Until She Bursts - Part 4

It was 12 in the noon. Donna was sweating profusely inside those unforgiving tight layers of latex and those ruthlessly vibrating dildos. Before they started the holding competition Donna insisted Erica and Minx to take a pee.

They were dumbstruck. In fact they snarled at her, saying that they could easily hold it in. They had gone just 6 hours ago. Donna sighed at that an warned them, that the competition was going to be a very long one. She then showed them her outfit in detail and that it had no zippers to cheat or sneak a pee.

She then laid down the rules, the hold will continue till one of them first leaks.  No one was allowed to leave from their computers. If anyone leaves she would lose the competition by default.  Minx and Erica complained because they would not be able to see Donna leak through her latex outfits. To answer their question Donna pulled out her portable ultrasound device. If placed on the bladder it showed the accurate real time picture of her bladder, its shape, and how much fluid it held, and how stressed it is. She connected that with her laptop and it immediately started showing the details of her bladder.

At that point of time, her bladder contained 2500ml of pee, the stress level was 5/100. It suggested that she had a long way to go before she would leak. Erica and Minx were surprised to see that. They wondered how their own bladders would fare against it. The rule was simple if that volume indicator would show less volume, (e.g 2499ml) than what it showed earlier Donna would lose.

Donna let the girls set the pace of drinking for the game. They were supposed to drink a glass of water or 300ml per hour. Soon they all downed the said amount of water to officially mark the beginning of the hold. An hour passed, then two, then three, then six and soon they had crossed a day. Nothing happened despite drinking 2400ml of water. The girls were so adept to holding it that such a tiny amount didn't even make them flinch. They were increasingly getting a lot of viewers online. They started at 3 and now 10,386 people were watching the competition live.

Donna was now holding 5000ml after 36 hours and she was mighty uncomfortable. Her body wanted to force the load out but she had already blocked all the outlets. She wanted to pee dance, squirm, and grab her crotch but seeing the number of people watching it online she braved the discomfort. On the other hand, Minx and Erica sat as if nothing happened. They kept exchanging about their holding adventures and how they dangerously they would let their bladders fill, what a hard gusher they would produce at the end.

Donna was awestruck about their abilities and began to doubt her own holding skills. Nevertheless she still held on. Days three into the hold but none of them budged. Donna was having a very tough time. She was in excruciating pain. After having drunk 7200ml laced with diuretics, in the last three days she was now at 12200ml after 108 hours. Needless to say Erica and Minx too were feeling the heat, though they were just at 7200 ml.

The waist clincher Donna had put on, tried its level best to compress the massive load of her pent up liquid. Her muscles were exhausted and the pressure was so high inside her that it was trying to push the dildo out with a force equivalent to a shotgun. She was fighting that all alone and doing everything to prevent a leak. She didn't care what the world would think , she openly held herself now.

She then slowly crawled to the mic and begged, with a strained voice of course.

"Do you girls mind if we slow down the rate of drinking. Please?"

Minx was looking for one such opportunity to tease her.

"Why? Are you not going to be able to hold it any more? LOSER!"

"I am NOT a loser. I say this because I am not feeling good. I dont want to throw up and die of excessive electrolyte dilution idiot!"

Minx and Erica never thought of that, and they decided to slow the drinking pace down. So then they were on one pint every three hours, much to every one's relief. The two girls were in their usual tiny attires needless to say which were then digging into their massive bladders. They too were stunned by Donna's control. Ever since their guinees book feat they had never used the toilet before at least waiting for an entire week but that was with normal drinking.

But in the competition things were altogether different. They were chugging water like no tomorrow and they just 7 litres was too much for even then. They could not bring themselves to imagine how badly Donna was suffering seeing her volume of 12200 ml already.

An entire week past but none of them leaked a drop yet. Donna was dealing with an insane volume of 15000ml at 168 hours and the rest of the two could barely stand with 10000ml. It seemed that Donna was going to win the hold any how.

Minx and Erica were in tears. They had exploited their muscles beyond anything for the last couple of years and now they could not even reach half of their record capacity. Earlier they could go weeks without even having to cross their legs and hide it no matter what, Whereas today, they felt they would explode the moment they would uncross their legs.

They were all a sweaty mess, tired and with sore red eyes, cramping bladder, and breathing heavily. They had been sleepless for days. When Erica suggested that they should have some sleeping pill and try to sleep with a full bladder. Everyone agreed to that. Whoever would gush during the sleep would lose. It was a risky challenge and every one was afraid to lose but they could barely keep their eyes open. So all of them had food and popped in a sleeping pill. But Donna decided to make the challenge even difficult when she suggested that to compensate for the time of sleep all of them would drink a gallon of water and only then sleep.

Minx and Erica were mortified.A chill went down their spine. They were totally uncertain if their bladders could hold even a drop more but nevertheless they chugged down a gallon. And within a minute Donna's clincher tore open. It was tested to its limit and stretched beyond belief.

Everyone of the 1,00,000 on-line spectator including Erica and Minx's eyes popped out in horror to see the bulge of Donna's bladder as she sighed in relief. She had been dying to have more room for bladder. Even her catsuits were stretched to their seams and could tear apart any moment.

