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I've always been obsessed with pushing the limits of how far I can piss. From 2 meters to 10 meters to 20 meters, I kept pushing myself, even videoing the angle and trajectory of the piss stream so I could do some quick parabolic motion calculations and find out how much power I needed to get the piss another meter or so farther. I'd also measure the wind speed, temperature and pressure just to make sure my air resistance calculations are right, but to make sure, I also hook this data into a computer to simulate the scenario using computational fluid dynamics. Eventually, the simulations got so complicated that I had to buy a new graphics card for $6000 but that's just not what this post is about.

So after many trials of pissing, I noticed a little kick every single time I pissed. Before I declare myself insane and head over to a mental hospital, I thought about it again and again until It dawned on me that every time I pissed, it was generating thrust! I did a handstand on a bathroom scale while watching some hentai to get my ♥♥♥♥ erect so it would stand up straight towards the ceiling before pissing. I was so ecstatic to find out the scale read a whole 12.3937819204329 grams heavier. To make sure it's not some stupid error, I did the same thing for a total of 5 trials which fortunately proved that my readings are consistent...oh and there's also a great big hole in the ceiling, leading straight out through the roof and into the sunlight outside. I knew I could do better. I want to propel myself off the ground!

Around December I started to train the lower part of my body responsible for squeezing out the piss but whenever I was out of piss, I got creative and found out another alternative. ♥♥♥. By tying my ♥♥♥♥ shut while ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, I could strengthen my ♥♥♥♥ to the pressure of the piss. Day after day I started to notice my ♥♥♥♥ becoming thicker and more muscular until the entire thing is nothing but muscle. I'd say the veins adds a strange aesthetic to it like pipes flowing into a rocket nozzle to deliver fuel which is pretty neat. Eventually I did some research on whether your ♥♥♥♥ is a muscle and discovered that it isn't...so am I really human? That's not an answer I'd want to answer at this time so back to the training. Eventually, tying my ♥♥♥♥ shut didn't do anything as the pressures would force open the zip ties I used but I had another idea.

I jammed by ♥♥♥♥ into a garden hose and turns on the flow. Instantly, I started feeling immense pressure inside my bladder, but I held tight, tensing every muscle in my body. The pain was so great I had to stop but something is telling me this is going to work so I continued doing it. I trained and trained, day after day, starting with lower pressure and increasing the pressure bit by bit. I'm now able to hold it perfectly without any struggle. On the 459th day, the hose sprung a leak due to the immense pressures, so I had to step up the game. Pressure washers. This is going to get dangerous. I started slow like always and worked up to the higher pressures until I capped out the pressure at around 3500 psi or so.

Eventually I settled on another method. Waterjet pumps. I scored one off Ebay for $9000 dollars and got to work with how I'm going to connect it with my ♥♥♥♥. Like with the pressure washers, I started slow, progressing to higher pressures when I had the strength. At around 24000 psi, I started to notice a decrease in my strength gains. Is this my limit? I tried cranking up the pressure even more to push myself further but that's when I really ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up. The pressure was so insane it tore through the thick muscles within my body which I've trained hard in order to contain the insane pressure.

It's all over. Or so I thought. Ever since I lost my dog to a madman wielding a 10ft long metal pole back in august of 2022, I knew I had to be strong. I may be no match for a madman wielding a 10ft long metal pole but when it comes to someone I could fight evenly, no one fits the role better than myself. After a three-month break, I was fully healed and ready to continue. The day I continued the training I noticed my best chamber pressure was only a mere 9400 psi, a far cry from the 24000 psi personal best. It was clear that getting injured like that meant I'd never be able attain a similar level of strength ever again. Eventually, I capped out at 19200 psi but learning from my mistake, I stopped going for more and only trained to maintain the strength.