the UN, one in three women lack access to safe toilets, and WaterAid reports that girls and women collectively spend 97 billion hours a year finding a safe space to relieve themselves [which affects their productivity, as women are more likely to be engaged in the informal economy, and their safety]. Local governments that fail to provide public toilets may believe that they are cutting costs, but a 2015 Yale study suggests that this is a false economy. [They linked] the ‘risk of sexual assault to the number of sanitation facilities and the time a woman must spend walking to a toilet, and calculated the tangible costs (lost earnings, medical, court, and prison expenses) and intangible costs (pain and suffering, risk of homicide) [against] the cost of installing and maintaining public toilets … [they found public toilets could save one town $5 million better off, which is a conservative estimate, as it doesn’t include the various health benefits saved from women having more regular and more private bowel movements (e.g. chronic constipation, cholera)]. Health problems arising from a lack of public sanitary provision are not restricted to low-income countries. Canadian and British studies have revealed that referrals for urinary-tract infection, problems with distended bladders, and a range of other uro-gynaeloogical problems have increased proportionately to [toilet inaccessibility]. Urban planning that fails to account for women’s risk of being sexually assaulted is a clear violation of women’s equal right to public spaces – and inadequate sanitary provision is only one of the many ways planners exclude women with this kind of gender-insensitive design. ... For women who try to escape from war and disaster, the gender-neutral nightmare often continues in the refugee camps of the world … [although] international guidelines state that toilets in refugee camps should be sex-segregated, marked, and lockable, [sic] these requirements are often not enforced [and] research by the Women’s Refugee Commission has found that women and girls in accommodation centres in Germany and Sweden are vulnerable to rape, assault, and other violence…

[lonelynpc]

Waking Up Unconscious Characters

on the topic of whump!

if you want somebody to attempt to wake an unconscious character, here's how we do it when waking you from anaesthesia:

always speak in a loud and clear voice. we need to make sure they can hear us.

identify ourselves. this includes what our role is so, "this is (my name), i'm your anaesthetist/doctor." sometimes i will also say, "we met before," just to try jog their memory a little bit.

use the patient's name.

comfort and reassure. we avoid saying, "everything's okay," or similar but we will say, "this is normal," "we're looking after you," "the procedure went well," etc.

"(name), open your eyes for me. i need you to open your eyes now." notice it's a command, not "can you open your eyes for me?" when patients are confused, we sometimes see a sort of "i can but i won't" response. can't leave room for confusion, we need to be direct.

tap their shoulder firmly, if possible. obviously, if they've just had surgery on their shoulder or have a shoulder injury we might tap a leg or their chest instead. we will also loudly and clearly speak to them while doing this.

apply painful stimuli. this doesn't mean we're hitting them. we're stimulating a patient to get a response to assess LOC. mandibular pressure is the common one in anaesthesia, if it was the surgical site or if there is an injury there we won't do it, we might do the trapezius squeeze instead.

"hey, (name), this is (my name), your anaesthetist. you're just waking up from surgery, alright?" let them know what's going on, identify yourself again. keep using their name.

once they open their eyes, acknowledge it. i say, "there we go, hello again, (name)," and then reiterate the above.

tell them to stay still, talk them through what we're doing. "stay still for a second, we're taking the tube out, okay?" if a character is going to be moving or touching the injured character, even if they are still unresponsive, they should explain what they're doing. "i'm putting you on your side," "i'm just checking you for injuries," "it looks like you've hurt your arm, i'm going to take a look."

here's some responses people have when waking up from anaesthesia (often they do not remember this):

crying a lot. this is very common and usually if we ask why they're crying, they say they don't know so we tend to just assure them that this is normal and it will pass. we also often see this if a procedure went for longer than anticipated and the bladder is distended.

combative responses. some patients wake up swinging because they're confused, in pain, etc. some wake up combative because the procedure went for longer than anticipated and their bladder is distended too, that's a common cause of aggression on emergence.

