Sunset to Sunset

As I came back and took the sofa, replaying the scene again and again in my mind, my bladder ached as if someone was stabbing it from inside. I was minutes away from disaster.

AJ was mopping the floor when her angry mother came and sat on the couch next to me talking about her weird habit of waiting too long.

"I am completely clueless why Audrey does this. i am truly sorry Rex for the embarrassment. She just won't listen when I ask her to go to the washroom. Ever since child hood she had been doing this. She would wait in school all day and come home with tears in her eyes. No matter how hard would I scold or even lock her in the bathroom she would keep doing this"

"MOM! Come here now." AJ yelled. I tip toed behind her and stood behind the wall sneaking on their conversation. I know that was rude but it could provide me extra determination.

"I have told you several times not to embarrass me in front of my friends"

"And so have I asked you not to hold you pee! Its not good for your . . . "

"Mom! I know you are worried. But you must know one thing the human bladder can burst itself. It will release the load when it reaches its limit."

"I saw that a while ago and I am not impressed hun!"

"I didn't need to pee. I could have held it longer had you not made me nervous."

"You are not doing that again. I am warning you."

"Stop treating me like a kid Mom. I can suppress my needs as long as I want and for your information - I will not go to the toilet all day and still stay dry."

"Do WHATEVER you want to!" Her mother yelled aloud and went to the kitchen and AJ entered to have a bath. I hopped back to the sofa and the sudden jerk almost burst explode my bladder. Soon there was the sound of shower making me go frenzy. I even overheard her using the bowl for over a minute. She seemed to pee endlessly. I was digging my nails in the sofa, clenching my muscles as tightly as I could muster, silently praying the ordeal to end quickly.

"Rex! What happened? You look so flustered?"

Seeing her mother appear all of a sudden I was startled. I quickly uncrossed my legs.

"Do you have to go to?"

"Oh no! No auntie. Not one bit."

But I had realized the gravity of the situation. My bladder had enough. I meekly asked her.

"Auntie, can I use your other bathroom? I need to take a bath too after this long journey"

"Yeah sure dear. You need not ask twice. . . . Food is kept in the fridge. Take whatever you need. I will retire to the bed now. Its already 2 AM"

And there I was taking baby steps to the bathroom. Seeing the white bowl after 18 hours felt like heaven. But I didn't want to end the hold. The feeling was inexplicable. My heart was racing especially after having heard about AJ's holding habits, her wetting, her determination to avoid the toilet for the next day and of course my own desperate need to relieve. I held my thing tightly and crossed my legs to prevent the outburst. My bladder was throbbing and it felt as if I could die of the pain that was shearing. I had seconds to act then. But I decided to play a game with me. I had to measure the volume. I juts couldn't waste my pee.

Luckily there was a small bucket lying beneath the tap. I decided to pee for a minute and hold the rest for the next 24 hours or longer if AJ too pushed herself. P.S She had peed twice in all. Once while wetting and the next when she went for bath. I knew it was very risky but I was feeling very optimistic about my holding abilities. If I could defeat her despite having relieved myself partially that would be awesome.

I started peeing and the gush could make a fire hose seem puny. It was terrific, orgasmic and the best pee I ever had in my life. In the back of my mind I wanted to just keep on holding and yet I never wanted to stop peeing. I looked over my wrist watch timer. It was 55 seconds already. I inhaled as much as I could and clenched my muscles tight to stop the stream which was still in full force.

My organ was hard and throbbing and I felt as if my bladder would explode. Desperation reached new heights and I was pee dancing here and there. After a few moments the pressure had subsided and I felt so comfortable and light. I could still feel the volume inside and there was a lot of pee which still needed to come out of the system. Even after the minute long pee I was at 4/10. I checked the volume in the bucket - 1800 ml or so. I wondered how much was still inside. I could have easily crossed the 2 liter mark I knew. 

I took a bath and put on my one piece boxing leotard on top of my already too tight briefs. It was now impossible for me to relieve myself without a hassle and quickly. That meant I would need to fight my needs and hang on till AJ gives up.

I dressed up in some comfy clothes and went to. the drawing room where I found AJ struggling to button up her hot pants. I wonder if they were designed to be worn at all. they looked so tight and uncomfortable and why would someone choose such a constrictive thing for the night.

"Here help me Rex. I can't button this up." AJ was in sweat.

"Are you going to the club?" I asked.

"No dumbo. This is what I wear to bed. Just do it."

