The rising sun shined through Amelia's window. The Mawile began to stir, eyes fluttering awake. Morning already, Amelia thought. Another day of slowly trudging through her studies and research, broken up by the occasional trip to the kitchen to have food or to the bathroom to relieve herself (or to *relieve* herself). She looked to the end of her bed: her dick sprawled across the floor, swollen over 2 meters long by the night's growth spurts. Just behind that were her balls, over a meter wide combined, which idly grumbled and gurgled with her load as it sloshed within, roiled up by her ever-powerful prostate. She throbbed with extreme power and desire to be fapped, her balls overflowing with cum. Opposite her bed, a large pumping machine sat embedded in the bedroom wall. A hose extended from the device, connecting to a milking pump enveloping Amelia's penis. Without this pump, she would grow an extra half size larger every hour and, with absolutely no outside stimulation, would awake from an 8-hour sleep with balls over five meters wide and dick ten meters long, more than enough to tear through the walls. Instead, the pump generally cut her growth rate in half. The Mawile felt a rush of pleasure as the device briefly raised its suction to extract several dozen liters of cum. She felt her balls tighten and diminish as the pump milked them, only to swell back up with that lost volume plus a little bit extra. Unfortunately, the pumps could only do so much to keep her contained!

Speaking of containment, Amelia's swollen abdomen sat sloshing at the side of her bed from the night's hold. Her bladder, usually a tenth of a meter wide with a capacity for half a liter, was half a meter wide and held over 60 liters of pee; before bed, she'd drained her bladder bone-dry. The Mawile's body was overactive in many ways, not the least in how much water should spontaneously be generated by her kidneys and stored in her bladder. It only took an hour for her bladder to go from dry to full, and she knew her volume to double every hour after that! Luckily, as a Mawile, she was built for holding pee and could sleep all night with such a needy body. She blamed her father, a water type who was famous for producing lakes of pee every day yet being able to hold for months.

At times, Amelia couldn't help but aspire to be like her father.

Amelia's gaze wandered over to her calendar. The day was the 16th of Fel, Tonitrusday. The last day of the week. Last day of the week...? Amelia shot up from her bed in a panic. Oh no, Tonitrusday! She needed to finish her research and submit it to the Mages' guild before the end of the day, lest the guild docks her weekly pay! On the week when she nad to pay her utility bills, that would be awful. These pumps weren't cheap to maintain or power, and her water utility was certainly expensive when her house had to process a lake's worth of liquid or more every day! The Mawile quickly pulled her length from the pump and, via her fairy magic, forced her dick to diminish in size. Her already stiff member hardened to the firmness of steel, fitting for Amelia. As for her bladder, she decided to ignore it for now. She decided to avoid drinking a lot of water as she usually would. It was just 60 liters of pee, after all. Her hold probably wouldn't get too intense. Probably...

The Mawile rushed to her kitchen, hands gripping her crotch as she held her bladder as it sloshed heavily within her. Amelia considered that dealing with a bladder bigger than her would be an annoyance, and she would only get fuller as the day progressed. But, if she subjected herself to the relief of emptying herself, how long would she be waiting for her bladder to empty? At this level of fullness, Amelia could lose up to an hour! That was an hour she needed! So holding it is, Amelia thought to herself. At least her hard-on would keep her bladder plugged up.

Or so she thought. She continued her race toward food, only to pass by the bathroom. By instinct, she went inside to relieve herself, squeezing her bladder through the door along the way. She caught sight of the toilet, explicitly designed to help drain Amelia's bladder, and felt a pang of desperation shoot through her. The Mawile's arms immediately gripped her crotch, and she began to shake. No, she demanded of herself! She could hold it. She could hold all of it, just like her father! She quickly raced out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Yes, Amelia thought. She could hold every last drop of her pee until the day's urgent activities... another pang of desperation raced through her at the thought of her urgency! After a few moments of potty-dancing, The Mawile calmed her needy bladder and finished her thought: She would hold her pee until she completed the day's activities.