urinary incontinence. it happens, we assure them that it's normal and not to be embarrassed, clean them up and cover them. sometimes it happens before they're 'awake'.

flirting or declarations of love. it sounds weird but it happens. it also happens when we're putting them under too. i had a patient tell me that i have beautiful eyes and make kissy faces at me once.

some people get erections. it's sometimes seen in response to certain anaesthetic agents. maybe not whump material but it's interesting so there you go.

immediately trying to move, pull monitors off or IVs out, etc.

singing. now, i haven't seen this super often and it's not full singing but they try their best. i had a patient mumble-singing the lyrics to funky cold medina once (instrumental included), he had no recollection of it later.

non-purposeful movement. thrashing, writhing, turning, etc with no intention.

crying, combative responses, non-purposeful movement, etc are known as 'emergence agitation' (EA).

i hope that helps a bit and gives some ideas!

[slowardblonkey]

Bladder bulge so huge it’s busting out of her pants 🥵

[jos-emporium]

I’ve decided to create an omorashi bingo game for 2025!!!

I’d love suggestions for what to add! (I only have like two ideas). I will update the cards as I get more ideas.

Asks have been turned back on for this. Please no solicitors--y'all really making having asks turned on not fun.

Help me fill it up!! (pun fully intended)!!

Also, if you have full suggestions, I'd appreciate them also!!

[jos-reblog-emporium]

I haven’t peed in almost 5 hours and I’ve had to pee for the past 4 ! I don’t think I can handle any more liquid in my bladder even if I tried!

Well, that's horribly unfortunate. I guess you only have to drink a little less. I still think you should. (don't if you really can't).

You should at least hold a little longer. (as long as you're being safe and healthy). Let's say 45 minutes? I think you can manage. Then maybe you can have some relief.

[thehypnone]

Could I please request some t4t dewtom piss? Only if you feel comfortable with it of course

as @wrathofrats said, "twinks scissoring, SAVE ME TWINKS SCISSORING"

Every hurt little whine that falls from Phantom’s lips is music to Dewdrop’s ears.

It—the whole thing—is truly a bliss with the young quintessence ghoul’s wet pussy sliding against the fire ghoul’s own, his desperate little humps and, the best of it all, his stomach; currently slightly distended with his need to piss.

Dewdrop digs a thumb of the hand that’s sitting just on the sharp, jutting out bone of Phantom’s hip into that soft skin, dents it and listens to the other ghoul wail.

“Please, please, D–Dewy, I can’t–can’t hold it,” he cries, the pathetic twitches of his hips as he tries to slide his little cock between the fire ghoul’s folds not pausing for a second. 

“Yes, you can,” he moans, bucking up and letting go of his side. Phantom sighs as the pressure on his bladder eases slightly, but it’s barely any relief. He really can’t hold it for much longer.

He knows he has to wait, though. He knows he can’t cum or piss before he gets his t-dick into Dewdrop’s cunt. It’s terribly difficult with how wet and sloppy they both are and, of course, with how small Phantom’s cock actually is. Barely a cock, really.

Still, Dewdrop knows he can do it and no pleas of the quintessence ghoul will stop him. He’ll make him.

“Focus,” he snarls, albeit with no real venom. He’s nearly as desperate and blissed out as the other as they slide against each other, although when Phantom’s forehead drops against his sternum as he lets out a wrecked sob, something in Dewdrop’s chest squeezes painfully. “Look at me, ant. Come on, look at me.”

Phantom obliges—on the verge of crying real tears—and his big, wet puppy eyes are the fire ghoul’s undoing. “Oh, sweet thing. You can do it, it’s okay,” he coos at him sweetly.

The other’s breath hitches and he drops his head again, looking down on where he and Dewdrop meet, hypnotized by the sight of their flushed cunts rubbing against each other. He fists the sheets around him as he tries to really concentrate in a borderline comical way. Phantom arches his back and wiggles his hips and prays to anyone that will listen that his dick will just pop–

“Oh,” Dewdrop moans wantonly out of nowhere and Phantom freezes, on the verge of crying from relief. “Fuck, fuck, s–see, ant? There you g–go.”

