#nervous bladder

[wanderingmind867]

Ever since July, I've had stomach issues. My doctor never really figured out what was causing them, but me and my dad just figured they were going away, so we stopped asking about them. But they never really went away. I get constipation a lot lately. And like, that's better than having to go bathroom at school. But it's still not very fun to deal with. But sadly, I think I've just gotten used to the stomach problems. They've been going on for so long, that it's easy for me to overlook them.

And I also have a nervous stomach. So before bed or before school, I'll spend 20 minutes or more in the bathroom. I never want to leave the bathroom, because I'm scared I'll end up needing to go pee at school or get up from my bed to go pee, or any number of other things. It's becoming a real hassle at bedtime, but I'm slowly growing used to this problem too. I think I made a post venting about this before, where I wondered if it was possibly masturbation causing this problem. I still don't know, honestly. But I'm all too used to it, sadly.

[liriostigre]

If praying has ever worked for any of you, can you please pray that Jeremy comes back home. He ran away a few days ago and I'm heartbroken

[tomogirl]

The real dream is to be able to stream myself playing games as a png tuber but i also have a waist down camera (you know where this is going already~), but have viewers make me hydrate and maybe even control the butt plug (or sometimes my wand~) i have connected to certain donations and point redemptions. And you can watch me squirm and struggle to play the game as time goes on. Maybe i roll a challenge wheel whenever someone redeems a certain amount of points, they could be game related, or more,,, physically related, and of course they are gonna have punishments if i dont complete them 🥰

And maybe once it gets to the point i cant even focus or play the game right anymore chat convinces me to just show me squirming and writhing in my chair for them to enjoy, all while teasing me through chat and fucking with point redemptions and donos

And once i finally break and start to have a accident the viewers in chat go wild, teasing me but also telling me how well i did, and after a bit the stream ends and i have to figure out how to clean up my mess 🥰🥰🥰

[prince-liest]

Night shift in the hospital on Christmas week is so delightfully boring, hahaha. It's my first time covering nights on inpatient and I was relatively nervous about it at first because it involves covering nearly 30 patients alone (well, normally alone; this is a "practice" nights week for me so I have a senior with me)... but unlike day shift, you're not generally managing actual patient care at night, you're just fielding calls from the night nurses in case they need something that an MD/DO has to order. It's also generally day team's job to be like, "Hey, we anticipate X might happen with this patient. If that happens, do Y or Z."

So far it's been a couple of shifts and they've been quite delightfully boring, which is how I like it. Come in at 6pm, take signout from the two teams we're covering, admit anywhere from 0 to 3 patients and staff them with the night attending (admissions done by 10pm, he leaves at midnight), scour the emergency department tracking shell a few times to see if we're going to have to do any admissions after that (we're required to do admissions for any residency clinic patients - so far we haven't needed to), waffle around and finish our notes until it seems like a reasonable time to get a move on, have midnight lunch, and then retire to the call rooms until our alarms ring at 5:45am and we do sign out at 6.

Throughout this, we also get calls for things like "Can this patient have a melatonin?" and follow up on anything that was pending overnight (day team usually tries to make sure we don't need to but sometimes it can't be avoided - usually it's been trending troponins or hemoglobin), and on one occasion yesterday we went to a mildly funny rapid response that occurred because someone freaked out about a patient's pre-existing neurological deficits (she was super stable; not sure what the rapid team was, like, meant to do in that situation, lol).

Anyway, I've been sleeping from somewhere between midnight and 1am until 5:45am so far which has been great. The mattress in my call room is absolutely horrific, though, lol. It's like 4 inches thick and somehow has springs in there. Better me than my senior, though - she's got the slightly nicer mattress but still gets less sleep than me because I'm pretty good at just knocking out.

Today will be my first day taking calls independently, so fingers crossed it goes as boring as yesterday! I brought a couple fancy mini-bundt cakes for me and my senior because we both deserve something for working night shift on fucking Christmas, haha.

[tittyinfinity]

ok this recovery process is truly more miserable than i thought it would be

[bluebellhairpin]

I was so brave today and used the bathroom for the first time.

[gonfrees]

Cat has surgery on Monday and I'm scared:( hoping he will be ok

[testure-1988]

Well this was a pretty shitty Halloween. I celebrated by having a vcug in the hospital and it was a super uncomfortable experience.

[puppbun]

really dopey idea but snuggle pile and im snuggled up until i suddenly have to pee, trying to move to get up until im pulled back down while trying to explain. but someone else ends up holding me down while they latch down on me pressing on my bladder until i finally pee down their throat- at least now they wont need to get up for a drink..?

[catboykilljoy97]

Going thru my drafts and uhhh i'm assuming this autosaved before i finished it but honestly? this is 100% a better post than whatever i was planning originally

[trollbreak]

I’m aroace but that doesn’t make me not a monsterfucker at heart. Like no I’m not gonna fuck or romance them but the sentiment is there.