Arms still firmly glued to her crotch, Amelia completed the perilous 5-foot trek from her bedroom to the kitchen and began to cook herself some eggs. It was the fastest recipe she had to hand and one she knew the best. She hastily scrambled the eggs, poured them onto the griddle, cooked them up, and served them on a plate. She even heated some frozen sausages for good measure. All the while, Amelia kept at least one hand firmly grasping her crotch to fight her bladder's rising urges. As she waited for her eggs to cook, she could feel her bladder idly gurgling away below, a faint burble of liquid pumping into her bladder as her kidneys produced more pee. Amelia estimated that her kidneys added ten liters of liquid to her middle every minute. Finally, when her food was ready, she sat down with her plate and a whole juice container and downed everything before her without a second thought. Time to get to work!

Then, Amelia paused and turned to look at what she'd just done. Mere minutes after she'd told herself she would avoid liquid intake, she realized she'd just consumed an entire liter's worth of juice. She sighed in anguish, knowing what was to come. An audible gurgle emanated from her middle, louder than the previous. Not only would that additional liquid be added to her bladder, but the intake served to spur her kidneys to a higher rate of pee production. Unfortunately, it only accelerated the speed by which her bladder would fill, meaning her hold would be worse by the end of the day. Amelia cursed at herself for committing to this torment and continued to the back of the house: her lab.

Amelia called it torment, but the reality was that her overloaded bladder was a source of pleasure. She couldn't help but blame her father for that, knowing he got no small amount of sexual gratification for holding vast volumes of pee for months on end. Unlike her, Amelia's father had the means to passively compress the massive volume of pee he carried with him, and nobody ever noticed the ocean of pee he held. In contrast, Amelia had to rely on actively maintained magic to keep her bladder compressed, if she even had the time or energy to do so. She lacked both at that moment. Unlike her hyper malehood, which Amelia had near-perfect control over despite its apocalyptic size and growth thanks to her fairy succubus traits, her bladder was a raging and uncontrollable beast that would grow, swell, and expand without end if allowed. The thought excited Amelia. She'd done a few long holds before, in every one of which she'd swelled large enough to threaten scores of Pokemon with smothering beneath a destructive reservoir of pee. Amelia firmly believed that her bladder was more powerful than her father's. Legend told that he'd once held his pee for years, long enough to prepare a flood to drown the universe. She wondered: could her holds surpass her father's legendary ones? The thought excited her, the Mawile's steel-hard length hardening further to the strength of a diamond and her balls rumbling and roiling with enough force to idly shake the whole house. Her bladder also gurgled with excitement, her kidneys raising the flow into her abdomen to aid this desire.

The Mawile wasn't too keen on the idea from a pragmatic standpoint. She didn't care about the people, settlements, and environments she threatened to crush with her huge holds; she regularly crushed it all with her hyper malehood. She was far more concerned about her bladder shyness, that powerful quantum-locking force that kept her bladder locked tight if so much as a soul was observing her. It didn't matter how much she held or who was looking: a single prying eye would be detected, no matter where Amelia or her onlooker was or how much she held. Privacy would be impossible at the gargantuan sizes she could achieve. She'd have to be fully committed to it if she wanted a genuinely magnificent hold like her father.

But look at Amelia, letting her thoughts ramble about her bladder while she had work to do. It was almost as if her bladder was trying to tell her to do something important. She ignored her urges in favor of pressing matters: science! Amelia sat at her desk, which was immediately tricky due to her bloated bladder. She pushed the bulk of her mass to the back of her abdomen. Amelia would work while her pee welled up behind her. Amelia focused on her work, and she was finally able to liberate her hand from her crotch (though she still had to cross her legs to hold it in). She began reading the energy emanations given off by the subject of her study: a strange and powerful orb. This confounding artifact, an engine of creation, was so chaotic and inscrutable that nobody in their right mind had made any progress before Amelia's efforts. But, despite her unusual conditions (or perhaps because of them), Amelia was just the right Pokemon for the job! Her experience in divine and astral magic allowed her to more naturally understand the strange energies that constantly welled up from within the orb.

