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It looked like an attractive way to pick up a little extra money. The ad was for
volunteers for physiological research - either men or women. The fee was for
each day's service, in a clinic, and it could be done on a weekend. To a couple
in their forties, with college expenses looming, it seemed a good way to acquire
a bit of extra cash.

My husband was immediately attracted. "Look, Joanie, all I have to do is go in
on a Saturday, let them study me or put me through a few tests, or whatever, and
I'll be home in the evening. All under medical supervision, with insurance. It
even says there are no drugs or medications involved. What could be easier?"

"If you'd like, then let's try it - we sure can use the money." I was perhaps a
bit less enchanted than he was, but the idea seemed harmless enough - at least
worth investigating.

Mike did the investigation, and made a few phone calls. Soon, we had an
appointment to visit the clinic the following afternoon.

We arrived promptly at 4:30 on the appointed day. The clinic was on the second
floor of a professional office building, in what appeared to be a respectable
neighborhood. It appeared to occupy a suite of offices, although we saw only the
outer office, where a female receptionist greeted us.

"You are responding to our ad?" she inquired, in a friendly manner. "Yes", Mike
responded, "Both of us. We thought we would see if you could use either or both
of us on a weekend. We both work during the week."

"I see. Many have that situation. You know we do physiological research, that
involves testing of subjects, and can involve photography or x-rays. Some
preparation may be required, depending upon the aspect of the study. We have a
nurse who checks all subjects for medical suitability, and is available if any
complications should arise, though none ever have. The preparations will not
involve taking drugs or any kind of medication, though it could involve certain
types of clothing or appliances, exercise, either fasting or eating certain
types of foods or drinks. You would not be asked to consume anything potentially
harmful, and of course you can leave at any time; though if you before the study
is complete, you would not receive your fee."

"Sounds OK", Mike answered.

"Then, please fill out these forms. After you complete them, the nurse will want
to check your height and weight, and some things like blood pressure and pulse,
just to be sure you are suitable. Understand we sometimes need specific body
types, so everyone is not acceptable for every study."

We went through the application forms, completed them, and were directed to
await the nurse's arrival. She showed up after a few minutes, and indicated she
would take us, one at a time. I went first. She took me to a room nearby, and
asked a few questions. The weighing and other items were done quickly, and she
seemed satisfied.

"You seem like a healthy specimen, Mrs. Wentworth. I trust your husband will be
the same. Let's see - you weighed in at 155. Would you say that is your normal
weight?"

"Well, I know I could stand to lose a few pounds- " I started to answer, a bit
embarrassed.

"Oh, no, I am not being critical. We might be able to use you for one of our
studies. You're about the size we need for one of our subjects. But now, let's
see that husband of yours."

She escorted me out, and then took Mike for the same treatment.

He evidently satisfied her, and he returned a few minutes later. The nurse
disappeared, and we were asked to wait a few minutes.

A man in a white jacket appeared a bit later. "Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth?" he
greeted us. We acknowledged that he had us correctly named.

"Mr. Wentworth, I hope we can use you later, but just now I don't have any
project that would exactly fit your profile. However, we do have a study this
Saturday for which we can use Mrs. Wentworth, if she's interested."

I was just a bit surprised, but listened as he explained. "This study requires a
female of about your body weight. It will take several hours, starting in
midmorning. Part of it may be stressful, and as you will be alone for a time
while you prepare, you can bring your husband along for company, or maybe moral
support, if you wish. The study will require you to do certain body movements,
and undergo some x-ray examinations and physical measurements as the study
progresses. Also, you will be expected to drink quite a bit of water - but it
will not be anything bad-tasting. Think you can handle it?"

I thought I could do it, and told him so. Then I looked at Mike. "You want to
come and be my moral support? He said it might be stressful! Maybe after you see
what I do you won't want to offer yourself!"

He returned the smile, and agreed to come with me.

We were told the time to come - 9:30 on a Saturday morning. A few other
instructions were given, but one question occurred to me. "Is there any special
way I should dress?" I asked.

"As simply as possible. Since you haven't participated in these studies before,
Mrs. Wentworth, I suppose I should tell you that for the studies you will need
to disrobe, as you might for a medical examination. But, as we are a research
organization and not a physician's office, our technicians need to have access
to your body to do the studies, and since we are paying you for your services
rather than the other way around, we cannot provide the accommodation to your
modesty that a regular doctor's office might. To be very blunt, you will not be
wearing clothing during the studies. However, no one will see you other than our
research staff, and your husband, if he accompanies you. I assume you won't
object to him seeing you unclothed?"

I was a bit shaken. However, it didn't seem unreasonable, under these
circumstances. After all, I had gone through many medical examinations that
required disrobing. Just this time, they wouldn't be giving me a gown or
anything to cover myself with. I looked again at Mike. "Well, now, maybe I
shouldn't bring you along - " "Wouldn't miss it!" he answered, reassuringly.

