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!