Speaking of welling up, the pee in her bladder was doing precisely that! Little by little, her bladder swelled. And all the while, the Mawile ignored and studied. Finally, after three hours of uninterrupted effort, she sat up and took stock. Her concentration now broken, Amelia's hands shot back to her pelvis, and she fought to hold the reservoir. It had grown to be three halves of a meter in diameter, larger than the Mawile. When she backed away from her counter, her abdomen centered itself in her body, lifting Amelia's torso towards the ceiling. Strange, thought Amelia. She shouldn't have filled this fast. Then she looked back at her work desk and realized what she'd done: sitting beside her workplace, Amelia kept a stash of water bottles to keep herself hydrated. An excellent workplace habit, but one that meant she'd guzzled five whole bottles of water without a second's thought. Her bladder was tripling in volume every hour with all that added water! Over 1000 liters of pee now sloshed around in her abdomen, and that number was climbing. Her burbling kidneys, productive with water as they were, could be heard audibly churning and gushing away within her body. 

With every liter added to her bladder, Amelia's desperation grew stronger. Amelia began to dance in place as she held in her pee. So massive was her middle that she couldn't reach her crotch without displacing her pee bloat again and agitating her bladder. The idea of relieving herself crossed her mind. It would be so easy to just sit on the toilet and let the waterworks flow for hours... no, she can't afford that right now. The Mawile slammed herself back upon the desk and got back to work, furiously pounding away at her research. She had to focus on anything that wasn't her needy bladder. Her rock-hard stiffy agreed, Having grown 6 meters long in its typical growth spurts. Her balls, 3 meters wide together, roiled with increasing excitement as arousal awakened within her. Amelia briefly paused to wonder if she would even be able to pee when this was over, given how horny she would invariably be. She tried to suppress her horny thoughts, knowing her dick could easily become a bigger problem than her bladder.

Amelia kept up her efforts for another two hours, during which her bladder filled ever faster. The Mawile idly downed more bottles of water, only occasionally stopping to give herself scorn for doing so but not quite taking the thought far enough to adjust her mode of behavior. Soon noon rolled around and regardless of how urgent her work was, she needed to stop for lunch. The Mawile paused and took stock. Her perspective rose to the ceiling as her bladder centered itself within her abdomen. She figured she was carrying 15 thousand liters of pee within her body, and her bladder now extended 3 meters in width. Her filling rate was accelerating fast, likely pentupling her volume every hour! Her length twitched with tremendous need underneath her rounded form, now 10 meters long and paired with balls half that wide. Amelia felt desire flare up within her. She began teasing herself, squeezing her sloshing abdomen and feeling the pangs of desperation burst through her. The Mawile groaned with loving discomfort and danced in place, crossing her legs tight as she could. Her eager length let loose a spurt of pre hard enough to break her lab-room door, and her balls rumbled and roiled a meter larger!

Amelia sighed and took a deep breath, allowing herself to calm down. She looked down at her work and... was pleasantly surprised! She was well ahead of schedule, so much so that she might be able to finish with a few more hours of effort. Perhaps her bladder was a boon rather than a bane; science showed that a full bladder drove people to perform tasks more quickly, efficiently, and with a sharper mind. It seemed holding her pee today was a great choice!

All that said, why stop holding now? Instead, Amelia thought it was an excellent time to serve herself lunch. However, her dick was getting too big and growing fast. In this situation, attempting to stimulate herself would start her typical, endless cycle of climax and growth. With every pulse, she could feel her length lengthen, expand in girth, and grow more firm. Moving would be impossible, and she couldn't kick-start the apocalypse when her paper was due. Thus, the Mawile was left with one measure that would surely mean the end of existence: She focused and forced her endowments to be repressed, diminishing their size back to the two meters she wielded when she woke up. As her dick reduced, she could feel her lust spiking higher and higher as immense need surged within her. She needed to jerk off, and badly! She needed to rub herself, she needed to cum, and she needed to grow bigger than all things! As her endowments diminished, Amelia lamented that she couldn't do the same for her bladder, at least not very well. She could compress her bladder, but the pain of holding would get much stronger as a result! She now had to fight and hold in her dick AND her bladder.

It was OK, Amelia thought. She could get through this. She just had to hold it...

