Bladder Test
Nature calls big time in a very improper situation.
Ter 17 Jan 2012 13:06:55 BRT I was walking around the ruins. It was an old Greek-like temple which I liked to explore. Being also a cub, I sometimes crave for some fun and I have found out how fond I am of "dungeon crawling". I love old and abandoned places, they are mysterious and somewhat thrilling. I entered the place. It was dark, but holes on the ceiling allowed some light to enter. It had an altar, the ceiling was sustained by pillars and the floor was awfully dusty. As I walked, a cloud of dust formed behind me. I reached the altar and climbed it, then took a look at the door. "I wonder what kind of God these animals worshiped...", I thought. Judging by how big is the room, at least 200 animals were supposed to come here. I jumped to the floor and walked toward a door, opening it. A dark corridor leading to somewhere deeper in the temple, the sight made me smile a little. I walked inside, taking a flashlight from my backpack and turning it on. There were spiders, feral spiders, so I could always talk to them if they wanted to attack me. The path divided and I could see strings of light coming from the room at my left. I walked there first. The ceiling was badly broken and pieces of rock were on the floor. There were some bookshelves with several old, dusty books. I took one and sat on an abandoned chair. Somehow, the words in the books were gone, as if they were written with those fancy-pants ink formulas that vanish after some time, preventing future invaders (like me) to have access to the information. I sighed and put the book back in it's place. Suddenly, the floor gave in and I fell in a hole. While falling, I yelled at the top of my voice, asking for help to whatever entity who would be listening. My plea was somehow answered and my diaper got stuck on a root sticking from the wall. Books fell in the hole as well. I looked down and couldn't see the bottom of the pit. Was it a trap? My diaper was the only keeping me from falling now. I looked up and could see the light coming from the room above and the walls were slippery. Climbing would be a very hard task and I would need to turn around to face the wall, causing the diaper tapes to undo, since it was stuck on the root. To make matter worse, I was being wedged and, even if the diaper front was soft, it still hurt my balls! I needed to think, so closed my eyes and crossed my arms. Then I felt something in my underbelly. I had to pee. "Well, isn't really a good time to have holding games", I thought, "so I'll just let go in my... oh, wait..." If I peed, maybe the diaper tapes would undo too! The tapes were doing a great job sustaining my pudgy body, but I was afraid of adding any more weight to the diaper itself. I knew very well that my body had a limit. Eventually, I would pee. So, I had to think on a way to leave the pit while avoiding to pee in my diaper. Maybe I could release a bit when my bladder was half-full, sending the "urine level" to one quarter
and do it again when I reached half again. It would give me decent relief and was less risky than releasing all at once if I lose control. Time passed by. No ideas came into my mind and I took another look down, to see the pit. It looked like a black hole. I was far from the opposite wall, so climbing wouldn't be possible. I spotted another root, but it was far and I would need impulse to jump. I poked the right tape of my diaper and was surprised to see how tightly taped it was. Felt like the plastic would give in before the tapes, not that it made me less worried. The need to pee was becoming more intense and I had to squirm. I thought it was time to try my plan, so I relaxed and let pee go. The hissing sound echoed on the walls and my diaper became damp, not visibly wet, but was definitely acquiring a nice yellowish pool inside the front padding. I shut the flow off, difficultly, and my diaper absorbed the pee, becoming dark yellow. Stopping the flow after it started required willpower and a very mature sphincter. As I tried, some pee burst out from my clenching muscles as I kept them closed as much as I could. My privates were tightly held against the diaper front, as the root was "wedging" me. I sighed, trying to calm my body down, since shutting off a flow of pee without using my hand-paws was hard task. Speaking on hard, I couldn't help but become stiff inside my padding, the pressure making blood rush faster and harder into my loins. Returning to the plans, my bladder was reasonably full, I still had to squirm lightly and rub my thighs together. Releasing it all at once would cause the diaper to become heavy and now my worries were on the plastic. The tapes would hold me. "My life depends on a generic...", I thought, wondering which diaper brand to buy next if I survived, "I can say for sure that I'll be dead by the moment my sphincter break down..." I had to think, looking up again, trying to see details that could help me to get out, but, aside of a few roots, the walls were perfect. I considered crying for help, but who would listen? Another hour passed through me. I was still there, pending, my diaper hugging my groin tightly to the point of pain. I thought my blood had stopped running, my padding was cold and soggy, but, because I didn't drink since I fell in the pit, my bladder was not even half full. I became accustomed to the dull feeling in my underbelly and was enjoying it a bit, even. I yawned, my cub body craving for my usual afternoon nap. I couldn't sleep, being myself a bed wetter. Plus, who would sleep in such situation? But, on the other paw, I had no choice, but starve to death. I sighed and felt the waistband of my diaper, pressing against my bladder. I whined a bit, already feeling the pain it would cause when I became fuller. I had no idea on what to do and I was getting very bored. My eyelids became heavy, my mind was slipping in and out on the consciousness borderline and I eventually dozed
