The Forever Bladder

By: Robert Gush

One
By Tuesday, word was spreading around the school that Michell Greenwood had brought in a note which allowed him to just sit and watch during gym class while everyone participated in Coach Maybee's hellish exercises. By Thursday, the kids in Mitch's class were feeling pretty angry that he had been on easy street that whole week while they sweated it out. On Friday when the class was dismissed for the showers, Mitch joined the rest of the guy's in the boy's locker room, but of course didn't need to shower at all because he had been sitting and watching the whole time, without ever breaking a sweat. They couldn't have known that kind of misery Mitch had been through all that week, and they couldn't have known what it was like to be in the locker room and hear the water spraying out of all of those different shower heads. Jacob Bradley, the school's star quarterback, didn't stop long enough to notice that Mitch's abdomen was expanding outward at an unusual rate. "Hey Greenwood! There's something we all wanted to know," Jacob shouted. Mitch paused as if ignoring Jacob at first, then looked in his direction and muttered, "What?" "Why were we busting our asses out there while you were sitting on the bleachers like a pretty boy?" "I thought Mr. Maybee explained it to everybody on Monday," Mitch said. "I have a doctor's note." "There's no need to get smart with me," Jacob snapped. "Of course I know about the note!" "Well, Jacob, that's hard not to do with you around," Mitch replied calmly. "Be smart, I mean." Jacob lunged forward menacingly. "You piece of shit, no body talks to me like that!" Now a wall of bodies was forming between the last wall of lockers and the room where the showers were. Mitch couldn't quite make out what the other boys were shouting, but knew from their gestures, and Jacob's face, that they were egging him on. Mitch's cool composure masked the fear he was feeling inside. The truth was that Mitch would never be afraid of Jacob no matter how much he yelled and flexed his muscles. Mitch was afraid of the pressure that was building inside him, and what would happen if he wasn't able to make it to the toilet in time. "Hey Jacob," shouted a boy from the line-up of students watching them. "There's still 3 minutes. That's plenty of time for a shower!" "That's a good idea, Mark," Jacob sneered. "You don't even gotta take your clothes off!" Mitch stood up so fast he almost fell backwards from the weight of his bladder. "No! My doctor said I can't take a shower!"

"Can't take a shower?" Jacob laughed. "Well, now we know why you stink so bad! C'mon, let's give him a wash-down!" "NO!" Mitch shouted, but Jacob was already gripping his left arm, and another boy grabbed him by his right. Two more boys lifted him up by his legs, and before he knew it he was being carried out into the showers area. "Coach Maybee! Coach Maybee!" "Paul, block the door! Mark, hold him steady while I start the shower!" Jacob shifted Mitch's weight until he could reach the controls of the nearest shower head. Ignoring Mitch's protests, the boys lined up his body until it was directly underneath the shower head, then laid him on the ground flat on his back. Mitch tried to sit up, but was forced down forcibly by several bare feet. "That's no good," Mark exclaimed, faking concern. "He can't take a shower with his clothes on." "You're right!" Jacob answered. Mitch cried out, turned in his place and tried to escape, but before he could his shirt was slipped over his head and his pants were unbuckled and pulled down to his knees. Then, the struggle abruptly stopped. Mark's voice broke the thirty seconds of awkward silence. "He wears a diaper!" But even if the others had noticed the bright white cotton diaper strapped around Mitch's crotch, they seemed to be taken more by his bloated, throbbing stomach. "What's...what's wrong with you?" Jacob muttered. "Nothing," Mitch answered between gritted teeth. "Nothing...you bastards..." There was a sudden ripping sound, and before their eyes the diaper began to expand. "I ... need the toilet." Mitch quietly pulled his pants up, and began hobbling towards the nearest toilet stall. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so much pressure in his bladder, and wondered if there was a toilet which would keep up with the torrent of pee which was getting ready to escape. As he turned the corner of the stall, however, he heard Mr. Maybee bellow. "What is going on here?" Maybee shouted. "You guys were supposed to report to your sixth hour classes almost ten minutes ago!" "Mr. Maybee, Mitch is sick or something," Jacob said, pointing a finger towards Mitch. Mitch stopped in his tracks as Maybee approached him. "Mitch, are you okay?" Mr. Maybee's eyes focussed on Jacob's now too-tight diaper and pulsating stomach. "Just..just need to use the bathroom, and then I'll be ohh--" A wave of pain shot from his bladder across his whole body. Mitch would have toppled over without the side of the stall to support him. He could feel his bladder pulsate and begin to bear down. "We should get you to the nurse's office or something, Mitch," Maybee sounded concerned as he said this. "Just need to take...a...piss.." Mitch straightened up, and stepped into the stall, but to his horror there was a big sign labeled "Out of order" across the top of the toilet bowl. He turned around and started towards the next stall when he heard the sounds of the showers running.

He clutched his stomach with his hands, and clenched his sphincters as tight a possible. There was the sound of tearing paper, and to everyone's surprise the diaper began to shed away to reveal Mitch's incredibly bloated abdomen and fire hose sized penis. "I...I can't hold it!" Mitch shouted. He bent down, then stumbled backwards as his enormous penis swung left and right..he let out a groan just as a wide stream of urine shot from the end of his penis. the stream was so powerful that it clipped Mr. Maybee in the stomach as he dove out of the way. The end of the stream splashed against the wall on the opposite side of the locker room. "Noooo!" The torrent continued as Mitch hung onto the outside of the nearby stall. Urine poured out of his body by the gallon so fast that the drains could barely keep up.