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ATYPICAL MEDICAL EXAM (VCUG)
When Lilith woke up in the empty bed in the middle of the night, she didn’t put much thought into it and immediately considered the idea of falling back asleep. It all changed when she heard a faint grunt and saw the light coming from the bathroom.
Rubbing her eyes, she clad herself in her robe and padded into the next room and when she opened the door, she was met with the same image of that morning. It pained her to see Zelda struggling so much, bracing herself with one hand on the sink (white-knuckled), the other massaging the underside of her belly in soothing circles while she tried to relieve herself and succeeding in only passing short spurts of liquid every now and then.
Each time she pushed some out, her face contorted in pain, breathing hard as her mouth was open into a silent cry. When Zelda looked up at her, her eyes were almost tear-filled, and her forehead damp with sweat.
“Zelda, I’m starting to get worried,” Lilith said, immediately crouched down in front of her, both hands resting on her parted knees, naked as she’d pulled her nightgown up to her hips. “You should really see a doctor. I think you might have a UTI.”
Ever-so stubborn, the redhead shook her head. Grunting, she released another spurt of urine that splashed into the toilet.
“It’s just burning a lot when I pee, I probably just had too much spicy food.”
Lilith smiled at that for a moment because she knew how much she enjoyed pepper and chili, as of late. But this was different. It had started that morning before they both prepared for work and even if they had both blamed it on last night’s dinner, it didn’t explain why she was still struggling in the middle of the night.
“The burning is persisting and I think it’s getting worse.” Lilith tried to reason. Then, she softened her voice, “We said we would be careful. We knew that the pregnancy would increase the risk of infection, that’s why we stopped playing.”
She waited for a moment, studying the witch’s expression as she tried to force out another small amount of liquid. Zelda wasn’t answering, and it only raised some suspicions. “We stopped playing, right?”
Zelda thrusted her head back, exhaling a long, guttural sigh when a longer, louder gush of water splashed into the toilet.
“Fine! I held it for a few hours the other day at school and tried to ignore the urge even if it had started to hurt,” The redhead panted, eyes shut tight, “But it wasn’t on purpose! I was busy with the lectures!”
“Alright, calm down.” Lilith shushed her, moving her hands across the small dome of the witch’s belly, ever-so careful about the baby’s health. It was never a good thing when Zelda got agitated.
Trying to help her finish the anguishing task, she angled her fingers and pressed lightly below her navel, stimulating the bladder from the outside. The redhead got the hint and tried to push while ignoring the pain. It felt like passing hellfire, but in the end they managed to empty the content of her bladder.
“Ah fuck-!” Zelda gasped, panting hard as she collapsed backward on the tiled wall.
“Let me take you to bed, we’ll discuss tomorrow.” Lilith placed a fond kiss on top of her belly and, prompting her to spread her legs, she gathered some toilet paper to wipe her clean.Her eyes widened considerably when she found a light red spotting.
“Is that blood?” Zelda asked, alarmed.
“That’s it, we’re going to the doctor.”
First thing in the morning, they booked an appointment and they were both at the clinic a couple of hours later, having both canceled their super-busy agendas. With the precious sample they collected that very morning safely stored in Zelda’s purse, The demoness watched the witch emerging from the clinic restrooms (as she was supposed to conduct the test on an empty bladder) dabbing at her forehead.
“All good?” She asked anxiously.
“So to speak.” The other replied dryly.
“Come on, they just called your name.”
Doctor Miller was a nice-looking lady of their age, with blonde hair and a reassuring smile. She requested the sample of urine first-thing and divided it into a few vials and added solutions to it while she analyzed a drop under the microscope.
“Have you emptied your bladder, Mrs Spellman?” She asked, still looking into the lens. “You said you were experiencing burning, are there any changes?”
“I emptied it just now, doctor, and it wasn’t pleasant.” Zelda replied sincerely.
“We’ll take care of it, don’t worry.” The doctor encouraged her. “You can wear the gown behind that curtain so we can get the exam started.”
Lilith watched her disappear behind the curtains and, barely able to endure one minute watching the doctor as she scribbled things on her file, she eyed the doctor nervously, still watching the movements of the witch with the corner of her eye.
“Is she going to be fine?” She asked.
Doctor Miller smiled at her, “You don’t have to worry for your partner: UTIs are common during pregnancy, she’s going to be totally fine in three days max and I’ll prescribe some painkillers for her to alleviate the burning that’ll take action in the next few hours already.”
“That’s a relief,” Good, that was good. Shooting an encouraging smile at Zelda when she emerged wearing the hospital gown, Lilith helped her on the examination table and sat right next to her on the stool that the doctor provided for her.