Amelia began to carry her bloated self to the kitchen to serve lunch when she encountered yet another issue: the doorway was now too small for her. Her 3-meter-wide bladder couldn't fit heightwise through the door, let alone how much she would need to squeeze through lengthwise. Amelia knew what she had to do and sighed in anguish as she prepared to compress herself down. Her bladder began to diminish in size but continued to increase in volume. Her eyes watered, she whined loudly, her knees bent, and her legs squeezed together hard. She had to pee, really, really bad! Three meters of bladder became two, and then one. The little pressure gauge in Amelia's head was spinning around and around, filling her mind with thoughts of flowing water: pipes bulging with high pressure, waterfalls roaring with spilling water, fire hydrants bursting from too much water, a massive ocean wave crashing down upon a whole continent! No, Amelia thought! She had to banish these thoughts somehow! She focused on her dick, her lust being the only sure-fire way to keep her sphincter closed. But that just made her dick torment her instead. Thoughts of growth invaded her mind: crashing through her house, burying her dick in the planet and humping until her climax blows clean through, fueling the sun with her orgasm until she grows too big and the sun falls down her penis instead, solar systems fizzling out as they collide with her growing balls!

Amelia managed to diminish her bladder size to half a meter in width. Unfortunately, though she was only six times smaller than her actual volume, she felt like her bladder was ten times more painful. The Mawile tried to take a step and winced: the pain was too much, and it only made her more desperate to urinate or masturbate (or both). The only bright side was that being erect would repress her ability to pee while holding her bladder would occupy her from jerking off. 

Amelia had to bear with it and shuffle her way to the kitchen while keeping her desperation stable for long enough to eat a meal and then get back to work. She began to work herself down the hall and into the bathroom... wait, not the bathroom! Her arms shot to her crotch at the sight of the toilet, and her desperation once again skyrocketed. She felt like she could unleash a biblical flood at any time, so severely did the Mawile need to pee. Everything about her body reacted with excitement and growth: Her dick hardened and stretched bigger, her balls rumbled and roiled larger, and her bladder... oh, her aching bladder! The sight of her toilet gave her the feeling of a factory whirring to life. If she was filling with a trickle of pee before, now it was a faucet's worth.

Amelia backed out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut. No more bathroom, she demanded of herself. She wouldn't even think about that place existing until it was finally time to relieve herself. Oh, god... even the thought of relief in any form was driving Amelia insane! The Mawile rushed into the kitchen and started looking for something to eat. Cooking was out of the question, given how bloated and cumbersome her body was becoming (even while she was compressed). She had no choice but to find and heat up leftovers. As the Tupperware-bound food spun around in the microwave, Amelia focused on holding and calming her urges. She silenced the distractions of the world around her. Slowly but surely, she repressed her desperation. Her dick softened, and her body slowed down in its pee production. Perfect! If she could maintain this state of being, surely she could hold for the rest of the day!

Drip

Amelia's eyes shot wide open. Her dick practically lept back to total hardness, and her pee factory wired back to full power, this time with greater force and output. Drip. The Mawile huffed in panicked agony and looked around. The sink was on a slight drip, set so last night to reduce the odds of her pipes freezing overnight. She rushed over to the sink and practically slammed the faucet handle down, turning the dripping off. She started to try and calm herself again, only to realize that her food was done reheating. Her reprieve was gone; now, she had to eat and get back to work. It's only for a few more hours, Amelia assured herself as she shoveled food down her throat and guzzled more water... WAIT! Damn it, the Mawile cursed loudly to herself and tossed her bottle into the wall. She'd just downed *another* whole liter of liquid without even thinking!

She was so frustrated that she didn't even finish her lunch, instead marching herself and her aching bladder down the hall to the bathroom and- NO! The Mawile's arms shot to her crotch, her agony only getting stronger the more she thought of this place. Damn it, damn her bladder! Damn her bathroom! She couldn't take this horrendous torment any further! Something had to be done, either about her bladder or her bathroom. But, she could choose to deal with only one of these things. To Amelia, the choice was obvious.