Her thongs were peeping out from beneath and the button was dangling far away from the hook. I tired hard to button it up but in vain.

"Are you kidding me? They are so tight. You can't even contain yourself in it. Go get something else."

"All of them are the same. I m used to it sweety."

"Are they comfortable?" I finally buttoned it after great efforts.

"Ouch!" She squeaked. "Hell NO! I wear it because they make me feel sexy."

"And do you repeat this struggle everytime you need to pee?"

"I can wait all day if I need to. I don't bother about such silly things"

"We all saw that today" I teased her. I could sense my briefs getting tighter every minute.

"LISTEN REX!" AJ was angry. "I want you to forget what you had seen. OK? I never wet my pants and never will. I don't know why it happened today."

"EXCUSES! I had asked you to use the washroom at the fair, didn't I? I knew how desperate you were getting then."

"Bullshit! I wouldn't have gone there at all. And why should I go if I can just hold it? I can go on with my day normally while my tank just holds my waters inside"

"Except that you couldn't hold it. In fact you looked like a school girl."

"Whatever! Only if knew how much I can contain everyday you wouldn't have said that."

"I can say that because in those pants your bladder has no room to expand and I am not going to help you unbutton it. Even if you are in dire need of a pee." I chuckled.

"The button won't come off because I will not need to pee at all. I am very strong."

She then dozed off to sleep leaving me to imagine what was about to happen the coming day.

I took some food from the fridge, chugged a glass of water and went to sleep. The next morning, at around 8. I woke up needing to pee badly. 6/10. The partial pee game was a mistake I realized very soon. On the other hand AJ was still sleeping, tightly curled up, her bladder compressed under those restrictive hot pants and her hands were between her thighs. I could hear faint moans. May be she was dreaming about needing to pee.

I tip toed to the bathroom and only when I opened my zip I realized the trap I had set. The one piece won't let me have any relief. Just then I hear AJ calling me.

"Good morning Rex. What are you doing in the bathroom with the door open? " She looked confused.

"The tap was dripping." I made an excuse and came out. The only chance to relieve was gone.

"Or may be you need to pee big boy!" she teased.

"I don't wet my pants you know."

"We will see who does today!" She murmured and walked to the kitchen. I was in for a torturous hold.

Her mother had already left for work so we had the house to ourselves. We had lunch, played games on her play station, watched porn and what not. And all the time both of us kept chugging water. By 3pm both of us had consumed more than a 1.5 liter of water in addition to the tall glasses of juices. 13 hours without any relief. For my tired bladder it was an ordeal whilst for her completely empty bladder she was showing no signs as usual. Or may be she was hiding it.

By 4pm, we left for some shopping Her attire consisted of leather again. Tighter and more restrictive. And to my surprise she put it on over her hot pants. She was pushing herself.

We first went to a cafe to grab some snacks and coffee of course. She had normal cappucinos while I took iced teas - more trouble for my bladder. i was at 8/10. I had to continuously concentrate to hold it and clench my muscles harder and harder. My walk had become more rigid and I had to slightly bend forward to stem the pressure. Though AJ was not showing nay outward signs I knew she was felling the pressure to. The bulge formed near the waistline confirmed she was in need of relief too.

By 5pm, 15 hours with almost 2 liters in our systems. I knew it was going to be a long boring session for she was very choosy when it came to her wardrobe. 

She took some leather outfits for trial, when she whispered.

"Rex help me unbutton my hotties."

"Why! you said that the button was not going to come off today!"

"Don't be stupid Rex. I don't want these outfits to get damaged in any way."

"All right! All right!" and there I was in the middle of the trial room unbuttoning her pants and trying to containing my raging hard on. Her milky white legs and her hips sore red due to the tightness of those stupid hot pants. As soon as I unbuttoned that her bladder popped out. It was massive in size and suggested what a gigantic load she was nursing despite the tightness. 

I came out of the trial room and was pacing here and there. I was anxious and excited. I needed to calm my bladder down because I still had the entire night to endure. I took a seat near by and started doing kegels and did whatever I could to prevent any leaks. Toe curls, calf-scratching, calf-stretching, arching forward and what not. By the time she was done it was already 7pm. 17 hours and counting.

She called me back in the room asking me to button up her pants again.

"Are you sure you want me to button up?"

"Yes! I do, why?"

"I am worried about the bulge down there." I meekly answered.

