Sunrise to Sunset

Ever since my college days I had a crush on Janet Audrey. I used to call her AJ. She is a lovely fun loving girl who never fails to amuse me with her cheerful nature, care free attitude and mostly because I had never seen her going to the toilet since I met her during graduation. I still wonder how she managed to hold it all day without showing any signs.

Two weeks ago, I AJ and two of our friends happened to go for a road trip. The night before the road trip I was texting with her about the preparations for the coming day. Midst all the non sense I sent her this text:

"Hey AJ! Make sure you at least come with an empty bladder. Its gonna be a long day and we won't be having restroom stops. No matter how bad." I was trying to see if her competitive nature kicks in but sadly she just replied ,"OK"

I was determined to hold it in myself all day and not go before she went - come what may. In the past I had failed to do so and had to run to the toilets even when she showed no signs of needing a relief. I still feel ashamed about it.

The next day I woke up at and peed around 8 in the morning. It was supposed be my last pee of the day. I had a tall glass of milk - 300ml may be and double the amount of water to start my day. In an hour, I left my place and met my friends at a cafe. Their we had some light snacks plus those giant caffe lattes. I was keeping a note on the intake. AJ downed them like a pro. Additional 300 ml. After sitting for another half hour called in for more coffee. 200ml more.

Rinks was with her boyfriend - Van and AJ was with me on my bike. AJ being a fashionista chose to squeeze herself in a pair of ridiculously tight leather jeans, heels and a fitting black top albeit with nothing inside. I was in heaven - everytime I used to brake hard her huge boobs squished against my back.

Soon we were on road guzzling miles and occasionally stopping to sip water or click photos. We also stopped for a glass of lemonade in between. It was so good that we had another round. 400ml more. And all the time I was keeping an eye on her intake. But she seemed to be the least bothered about it. I made sure to keep drinking as much as she did. In the back of my mind I was worried if I would be able to hold it all day if I kept drinking at that rate.

By the time we reached we had downed more than a liter of liquids and an equal amount of water. Thanks to the sweltering heat on the road. At noon we reached the spot. It was a huge lake with recreation facilities built on its bank. There were revelers all over and was pretty crowded. I felt my bladder twinge as I noticed the sign of the restrooms. It was nothing I couldn't handle but I knew the pressure was about to increase by leaps and bounds. My eyes were set on AJ's jeans which were digging into her bladder - yes there was a bulge. Much like my own. She however walked as if she didn't even notice the signboard. I could see her clenching her fists and clenching her jaws.

We went to the food court. I could see that AJ was sitting with her legs close and sometimes she would cross tightly and relax quickly. We soon ordered for some lunch only to find it too spicy. That meant lots of water without thinking about consequences. We called in for cold drinks too but AJ politely declined it. I took this chance to drink extra liquid so as to gratify my ego that I could hold it better than she could. By the time we were done we both had downed two glasses of water on top.

The time was 1pm. With around 2 litre in my system my bladder was trying to convince me to find a relief. But it was not getting any relief soon. Just then I overheard Rinks talk to Aj, "Don't you need a trip to the ladies?"

"No. I'm fine I can wait." Aj replied albeit seriously.

" Its fine. You can come if its bad." Rinks seemed frantic and so did Van.

"I'm really fine Rinks. Its not that bad yet. I will wait." Seeing that they shamelessly made their way to the nearby filthy restrooms. At that moment I realized that AJ too had to go, no matter how well she tried to hide it. Upon close observation I found that the bulge of her bladder was considerable and it was being severely cut by non-stretchable her waist band. And it had been just 2pm i.e 6 hours.

After they returned we got engrossed in endless chatter. Two more hours passed albeit with more drinks. But AJ still showed no signs. The clock ticked 4pm, 8 hours when we all went in for boating. Water and full bladder really don't go very well together. By that time I was easily a 7 on 10 and so seemed AJ by looking at her bulge.

Paddling was becoming increasingly difficult for me. Every time I would turn the pedals I would need to hold my breath. It was as if I was pumping my bladder internally. For a moment I felt as if I would burst my bladder. On top of that the lovebirds were splashing water over eachother. They all seemed so carefree and happy. I was tensed and pretty angry with me that AJ could hold it so easily while I was struggling. I was getting tired and desperate so I asked AJ who happened to sit opposite to me to continue pedaling. It came as a shock for AJ. All of a sudden that bubbly carefree demeanor was gone. As she turned the pedal i could see how much she had to concentrate - clench her jaws, tighten her fists over the supports, curling her toes and keeping her thighs as close as possible. Her leather jeans was cutting into her bladder.

After a few rounds she left pedaling only to sit cross legged and rigidly.

"Everything fine AJ? Why did u stop pedaling?"

"Gah! U shud never ask a girl to paddle. we are not  meant to." She winked at me. I felt pity as I realized how hard she was trying to look normal. Only if she knew that i could easily catch the strain in her voice.

For the rest of the time she sat legs crossed and just passing fake smiles. She tried to play with the water around but it got better of her. I could see her legs bobbing up and down. She didn't seem to enjoy the activity anymore. Before we could even complete half of the round she blurted out.

"Lets go back guys! I'm getting bored."