Minutes later, she turned the key on her bathroom door and locked it tight. There would not, under any circumstances, be any bathroom breaks for Amelia until she finished her work. She gripped the key in triumph, feeling she'd come up with a great solution to her desperation, at least in the short term. Then again... She stared at the key for about a minute. Pangs of urgency kept gripping her through her bladder, much to the delight of her eager cock and pent-up balls. She briefly zoned out. When she came to, Amelia realized she'd unlocked the bathroom door and cracked it open. NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! She slammed it shut and locked it once again. Enough! If her bladder was going to drive her to this... if her bladder loved the bathroom so much, she'd give it what it wanted. She parted her legs and shoved the key up her vaginal peehole, the toothed end sliding right into her bladder. With a single clench, she pulled the key in. Now, Amelia's bladder would be the very thing keeping her out of the bathroom. Brilliant, Amelia thought.

Back to work, then. Amelia reentered the lab and stood before her desk. Her overloaded, heavily compressed bladder dominated her mind as it complained about its righteous agony. She would have to release its restraints if she wanted to focus on her work. A deep breath, and then... BWOMPH! Her bladder expanded to be five meters wide! Tables and chairs went flying into the walls. It was all Amelia could do to grab hold of her day's work before her bladder sent it flying too! Seventy-five thousand liters of pee were stuffed into her middle, taking up a sizeable portion of Amelia's lab. If she had to put a number, Amelia suspected her volume was now septupling every hour. OK, Amelia thought to herself as she fought and struggled against her bladder, pulling its contents to remain behind her while she worked. She could do this, the Mawile thought to herself. She just had to finish this, and then she could finally let the dam burst.

Amelia struggled to push through the aching of her bladder, even while she managed to hold it. The thought of dams bursting didn't help. Her bladder idly gurgled as it slowly processed the vast volumes of water the Mawile had consumed already. All thoughts were on Amelia's paper, her only chance of repressing these thoughts of needing to let the waterworks flow, let the dam burst, let the pipes leak, let the reservoir empty! The Mawile's bladder complained harder than ever!

Just have to hold it, just have to hold it! These thoughts echoed in Amelia's mind over and over again. Hold it all in, every last drop. You don't have to pee. Your bladder is bone dry. Not even a drop. You have to hold it. Hold it all in. Amelia felt her pain diminishing as she forced these thoughts through her head. Hold it in. Hold it in! Her desperation diminished, and her arousal grew. Her length throbbed and swelled with hyper desire, six meters in all, and her need to cum began to outweigh her need to pee. Just have to hold it, just have to hold it. She could hear her bladder protesting, demanding to release. Her kidneys grumbled and gurgled, whirring even stronger to pump her up with more pee and fuel her desperation. Let them pump her up, Amelia thought to herself. Let her body try to quench her bone-dry bladder. She can hold it. She can hold oceans of pee without the slightest pang of desperation. In fact, she began telling herself that she wouldn't stop holding until she held an ocean!

That thought had two effects: Her bladder groaned ominously as if her body accepted that challenge. Five meters of bladder width soon turned into six. Seven feet would come before long. But this had a knock-on effect, the other development on her body: her length was growing rapidly, egged on by the Mawile's desire to hold her pee. Her penis swelled to eight meters in minutes, enough to be pressing against her lab door, and her balls too began to contribute to the decreasing space in her lab at six meters of width. Her lust had grown enough to fully inhibit her ability to pee, her hard length sealing her sphincter. Unfortunately, it also broke Amelia's lab table, beneath which her dick was initially resting. No matter. Given that her length was so hard, Amelia began using her hard-on as her workspace. She didn't need her lab's equipment any further, not to finish this paper anyway.

The Mawile furiously scribbled away, having had enough with the distractions of her body. Her body tried its best to keep distracting her, though. Her bladder swelled and swelled, gradually taking up more of the laboratory. Her eight meters of bladder width became nine. Amelia's dick, nine meters in length and forcibly dragged forward by her bladder demanding all the space it could fine, soon poked into the hallway. Amelia briefly paused to wonder how she could get her bladder into the bathroom to relieve herself once the paper was finished, which was coming close to fruition.