"Wait until it's your turn!" I returned.

We returned home, with only a little discussion of the Saturday appointment. I
was rather pleased to have Mike go with me, as I would definitely feel better by
having his presence; but I was also a bit concerned about having to be without
my clothes during the study. We knew this would be several hours, and I had been
told that much of the time I would really have little or no activity. I thought
about taking a book or something to occupy my mind. I hoped they would at least
allow me some privacy when nothing was actively going on, but they seemed
unconcerned about that aspect. I decided I could be adaptable - we could use the
money; and, anyway, it was far from a public place.

Saturday came, and Mike and I arose early. Our teen-agers had their own
activities for the day, and we were not unduly concerned about them. They were
assured that both of us would be home by late afternoon - no later than we
ordinarily arrived from work on weekdays.

We had a light breakfast, and I pondered what I ought to wear for the day.
"Simple" was what I had been told - recalling that I wouldn't be keeping it on
long, anyway. I selected a light dress, easy to get on and off, and which I
could wear with the front unbuttoned to serve as a sort of dressing gown, should
that be possible at any time. I looked through my underwear and picked out a bra
and panties that at least had no holes or stains to embarrass me! Then I chose a
pair of soft flats for footwear, not requiring any socks or hosiery.

Somewhat nervously, I prepared myself to leave with Mike a bit after nine. Mike
dressed casually, and seemed completely at ease. After all, he wasn't going to
be the subject of the study.

We drove to the site, parked, and arrived at the office suite a few minutes
early. The same woman who had greeted us before was on hand, and welcomed us
with a friendly smile.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth! Glad to have you again. We will be ready for you
shortly. Now, Mrs. Wentworth, as you are the subject, you will be instructed by
our technician, Mr. Knowles, as to what you need to do. Mr. Wentworth is, of
course, welcome to keep you company in the room where you will be for your
preparation and while you are waiting; but, Mr. Wentworth, you do understand
that you will not participate in the study yourself and you must not interfere
in the studies and examinations that are made of your wife. Also, at times she
will be taken to other areas, particularly for taking of some measurements and
for photographs and x-rays, and you will not be able to accompany her at such
times. You do agree, don't you?"

"Yes, indeed," Mike replied, "I will stay completely out of whatever you want of
her. I'm just here to keep her company when she has time to pass."

"Good. Now, I see Mr. Knowles is coming - Mr. Knowles, this is Mrs. Joan
Wentworth, the subject we will be using today, and this is her husband, Mike. He
is just around to keep her company."

"And to give her a bit of support, I hope! At times she is going to need it. I
think, Mike, you may do a real service by helping encourage your wife through
the day's program, because some of it she may find a bit uncomfortable or
stressful. We'll try not to make it too difficult. Welcome, Mrs. Wentworth -
Joan, if I may?"

"Yes - Joan," I answered, trying to be casual.

"I'm Victor - Vic for short. I'll be the technician to see to your preparation.
There will be others around who will do certain phases of the study. I'd like
you to go to Room Three, down the hall, and make yourself comfortable. I will
join you in a few minutes." He gestured toward a hallway.

"Er, Vic, could I ask - are there others in this study today?" I inquired.

"Yes", Vic answered, "there are two other persons; a man a bit younger than you,
and a woman about ten years older. You may hear them, but you may not see much
of them. We do try to keep our subjects separated so as to protect their
privacy. You understand - our dress code for subjects was explained to you, was
it not?"

"Oh, yes," I answered quickly, understanding the reason for the isolation. As
Vic said no more, Mike and I went to Room Three, as instructed.

Room Three was one of a series of what looked like examination rooms in a
typical doctor's office. The room had a door, and the central furnishing was a
low table, cushioned on top, evidently for examinations. It was covered with a
clean sheet, and had a pillow. It was set lower than examining tables usually
are, though, perhaps two feet high. Beside it was a small square stand with
several items set on it; and there two chairs in the room. A clothes tree stood
in a corner, and there was a storage cabinet with contents unknown. There was no
window, and the room was brightly lit.

"I suppose they will want me here", I observed, seating myself on the table.

"And I have two chairs to choose from!" Mike countered. He placed the small bag
we had brought, containing a couple of books and some other things, beside the
small stand.

We waited. After about ten minutes, Vic came into the room. He looked directly
at me, smiling and in mock surprise, said "Oh - you have not started to get
yourself ready?"

"What was I to do?" I asked, surprised myself.

"Didn't I remind you of our dress code?" Vic replied in an amused voice.

"Do you mean I should have undressed?"

"Then you do understand our requirements! It's OK - let me explain what will be
going on. First, we keep the door closed as much as we can to protect your
privacy. We don't provide, or permit, gowns or other covering, because it
interferes with the studies. When we take you from the room, it will usually be
when the other subjects are in their rooms, so your privacy is protected. No one
sees you except the technicians doing the study. We will take photographs and
x-rays of parts of you, but these will be used only for research purposes. You
need not fear about them showing up in some shady magazine.