I tried decoding that:

"Lets go guys please! I'm in need of a restroom"

We stopped pedaling and let the boat float on its own enjoying the breeze. It was so beautiful and calm but our bladders were begging for relief. Van & Rinks hardly paid attention to us. I and AJ were left ignored so we tried to entertain each other with aimless talks. Of course, trying our level best to hide our needs and look normal. We were both sitting upright. I knowingly sat with my legs parted so as to gain a psychological advantage over her. Kegels helped me a lot that day. AJ however chose to keep her legs crossed, holding and pulling her knees up by her hands interlocked with fingers. She would let out very faint moans if she had to change her position and sometimes take a big gulp down her throat when a big urge would hit her. She kept reminding us to turn the boat back but we never bothered about it. We spent about an hour in the water, nursing bladders which had not been relieved for 9 hours and which were struggling to contain almost 2 liters of fluids.

But that notion was soon broken when boating came to end. As we jumped out of the boat AJ seemed to be quieter and walking a tad bit more rigidly. Nothing more than that but it was clear that all the liquid that we had all day was catching up on her. We rested for a while, drank some more water, chattered up seeing all the photos we had and finally had some tea. Around 6 we left the place.

As we walked to the parking I could see AJ longingly looking at the restroom signboard.

"Do you need to visit the washrooms AJ? I hope not." I asked trying best to hide my grin.

"No Rex. Its ok." she said reluctantly. After all she too was a human who needed to answer the calls of nature. It had been more than 10 hours neither she or I had any relief. The bulge which was being cut severely by her waistband clearly told how badly she had to go but relief was not coming anytime soon.

We soon hit the roads. The warm seats seemed so comfortable and I was partly able to regain my control. AJ was no more the bubbly vivacious girl. She was quiet.and breathing hard. As I sped the bike over bumps she would tighten her grip around my waist trying not to fall and probably not to wet.

About half an hour later, Van closed on us and suggested that we could go to a near by fair. It happened to be on the same road we were travelling. I agreed at once but AJ didn't look very happy. She kept opposing us on the context of being late to home. But we didn't pay much heed to her and went to the fair.

I was worried about my own bladder but I was more than willing to push its limit to see if I could last and defeat AJ. Once she was off the bike I could see how hard she had to try to walk normally. She was bent slightly bent forward but she never seemed frantic even when we stopped to fill our stomachs with pizzas and those deadly cold drinks.

An hour passed, Van and Rinks had tried almost all the rides but AJ didn't venture out with them. She sat besides me talking about the day, how she enjoyed and everything that came to her mouth. Probably she was trying to distract herself. On the other hand I was in tremendous pressure. I could never figure out why all of a sudden the pressure doubled up. I was fanning my legs, crossing and re-crossing them and kegelling non stop. But AJ on the other hand sat with her legs crossed tightly. I could see her rocking back and forth.

The clock ticked 9pm, 13 hours since any relief. As we were about to leave, Rinks asked AJ again if she would like to use the restrooms. She flatly refused though. As we took baby steps to our bikes I asked her.

"AJ, We are out since the morning and you haven't been to the restrooms even once. Do you never need to relieve yourself?" My heart raced as I found myself saying all this so blatantly.

"I am not a kid Rex. I can manage as long as I want." As I heard those words escaping her mouth my determination to hold longer got stronger.

"Its been 13 hours AJ. You should go. Its okay."

"I don't want to pee. I just want to control it till we reach home." she said albeit furiously but her legs were crossed tight.

We soon sped off. Van and Rinks parted their ways with us at the entrance of the city. Throughout the route we didn't speak much. Thanks to our screaming bladders. By the time we reached it was 11pm - 15 hours and no relief. As I parked my bike for her to get down I could see her losing the battle. She was at the end of her tether. Her house was just a few floors away and its psychological effect was proving to be too much.

She hit the buttons of the lift as if she would punch through them. It took so long to come to the ground floor from 7th floor. As we entered the lift, I could see her standing besides me with her hands on her knees, head hung low with her hair covering her face. Her eyes were shut tight , jaws clenched, fists grabbing her knees tightly and legs crossed double.

"AJ, are you all right?" I tried to sound as normal as I could. She was too focused to answer. My own bladder was doing no better. spasms after spasms were making it difficult to hang on.

"I told you to go earlier when you had the chance."

"I don't have to pee. I ... I am just tired. Finally after ages we reached her floor and then we hopped to her apartment. luckily her mother opened the door promptly.She quickly entered and got rid of her heels. However the mere thought of the bladder being so close broke the hell loose.

She tried with all her might to sit still on the sofa as her mother talked to us. Her bladder was failing her. She just HAD to go.

"Honey just stop squirming and go already."

"I don't have to Mom! I am just ... " She stopped mid-sentence.

"To the bathroom NOW! " her mother commanded. I was in heaven. Watching her give up was absolute joy. Her agony was over whelming that I almost felt bad for her.

She got up with her double crossed legs. She tried to walk normally and maintain her decorum but in vain. Then something happened which was considered impossible by me. Just when she opened the door of the bathroom that was it. Her floodgates opened. Her tired overworked muscles gave up and she started uncontrollably wetting herself.

"OH NO! OH NO! OH NO! Noooooooo!!"
I and Auntie could hear everything it from the drawing room.

"AJ! What happened? Everything ok?"

"Yes, yes! Please don't come here. I am fine. Just stay there!" I could hear her weep as her stream continued for next 2 minutes. Finally being unable to resist the temptation I went inside followed by her mother and our jaws dropped. Auntie was disgusted and she left the place in a huff muttering curses.

There was a huge puddle on the floor almost 1m in radius and she stood in between. Relief had washed her face though and she was breathing heavily, panting. Sweat was all over her body and she could barely speak. I had defeated her finally. I sympathized and left her to her state and got back to th e sofa fighting my own needs and not be a victim to wetting.

What happened for the rest of the night and the next day is another story with more extreme desperation.

Keep holding folks! :-D