There was one hour remaining, one final hour to finish up her work. Her bladder was relentless in its demands. Pee, pee, pee, pee, pee! The thoughts of desperation were slowly chipping away at Amelia's cast-iron defense. Just have to hold it! No, pee! Let the dam burst! No, she just has to hold it! Let the waterworks flow; let the faucet turn on! The flood will get bigger! But then that means she must keep holding it! She'll only get bigger! So she'll just hold it all in to keep that flood at bay!

No, Amelia said to herself! Focus! Fifty minutes remained! Her bladder expanded faster, filling the whole lab room at ten meters in width. To think a few hours was all she needed to produce half a million liters of pee! Her immense bladder sloshed behind her, pumping up with unending volumes of pee, demanding ceaselessly to be unleashed. Amelia would not grant her body its request, and her body grew bigger and more aroused for it. Her length became ten meters long, her balls equally as big! It was as if her testicles and her bladder were competing for the most enormous size! The walls groaned as Amelia's reservoirs threatened to tear her house apart!

Thirty minutes remained. Pee, hold it! Pee, hold it! Focus... just have to hold it... just the summary left to write! Amelia scribbled furiously. She half-worried that her paper would come across as gibberish, with all the distraction her mind has endured today. Perhaps it would have been better to... PEE! PEE PEE! Her bladder demanded to pee right that instant! She felt her sphincter open up and let the waterworks briefly flow, but her twelve-meter-long hard-on locked it all in. A single clench and the pee backflowed to where it belonged. That's right, Amelia thought to herself. Her pee belongs in her bladder. There is no need to pee. She has no need to relieve herself. All her pee should stay locked up in her bladder, always and forever!

After fighting through a few last pangs of desperation, Amelia repressed her urges a final time and kept writing. Her bladder expanded further, the walls groaning as they began to break. Eleven meters in width. Ten minutes remained. Just a few more things to point out, a couple of more items to briefly reiterate, and...

ZHWOOP!

Amelia teleported her paper away, sending it off to the mages' guild for evaluation. Finally, she'd done it: she'd made it through her entire paper-writing fiasco. At long last, it was time to relieve her bladder. The Mawile finally sat back and let her bladder slosh back into place, raising her head to the ceiling as she became a pee balloon. Time for relief, time to pee...

Time to pee? Amelia huffed and groaned. She relaxed her sphincter muscles for the first time all day, and the pee tried to flow. But now, she had a problem: Her dick had other plans. Gradually growing and beginning to crush the house, Amelia's lustful body had no intention of letting its source of arousal escape. Ten meters of bladder width became eleven! Just have to hold it, just have to hold it. The thoughts dominated Amelia's mind. Hold it in. Hold it all in!

No, Amelia thought! The time for holding it was past. She had to pee, and she had to pee badly! The house began to break apart as more pee flooded into her bladder. Eleven meters of bladder became twelve, with nearly a million liters of pee welled up inside her. This was on top of her endowments swelling, growing, enlarging! Her expanding flesh, surpassing twelve meters in length, destroyed the house in front of her. The building began to break open like an eggshell, revealing the growing yoke within. The Mawile tried to wriggle her way through the wreckage of the beaten house to get to her bedroom. Hooking herself up to the pump was the only way to curb her arousal at this stage. It was either that or allowing her dick to become an existential threat! Amelia demolished the house further as she tried to work her way through the rubble and splinters to find the end of the pumping hose. Finally, a few lucky jolts of her hips, accompanied by desperate arms and legs crossing, managed to get her length hooked up!

The machine powered on as soon as it detected Amelia's dick entering the pump's confines. Suction whirred through the tube, helping to pull the hose further up her mammoth member until it fit snugly upon her. Due to the sheer scale of her endowments, the pump could only envelop her tip. It wouldn't take much growth to break the pump, which whirred with all its strength to drive the Mawile towards orgasm. Amelia could only sit and wait, hopeful that the pump could work before breaking it. All the while, her thoughts kept echoing: just have to hold it, just have to hold it! The Mawile groaned in agony as her bladder expanded faster, now fourteen meters wide! She didn't want to be a pee blimp; she just wanted to have some relief at long last! Her dick only grew bigger and mightier as her thoughts raced, surpassing fifteen meters in length, expanding all the girthier, and loudly stretching the highly durable plastic of the pump beyond its parameters. Amelia danced in place and squeezed her legs tight, fighting to keep her sphincter closed, even as her desperation to relieve herself kept rising. It was pure instinct dominating her, urged on both by her Mawile nature to hold and by her insane, pee-fueled arousal.