"Hah! Its grows a lot bigger that that dumbo. I can take it. Now do it"

I heard a groan as I did. She seemed to be so happy after all that shopping but her expressions couldn't hide her bodily needs. She was a human after all and with a tired bladder forced to contain a massive load. 

At around 9pm we went in to have dinner. I was in trouble. I was having difficulties to talk with her and even sit still. I wanted to grab my thing for my dear life and hold it. But I had to act and stay brave. There was a constant dull ache down there and AJ caught that.

"Looks like some body needs to pee."

"Not at all AJ. Forget it." She was in no better state than mine. Especially the spicy dinner with loads of water made sure we both were bursting.

"The washroom's over there. Don't want you to wet your pants." She giggled. Her body was betraying her then. By 10pm when we were done with another liter to squeeze into our bladder.

"I don't need to pee AJ. Won't go even if I need to. Besides I was thinking of a movie. What say?"

She was taken aback. never in the wildest dream she could have imagined about enduring a 3 hour long movie, in a confined space, in such tight clothes and so much pressure in her bladder. But she agreed to it. It was going to be a long movie for us.

"AJ! Jokes apart. I think you should really use the washroom now. you know why I am saying?"

"FORGET IT! Don't you remember I said I can wait all day. And the day isn't over yet. So - NO WASHROOMS for me. You can go if you need to. I know you are dying to."

"I can wait till the morning. Lets go." 

"Whatever!"

There we were in the movie. 11pm - 21 hours and an ice cream soda to fill ourselves. little did we focus on our movie - such was our need. We tried to be subtle but we were past the stage. We were shamelessly sitting with our hands shoved in our crotch. The movie seemed to drag on and on and on. By interval the sodas were gone and we both were praying to last one more hour.

By 2AM the movie came to an end. and all of a sudden the desperation rose to new heights. We couldn't stop shaking out of it. 24 hours and no relief. We still had to reach her place before the inevitable happened. 

As we walked to the parking I could hear her panting and moaning. She was squirming and sweating. Aimlessly looking into her phone at times or sit on the context of adjusting her heels. Buying time to last longer. I couldn't do all that and make a fool out of myself.

Soon we were on the road speeding to her place. She didn't say a word till we reached. In the elevator she stood like with legs double crossed, and in a state worse than the previous day. 

"Hold it hold it hold it! " I heard her whispers.

She unlocked the door and immediately dragged me to the bathroom.

"Rex! Please open the buttons for me. NOW!"

"I thought the day is not over yet. Do you need to pee so soon?" I teased her despite my own predicament  being worse than hers. 

"Fuck it! Just help me out." 

"Say that. You have to pee."

"I . . . I  . . . I want to take a bath that's why."

"Accept that you can't hold longer or else I am not undoing the button" I commanded.

"OH GOD! I HAVE TO PEE DAMMIT Can't you see?" I grinned as if I was suggesting I beat her at some sport. No sooner did I unbutton her hot pants she pushed me out and collapsed on the bowl. The hiss was loud and clear. She could not have held more. The gusher continued for nearly two minutes for full force and then it died down with a few trickles. 

I was at 9.8/10. Leaking and spurting. By the time she came out after freshening herself it was 3.30AM - 25.5 hours for me. I had changed in my track pants and a loose t shirt and jumped into the couch.

When she came out, her face was awash with relief but also disappointment of being defeated again. She stood there for a while and came to me only in her bra and thongs. 

"You can go too Rex! No need to hold any more."

"I am dying to but I won't. I can hold it you know. I will hold it till I return to my apartment tomorrow noon" I tried to say that in the calmest voice I could manage. I was enjoying this torture and having defeated her I had gained substantial boost in my ego.

"Are you kidding me? Can you really hold that long? Even I could not wait after coming home - You stand no chance BIG BOY!" She was now trying to make me pee because she couldn't tolerate me holding longer than her. It was obvious.

"Like I said. no washroom breaks for me!"

"Think again Rex. I won't let you go even if you want to. The night is going to be loooong one!"

I knew I wouldn't make it but I didn't want to back off and appear as a coward. 

"Lock the bathroom if you want. "

"Sure! We will see if you can really beat it. Its going to be fun"

Click clack! The door was now locked. Nowhere to pee and nowhere to hide. i was trapped. We dozed off to bed. She was exhausted due to those consecutive massive holds and immediately fell asleep and I on the other hand was fighting a losing battle to last 9 more hours . . .