"The study we are doing today is related to physiological changes that happen
under certain conditions that we will want you to develop, and we will then
perform some studies, that is take some measurements, photos, and x-rays, while
you are in that state. We may ask you some questions are to how you feel, and
ask you to do certain exercises or activities. You will find that some
preparation time is required, and you can relax as much as you can or wish while
this is occurring. We will periodically check you to determine when the
conditions are right, that is, when you are ready; and at that time we take you
to accomplish the study details. Right now, if you will get ready, I will take
you for an initial examination to establish the base line data; after which you
will come back here for your preparation, which will probably take a couple of
hours."

"What does the preparation involve?" I asked.

"It's quite painless. By the way, did you eat much this morning? It is better if
you do not have a full stomach."

"I had a light breakfast, but that was several hours ago. Why do I need an empty
stomach?"

"The preparation will be easier, since it involves having you drink a fair
amount of water. Do you like plain water to drink? And, you know, you can start
getting ready!"

I had been waiting for him to leave, but he had made no move to do so. I started
to unbutton my dress. "How much do I have to drink?"

"That depends. The condition we want to study with you is that of an extremely
full bladder; and we will want to do the research on you in that state. We will
ask you to start drinking water once the preliminary check has been done on you,
and, of course, you must not urinate until the first study is done. How long it
takes for you to get adequately filled up is part of the research."

Admittedly, I was a bit shocked. "How full", I asked, rather delicately, "Is
extremely full? I don't know if I can manage that, or stay that way - I mean,
it's going to be hard to hold!" My dress was now off, and I was unhooking my
bra.

"My job, with the help of your husband, is to help you restrain yourself long
enough to reach the desired conditions. We think you can, with the right
encouragement. It will, however, get uncomfortable for you. That's what you are
being paid for."

My bra off, I dropped my underpants, and hung them on the clothes tree. Now I
had only my shoes on. Vic looked at them, pointing.

"Shoes off, too. Incidentally, when did you last urinate?"

I thought. "About two hours ago, just before leaving home."

"Any sensation at this point?"

"You mean, do I need to go? No -not right now."

Vic looked me over for a moment. "Please allow me to palpate your abdomen - I'm
just checking your bladder distention." He placed his hand on my belly and
pressed a bit.

"Not much distention as yet. OK - ready for a walk?"

I can't say I was comfortable going out the door naked, in Vic's company, to an
unknown destination. Mike waved good-by to me, though I knew it wouldn't be far.

Vic took me down the hall, which was deserted. All doors were closed, and I saw
no one. More important, as far as I could tell, no one saw me. We entered a room
where a woman was waiting. She quickly introduced herself, seeming oblivious to
my nudity. I took it she was accustomed to such. She weighed me on a scale,
measured my height, then backed against a wall, where I was instructed to stand
rigidly erect. She brought out an instrument designed to measure the distance of
various body parts from the wall, and she began to measure, and to record. She
started with my neck, then the flat part of my chest, the tips of my breasts, my
waist, and several points on my belly.

She then checked my blood pressure, pulse, and used a tape measure to make
several other measurements of my torso.

When she had finished, she nodded on "OK" to Vic, and he then escorted me back
to a small room in which there was a desk, a single chair, and some papers on
the desk.

"Here", Vic explained, "We want you to take a short mental acuity test. On the
desk I have set up your test paper, which has a hundred questions on it. All of
them are multiple choice, and you simply need to mark your answer to each. I am
going to give you five minutes - I don't expect you to get through all, or even
a sizable number of the questions; but do as many as you can. I am going to
leave you alone for five minutes, then I will come back and collect the paper."

The test paper was simple - something like an IQ test. The questions ranged from
mathematical computations, to comparing shapes, and answering questions of
logic. It seemed the purpose was to test my mental agility, or how my
intelligence was working. I had taken many similar tests before, so they were no
strange to me, but this was the first time I had taken one sitting naked at a
desk. I started. I was able to do 19 of the questions before Vic returned. He
made no comment on my progress, simply took the paper and then escorted me back
to Room 3.

I seated myself on the table. In my absence, a pitcher of water had arrived and
was placed on the small stand, a glass beside it. I noticed both the pitcher and
the glass were calibrated.

"Now, Joan," Vic began, "you may begin preparation. This pitcher contains
exactly a liter of water. We want you to drink it, about a glass every ten
minutes. I'll check on you about every half hour or so. Mike can help you
remember to drink, but, Mike, no cheating! You can't drink any of it for her. If
you want something, you can get it from the reception area. And, just in case
she tries to get you help her by taking a little yourself, we'll weigh her later
when the water is supposed to be in her - so, keep it honest! Your biggest job,
Mike, is to help her keep from peeing later on!"