They both watched closely, in silence, when the doctor started to activate the ultrasound machine, even if they had grown familiar with the procedure during their routine baby checks. The blond woman wore latex gloves and helped Zelda place her feet on the stirrups, then gently lifted her gown, leaving her exposed.
“How far along are you?”
“Five months.” Lilith and Zelda answered in unison, eliciting a collective giggle.
“Congratulations.” Doctor Miller smiled, reaching up to the lower part of her belly. She started to probe around, applying different types of pressure and whenever she asked if Zelda felt any pain, she was relieved to give a negative answer. “Good, now I’m going to look at the area.” She warned.
She started to probe at her labia first, and Zelda kept staring at the ceiling when she felt a mild stretch at her entrance as the doctor inserted a finger and crooked upward- then she let out a gasp.
“It hurts a bit if you press there.” She justified, feeling flushed.
“Alright. Take a breath.” The doctor immediately removed her finger but aimed for the sorest spot, carefully spreading her open as she touched directly her urethra. “How about now? Are you in a lot of pain?”
“Yes, it hurts! It stings- please, stop?” Zelda protested, unconsciously shifting backward as she tried to remove herself from the pain.
The doctor was merciful enough to accommodate her request, scooting away on her stool as she allowed Zelda to take a break.
“The redness and the soreness is a clear symptom of infection, and the test I’ve just ran on the samples confirms those symptoms.” She said, updating the files. “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll proceed with the ultrasound to see what’s going on in the bladder.”
Zelda looked over Lilith, who was trying hard to conceal her worries. It was almost funny how mortal examinations made the Queen of Hell so nervous… or maybe it was because Zelda’s health was at stake, or their baby’s, or both. The witch wanted this to be over for herself and for the demoness too, so, since the previous probing around her belly didn’t cause any discomfort, she agreed to move on right away.
Doctor Miller pushed the gown further up still, and squirted the cold gel across her swollen stomach. Unconsciously, they were both staring at the monitor when the usual images started to appear and they smiled when the profile of their baby finally popped up. It was almost as if they knew it already.
“Is the baby fine?” Lilith asked impatiently.
“I’m not an ob-gyn but the baby seems fine.” The doctor confirmed. “And we’re moving on.” She warned, lingering a moment (and they knew she didn’t have to do that) before repositioning the transducer lower. “There we are.”
Zelda craned her neck more, watching closely as the doctor watched at the monitor and wondering how she could determine infection by just looking at that big blob of blackness moving around.
“Well?” The witch prompted, disliking the way Doctor Miller kept studying the image with the hint of a frown pinching her brow.
“Seen any blood in the urine?”
“Last night, for the first and only time.”
“Is it bad?” Lilith inquired, feeling the blood drain from her body.
“No.” The doctor quickly reassured them, but her frown hadn’t yet relaxed, “Seems like a common UTI but just to be on the safe side, I’d like to run a test for urinary reflux, if that’s alright with you.”
Again, Lilith seemed to be the most anxious one and before Zelda could give permission, the demoness scooted forward.
“Why is it necessary?”
“Here, can you see this?” With patience, the Doctor tapped her gloved finger on the monitor, tracing the outline of a lighter spot at the bottom of the black area. “There’s a small residue of urine, and since you just emptied your bladder, it would be useful to know if it’s just a case or not. Urine residues in the bladder can allow the bacteria to proliferate and in the long term it can be dangerous for the baby.” She explained. “Urinary reflux is most common in children, but it won’t hurt to know for sure. It’s a light procedure and I’ll guide you through it.”
“Yes, okay let’s run the test.” Zelda didn’t even have to think about it: as long as it ensured her baby’s health, she would’ve undergone any treatment, invasive or not, no matter how painful, so she agreed to this one that should’ve been painless since it was mainly conducted for children.
Lilith looked at Zelda lovingly, both glad for the other’s presence. The witch could easily draw strength from her and she felt calmer with her holding her hand. Silently, it was as if they were saying soothing things to each other by just gazing into each other’s eyes.
They watched the doctor assemble the tools, positioning a sack of white liquid into a tripod, and then attaching a small tube that she brought closer to the examination table. The white liquid was going down rapidly, and it got blocked by a small valve that the doctor was holding between her fingers. Methodically, she spread transparent lube abundantly on the end of the tube and its function became clear.
“The contrast goes inside your bladder to help me see what’s going on.” Doctor Miller explained. With her free hand, she gently probed at Zelda’s vagina and she returned to stare up at the ceiling.
She bit her lip when she felt the doctor spread her and the tip of the tube teasing the opening of her urethra. It wasn’t in yet and it was stinging. She wanted to protest, but felt ashamed that she was about to whine about it when children endured it all the time, probably with minor resistance.