Beachball was an understatement for the size of her bulge!

Donna then turned to the screen and looked that her current volume rose to 18600 ml. But with her new found room for her bladder she was sure she could have a deep sleep. The question was - If she was over-estimating her bladder ? Could Erica and Minx solve the task? Or would they all burst open in an effort to hold it all in?

Everyone held their breath as they tried to fall asleep but it was a hard task. Every second seemed like a decade but it had to be so. No girl wanted to pee, their sole motive was to keep on holding. Only time would tell who was going to win . . .

Until She Bursts - Part 3

Donna could barely sleep that night. Partly due to the extreme sweating under latex and its discomfort. But the main reasons were the painfully tight waist clincher, the buzzing 6" flexible dragon dildo and of course her rapidly filling bladder. She kept rustling from side to side. On normal days she would not even feel any urge with a liter of pee with her bladder. But today it was different. The situation made her desperation more prominent. She woke up at 6am and without giving any thought she ran to the bathroom. Morning pees were a MUST for her

But to her utter dismay it was locked. She tried pushing it, but it was locked ajar and then she was jolted to reality that she was not supposed to pee and just hold it till the end. She could feel how ferociously her kidneys pumped into her bladder. Thanks to the waist clincher even a litre felt like a gallon.

On top of it the vibrators kept tingling her from inside. And as it was flexible and wirelessly charged it would never run out of juice she knew. With every jolt of her step and the extreme vibrations her bladder screamed. She paid no heed to it and decided to torment it with another litre of water, a diuretic pill and then breakfast.

She drank another litre of diuretic water at one go and immediately felt the wrath of the same. The diuretic from the previous night was still wreaking havoc on her bladder. She squat down in an effort to prevent any leakage. But little did she realize her hole was being blocked by the massive dildo. It was severely uncomfortable but arousing at the same time. That strange sensation massively turned her ON. She tried to sit upright and not move for a minute. But she failed miserably again and again as the vibration didn't let her relax. She HAD to pee. And it was fairly obvious - Her bladder had NO place to expand or shift so it was trying it level best to force the steaming pee out. But Donna was in no mood to ever relieve herself again. 

To while away her time she pulled out a photo album of her childhood. There was something peculiar about all of her photos. In all of them, she posed with pained expressions, and she knew exactly what was the reason behind it. A close to bursting bladder.

She was one of those girls, who loved waiting, pushing herself longer, skipping the chance of using toilets, go to the bed despite leaking. Ever since she was 3, she would hold her pee, all day at the nursery and even after getting back. Her mother would coax her, scold her and force her to pee but she wouldn't budge. She would keep on holding and if she had to pee she would do so only at the bath. Reluctantly her mother stopped paying attention to her bathroom needs. And at times even when she would whine she would make her wait longer as a punishment.

When in school she would skip her before bed pee and even her morning pee and go to school with a bladder containing more than a day's worth of pee and try to last till the bed time. Being desperate was like her second nature and despite having several close calls she never stopped holding.

On family picnics she would deliberately drink a gallon of water before a long car ride and deliberately stay in the car when other would go and relieve themselves. More often than not she would be the one who would be frantic by the end of the journey. Needless to say she would still suppress the urge, hide her needs and wait till they returned home.

While graduation she would endure long gruelling study sessions all day without using the toilet once throughout the day and even after returning to her room and endure exams thereafter in succession. She had never seen how a public toilet looks from inside.

She had made a record of not peeing on weekends ever since she had turned 16 and she still felt proud about it. Even today she could hold longer than any other lady in the entire universe. And she was going to push herself to death but not pee. 

At around noon she came up with an idea -  Why not to make a world record of holding it in and have pee holding contests one after the other with all the desperation fetishists on the globe? She turned to her laptop and connected it with the over the air wifi and logged in to holditin.com. 

She posted a dare: 
Calling out all the desperation lovers out there. Challenging everyone of you to come and defeat me in a holding contest. I haven't let myself use the toilet in over the last 12 hours and I am still confident to defeat all of you , one after the other without leaking a drop in days to come. 
THE ULTIMATE PEE HOLDING CONTEST . . .

To this Minx and Erica were the first one to comment -
"We have the world's largest bladder with official Guinees Book Entry. We can defeat you Donna.
You say hold it for days, we say WEEKS! Bring it on!"

Donna replied - 
"Easy girl, I can last for a lifetime without a care! So HOLD IT IN!"

To be continued . . .

Until She Bursts - Part 2

Donna got up from her bed, looked at the wall clock. It was close to midnight. She decided that it was high time she start preparing for her final hold. She knew it was going to be a very long, painful and torturous journey to end her life. But she would be sexually and mentally satisfied.

She sent mails to her colleagues that she was going out of town for a week and asked them not to try to contact her since she would be engaged in some highly personal work. Then she jumped on to a shopping website which offered instant deliveries within hours. She ordered Ben-wa balls, bondage latex gear, catsuits, corsets,vibrators, tapes, ultra powerful diuretics, muscle stimulant drugs, ready -to-eat food portable ultrasound device,  industrial glues, chains and huge metal locks.