It's the fire ghoul’s turn to clench his fists and squeeze his eyes shut as he tries to get Phantom deeper—even though they both realize it’s not possible—without making his little dick slip out.

“Dew, Dewy, please, please, can I–I–I need to–” he babbles, absolutely frozen, not daring to move a millimeter.

“Yes,” is all Dewdrop can choke out and it’s all it takes for Phantom’s orgasm to wash over him and for his piss to start flowing with it.

The feeling of the quintessence ghoul shuddering against him and his hot piss soiling the sheets under them makes the sensation of his little cock inside Dewdrop that much better, and one good roll of his hips is enough to make him cum, too. He falls back with a heaving chest as his cunt pulses around the small intrusion and leaks some more, adding to the mess.

They both start crying with relief.

[sympathypuker]

Boost for pickles 💕

I know the times are rough for everyone, but if anyone is willing/able to boost this so we can continue to support pickles that would be amazing 🥹 a month ago he spent five days in the ER for a distended and blocked bladder. It was quoted to be three days (it’s about 1k a day) which was rough but manageable, but it turned into five and now it’s super rough and idk how we’re managing. So many people have supported our pages so far and honestly that’s going to be life changing for us, but I know we have a bit of a road to go down :/ links are below, if you read all of this, THANK YOU you’re amazing

Cashapp is $alxwly

Venmo is @ yaboyhide

Gfm is linked!

[weirdoldstans]

Stan whimpers behind his pacifier gag, fidgeting where he sat in Ford’s lap, clutching Lamby. He had to per so badly. But according to this new game, he can’t wet his diapers until Ford gives him permission, and he hasn’t yet. Even though he’s fed Stan four whole bottles of water, even though he’s pressing in his bladder, he hasn’t given permission for Stan to go yet.

“Shhhh, I know I know. My little boy wants to go pee pee so bad, right? You’re so full to bursting, I can feel it, right here,” he pats Stan’s distended bladder, forcing more whimpers from his throat. “Do’t worry, Daddy will let you go potty soon, you just have to do something for me, alright?” Stan nods furiously, he’d do anything to be able to piss right now. He feels Ford maneuver him until he’s facing him, their crotches pressed tightly against each other. Stan can feel how hard Ford is right now.

“Rock against me, sweetheart, that’s right. Rub against your daddy.” Stan all but sobs, his aching cock getting harder than the previous half chub he was supporting. He needs to go potty so badly, it hurts. So, so deliciously hurts.

“That’s a boy, your big boy cock is so nice and hard now, hmm?” Stan nods again, panting out against the gag and clutching both Ford and Lamby. “That’s my good boy. Okay Stanley, you can go pee pee in your diapers now.” And Stan just feels such a release then, the pressure on his cock, on his bladder, and Ford’s words all combining into an orgasmic experience. He humps furiously against Ford, turning Lamby’s head away so he doesn’t have to see this, his cock streaming piss and come into his diapers, warming it and making it puff up. He can feel Ford come to, his grasping hands and muffled groans ringing in his ears. After a few minutes where Stan is still humping, Ford gently removes him from his lap, laying Stan down on the bed, panting. He undoes the pacifier gag and before he goes to get him a bottle of more water, Stan mutters out-

“Can we play again, daddy?”

AHHH NICE!!

stan having to go so BAD but holding back bc daddy told him to...aaaaa

(and turning lamby away!! beautiful!!)

thank you!!

[skellymom]

"Vagabonds" Chapter 17 "WTF?"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

To read Chapter 16 "Trip Like I Do"

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/758770205138845696/vagabonds-chapter-16-trip-like-i-do?source=share

Word Count: 1.1K

Background: BIG POSSIBLY SCARY SURPRISE for Mad! What is going on with Tiggy? Hunter is WTF???

