The Pains of a Superstar - 5 - The Final Episode

I was overwhelmed. Both the choices seemed so alluring. I had never seen Katya beg for relief, cry for relief. Somehow she looked more sexy in that vulnerable state of hers. 

And back in the seat there was Kareena, who was hell bent on reaching Delhi on time even at the cost of holding her waters in. I realized that I will never get another chance to see Katya or Kareena wet themselves even if it  meant tearing my own bursting bladder apart. So I chose to drive and make Katya hold it in.

Katya was obviously unhappy about my decision to drive off. She didn't talk to any of us and was solely focussed on holding. Occasionally she would sip on water to keep herself cool and avoid the day heat.

Time was passing slowly and our bladders were ticking bombs. Kareena sat upright with her legs crossed tight. She looked tensed too but she was fairly more comfortable.

"Ma'am . . . It  must be very common for you to be trapped in situations like these. Having to hold it in all the time, not getting a chance to go when you are at your absolute limits, pretend and smile as if everything's normal when you are actually seconds away from wetting . . . "

"Rex you have no idea. . . How tough it is! Its like every single day I get myself trapped. Whether it is at the shooting or any event. I have to leave early from my home so as to avoid traffic and it starts from there, From morning till late at night or sometimes even the next day. I simply cannot afford to go to the toilet. I mean there are prying eyes everywhere. Who knows when they will catch you, click your photos when you are relieving yourself or even rushing to the washroom. Plus it is not an easy task to go to the washroom for a relief. You have to strip all those impractical outfits which can take hours to put on and then there always this pressure to look good in front of the camera and be on time. . . " 

" There have been situation when I was frantic after having drank too much during the day. I would be anticipating a relief on my way home when my manager would call me and tell I will have to attend an event or a party or another late night shoot. She just won't listen to any of my excuses and I would be forced to smile, pose, dance and drink pints after pints just to live up to my image. Then there are times when I can simply go to an relieve myself but I still don't. That's because I have a tendency to get more desperate once the seal is broken and then I have to go again and again."

"My goodness! That must be a very tough thing to do. So how often do you go during the day?" Questions escaped my mind without any thought processing.

"Once in 24 hours or even less. . . If I could I would not ban myself from going to the toilet!Its such a hassle for me, such a waste of time and efforts. . . "

"Could you always hold so much or was it something else?" I asked again

"Earlier I used to drink less to avoid catching myself in a desperate situation but then I was hit by a very severe UTI and had to cancel my scheduled shoots. I had to face a lawsuit for that. . . That's when my dietician suggested to go for a bladder training. She suggested that one way or the other in my profession there will not be any bathroom breaks. So it was better to drink more and hold more than suffering a UTI. I took her words and since that day I have been training myself to hold longer and yet drink more. That sounds weird but its an essential part of my life to be able to keep on waiting . . So now you know why am I holding on. I don't want to attract crowd at a gas station and be clicked while going to the toilet and be a laughing stock for the media."

"I know now. . . How important it is for you to hold Ma'am. Trust me even I am dying for a relief but hanging on. I and Katya enjoy holding so much that we keep pushing each other to control ourselves. . ."

"Its a very good thing . . Because I seriously have no idea when will we be able to relieve ourselves!"

"NOOO! Don't say that" Katya cried. "I don't think I will be able to hold it once we reach there."

"I will make sure they take us straight to a washroom once we get there" Kareena tried to pacify Katya. She was genuinely concerned.

It was now 9pm we had finally reached the Delhi studio. Katya by then had locked herself like a preztel, Kareena help her put on her shorts back and it took an hour to do that. They had to slide it inch by inch. Katya was so frantic, that if she would part her legs she was surely going to gush open.Somehow they managed to put that on and even button it up.

Kareena too had to reluctantly button her leather outfits and all of a sudden her desperation multiplied by million times. They both belonged to the same situation. Both had shoved there hands in their crotch and double crossed their legs like a preztel, held there breath and wept.

I parked the car right next to the backdoor to the studio. Kareena promptly called her manager and she came running. Two 45 hours and one 36 hours pressurised bladders were waiting for answering the nature's call.

"TAKE US STRAIGHT TO THE TOILETS" Kareena comanded her manager.

"I am taking you straight to the GREENROOM!" She snapped.

"NO! To the toilets. We haven't been there since yesterday and haven't had anywhere to stop Lisa! I can't go on stage in such a state" Kareena tried to argue.