[tomogirl]

Ok so i ended up leaving early

Guess im waiting till i get home :3c

(Teases and challenges for when i get home are VERY recommended~)

(BELIEVE ME- im not allowed to cum until i stream on friday AND I FEEL LIKE IM IN HEAT SO DRIVE ME INSANE!~ 🥵🥵)

[inyuoka]

THESE MEN KEEP BRAKING LIKE THEIR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT UR ON A CLEAR RESIDENTIAL ROAD ???? COOL UR FUCKING BALLS JESUS CHRIST

[doctorwormcore]

Guess who has exploratory surgery tomorrow? Slaaaaayyyyy

[omocatboy]

you’d think having a piss kink would make it less embarrassing and upsetting when i deal with incontinence or bladder issues or have to bring this up to a doctor, not so! in fact it makes it worse i feel like

i actually get really anxious and panicked when i’m desperate if i’m not seconds from a toilet, i hate being desperate in public, and i get really anxious when i’m with someone who’s desperate or i know needs to pee but can’t for whatever reason bc i feel like they’re gonna somehow Know i get off on stuff like this

and with doctors like it’s a similar thing but also i feel like. most people think of peeing or just bathroom stuff in general as being Gross, so even though it’s the doctor’s literal job to not be judgmental i’m worried they’re gonna think i’m gross for… having a bladder that has issues, or leaking often, or not being able to tell when i have to pee until i’m really desperate, as if that’s not their whole thing!! i feel like as a person w a piss kink this should just be a fun silly thing for me but it isn’t bc of the general Shame society has around peeing and incontinence

[uhohdad]

(18+) König x Reader - Catching Him Getting Off

It takes you far too long to process both your mistake and the sight before you.

Even though you’re stumbling and your vision is blurry, you knew something was up. This was not the room you had left when you went to the bathroom to relieve a bladder so full it threatened to burst. The room you had just left was packed with your teammates, pungent with the smell of alcohol, and flooded with songs you don’t recognize.

This room was almost silent, smelled of musk, and held only one occupant.

Your colonel.

Shirtless.

His impressive, intimidating form sprawled out on a bed he makes look comically small, muscles tight and glistening with sweat. His massive arm bulging to pump what is no doubt the largest cock you have ever seen, at full attention and freed from his sweatpants.

König’s eyes flit to you, so obviously not where you’re supposed to be. While his brow quirks and the pace of his pumps slow, he doesn’t rush to cover himself up or even stop what he’s doing.

When your brain finally catches up, you scramble, shouting desperate apologies and tripping over yourself to leave and slam his door shut behind you.

You do not return to your team. You dart straight to your room, seal yourself away, and pace for the better part of an hour.

You manage to get away with your avoidance for a few days. Hardly lifting your head from the floor and darting away anytime he neared. The burn of his stare is hard to ignore, though. Searing and white hot. But there’s no way you’ll be able to make eye contact with him ever again. Not when you know what his thick cock looks like when glistened with precum and being pleasured by his fist. Not when you’ve already gotten off to the thought of helping him out with his needs by letting him rut into you instead of his hand.

Always blunt and never bashful, he waits until your guard is down before he corners you. He plants his giant hand just in front of your lunch and leans down until you have no choice but to acknowledge him. It’s hard to look at his arm and not picture the muscles you know reside underneath his uniform.

“You don’t have to be so shy around me.”

“Colonel, I am so sorry. I thought I was- Please, can we just forget that even happened? I won’t tell anyone, I- I haven’t-”

“Es ist okay,” He says, soft and reassuring.

It’s so jarring from his usual assertive and even vitriolic way of speaking. You don’t have the sense to hide the furrow of your brow.

His eyes crinkle, and he gives a low hum with a tilt of his head. It’s hard to resist squirming with those intense, piercing eyes boring into you.

“Did you like what you saw?”

“What?” You ask through a nervous laugh.

You heard him, oh you heard him, but you have to hear it again to be sure.

“Did you like what you saw?”

His repetition doesn’t waver. The words roll off his tongue far too casually for such a forward question.

You don’t have an answer for him. You’re paralyzed under his stare, by his brazen words, trying to figure out if this is some kind of joke you don’t understand. Your mouth parts in anticipation to answer his question but fail to form the words. He doesn’t wait for you to scrounge up a response before he throws another impossible question at you.

“Do you want to see it again?”

You suck in a sharp breath and finally look away. After a beat, you give a shameful but eager nod.

Suddenly you’re back in his quarters, on your knees before his monstrous, impossible form. Stripped of your clothes while he stands covered head to toe except for the cock freed from his waistband. He studies you carefully, your head craned back and pitiful eyes trained on him. Your mouth is open, tongue stuck out, obediently waiting for the finish he’s working toward. His hands are just a blur, pumping himself to the sight of the tiny little thing kneeling between his boots.

“Sehr gut,” He breathes, “So patient for me.”

He slows to run the head of his cock along your slick tongue.

“You want to get off too, süßes kleines ding?”

While your cheeks are burning and you feel more than degraded, the growing stain of arousal in your panties tells a different story.

“So hübsch.”

König reaches down to cup your jaw and guides you to look at him while his foot nudges its way between your thighs.

“Grind on my boot.”

You whine, keeping your mouth open and ready like the obedient little soldier you are, and lower yourself onto his boot. Cheeks flushed with heat as you wrap your arms around his leg and grind your soaked panties along the leather. Relieving the needy ache between your legs and chasing that warm jolt of pleasure with each brush over your clit.

“Ich werde dieses hübsche Gesicht ruinieren.”

Your eyes instinctively pinch shut when you feel the warm droplets of his finish splatter on your cheek. He lets out a choppy moan as he paints your face and outstretched tongue in his sticky mess, making sure to milk every last drop on his waiting canvas.

“Look at me,” He grits.

He takes a moment to admire his work, tilting your head side to side with a gentle but firm hand on your jaw. He hums content before letting go, tucking himself back into his boxers and buttoning up his pants.

“Swallow,” He orders.

You finally close your mouth as you take down what he managed to get on your tongue, intrusive and salty.

He gives a gentle wiggle of his boot and squints at you, surely wearing a smug grin beneath that hood.

“You can clean your face after you finish yourself off, liebling.”

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