I'm SLOWLY gearing up for the crux of the story here...

Warning: Swearing, brief nudity (no specifics), mention of IMAGINED body horror.

(Credit: Cool dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers)

Recap:

Hunter put his hand on top of Mad’s hand where it lay on his chest.  She could feel his heartbeat against her palm.  He looked into her eyes...now morphing back into a light shade of green... 

“The ONLY way WE will end...is when this stops...ok?” 

“You believe in...the LONG road?  For us???” Mad timidly asked. 

“I’ll ride that LONG road with you...  On you...” He snorted, trying to stay serious.  Failing miserably.  “You’ll ride my long road...something...something...  MAKER!” 

Mad started to giggle.  “What the FUCK..?”  New tears rolled down her cheeks...from laughter. 

“Listen...tellin’ you somethin’...PROFOUND.”  Hunter was serious...then broke out in laughter himself. 

“Very romantic, Hunky.” Mad teased. 

“Heh...know...what I mean???”  Hunter quieted, lovingly caressing Mad’s cheek. 

“I do.” Mad kissed Hunter on the lips.  “I really do.” 

"WTF?"

Mad awoke early.  Her mouth completely dry but bladder full to bursting.  Tiggy was laying atop her abdomen AGAIN. 

The pup had ANOTHER growth spurt and was considerably bigger than just a day before.   

And she was HEAVY. 

“How in the heck did YOU get in here?” Mad scolded. 

Tiggy’s stubby half-tail wagged enthusiastically. 

“Off...I’m gonna pee myself!” Pushing the pup off her, flipping the comforter back, running to the tiny refresher in her stateroom... 

...barely making it.  Then total relief. 

Mad grabbed a handful of refresher paper while sitting down, allowing her to wake up a bit more... 

Her abdomen felt...strange...not where it should be... 

It was lying on the top of her thighs. 

Mad had a fuller bladder than this in the past.  Nights of heavy drinking, passing out, then waking up to an almost painful fullness.  So much, her belly would be slightly distended.  But NOTHING like this. 

But her bladder was empty now... 

And it was STILL distended. 

She gingerly pressed on the skin of her abdomen.  Not the doughiness of extra water weight gain from too many late-night salty snacks or sitting forward on the loo with her skin and extra tummy bulge making an appearance.  It wasn’t gas either... 

Mad sat up straight as a board and poked again.   

Her abdomen was FIRM. 

What the KRIFF??? 

Mad finished her business in the refresher, flushed, washed, then padded out to the bedroom. 

Tiggy had taken up her spot on the bed. 

Hunter was passed out, face down on the bed. 

Mad looked down at her naked form again.  Standing up didn’t help either.  She began to dress donning a blouse, panties, then attempting pants... 

They WOULD NOT close. 

She let them drop to the floor. 

Mad was not a stranger to changes in her body.  The Nomaadi keep and alter their own clothing their whole life from cradle to grave, alterations done as their body changes with age.  Mad had gained an extra “tire” in her abdomen and went up several bra/binder sizes since birthing Love...almost 15 YEARS AGO. 

Since then, she had not experienced any other significant changes due to constantly being on the run and at most times food scarcity.  This kept her not skinny, but not overweight, either. 

One large meal shouldn’t have done this.   

Mad covered her belly with both hands, staring down at them in a panic. 

Do...do I... have an aggressive TUMOR???  OH SHIT...is THAT why TIggy keeps hanging around and laying on my belly???  Dogs can smell the neoplasia cells?  Isn’t that something I heard about from Tech??? 

Mad’s mind backed up to the events of the past several days. 

...or...what did that doctor DO to me??? 

“Pants optional today?”  

Mad jumped out of her skin. 

Hunter was still laying on his stomach, eyes open watching Mad.  He had a tired but very satisfied grin on his face.  His voice was deeper from just waking up and being dehydrated, too.

“Come 'ere...back to bed...” Hunter poked Tiggy so she would move off the bed.   

It didn’t work. 