“Are you alright, Zelda?” Lilith asked preoccupied, sensing her distress like always.
Zelda quickly nodded but proceeded to grip her hand tighter, practically admitting her lie. The demoness rubbed the back of her hand and looked over to the doctor to prompt her to move ahead quickly.
“I’m going to insert the catert now. It won’t be pleasant, so I need you to breathe.”
Zelda braced herself and, indeed, it wasn’t pleasant. She felt every inch of the tube as it was pushed up a trait of her body that was meant to push things down and the irritation that had proliferated in the past days wasn’t making it easier. She clenched her jaw, occasionally twisting and letting out a small whine and she was glad that Lilith was letting her hold her hand into a bone-shuttering grip without complaints.
“It’s in.” Doctor Miller announced and stopped pushing the tube, the relief was only partial in the anticipation of what was going to happen next.
“You good?” Lilith mumbled.
“Okay, I’m okay.” Zelda breathed out, trying to relax as much as she could to welcome the unnatural stretch. She just couldn’t believe it right now how she’d enjoyed having a plug inserted for hours to no ends in the past, but sure thing, circumstances were much different.
“I’ll release the contrast.” The doctor instructed and, turning around the valve, she let the liquid flow inside. Gaze locked on the monitor, she watched her bladder begin to inflate steadily as it accommodated the medical liquid. “Everything looks good so far. How are you doing?”
Zelda anchored herself to the examination table. Eyes wide open, she dared to look down, swallowing as she saw her belly growing even more in size.
“It’s filling quickly.” She gasped, “I feel a lot of pressure.”
“It’s normal.” Doctor Miller confirmed, “Almost done.” The sensation that was going on on her pelvis was new to say the least, not exactly painful as her bladder stretched but not pleasant either, especially when her pee-hole started to burn as the hanging sack released the last amount of liquid inside.
She brought her free hand to her belly, cupping the underside of it, close to her mound and she was surprised when the doctor allowed it.
“It’s shifting-” Zelda gasped all of the sudden, “It’s like I-
ahh
!” She wiggled, but the doctor rested a hand atop of her knee, applying mild pressure to comfort her.
“Don’t worry about losing control, the catheter will prevent any leakage.”
“You’re doing good, darling.” Lilith praised her with a soothing voice.
Zelda felt incredibly full.
“Alright, now the difficult part.” Doctor Miller announced and, trying to be as comforting as possible, she patted her knee.
Zelda took a deep breath and so did Lilith.
“I’m ready.” The redhead murmured.
They both watched the doctor bowing down to fetch a squared pad that she placed in between Zelda’s legs and then her fingers disappeared again, only for the witch to feel them probing around her labia to spread more lube.
“I’m going to take the catheter out now,” She instructed, “You’ll feel a strong urge to urinate but I need you to resist for a few moments as I continue the test. Tell me if I need to go slower, okay?”
Zelda nodded. She felt pressure all around her urethra while the doctor tugged the tube gently out. It stung, and as she fought the need to push out the content of her bladder, she shifted impatiently, wondering how long was this going to take. Her insides twitched, and her brain was sending overwhelming singlas to her muscles to release the muscles of her bladder, but Zelda knew she couldn’t. Still her bladder started contracting, sending rather painful pangs down her urethra.
“Slower!” She panted, clawing at Lilith’s hand while the other rubbed her belly in a futile attempt to soothe the spasms. “Please, a bit slower!”
“Almost done.” Doctor Miller granted the request and slower, she tugged again until only the tip of the catheter remained inside.Zelda could feel her muscles trying to push it finally out, but she fought them. “Ready?”
“Yes!” Zelda gasped for air when the doctor finally pulled it out and the relief she felt from being spared by the intrusion, immediately turned into pained discomfort when she remembered she wasn’t allowed to let go just yet.
“Hold it.” Doctor Miller encouraged, probing again around the area.
“I’m trying my best!” Zelda whined as she felt a few drops escaping her, but then she successfully stopped the leakage… and it burned like hell!
“Good, that’s very good.” The doctor praised, “I’m sorry for making you feel so uncomfortable but it’s important to see how your muscles react. It’s a very positive sign that you’re still in control of them.”
Zelda hummed, shifting in discomfort when she felt the doctor wipe her clean and the cloth reminded her just how raw she was. “No trace of blood on the pad, also good.”
“So it’s not a bad case of UTI?” Lilith asked.