Vic exited, smiling.

I looked at my husband. Knowing his interest in a bit of female desperation, I
suspected he would hardly be able to contain his delight at the scenario that
was unfolding. I knew I was headed for a good dose of misery, but he was
probably feeling as though Heaven had opened.

"Mike, you lucked out! All you have to do is watch me drink gobs of water and
then try to keep me from peeing! Aren't you sorry you came?"

He grasped my mock anguish. "I think I can manage it. I'm supposed to encourage
you when the going gets rough. remember?"

I didn't know how long it would take for the going to get rough, but I was sure
it would. He might as well enjoy it - I had volunteered for it and it wasn't
really his idea.

I looked at the pitcher. "Might as well get started", I offered. "Pour me a
glass?"

Mike filled a glass and handed it to me. It went down quickly. We engaged in a
bit of small talk, awaiting the time for the next glass. That, too, went down
easily.

It actually took a little over half an hour for me to consume the entire liter.
A minute or so after I finished, Vic appeared.

"You finished it, I see! How do you feel?"

"Great!" I answered cheerfully. "Or should I?"

"You'll probably need considerably more water, but let me see how things are
progressing. I need you to stand up, and raise your arms over your head. Try to
stretch tall!"

I did as told, feeling slightly ridiculous in my nudity. As I stood with arms
raised and body tensed, he again pressed on my belly. This time he took out a
marking pen, and made a small mark on my abdomen.

"That's to tell me where I can feel your bladder. It needs to get a lot bigger.
Do you feel any need to urinate as yet?"

I shook my head. "Not yet - but I'm sure I will. All that water is going to go
through me soon!"

"Indeed it will!" Vic commented. "I 'm going to give you another liter - drink
it at about half the rate. It should take you about an hour. We don't want to
give you too much, or you will be filling so fast you won't be able to hold it
long enough for the study to be done. We want to fill you slowly! Carry on!"

Another pitcher was soon delivered, this time only half full. Mike again began
to measure out the water and give it to me.

By the time I had finished the first glass, I was aware of a recognizable
sensation.

"Mike, I know this is going to come as a surprise to you, but I feel like I need
to pee!"

Mike smiled at me. "Get used to it. That feeling's going to last a while!" I
could sense the delight in his voice.

"You know, Mike, when were we ever together so long with me naked and you with
clothes on?"

"Want me to take mine off?" Mike suggested.

"Not appropriate now. Though I'd kind of like it."

I turned to my book, to pick up where I had been reading. Within a few minutes,
the sensation in my belly was noticeably stronger. Mike interrupted me with,
"Time for another drink! Boy, do you seem to have a thirst!" He poured another
glass of water and passed it to me. Rather slowly this time, I swallowed it.

I needed to pee. I could no longer ignore the sensation.

Vic appeared again. Again, he had me stand, reaching for the ceiling. He asked
the usual, "How do you feel?"

"I need to pee, now, and it's getting worse. Are you going to give me more
water, or do you think I've had enough?"

He hesitated, once more pressing my belly. He took out his marker, and made
another mark on my stomach, quite a bit higher than the last one.

"You're progressing nicely. Your kidneys are working on that water, and you
bladder is filling normally. It's probably now at the point where you would
normally urinate. Of course, we're not going to have you do that, because for
the study we need it much fuller. I'm sorry to say that it is going to get
rapidly more uncomfortable for you, but we need you to just let it fill and
stretch. It It will. I am going to take you for another measuring session now,
and when we get back, I'll give you maybe another half liter - but you need to
drink it slowly."

He led me out of the room again, to the room where the woman had weighed and
measured me before.

She did much the same again. I was weighed, and the increase in my weight was
checked against the liter and an half I had drunk. She again took measurements
with my back against the wall, evidently checking for any bulge in my belly.

Vic then took me back to the room where I had taken the written test. There was
another one lying on the table. Again, I was given five minutes and told to do
as many as I could. I managed twenty this time.

Vic then returned me to Room 3, where Mike awaited me eagerly. He had already
poured me a glass from the new half liter of water.

I told Mike what they had done with me. Then I added, "Vic said I would get more
uncomfortable fast - oh, how right he was! I can really feel the pressure now.
Here, you want to feel it?" I stood in front of him and placed his hand on my
lower belly, over my bladder. Instinctively, he pressed it slightly, then let
his hand wander over it a bit.

"Feels like it's getting swollen in there. It feels pretty hard!" he commented.

I was getting fidgety. It was hard to keep my mind on anything but my bladder. I
didn't know how they expected me to hold it long enough. "I need something for a
distraction - I can hardly think of anything but how bad I need to pee!" I
mused, partly to myself, partly to Mike.

Mike reached up and took my nipples in his fingers. "How's this?" he asked,
"See, there is an advantage in having you naked."

