I have been peeing in a cup since the beginning of the week, this is a compilation of all the moments I peed in a cup this week, Each morning and evening for three days.

The cup is a clear plastic cylinder filled with yellow liquid, it sits on the bathroom counter, a constant presence throughout the week. Each morning and evening, it is filled to varying levels, marking the frequency of my trips to the bathroom.

The strong, pungent scent of urine fills the bathroom and lingers in the air long after the cup has been emptied. Despite repeated flushes and cleaning, the scent re...

I have been peeing in a cup since the beginning of the week, this is a compilation of all the moments I peed in a cup this week, Each morning and evening for three days.

The cup is a clear plastic cylinder filled with yellow liquid, it sits on the bathroom counter, a constant presence throughout the week. Each morning and evening, it is filled to varying levels, marking the frequency of my trips to the bathroom.

The strong, pungent scent of urine fills the bathroom and lingers in the air long after the cup has been emptied. Despite repeated flushes and cleaning, the scent remains. The smell is slightly acidic, with hints of ammonia lingering.

The sound of urine hitting the bottom of the cup is a soft, constant trickle. In the silence of my bathroom, it sounds loud and almost soothing. The sound of the cup being set down on the counter echoes in the small space.

The plastic cup feels cool against my skin as I hold it steady, trying not to spill a drop. The sensation of relief as I finally release my bladder is comforting.

The cup has become my confidant, a vessel for my most intimate moments, as I empty my bladder every morning and evening for three days.