“Believe me, I’ve seen way worse than this.” Doctor Miller grimaced. “Everything will go back to normal in a few days but we still need to test for reflux and the next phase will confirm or, hopefully, disprove my theory.” She repositioned the transducer on Zelda’s belly and even the lightest pressure made her yelp, but she kept focused. “We’re going to watch what happens while you empty your bladder.”
The redhead sighed as she foretasted the upcoming relief. Wiggling a bit on the seat as she felt pressure, she was equally happy to reduce the agonizing feeling of being full and terrified at the idea of relieving herself and the unbearable burning she would feel upon passing her urines.
But she needed to go, the pain had become secondary.
“Do I let go now?”
The doctor repositioned the pad even closer to her bottom and, returning to stare at the monitor, she gave a light nod of her head.
“Don’t force it out, though,” She advised, “Take a deep breath and let your muscles relax and do their job…”
Zelda was about to actually let go when a rather vexing trill made her clench everything and the hand that was resting low on her belly shifted quickly to cup herself and prevent an accident.
“What is happening?” She gasped, panting as she struggled not to grind into her own hand. She felt modified, but couldn't help it.
“You have to excuse me but that’s the internal line and it goes off only when an emergency occurs-” The Doctor didn’t say anything, but looked at her with a sympathetic expression as she already stood up on her feet.
“Are you okay?” Lilith asked with a thread of voice, leaning in to kiss her brow as she sensed her utter discomfort.
“I was really close to letting go.” Zelda confessed, “But at least I’m familiar with being desperate and it’s a lot better than the burning hell I have to endure every time I pee, so… I can wait a little longer.”
They smiled at each other, then both focused on the one-side conversation that the doctor was having on the internal phone.
“Listen, I’m in the middle of an exam with a pregnant patient, isn’t there anyone else? How bad is the bladder rupture? Ok, I understand.” She sighed loudly. “Yes, alright. I’ll be there in five.”
Zelda felt blood drain from her body.
“Is there a problem, doctor?”
“I’m awfully sorry but there’s an emergency in the operation room and they need my assistance.” She said, removing her gloves in a hurry. “I’ll prescribe you some painkillers to alleviate the burn and antibiotics to cure the infection, but we’ll need to consider some options including a non-invasive operation if the reflux is present. I’m afraid I must ask you to come back tomorrow.”
“I can’t come back tomorrow!” Zelda spat, outraged. Sure, it wasn’t Doctor Miller’s fault, but that simply wouldn’t do, “My agenda is filled with meetings I cannot delay!”
“I’m sorry but that was my last dose of contrast and I don’t know how long I will be gone.” She explained, “I can’t possibly ask you to hold it for-”
“I can wait.” The witch interrupted, her voice proud, “I’m not some child!” She protested, even if she was still cupping herself, disproving her claim that she wasn't a toddler about to wet herself… even if she was.
“Mrs. Spellman, I filled your bladder at the maximum capacity and the baby is weighing directly on it, not to mention that the infection is already affecting your ability to control your muscles.” The doctor walked closer to the table and sighed. “I’m not questioning your strength or goodwill, I’m just saying that it would be difficult, if not impossible, for anyone to-”
“Is it dangerous to hold right now?”
“Well, no.” Doctor Miller stammered, taken aback by the question… was she really considering it? “The contrast is a sterile liquid, but-”
“Then I’ll wait.” Zelda declared.
“Zelda, darling, are you sure-”
“Positive!”
“Once she’s made up her mind about something…” Lilith sighed, looking over the doctor with a defeated expression.
“I knew you were a stubborn one.” The doctor commented with a half smile. “Alright, as you wish.” Then, gathering some instruments, she turned over Lilith, her gaze bouncing back and forth between them. “Listen, I know it’s a little unconventional but stimulating the area helps with the holding. But no mouth as it’s a playground for germs. I’ll lock the room so you have all the privacy you need and I’ll make sure to knock. Sorry, I really must go!”
Lilith watched the doctor disappear behind the door and, hearing the key turning into the lock, she realized that that woman was being serious. Zelda was all flushed with a lovely shade of red, staring up at the ceiling and cupping herself, shifting on the table ever-so-slightly.
“Was she really suggesting we…?”
“She was.”
“And are we…”
“Lilith!”
“Just checking!”
“You’re unbelievable!” Zelda scoffed, “Help me, please?”
The demoness quickly came to aid and helped Zelda removing her feet from the stirrups. Immediately, the witch crossed her legs, giving a few light strokes of her sex before letting go and count solely on the clench of her muscles. As she would often do when she needed to relax, she started to stroke her belly in soothing circles and focused on the baby movements rather on the ones of her bladder.