It wasn't what I had in mind. But, yes, it was a distraction. I let him play
with my nipples for a bit. "Does it help?" he asked.

"Anything to take my mind off -- down below. But not too much - I'm going to
need the distraction more later!" He continued for a minute or two.

"Then maybe this?" he asked, using one hand to gently stroke my genitals. Again,
I let him for a minute, then took his hand away.

Nothing seemed to work for long. I really couldn't sit. Standing was easier, but
somehow I felt I needed to be constantly changing my position. The pressure was
increasing. Again I sat on the table, then tried lying down on it. I lay there
for a bit, my knees bent upwards and squeezed together. I had one hand on my
belly, tightly holding myself.

Mike tried talking to me of various things, but I could no longer be distracted
by conversation. The pressure in my bladder had grown, but now I had a new
feeling - not just pressure, but something like an ache or pain in my pelvic
area. It was beginning to hurt. I told Mike so, and he just smiled at me and
said, "Well you have to expect that- you're doing a lot of stretching in there!"

Vic returned for another visit. Again I was made to stand erect. I protested
that I could hardly stand up. "It's getting painful, Vic! I don't think I can
hold it much longer. It must be enough!"

Vic tolerated my squirming and obvious discomfort. He felt my belly all over and
applied his little markings.

"You're getting close. I'd like to see if we can get your bladder to expand up
to your navel - it is getting close. Your kidneys are doing a good job. You have
two liters in you now, and a lot of it has gone through. I won't give you any
more water now, but let me take you for another measurement check. When we get
back, I think another half hour may do it."

He took me down to the room where the woman did the measurements, but the door
was closed. He checked quickly, then told me, "She has another subject just now.
Let me have you do the mental agility test again, and then I'll take you back
there." With that he took me to the room with the test papers, where he left me
for the usual five minutes.

The test was no harder, but my concentration was poor. The ache in my belly was
so bad I couldn't think of much else. I did manage to do twelve questions, but I
wasn't really sure of some of the answers.

Then Vic took me back to the measuring room. "Go on in", he admonished me, "I'll
be back in a minute or two", and he left down the hall.

The door had been left ajar and I walked in.

Even in my clouded mental state, I knew immediately there had been a blunder. I
stood there and stared, not knowing what to do.

A man, dark haired and slender, probably in his thirties, was standing against
the wall in the place where I had been required to stand. The woman was doing to
him the things she usually did to me. He was stark naked, as I was; and from his
strained expression and quivering body I could immediately tell he was another
subject and was about in the same condition I was. The woman had her back to the
door, and measuring something in his abdominal area when I walked in.

Immediately his eyes met mine. I started to say something, but no words came to
mind. I saw his eyes fell on my body, and I admit my eyes fell to his pubic
area, where his penis was about half erect. For a few seconds I just stood
there, and he just stared back. Then I saw his penis jerk a bit, and become a
bit more erect.

The woman turned and saw me.

"You shouldn't be here yet - where's Vic?" she asked.

"Down the hall", I stammered. "He told me to come in."

The man spoke. "Sorry - didn't mean anything - I'm -" he hesitated, not knowing
how to identify himself, then continued, "- George. I'm another subject. I know
we're not supposed to see each other, but right now I hurt so much I'm not
caring." His expression said it for him.

I answered quickly, momentarily distracted from my own distress. "I know how you
feel - really, really, I know how you feel. I didn't mean to walk in on you-"

"It's done, now," the woman observed. "Just stand there - I'll be finished in a
moment!"

I suppose I should have averted my eyes, but I just stood there, my hand holding
tightly to my own belly as I stared at his. Suddenly I was conscious of my
unsupported breasts, because his eyes were on them. I saw his erection continue,
his penis now pointing straight out at me.

The woman finished with George just as Vic entered the room. He surmised what
had happened.

"I'm sorry, Joan- this was a mistake- it shouldn't have happened."

I was as embarrassed for my own staring as I was for my nudity. "It's all right,
just a mistake. Can we just get on with it?" My attention was reverting to the
ache in my own bladder.

After a few minutes for the measurements, Vic returned me to Room 3 and Mike. I
quickly decided that if Vic said nothing about the episode with George, neither
would I. I wasn't at all sure how Mike might react.

"Half an hour more," Vic reminded us, as he left.

I really was hurting now. I was keeping my muscles clenched, a bit amazed that I
was really able to restrain myself. I found myself crouching, holding my belly
with both hands, my face in a grimace. I faced Mike in this posture, and he
offered, "Do you need some more distraction?"

I nodded. I was ready for anything. He took my nipples in his hands, tweaking
both of them gently. He pulled them alternately. He played with them for several
minutes, as I stood there, half stooping. I admit it did help. Now I wasn't
feeling so much pressure as just plain pain in my belly. The urge to urinate had
seemingly become less, but the ache was worse and getting stronger. The
stimulation to my breasts seemed to temporarily lessen the sensation.