off. It was a long, dreamless sleep. I woke up feeling pee escaping through my weenie. Instantly, I shut the flow off, forcefully, first reducing it to gushing, then to dripping... then to nothing. It was night already, how long I have been sleeping? I squirmed and pressed my legs together, causing my diaper to squish against my groin. It was very full, but not completely full. I checked the tapes and was horrified to notice a small rip on the plastic around it. "If I leave this place", I thought, "I'll never buy a generic again!" I squirmed, pee trying to escape. I was almost completely full, probably slept for some good eight hours. My mind ran wild, my sphincter tightly closed. I looked around, but it was very dark now and I could see nothing. I had no choice but to cry for help. The ripping continued as I squirmed, so I stopped. I had to hold off without doing the potty "dance". - Anyone there? - I yelled, to no avail. I tried again: - There's a cub here who is desperate in more than one sense! No answer. I sighed and kept my muscles tightly closed. I had to endure. Time passed by, more thirty minutes. I had to move at least a little... My legs wouldn't stop moving and my body fidgeted some at every contraction of my bladder, which was round and bulging against the waistband of the diaper, tightly pressed against my underbelly. I moaned and held myself with my paws. I was breathing fast and literally shaking. Miraculously, the diaper didn't give in to all the movements from my desperate self. A bit of pee escaped and I clenched again and pressed my paws against my front with more strength - Someone! - I yelled, with my prepubescent voice. After some seconds I growled and locked myself in a curled up position, hand-paws on my diaper front, every muscle clenched as tight as possible. Sometimes, being stuck in a cub body is very annoying... With my bladder as full as five cups of urine, my sphincter was weakening quick. I thought about that entity who saved me; I could have just died instead of hanging here desperate, dying slowly inside. I moaned as my bladder attempted to contract again, liquid pushed against my tired sphincter while I urged it to remain closed. A few droplets could escape through it. I had reached my limit and my bladder was already overfull, pushing violently against my tired groin. Not to mention my erection... Another gush attempted to escape and I managed to block majority of it. A few dribbles could reach my damp padding. The pit was square-shaped, so I thought about using the corners to climb. Great idea! But... I had to reach a corner first. I could check the situation of the corners if I could get my flash light, but it would mean to leave my position. I would certainly soak myself if I did so, unless I put all my effort into holding back hands-free. It would be almost impossible, considering how tired was my sphincter... -
Ugh! - I growled, then pressed my hands harder on my crotch, blocking another threatening gush. "I can't...", I thought to myself. The rip on the left side of my diaper became larger as I fought for control. I had to try. I slowly moved my paws away and began to clench my groin with all my might. Pain ensued, as my bladder pressed harder on my waistband. Drips escaped again and I clenched harder and harder, shutting it off. My bladder was hard like a thick balloon inflated with warm cub water. I reached my bag, my body moving too much, causing the right side to rip some. The sound scared me a bit and I lost a gush. My diaper began to leak and drop after drop hit the ground, causing that annoying dripping sound. I managed to pull myself together and get the flash light. I aimed at the corners and, to my surprise, they were damaged. I could stuck my claws on them and climb up, but I would need to jump. To jump, I would need to leave my diaper behind, as it as stuck. But doing so without having something else to use as support would cause me to fall. Suddenly, my bladder rebelled against me and squeezed itself very hard, urine passing through my exhausted sphincter, entering my heavy diaper. I tried to clench, but my body was drained from energy and I could just reduce it to intermittent gushing. To my surprise, the diaper didn't gave in... but it was too heavy, causing the root to bend. The diaper slid from it and I fell. As a second surprise, the floor was one meter down from the root. I fell on my face, it hurt, but I wasn't dead. I laid there, still peeing, relieved that the pressure was gone. I was tired of fighting, so tired that I sat on my soaked butt instead