Lilith exhaled loudly, starting to pace nervously up and down the small studio. She didn’t want to see Zelda suffering, but she admired her stubbornness. Besides, she wouldn’t be able to bear the doubt for a whole day: better knowing today.
Throwing an alarming glance at Zelda when she whined and bent her knees up for a moment as she clearly fought a wave of desperation, she walked to her and surveyed the situation.
“If you want, I can keep some pressure off.” She offered.
Without much thought, she placed both hands atop of Zelda’s stomach, like she would usually do, applying a mild pressure to feel the baby moving. Zelda yelped, her whole body tensing.
“Don’t touch me there!” She cried out, clenching her legs tighter. “I’m really full!”
“Sorry!” Lilith gasped back, heart at gallop. Biting at her lip, she watched the witch struggling a bit before regaining some composure. “Does it hurt?”
“It burns a little but I had it worse.” Zelda breathed. “It’s just a lot of pressure.”
“Should I help you alleviate it?” The demoness offered again. “I can trick your body into thinking there’s nothing to hold so you won’t have to suffer.”
“No,” The redhead refused, shaking her head stubbornly, “No magic, I don’t want to compromise the result.”
“Okay but let me help you!” Lilith pleaded, hating to be so powerless. “Let me distract you with something. Music, perhaps?”
She waited for Zelda to say something, but the witch kept breathing hard instead, twisting her pelvis from left to right, her hand running across the dome of her belly. It was curious to see how it seemed bigger now, stretched even more as the bladder pushed against her skin in tandem with the baby. And then it clicked. Lilith knew exactly what could distract Zelda successfully!
“I know what to do!” Lilith cried out gleefully, sitting on the stool that Doctor Miller had occupied. She eyed the ultrasound machine with narrowed eyes and pressed some buttons, a triumphant smile appearing on her lips when it turned on.
“What are you doing?” Zelda asked curiously, “Stop messing around with it, you don’t know how to make it work!”
“I’ve seen doctors using it during your check-ups, I can try!” Lilith protested, studying the transducer and then grabbing the gel. “I thought that seeing our baby would engage us for a while as we waited.”
The redhead witch paused for a moment, her shifting already reduced at the mere thought of their baby. It seemed like a fitting solution. She pulled up the gown and left her stomach exposed for Lilith to squirt some gel on her skin. It was cold, and she hummed in discomfort as her bladder gave another spasm.
Actually, Lilith didn’t know what she was doing, only able to mimic what she remembered from the check-ups. She probed around with the transducer, moving lower and lower into Zelda’s pelvic area until something started to appear on the monitor. Excited, she pressed down and, while Zelda whined loudly and jolted forward, indeed the baby appeared on the monitor.
They both halted, completely in awe. Zelda even forgot about her desperate state.
Silence fell as they stared at their baby sucking its thumb unaware of being spied on. The perfect profile of its face could only be described as cute and they started to debate again whether it had Zelda or Lilith’s nose. The heated argument (with the absence of a true fight of course) elicited a giggle in the end, which made Lilith’s hand slip and press even further on the witch’s bladder.
“Fuck!” Zelda cried out, cupping herself once more as she prayed for it not to be her undoing.
Focus, focus, you can do it!
“Of course you can do it!” Lilith encouraged, quickly removing the transducer and turning off the machine. Being the deity Zelda used to pray to had its advantages no doubts. “Are you ok?” She asked, waiting for the witch to nod to proceed.
Lilith made sure to be extra careful when she wiped the gel off her belly with a paper towel and dared to place a kiss below her navel. Zelda exhaled a sigh, carding her hand through the demoness’s wild mane of hair.
“Now what?” She asked, impatiently, returning to her fidgeting. “It’s only been fifteen minutes. I don’t think she’ll be back soon.”
Lilith mewled, eyes closed as she enjoyed Zelda’s carefree strokes into her hair. She hadn’t realized it yet, her concern having the upper hand, but now she was very much aware of the witch’s constant fidgeting, her clenching muscles that were surely working hard to contain the flow, how she was fighting the urge to cup herself and grind against her hand to quench the throbbing one way or another.
Suddenly, she felt a gush of wetness dropping and her underwear sat uncomfortably against her skin as she squirmed on the stool. Exhaling a breath, she reached down into the box and started to rummage through it, a string of obscenities falling from her lips as she couldn’t find what she was looking for.
“What are you doing?” Zelda questioned, craning her neck to no avail.
“Ah!” Lilith exclaimed triumphantly, straightening her back and looking over at the witch. Zelda swallowed when she noticed how dark her eyes were, filled with sudden lust, her red lips parted as her breathing became heavier. “Following the doctor’s advice, unlike you?”