I flopped on the table, on my back. I was rolling from side to side, my hand
clutching my crotch. My legs were tight together. Mike continued to manipulate
my nipples. I was hurting terribly, and I lay there rolling, I began to make
moaning noises.

"Want me to stop?" Mike asked? I shook my head, still moaning softly, my eyes
partly closed. I really felt in agony.

It was this scene that greeted Vic as he walked in.

He watched me rolling and moaning for a moment. "I think you may finally be
ready. Let's check you. You are a good subject and you are holding up well!"

I don't know how I managed it, but I stood up and let Vic feel my belly again.
He invited Mike to feel, too. Everything below my navel was hard and there was
obvious swelling. "OK", Mike commented, smiling, "I think you're ready. We could
probably get you bladder to stretch more, but we won't do that right now. You
only need to hold it for a few minutes more, while we do the tests and photos.
Let's go!"

I walked, reluctantly and awkwardly, back to the measuring room. I could hardly
move. I hurt something awful, and I didn't dare spread my legs. It was torture
to even move.

I was placed against the wall for the usual measuring. Vic had to help hold me.
I was continuing to emit moans of pain. Strangely, holding back my bladder was
not much of a problem - I was so tensed up, the pain in my belly was so great,
it seemed to cover up the desire to release. I just knew it hurt terribly. If I
didn't know my bladder was so full, I might have guessed it was something else.

The woman checked blood pressure and some other things, then Vic escorted me to
a room I had not been in before. It was filled with equipment that looked like
cameras of various types. Three men I hadn't seen before were in the room. I
heard one of them ask Vic, "Is she ready? Is she distended enough?" "Doesn't she
look it?" Vic answered, then asked one of the men to feel my belly. I was
getting used to strange hands running over my aching belly, pressing, touching,
feeling. It hurt but the other hurt was so great I no longer cared - I just
wanted to get it over with.

I was asked to stand behind a large machine. Two men held me in a standing
position and maneuvered me into the right place. I had to stand there two or
three minutes while the men looked into it.

Next, they photographed me. First, standing against a wall, then in profile.
Close-ups were taken of my belly and pubic area. Then I was asked to lie on a
table, and an x-ray camera was positioned over me. A number of pictures were
made, as the men held me in place. I wasn't feeling like a good model; I knew I
was squirming, moaning, trying to get my hands to clutch my pubic area, but they
held my hands out of reach.

Then they did an ultrasound examination, running a sensor over my distended
belly. They pressed the sensor on my abdomen, each slight push sending a small
shock of heightened pain from my hardened bladder. Finally there were more
photographs. They stood me up, and different men palpated me, making marks on my
skin, and recording information on their papers.

I kept saying "I can't go any longer- I can't hold any more!" They simply
assured me I could, and it was almost over. "We got some good pictures- it will
show the conditions inside you in the state you were - that's what we wanted."

Then, Vic took me to the little room with the desk. He wanted me to do the
mental test once more. I wasn't interested - I was in terrible pain. But he
assured me I would get relief after that. Somehow I managed. I think I finished
six questions.

Then Vic led me out. He had gone back to Room 3 to get Mike, who was told he
might want to watch the end of my torment and give me a little encouragement.

With Mike in tow, Vic took me into a small room that looked like it might have
been a shower stall. It had a tiled floor and a drain. On a shelf was a large
calibrated pitcher. Vic looked at me. "Are you ready to relieve yourself?" he
asked.

"Yes, yes" I answered in enthusiasm, nodding my head. He told me to stand my
with hands behind my back and spread my legs. I could see Mike watching me - the
thing my eye caught immediately was the bulge in his pants, indicating his
erection. I suppose I should have been disturbed that Mike was turned on by the
severity of my distress, but I really wasn't. I was glad at least one of us was
enjoying it.

One of the men took the pitcher and held it under my crotch.

"Joan," Vic instructed, "we are going to let you urinate, but we need you to do
it into the pitcher being held under you, so we can measure the capacity to
which your bladder was stretched. Don't worry about making a mess - we will
catch it. Just let go. Don't be surprised if it takes a bit of time - your
muscles are very tightly clenched, and it may take a little while for you to
relax!"

I tried to relax. The idea of urinating, standing up, in front of Mike and two
men I had just met wouldn't have been appealing at any other time. Just now all
I cared about was relief. I tried to let go, and waited.

"Mike", Vic spoke, "it might help if you rubbed her stomach a bit. She's very
tense."

Mike put his hand on my belly, and gently massaged the hard swollen area.

We waited.

Finally I was able to produce a stream. I couldn't feel it - I only knew of it
when I heard it hit the pitcher. "Good girl!" Vic encouraged, "keep it coming!"
I didn't need to be told that.