“Hunter...” Mad didn’t move. 

“You smell sooo good Mesh’la...” His voice graveled dryly.  “Scent all up in my nose..” 

“Uh...Hunter...” 

“Gotta pee first...be back...” He groggily got off the bed walked past Mad...inhaling sharply in her direction “Mmmmm....” 

Just sniffed her like she was a gourmet dish. 

Then shut the door to the refresher. 

Mad sat down on the edge of the bed.  Her abdomen rested on the tops of her thighs.  Tiggy got up, nestling against Mad... sniffing at her abdomen with intense interest.   

Mad listened to Hunter shuffling around in the refresher: noisily relieving himself, flushing, turning on the tap, splashing water, brushing his teeth...as the now bigger almost young adult dog scrabbled up onto Mad and laid across her abdomen like a lap quilt. 

And stayed there...her docked tail wagging. 

Hunter finally emerged from the refresher looking refreshed...naked... 

...he smiled sweetly at Mad letting his eyes rove down her body... 

Then his smile faded.  “What is Tech FEEDING that thing?  She's getting bigger!” 

“That’s not the only thing that’s bigger.”  Mad attempted to pick up Tiggy, who refused to budge.  “MOVE!” Mad demanded. 

Tiggy exhaled a small, frustrated sigh, got up and trundled off Mad’s belly.  Then she promptly spun around, threw herself on the bed with her head resting on the side of Mad’s abdomen.  An irritated groan emitted from her. 

Hunter’s eyes widened.  “Might have been high as a Keeradak, but I know THAT wasn’t there last night.” 

“I...think something’s WRONG.” 

“Does it hurt?” 

“No...” 

“May I?” Hunter approached, got down on one knee and offered a hand. 

“Yeah...go ahead.” 

He laid his callused hands on either side of Mad’s belly. 

He cocked his head...listening... 

Then laid his head down, ear against her skin concentrating...

Mad held her breath...her own heartbeat in her ears. 

Hunter raised his head up with wide eyes and proclaimed... 

“There’s SOMETHING swimming around in there.” 

Mad bolted up screaming, flinging poor Tiggy off the bed.   

She inadvertently pushed Hunter back onto the floor in her panic. 

“OH SHIT!  OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT...” Mad paced the room terrified...arms away from her body, shaking her hands spastically...”WHAT the fuck is it?  WHAT THE FUCK IS INSIDE ME???” 

“Hey!”  Hunter landed hard on his ass from the push.  His eyes wide as he watched Mad pace the room in a highly agitated state. 

“What if that doctor put a PARASITE in there?” 

“Mad...” 

“I was SO TRUSTING!  Just trying to do a job that paid some decent credits... “She was talking out loud to herself.  Winding up so tight Hunter feared she’d snap. 

“MAD!” 

“How big is it going to get?  Will it eat me ALIVE from the INSIDE?  HOW’S IT GETTING OUT OF MY BODY...” Mad stopped and stared terrified at Hunter...her mouth wide, jaw hanging open. 

He could almost SEE where Mad’s mind was going... 

IS IT GOING TO BURST OUT OF MY BODY AND SPREAD MY GUTS EVERYWHERE?!? 

Hunter could see her LAST shred of self-control pull away as she imagined something incredibly HORRIBLE... 

Hunter SLOWLY got up from the floor, hands in front of him, hoping to calm Mad down.  “Hey...let's just...” 

Mad suddenly turned around and BOLTED out the stateroom door...nearly knocking Echo over. 

“TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!!!”  Mad SCREAMED as she ran through the Beldame to the Marauder... 

She STILL wasn’t wearing pants. 

Tiggy barked furiously and took off after Mad, tearing out of the stateroom...and almost knocked Echo over, too. 

Hunter stood there buck naked with his hands out...speechless. 

Echo’s head peeked around the corner comically at Hunter “Trouble in Paradise???” 

Hunter, frustrated, threw his hands up in the air, then grabbed his clothes off the floor... 

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