She said sultry and scooted closer to the table, between Zelda’s legs. The redhead wanted to protest, roll her eyes, but there was a part of her that wanted it. It had been too long since their last session of playing and this was the perfect occasion, not to mention that she needed distraction and getting off seemed merciful enough.
Her breath hitched and she swallowed, battling between excitement and reason. Where they really about to have sex in a doctor’s office under her own advice?
“Have you washed your hands, at least?”
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary.” Finally, bringing her hands in sight, Lilith’s grin only grew wider as she snapped a latex glove on her right hand, the other holding the bottle of lubricant.
Zelda’s eyes darkened immediately and a low moan purred from the back of her throat when she unconsciously shifted closer to the edge of the table.
Deliciously exposed, her cunt throbbing with needs of all sorts, Lilith could only think about having her coming undone, first to relieve her suffering, secondly for her own pleasure (if she was able to resit fucking herself at the vision of it).
“I need you to talk to me, alright?” Lilith purred as she applied the minimum pressure on the hood of Zelda’s clit, spreading the cold lube around, “Tell me everything, especially if it hurts.”
“That feels nice,” The redhead breathed out, her hips moving, “Keep going.”
She was resisting the urge to surge forward and eat her out, so deliciously squirmy, just because it had been the only thing the doctor had discouraged. Bringing two fingers around the hood, she carefully pushed it back and forth, caressing the engorged clitoris in the motion.
“Do you think I can go faster?” She proposed, her eyes glued on Zelda’s face as her eyes rolled in the back of her head and her hips joined her movements.
“Yes, faster!” Zelda moaned. Lilith’s jaw fell slack when she watched the redhead bring one hand to her breast to cup it, the nipple straining underneath the gown.
“You’re so hot, Zelda!” The demoness gasped and, unconsciously, angled her hand differently: her thumb stroking the tip of her clitoris, her middle finger probing gently at her entrance where it lingered.
Zelda bit down her lip. She knew it had hurt with the doctor, but Lilith knew her better and the emptiness she felt now was the only thing that kept her mind off the fullness in her bladder.
“Inside, please,” She encouraged her, “But be careful about it!”
Lilith happily complied with the request, taking her time and studying Zelda’s reactions. She restrained from angling her finger upward, well knowing that it wasn’t wise to tease the bloated bladder from the inside, but instead she aimed for that particular spot deep inside her that made Zelda see stars.
“How do you feel?”
“Good!” Zelda panted, “There, yes! More…
more
.”
The lube helped with the penetration but the latex still felt raw on her skin as it stretched her vagina to push further in. It wasn’t painful. The tug was interesting and she found herself clenching around Lilith’s exploring finger. Even if she was doing it with caution and kept her focus on flicking her clit to elicit pleasure, the intrusion was ever-so-welcomed. Zelda started to thrust her hips and, catching the hint, Lilith followed her movements.
Looking at her face lost in bliss, Lilith gulped down and instead on aiming for a quick orgasm, she deliberately choose to prolong Zelda’s arousal state, knowing how helpful it was with the holding.
“Zelda, keep talking to me…” The demoness said, trying not to sound too affected even if her whole body was reacting, and it was a mess, “I need you to be absolutely honest with me… do you want to come?”
Zelda’s head whipped up from the examination table and, moaning, she fixed her eyes into Lilith’s. Of course she wanted to come! But on a more realistic level, would she be able to hold that immense amount of liquid inside her bladder while her body was busy spasming with what looked like it was going to be a very intense orgasm, thanks to all the blood that had flowed in her vagina?
“Just… slow down but, please, don’t stop!”
“I won’t stop, darling.” Lilith cooed, slowing her movements but persisting in stimulating the area so that her state of arousal wouldn’t cease abruptly.
If she kept focusing on pleasing Zelda, however, her own arousal was a different matter, especially when a strange heaviness in her pelvis made itself known. Yes, she wanted to come because seeing Zelda like this was already a turn on and that wasn't news, but there was something different about it this time and when the realization hit her, she blushed profusely.
Still, nothing of this was about her and she tried to ignore it.
“Stop, stop!” Zelda whimpered then, and Lilith was brought back to reality. She felt her cunt clenching her finger hard, and then Zelda began to squirm profusely as her hand reached her own, replacing it to stroke at her clitoris and breaching pee-hole.
Gently, Lilith removed her finger from inside her and Zelda left a broken sigh when she was left empty and throbbing. Lilith swallowed and removed her glove, the strong, inotxicating scent of Zelda’s sex filling her nostrils and double her arousal.
“How are you doing?” She asked impatiently, rubbing her twitching thighs.
“I was about to leak!” Zelda whined, grinding into her own hand with wanton.