The stuff that was coming out of me wasn't really yellow - it was almost clear,
so much was it diluted. It poured and poured. I didn't think I could stop it if
I tried. Gradually, a feeling of blessed relief crept into my belly, as the ache
subsided. Still the stream poured out.

Then it stopped. I didn't feel empty, but it stopped. Vic asked, "You have more?
Are you through?" "I think there's more" I answered. "Then just stay still and
relax" Vic instructed.

THe stream started again, flowed for a while, then finally stopped. Vic handed
me a tissue, and suggested I dry myself. I did. Then I know I blushed - wiping
myself in front of three males!

Vic checked the pitcher. "You had well over a liter in your bladder - that's why
it hurt. The pictures and measurements should make a good contribution to our
study. You area good subject, but you're not through. You can go back to Room 3
for now. I'll join you in a few minutes."

Mike and I returned to the room. I felt better - a lot better. I was even
getting used to my nudity. I wasn't quite so fearful of being seen now.

Vic came in a few minutes later. "You have finished phase 1 - we now want to use
you for phase 2 this afternoon. But we want to give you about two hours to rest
your bladder. There's a rest room you can now use beside Room 7- I want you to
urinate every fifteen minutes, whether you feel you need to or not. There's
still a lot of water in your system, and we want to keep your bladder as empty
as possible for a little while. Then, we will start filling you up for phase 2.
This time, we will have you drink the liquid in greater quantities and faster,
but you won't have to hold it as long. I'll see you when it's time to start!"

We returned to Room 3. I sat down on the table, much relieved and relaxed. We
noted the time - it was now a bit after one o'clock. We had been in the testing
process four hours. We had been told we would be through by six that afternoon.

"Nothing to do for two hours", Mike mused.

"Nothing but look at your naked wife", I retorted.

"It's lunch time. Want something to eat?" Mike asked. "There's a snack machine
in the lobby."

"No, thanks. I'm not hungry - I seem to be on a liquid diet today. But get
yourself something if you want!" "Mike rose and started for the door.

"Just be back in fifteen minutes for my bathroom break!" I told him.

"You know", he retorted, with a smile, "You had a good pee. I haven't peed since
we left home this morning. I need to!"

"Don't you dare!" I scolded him. "Anyway, not until you get back!"

He returned a few minutes later with a drink and and a couple of snack items
from the lobby machine. I noted it was time to empty my bladder again. He walked
with me to the toilet adjoining Room #7. "Coming with me?" I asked, as I
entered. He did, and stood watching as I used the toilet. I didn't really feel
any need, but when I urinated the amount was as great as my usual pee on an
ordinary day. "Must still have a lot of water inside", I commented. I started
for the door. Mike moved toward the toilet, intending to use it himself.

"Oh, no, you don't!" I told him, with a bit of a smile. "With all the holding I
have to do, you can at least wait a while longer. Keep me company, huh?" My
pleading got through, he frowned a bit, but left the room with me, still
unrelieved.

He ate the small snack, and I just tried to relax. In fifteen minutes we made
another trip. It seemed strange to be walking down the hall nude, but only a
couple of times was there any of the staff to see us, and we did not encounter
any of the other subjects. Each time the size of my urination diminished, and I
realized I was purging myself of the water.

Promptly at three o'clock Vic returned. "Joan, if I may, are you ready for your
final ordeal? And, I must warn you, it will be an ordeal, more painful than the
last. But if you can take it, you will be out of here in a little more than a
couple of hours. Ready?"

"Ready", I answered.

"I won't be doing the measuring and mental testing this time. This is just to
get your bladder as full as you can possibly stand, as quickly as your kidneys
can do it; then we will do the photos and x-rays of you in that condition. The
object is threefold; first, we want to determine how fast your body processes
the water when your stomach is absolutely full of it. Second, we want to find
out if your capacity to hold has been affected by the stretching your bladder
took this morning; and, third, we want to get pictures of you at your absolute
capacity if we can get you there. I want you to start drinking water- I want you
to drink as much as your stomach will hold. When you feel you are full, I want
you to stand or sit a few minutes, until you feel you can handle more. We want
to keep your stomach full of water until you feel extreme fullness in your
bladder. Then we're going to let it just stretch and stretch and see how far we
can get it to go!"

Two large pitchers of water were placed on the table. I started. Mike watched,
eagerly, pouring the water for me.

It wasn't long before I was feeling the need to urinate. I told Mike. "Just file
it under things you don't do", he told me, rather happily. An hour after I
started, I had a stomach bloated with water and a bladder that was beginning to
hurt for want of its denied relief.

Vic was right. Under these conditions, it wouldn't take long to fill me up. It
started hurting, and it got worse fast. My stomach was still feeling bloated
with water while my bladder was sending painful signals that it wanted to burst.

Vic came in and checked my bladder, pressing my belly area, first around my
navel, then moving his hand downward into my pubic area. It really hurt worse
when he pressed now, and I was gasping, moaning, and squirming. I was trying to
hold it as long as I could, and I knew that this time, once I got through it,
the pain would be over.