"Kareena. . .let me clarify this. . your contract says that once on the sets you are sole authority and responsibility of movement lies with your manager which is me! AND I don't care if you and your friends need to go to the toilet. You guys are coming to the green room, you will be dressed up and then sent in to to take your seats. And I don't want any of you to move from there - NOT EVEN FOR THE TOILETS!"

"Please Ma'am . Try to understand we can't possibly wait that long. Its been close to 2 days without any relief for us." I tried to reason.

"That's your problem! " Said Lisa and left.

"in an hour or so, I and Katya were dressed up in the most expensive of dresses. I was given an Armani suit while she was made to wear a Dolce & Gabbana evening gown while Kareena reluctantly put on a Versace gown and tight laced with a corset to prevent the bulge from showing. Needless to say none of our dressed were designed to containing our basket ball sized bladders. They were stretched to their seams and could tear apart any moment if our bladders expanded any more.

Since Kareena insisted we were being treated and taken care of or else they wouldn't even bother to look at us. Katya didn't say anything and put in all her efforts and power down to her muscle to suppress the litres of pee close to rupture her bladder. I was no better. My balls were hurting and my ever erect organ seemed to be full of steaming pee. Now with such expensive dresses on us we couldn't dare leak a drop or else it would show through and we would be fined heavily. Our lives depended on our holding. We didn't want to be trapped just because we couldn't hold it. WE HAD TO HOLD ON!

Katya still couldn't manage to walk and I had to lift her in my arms and take us to the front row seats. It was like a dream come true with all the famous actors and actresses seated around us. I could easily tell that many of the ladies were in similar situation as ours. Thanks to those tight fitting outfits and a tense body language.

Katya didn't even care to look at any of them. She was letting me take care for her and sat close to me tightly holding my arms and crossing her legs. She seemed so vulnerable and she kept whispering "Please find me a toilet" And Kareena sat on the other side. Upright and smiling for the paparazzi whispering to me "You guys must control yourselves. Do not even think of using the toilet. This is a live show and we are on air. I don't want my friends to be seen rushing to the toilet and made fun. I could see the sweat emanating on her forehead, sense the strain in her voice, trembling hands, goosebumps on her deep sweaty cleavage, and the obscenely bulging bladder which threatened to explode any moment.

The program had just started and none of us had an idea how to last through it with such a tremendous pressure inside us, spasms hitting us, desperation mounting higher levels, toes curled tight, legs crossed tight, bladder being squished with 2 days of boling pee and more being pumped to it. But somewhere at the bottom of our hearts I, Katya and Kareena as well, always wanted to be trapped in such a situation and that was it. We didn't move, kept fighting the screams of our bladders and held on and on and on, praying to our stars to help us make stay dry.

Even when the program got over the next morning WE KEPT HOLDING and WE ARE STILL HOLDING!

THE END!

The Pains of a Superstar - 4

Katya's challenge didn't go down well with me. What did she mean - 'Hold it like a man'? Was I not holding so much for so long already. Was I not drinking enough. I would admit it that with every passing moment the fear of wetting and losing her forever was growing but that didn't mean I was weak.

I had lost my cool on Katya and somehow that helped me to hang on. So I buckled up again and fastened my seat belt as tightly as I could. My bladder didn't like the additional pressure but I had not given it the freedom to release yet.

It was noon. 36 hours for us, 27 for Kareena. More water was being pumped into our bladders despite knowing it was going to hit us severely in a few minutes. Pain was searing through out our bladders and on top of that we were stuck in a massive traffic jam with no movement in sight. The gas station in front of us was bee lined with people and majority of them were there just for the wash-rooms. 

"I feel hungry" Kareena squeaked.

"Me too!" Katya added.

"Well . . . Its high time that we get something for ourselves."

Kareena pulled out her credit card and passed it to us. 

"Fetch something for all of us." She said joyfully "And make sure its not spicy, you know why!"

I looked at Katya and conveyed her to accompany me. He eyes popped out in horror.

"You are coming with me." I sternly said.

"But . . " Katya was trying to say something.

"But you are afraid about not making it back dry . . " I teased her knowing fully well it would be disastrous for my bladder as well. Katya looked at me as if she could stab me to death any moment. After contemplating for a while she stepped out of the car only to squat the very next moment. Her legs tightly crossed and hands tightly shoved in her crotch. I hopped towards her with my body was bent forward. It was as if my body was fighting on its own to hold the liters of pee inside. I helped her compose herself but she leaned on me. She had no power left in her legs and couldn't even stand properly without leaking a spurt or two.