More, Amelia thought. More pee! She wanted to hold more. A lustful fog began to overtake the Mawile, and she pulled herself from the hose. Or rather, she tried to, but her dick swelled and cracked the pumping tube before she could get the hose off. She was only halfway to climax and extremely horny for it! Her bladder, standing at fifteen meters in width, now smothered the entire foundation that used to be her house. She wanted to hold more! The Mawile pulled her length and bladder aside and found what remained of her kitchen. There, dozens of bottles of water sat strewn in the wreckage. She grabbed each one and guzzled it, feeling her bladder lurch and become needier with each addition. As soon as she emptied the kitchen of water, she turned to her lab, where that fridge of water bottles remained. They were all drowned within minutes. The Mawile's bladder, kicking into overdrive, swelled another five meters wide, thirty feet in all, carrying 4 million liters of pee.

It wasn't enough. The Mawile needed more! Just have to hold it... Just have to hold it! She was desperate to push her pee-fueled arousal even higher. The haze afflicting her mind drove her to a single thought: Her bathroom's drain. The lakes of pee that Amelia drained from herself daily often sat and accumulated beneath her house, stored in vast aquifers for weeks on end (which, given the purifying nature of her body, was no different from water and safe for any hapless soul to drink from). Amelia, however, had other ideas for this reservoir into the inlet of which she shoved her dick. Through a simple water spell, her dick created a magical suction that reached down to the depths of the aquifer, ensuring every drop was coming back to her. Her bladder reclaimed many weeks' worth of pee in mere minutes. Twenty meters of bladder became two hundred. The Mawile huffed and groaned, begging for more to hold. Thousands, then billions, and then trillions of liters of liquid were sucked up from the aquafer ad into her waterworks. Two hundred meters of bladder size soon became two thousand! As Amelia thoroughly sucked the aquifer dry, Amelia's bladder held a jaw-dropping four trillion liters of pee!

The moment the flow ceased, another flow began to take its place. All of this filling, all of this holding, was too much for Amelia to bear! Her length expanded massively, quickly reaching hundreds of meters in length, and began to pump her seed into the aquafer! The Mawile groaned and huffed, moving however much she could to hump the drain and pump the ground full of herself. Her balls rumbled and roiled, expanding dozens of meters every second as her erupting cock could not outpace their potency. With the Mawile as productive and aroused as she was, she was quick to replace every last drop of those four trillion liters. And that was just the start. Her rumbling, welling pee reservoir kept her arousal at its peak! What she unleashed now was only the start of a much more apocalyptic climax! The whole region began to rumble as the aquafer overflowed, seed beginning to find its way up to the surface in massive geysers!

The relief of climax began to clear the fog of Amelia's mind. As the Mawile came to her senses, she realized what she'd done. She huffed and panicked as reality set in: Not only was she more full of pee than ever, but now the primary way she had to drain herself was overloaded with cum. She tried to pull herself out of the pipeworks, but all she wound up doing was instinctually ramming herself even deeper. Her length erupted with renewed orgasm, which began to fog up her mind again. Somehow (or, perhaps, as was typical), her redoubled climax drove her balls to roil even harder, ensuring no amount of orgasm would stop them from swelling alongside her bladder! The world began to shake as she pumped up the aquifer with more seed than it could handle, those various geysers becoming volcanos! And all the while, the Mawile's bladder filled!

Hold it in, hold it in, hold it in! Amelia grinned maniacally as lust overtook her, her endowments growing bigger as her desperation egged them on. Her growing length drilled into the earth, pumping seed into the ground with enough force that she hydro-drilled her way into the planet's core, which began to fill with Mawile seed. The sheer power and heat of Amelia's climax began to burn away all the iron sloshing about within the planet, replacing it all with untold volumes of Mawile seed. She was so focused on lust and sex with the world that she began ignoring her bladder, expanding kilometers by the second and swollen with quadrillions of liters of pee, soon quintillions! It was a hopeless cycle: She was desperate to pee, which fueled her lust which engorged her cock and prevented her from relieving herself, which in turn served to accelerate her welling bladder. If unhindered, she would hold her pee forever!