I protested often, that the pain was getting worse. At one point, Vic turned to
Mike, and suggested "It's getting to her. She's distended almost as much as she
was before. Now we're trying to get her to stretch - she needs something to
relieve her discomfort. We find that sexual stimulation often helps. Why don't
you try fondling her breasts"

Vic didn't have to ask twice. Mike's hands were on my breasts at once, rubbing
them, massaging them, pulling them, toying with the nipples. At first I wanted
him to leave me alone, but it did help. I began to feel just a bit aroused, and
the arousal seemed to counteract the pain in my belly.

He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it briefly. I moaned, half in
pleasure and half in pain from my belly. I don't know why, but it was easier to
hold with this sort of attention being applied to me. Vic watched some of what
we were doing, although at first I was oblivious to his presence. A bit later I
did glance at him and say, "It does help - I need anything that can relax me!"
Then a bladder pain pang hit me and I softly exclaimed "Oh, how it hurts!"

To Mike I asked, "I need some attention down below - and quick! See if it'll
help!" Blatantly, and in the presence of another man (Vic), I was asking my
spouse to manipulate my genitals. Mike responded quickly, fingering my labia and
my clit. I was definitely getting aroused, and it did lessen the feeling of
pain.

Vic intervened a few minutes later to press on my bladder again. Now he warned
Mike, "She's as full as she's ever been. I doubt if we can stretch her much
more, but let's try. Be careful with what you're doing; if she orgasms she'll
probably lose it!"

He had me stand with my legs slightly apart, and helped Mike find my urethra
with his finger. "Now," Vic instructed, "I want you to press on her outlet -
help her keep it closed. Use your other hand to keep her nipples erect- it will
help distract her. We just want another ten minutes or so for her kidneys to
keep pumping her bladder up!"

I don't know how, but I got through those few minutes. I should have been
terribly embarrassed at all that being done in front of Vic, but somehow I
wasn't.

Vic took me down the hall for the photographs, with Mike in tow. Mike helped
hold me as I was positioned for the x-rays and photos. No longer did I care
about being photographed naked, or in private places. I just wanted it over.

Finally I was taken to relieve myself in the room we had used before. A
technician held the pitcher as I was told to release. Mike stared at me as I
poured out my almost clear urine in a torrential stream into that pitcher. As my
pain subsided, I focused on Mike, standing and watching, with that big obvious
erection in his pants. His eyes were glued to my genitals and that outpouring of
liquid streaming from them.

It was soon over. Relieved and relaxed, I returned with Mike to Room 3 to pick
up my clothes and to leave. Mike started to divert toward Room 7. My eyes
followed him. "Oh, no. Not now. Wait until we get home!"

"But, Joanie- I haven't peed since this morning! You just got relieved! Let me
go - please!"

"Not now. You're not going through anything like I had to do. You can hold it
till we get home!" I was smiling, and quickly gave him a very suggestive kiss.
He went with me to Room 3.

We were checked out at the front desk, where a check was now ready for me. We
were quite happy with the proceeds of the day's activity We went out to our car.
For the first time in hours, I had clothes on, and it almost seemed strange. I
told Mike the feeling.

Long before we got home, I was needing relief again, from the water still going
through me. By the time we got home, my bladder was hurting once more. I can't
say I was used to it, but I well knew the feeling.

When we arrived home, we opened the door. There was a note by the door, telling
us our three offspring had gone with friends and would be back later.

"We're alone!" Mike exclaimed, beaming just a bit.

"First", I told him emphatically, "I'm going to race you for the bathroom. All
that water's not out of me, and I'm starting to hurt down there again!"

"But how about me?" Mike whined a bit, "My bladder hurts, too - I haven't
emptied it since this morning - remember, you asked me wait!"

I started slipping off my dress, letting it fall to the floor as I moved toward
the bathroom. Standing in the doorway. I slipped off my bra and panties, then,
naked, placed myself in a big "X" position in the doorway, hands and feet
against the door frames. "You don't go until you pay the toll - I need some more
of that therapy you used to help me hold! And this time you need to get dressed
for it!

Mike quickly got the idea. In seconds, he was as naked as I was, his erect
member standing out firmly. I moved from my X position only long enough to
introduce his penis into my vagina, now wet with anticipation. Suddenly we were
together, standing, our two full bladders pressing against each other. "Wonder
who's going to leak first? We never did this before!" I laughed. "Let's find
out!" was all he said, moving rapidly within me.

Suddenly I exploded in the most ecstatic bit of relief I'd had in a long time.
We hung together for a bit, then I fell away, seating myself on the toilet, my
legs spread wide. He stood before me, not waiting for me, but letting his stream
release, pouring between my spread legs; two very full bladders now emptying at
once.

"Can we do it again before the kids get home?" I asked, weakly.