Lilith eyed nervously at the clock, noting that Doctor Miller had been gone for a little more than 40 minutes by now and they had no idea how long it would take for her to come back. She stood up then and rubbing her thighs together, she leaned over Zelda and stroked her hair while placing soft kisses on her brow.
“I’m proud of you, Zelda.” She murmured. “But you don’t have to do it. Nothing is more important than you and the baby, so just let go if you want to. We’ll come back tomorrow and fuck off our agendas.”
“I can do it.” The witch breathed out, nodding as she crossed her legs after regaining control. She couldn’t sit still though and started to bounce her leg. “Let’s wait a while more and then… then I’ll let go.” She compromised. “Twenty minutes… and… then… I can let go…” She murmured, maybe more to herself.
Lilith put on some music from her phone and started to pace around, trying to cope with her own needs. The slickness in her panties made every step uncomfortable, but she also needed to walk, because if she stopped for a moment, then the heaviness would come back and she wouldn’t be able to hide it.
She kept pacing and talking to Zelda for a while, trying not to look over because her incessant squirming and moans affected her immensely but after a while, she felt a pang to her inside and she almost doubled over. She cursed her phone’s low battery when the music came to a halt and, defeated, she sat heavily on her stool.
Zelda had started to count inside her head to keep her mind occupied, but soon she realized that making calculus was only making her feel more frustrated. Then she thought about the lectures, then she made a list of all the baby stuff they still need to buy and once again debated herself if they should rely on mortal shops or craft the items themselves, like the tradition wanted. Still, it was a Satanic tradition and they weren’t Satanic witches anymore.
Storking lazily at herself, her pee-hole twitching and burning every time she applied pressure on it, Zelda glanced over Lilith and frowned.
“Are you listening to me?” She asked, wondering why the demoness had her eyes closed and was clawing at her own thighs. “Are you still planning on finding the wood for the crib in the Infernal Realm?” She asked again, raising her voice.
“Yes, I’ll find the
ah
-wood my…myself!” The demoness mumbled, brow pinched.
Then she noticed it: the subtle grinding of her hips into the stool she was sitting on, the leather cracking slightly at the cantering movement.
“Why are you fidgeting so much?” Zelda wondered, her face softening upon seeing how flushed her skin was and the pearls of sweat forming at her brow. “Are you worked-up?” She asked with a small pout, “You can touch yourself, I would never be opposed to such a show, you know.”
Lilith widened her eyes in panic and, if possible, her blush intensified.
“It’s not that…” Her gaze locked with Zelda’s hand working hard through her puffy folds and she only wished she could do the same. “I mean, not
only
that.”
“You didn’t!”She watched as Zelda’s jaw fell slack and then she glared, enraged.
“I forgot to use the bathroom, okay?” Lilith confessed with a labored voice. “I was too worried tonight and I guess I was hyper focused on you.” Doing a quick math, she couldn’t believe she’d been unconsciously holding for more than 12 hours and, even worse, she couldn’t believe that her body had chosen to remind her of it now.
“That's just great!” Zelda scoffed, shifting on the table as she twisted her pelvis. Throwing her head back as she kept stroking herself, she let out a guttural sound of utter frustration, “Do something about it, please! Knowing you’re desperate makes me more desperate!”
“What do you want me to do?” Lilith protested, crossing her legs tight and grinding into the leather stool, “There’s no bathroom here and she locked us in!”
“There’s a pile of pads there, get creative.” The witch spat, brow creased.
“I’m not using a diaper, Zelda!” The Queen of Hell protested, clearly outraged. “I’ll let you know, I have some dignity!”
“You’re saying I’m about to lose
my
dignity?” Zelda looked up at her, eyes filled with tears and her lip quivering dangerously.
“Fuck, no, that’s not what I meant at all!” The demoness panicked. She didn’t really need Zelda having one of her crises right now. “You’re undergoing an examination, it’s different from… this!” She said, gesturing at herself.
“Whatever it is, you’re not helping me!”
“Have you ever heard of sympathizing?”
“Fuck!!” Zelda writhed, shivering profusely when a particularly sharp pang in her bladder forced her to tense. “If she’s not here in the next two minutes, I’ll-”
Like a boon, they heard a distinct knocking on the door. Zelda struggled to relax a bit quile she removed her hand and resumed to just cross her legs and clenching real hard and Lilith stopped fidgeting, overwhelmed by embarrassment.
“Come in, doctor!” Zelda shouted.
Quickly, the door unlocked and a flushed Doctor Miller entered the office. It was clear she’d been running and it was honestly kind of her to care so much about her patients. Running her hand into her hair, she changed her gown and immediately sat down on her stool, wearing gloves and turning on the ultrasound at light speed.