And in the midst of all this I caught Kareena doing something. She had suddenly crossed her legs tighter and shoved her hands down there and her face was totally scrunched up. She couldn't do that with me and Katya in the car though she was dying to. She was a human after all and just like all other she too needed to empty herself once in a hwile - no matter how much she pretended to be immune to the calls of nature.

I had never seen any superstar in such a pitiable state. Though my sadistic mind found that very sexy. Her situation was actually worse than us it seemed. Skin tight leather really didn't help her hold. I wondered how she had managed to control herself for that long. 

"Please lift me and put me back in the car Rex." Katya whispered with tears rolling down her cheek. 

"You are coming with me to get some food" I tried to coax her to walk

" Please darling. Try to understand. If I try to walk I am going to flood the highway. . . .I must hold it in. I seriously don't want to end this hold anytime soon. I need to focus all my strength down there to be able to hold."

Her tears and that puppy like eyes melted me instantly. Just a while ago I was fuming inside and now I wanted to be her hero and help her hold I kissed her deeply in the middle of the road to cheer her up and she passionately kissed me back.

As I put her back in the seat Kareena was jolted back. She immediately sat straight and pulled her hands away from her crotch. Katya was trying to do the same as well.

"Its okay Kareena. . we know you are trying to suppress it . . .But you can only do it for so much time."

"I am dying to reliev myself but like I say I am not supposed to have such needs. I must hold it no matter what!"

Seeing that Kareena won't budge I turned to Katya.

"Be my man and bring us food. And promise me you will hold it in for me even if I can't"

" I will hold it for you!" I said and kissed her again.

I trudged my way to the nearby restro of the gas station. I had to literally hold my breath as I crossed the inviting washrooms. There was a long line at the take away counter but I braved that and got us lunch. When I got back to the car I got the rudest shock of my life. Both the ladies were now curled in their seats fighting their screaming bladders. They focussed so hard that I had to feed them myself Katya had stripped down her shorts and sat in just her tiny thong. It was a welcome distraction for me. Her bladder had swollen till her navel. her skin was pale and ot was stretched so taut that I could see her veins clearly. It looked dangerous yet erotic. Mine had expanded too, I could tell that from the stabbing pain I had since hours.

But when I turned back I found Kareena weeping. She was constantly shifting her position, fanning her legs, climbing up and down her seat, sweating in her leather. Her hands were holding the headrests in front of her tightly and digging her long nails into them. She was fighting really hard. 

I suggested her to unbutton her leather pants. She looked at me as if she considered the idea. and then all of a sudden she asked me to do that. I couldn't believ my luck that I was gettign a chance to touch her and get a feel of her bladder. I made sure I felf and squeezed her bladder as much as I could on the context of unbuttoning her ruthlessly tight latex pants and her small sized shirt too.

Her bladder felt like steel. It was rock hard and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't push into it. Kareena was getting suspicious that I had not unbuttoned her pants yet. But before she could accuse me I undid the button and POP! The severely constricted bladder which had been compressed for more than a day finally got some room to expand.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" screamed Kareena with relief. It was as if she had released the flood already.

"Comfortable now?" I asked intrigued

"Are you kidding me Rex! I should have let myself have this privilege hours ago.  . . .Now I can go on holding . . ."

"But I can't take this anymore. I  . . . I  . .  need . .  a washroom! NOWW!" Interrupted Katya instantaneously before Kareena could finish talking.

I was in dilemma then. On one hand Kareena's new-found confidence about holding inspired me to hold as well and on the other Katya's had reached her absolute limits. I was contemplating what to do. Just then the traffic got cleared and the vehicles behind us started honking horns like no tomorrow. I quickly jumped in the driver seat and started the car.

"Please don't. Rex . . I am serious. I won't be able to resist the outburst for much long, Take me to the washroom." Katya sobbed.

"NO! Rex. We are running late and the traffic is moving again. We must not stop till we reach Delhi"

"It will be 6 hours from now" I added.

"6 HOURS!" Katya screamed. 

"Just 6 hours" We can hold it Katya,hang on!" Kareena tried to coax me to drive.

I didn't know what to do next -  to drive and hold or to take Katya to the toilet and have a relief myself . . .