of going away immediately. I panted, both from relief and thrill, thankful that I didn't die. The bottom of the pit was painted with black ink and the shadows made it look like that the bottom was very far. I looked up to see that the pit was around thirty meters deep. It was very dark and, if it wasn't for the root, I would have died. I was lucky that it held me one meter away from the bottom. I sighed and yelled: - Hey, entity, thanks for saving me! It took two minutes to finish peeing. I took some time to rest and, once I was ready, I climbed my way out. Relief still chilled through my spine and fur and I smiled all the way up, sighing at how good it felt to let go. The diaper was heavy and loose, so, from time to time, I had to stop and pull it up, hoping that the entity didn't mind seeing my tush. Once on surface, I took the dust out from my fur and walked outside the ruins, holding the diaper by the waist. I reached the hall, where rests the altar. "I wonder... if an entity really saved me", I thought. It took me thirty minutes to reach my tree house. When I arrived, I instantly took my diaper off, letting it splat on the wooden floor. I went to the center of the tree house, pushed my crib away, revealing a ladder that
went down through the tree, and I climbed it down, reaching an underground hot spring. I turned the lights on and walked towards the shower. I tend to ignore the big hot spring in the middle of the "room", since I have this fear of drowning, but I still like warm water on my fur and the water of the shower came from the spring. - Ah... - I took a long bath, cleaning my fur from the old urine, enjoying my body some, playing with my soft modesty. I started to feel naughty, so I decided to take a quick pawing right there. I grabbed myself and started to move my paw rhythmically The water was relaxing and it made things more enjoyable, but I was still too tired to paw off. I needed a rest before continuing, so I sat down, letting the water fall over me. I yawned, tired, so I got up, turned the shower off and climbed up to the tree house. I put the crib back in place and went to the closet, grabbing supplies, a towel and a fresh diaper for me. I dried myself, sat down, massaged my privates with lotion, powdered the "rash" spots and taped a new diaper on me. I hugged myself, feeling comfortable and "small". Finally, I climbed the crib bars and laid inside it, purring and quickly dozing off. It was a thrilling day. I was so tired... I just slept for more six hours. Another dreamless sleep. Once I was awake, I felt a need to pee, once again. It wasn't strong, but I didn't paw the previous day, so I decided to do it now before getting up. Still laying, I rolled, belly face-up, grabbed my toy and began playing with it. I shivered and sighed, relaxing some as my paw worked my toy. Soon, I was erect. I fantasized about my desperation in the pit, which worked brilliantly. My breathing became deeper, thought not faster, as I wasn't very aroused or close yet. I massaged my pudgy underbelly, tapping my bladder, as if thanking it for enduring so much in the pit. I pawed harder and faster, massaging my bladder and pressing it down, moving it's contents from side to side. I started to breath faster and I closed my eyes, moaning some. My massaging paw stopped to give some attention to my sack, feeling them some and rubbing. It went lower and I took my tail out from the way, so my index finger could play with my tail-hole. I inserted it and pulled, inserted and pulled, in and out, in and out, very fast. My other paw continued moving around my toy and I panted really hard, making shameless noises. I throbbed and probed inside my tail-hole, poking my prostate and rubbing it softly. My bladder demanded relief and I intentionally pushed pee out, so it would meet the strong grasp of my paw and come back inside. It felt incredible, pushing pee yet nothing coming out because of a blockage. I was about to come, just a little more. I pawed harder and faster and I finally came, though it was dry. A dry orgasm. I taped my diaper and climbed the bars of the crib, then jumped to the floor. I stretched and purred, ready to hunt. I
left the tree house to get some food and I eventually came across the ruins again. For some odd reason, I wanted to check it again, so I entered. I found a mice running around so I began chasing it. Once I got it, I licked my lips, opened my muzzle and threw it in. I joyfully chewed him alive, spit the bones and swallowed what I found worthy. - Oh, yeah... - I spoke to myself, but not feeling satisfied yet. - Hey! - someone shouted. It was Inês, a good-looking female cat. - This place is dangerous. - I'm sorry, I was hunting... - I walked towards her. - Just leave this place, okay? - she bent her knees when talking to me. She was twenty-five years old. - Will do, miss... - I instantly blushed. - Good boy - she pet my head. I purred some and would actually enjoy if my knees weren't shaking. - See you - I said, leaving. Seconds after leaving, I heard her yelling and a sound of rocks falling. I ran back inside to check her, only to find Inês stuck in the same situation I was earlier, except she was stuck by her panties. "Let's hope that there really is a god of desperate bladders", I thought.