That was an existence Amelia was, right now, eager to perpetuate. More pee, more! Hold it in! Just have to hold it! Every last drop! Fill her bladder infinitely! The desire for holding dominated her thoughts, but at the same time, something else deep within her was fighting to intensify her climax. Her malehood would just keep climaxing and growing without end if allowed, but if she could peak high enough, she could release her massive reservoir of cum all in one go! She huffed and thrust with all her might. She certainly *needed* to burst the dam in her balls, which swelled just as fast if not faster than her bladder. The blimped Mawile resembled little more than three overfilled spheres, each hundreds of kilometers wide and swelling faster, with a massive outlet pipe buried deep in the planet, swelling and thickening hundreds of kilometers every second and drilling its way into the core. She had to peak before she hit the core, Amelia thought. She wasn't worried about the planet; in retrospect, she'd doomed the whole world the minute she decided to hold her pee for more than a few minutes. If she reached the core, her eruption would most certainly destroy the planet, and then it would be such a struggle to find anywhere to hump and find the colossal release she so desperately needed.

WHAM, THUMP, SLAM! Amelia shoved her length into the massive crater, again and again. She pulled the planet's nethers wide open as her cock's girth increased. The Mawile was well into the mantle now and rapidly descending towards the world's outer core. She huffed and panicked; she wasn't going to make it! She had only one option to increase her arousal fast enough: Amelia focused on her kidneys and, through potent water magic, drove them to pump entire oceans' worth of pee into her bladder every second! Millions upon trillions upon quadrillions of liters flooded her middle ceaselessly, pumping her bladder thousands of meters wider by the second! The Mawile was truly a sight to behold, a truly ginormous reservoir of liquid ever-expanding. The extra push raised Amelia's arousal even higher! Her climax was intensifying fast, though so was her growth!

She felt something grinding against the tip of her cock. Her enormity had breached the outer core! Her moon-sized bladder weighed down upon the world, helping to bury her cock even deeper. The Mawile humped with all her might, knowing it would be a matter of seconds before she breached the inner core and obliterated her world-condom. The sheer volume of destruction around her was a testament to how powerful the Mawile had become: The skies were fiery red, entire continents were torn asunder, and vast oceans of cum flooded the world as the seed was forced to the surface. The Mawile huffed and humped with the might of a goddess, her climax rising higher and higher. 

The heat against her tip reached a peak: she'd breached the inner core. Amelia closed her eyes and focused purely on her desperate, overloaded bladder. Just have to hold it... just have to hold it... just... have to...

KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The whole planet exploded as Amelia reached the center of the core, the sheer volume of seed she unleashed therein forced out in all directions, effectively ripping the world apart. Luckily for Amelia, her final push was just enough to reach her true peak. As the world exploded, a massive eruption of cum spilled forth from her cock, spreading in a cone that flew faster than light to smother distant star systems across the galaxy and beyond. Her balls, quaking and hyper-powered, finally began to diminish as the ungodly reservoir began to empty. And, all the while, Amelia could feel it: relief was approaching. For the first time in what felt like ages, her cock went limp. Her balls diminished to a more manageable moon-destroying size as opposed to her planet-sized bladder. Thus, the pee finally began to flow.

Or it would have, had Amelia not immediately crossed her legs to shut herself back up.

Just have to hold it, Amelia thought to herself. Her truly gargantuan bladder would have to remain contained until she could find her way back into her home now that the planet - and her bathroom - was destroyed. Even then, the key to her bathroom was still bouncing around somewhere inside her bladder! Eeh, Amelia decided she would sort out the fine details later. For now, she would focus on holding her pee. It was just for a little while, maybe a few hours... or days... or much, much longer. Besides, her length was starting to stand up again, her cum factories roaring back to life. For now, she just had to hold it!