“Sorry for taking so long!” Doctor Miller apologized. “I’m really impressed with your resistance, Mrs Spellman, it’s like you’ve trained for this!” She giggled and even if it was clear she was making conversation to further distract the redhead as she applied the gel and helped her settle her feet in the stirrups, it was nice to hear.
Zelda and Lilith exchanged a knowing glance.
“I’ve had help.” The witch murmured. “But I’m really about to lose control, so be quick about it, please!”
“Alright, just let me take the right frame…” Three pair of eyes glued to the monitor when Zelda’s bladder came into vision: it was a white balloon, stretched to the impossible as it took practically the whole screen. They could see it spasming and contracting and Zelda bit down her lip as she waited for the blessed signal.
After a few moments, the doctor pressed down, Zelda whined when she felt a hot spurt jetting out of her and the burning sensation made her eyes well up. Lilith grabbed her hand and allowed her to squeeze it as the doctor dabbed at her.
“Relax, Mrs Spellman,” She coached, “We want to avoid those fierce streams, ok? It’ll only hurt more. Take your time.”
Zelda tried to take deep breaths and let her muscles relax but the horrible burning was imprinted in her brain and every time she started to let go, something inside made it clench all over again.
“I can’t do it!” She whined, twisting in frustration. The pressure was unbearable, so why couldn’t she let go? Why was her body being such an enemy?
“Of course you can!” Lilith encouraged her.
“I’m going to stimulate the bladder with the transducer to initiate the flow, if that’s alright with you,” The doctor proposed. Zelda nodded, “Welcome the pressure.”
Carefully, Doctor Miller started to steadily press into her bladder while keeping it framed on the monitor, she moved in circles, making Zelda aware of the liquid inside of her fighting to get out, and then with downward movements as she assisted the emptying.
Sure enough, Zelda felt her urethra being filled and then her pee-hole breaching open. Breathing hard, she tried not to push with it and neither stopped the flow, even if the burning had returned full force.
“It burns!” She whined. Even if she was still full, the stream decreased and the doctor was quick enough to enhance the pressure.
“I know it burns, Mrs Spellman, we’re almost done.” She assured her, “I advise you to take multiple bathroom breaks during the day so you can endure the burning for a shorter time. It’ll get better soon with the medication, I promise.”
Zelda clenched her jaw and continued relieving herself until she wasn’t sure the pad could absorb it anymore. Finally empty, she allowed herself to breathe and released Lilith’s hand from her vicious grip.
“How do you feel?” The demoness asked.
“Much better,” Zelda sighed, unable to hide her smile when she saw Lilith fidget one last time, and then thrusting her hips forward as she clearly fought a wave of true desperation. How the tables had turned!
“Alright, now can you try to engage your muscles and push the last residue out? It’s going to burn more as you force it out.”
Zelda locked her gaze with the monitor and focused on the small white blob that was still there. Swallowing, she focused and engaged her lower muscles. Indeed, it burned a lot and she whined as she successfully passed all the residue out.
“You did great!” Lilith praised her as Doctor Miller wiped her clean and disposed of the ruined pad.
“Take a break, Mrs Spellman. Deep breaths.” She instructed and returned to her files. “I’m glad to inform you that the urinary reflux isn’t present. Perhaps you just restrained yourself from completely emptying your bladder because of the burning, it’s understandable. From now on, it’s important that you do exactly what you just did: relax your muscles and don’t push until the very end, only to completely empty your bladder.”
“I will.” She said, still panting hard, “Anything else I can do?”
“Drink a lot of water, take Vitamin C and clean the area frequently with water and a bit of baking soda, that will reduce the discomfort.”
“Alright, doctor, thank you!” Zelda panted hard, happy that her ordeal would be over in a few days and she wouldn’t have to go through a surgery, no matter how minor.
“I’ll let you get dressed while I prepare the prescriptions… they really left me without refills of anything in here, for Hell’s sake!” She mumbled, disappearing once again.
“I’m so glad you’re fine!” Lilith exhaled, kissing her soundly.
“I’m glad too and I can’t wait to go home and take a long nap.”
“You’ve earned it!” The demoness giggled. “Do you think you can get dressed by yourself while I visit the restrooms real quick?”
Zelda quickly grabbed the demoness by her wrist before she could slip away.
“Na-ah!” She shook her head, grinning mischievously. “You’ll have to wait until we’re home as a punishment.I think I’m in a mood for a little fun
after
my nap.”
Lilith squirmed deliciously, both from desperation and anticipation.
“Only because you’re pregnant,” She would’ve done anything to please her.