She decided to spent the last few days of her life locked up in her own apartment and making sure that she has ABSOLUTELY no place or way to relieve herself. By midnight all of her orders were delivered.

The clock was close to 12, she took a deep breath and reluctantly went to the toilet. She removed her sweaty leather outfits and latex undies with great difficulty. As she approached the inviting white bowl she could feel her spasms in her bladder, muscles quivering, and pee rushing to her hole. Her desperation heightened. Though she was more than used to all that.

She sat on the bowl, still not letting go of a drop of pee to escape. She felt it was too good of a feeling to let go. but unfortunately she decided against that and as soon as the clock struck midnight she let loose. A huge forceful torrent hit the bowl. It was so hard that the porcelain cracked. She recalled to herself that it was the most urgent and satisfying and orgasmic relief of her life. She had never looked like a pregnant before and certainly never held so much of pee. She was sure it was more than a gallon. Her gush continued for whopping 3 and a half minutes.

She collapsed in a puddle of sweat and relief washed her face as she panted after that massive relief. And then all of a sudden she burst into tears, partly because she knew that no one accepted her with her fetish, and the main reason being that she wanted to hold longer.

She took a long look at her bowl and then she brought the industrial glue and stuck the lid forever. On top of  it she chained it securely and threw away the key out of the window. Next came her bathtub. After taking a quick long shower she sealed its drainage hole as well. And then the drainage holes of her sink in the bathroom as well as the kitchen. She taped, glued the hinges and locked the door of the bathroom and threw the key outside. Thereafter one by one she cut, locked, glued or sealed all the exits which she could use possibly in case she needed to pee. She even locked herself from inside and broke her cell phone and disconnected her telephone line. Then threw all her glasses, jugs, bottles into her dustbin. The only way she could have water for drinking was from her tap, which was connected to a huge 20 liter calibrated water filter.

Its system was such that whenever water was drawn out of it, and equal amount of water would be drawn from the tap. Which meant the filter could never be emptied. Unless she kept drinking. She decided from then on she would drink at least one liter of water every time laced with diuretic.

She went to her bedroom, pulled out, her fetish outfits. She sighed as she began sorting out what to put on for her final days. She took the big vibrating ben-wa balls. Put in herself from the back and set the vibration to max. A shudder went down her spine as the balls came to life. On top of it she forced into herself a big dragon dildo from the front and set it to max intensity. She was already turned on and was seeing stars behind her eyes.

But more was yet to come. Somehow she managed to put on a tight latex thong and one pvc thong to make sure that the balls and the dildo were constantly being pushed inside. Then a latex swimsuit and then a tight latex catsuit. None of which had zippers of course. Then she glued the back entry zippers and locked it at her neck with a tiny padlock and threw the keys outside. Next came another heavy rubber catsuit coupled with a waist clincher to further compress her. She didn't want to compromise on her figure just because her bladder would bulge. There was no way she could pee now or even come out of those mercilessly tight fitting outfits. She had no choice but to HOLD.

By the time she completely locked herself it was 3am. Her throat was as dry as a desert. She came downstairs to the kitchen and popped in a diuretic pill in her mouth and started sucking from the filter nozzle. She guzzled water till it came below the one liter mark,

She took a deep breath and soaked in the silence all around, went to her bed and tried to sleep. The countdown to her final journey of EXTREME DESPERATION had begun. . .

Until She Bursts - Part I

"Enough is ENOUGH Donna!" Howled Chuck on her.

"Honey, please calm down. Trust me I am fine. I can still hold it. I like holding it."

"I don't care. Either you choose me or the fetish."

Donna was hardly surprised at that. She had faced this situation in all of her relationships. None of the men she was involved with could accept her with her fetish. All of them were cowards since they could not even hold a quarter as long as she did. She knew how it was going to happen now. Time had come to bring even that relationship to an end rather than prolonging the inevitable

"Good bye Chuck!" She said and left his place albeit taking baby steps on her 8" stilettos and trying not to burst out. She had held it all weekend despite drinking 8 pints of beer on top of 2 litres of other fluid which was being ferociously pumped into her bladder.She looked pregnant and that too with twins. Especially her tight pencil leather skirt made her bulge look even more prominent. And she bravely held it shut tight and was in no mood to let it out just for the sake of someone who could not even accept her for what she was.

Donna was in her forties. Unmarried and yet she could give most supermodels and pornstars a run for their money. And she could beat all of them easily without breaking a sweat. She had massive overfilled saline boobs, astonishingly slim waist, glowing skin, long legs and long brown hair, plump lips, green eyes and of course a magnificent ass. She knew how men drooled over her and she enjoyed that so much. 

But for some reason, nothing else mattered to her any more. She was heart broken and depressed. Being refused for the umpteenth time she felt dejected. The world looked down at her as if she was a freak or so she thought. She had no place to live, and no one to live for and no one to hold for. She reached her apartment, closed the door and crashed on her bed weeping.

The jolt was too much for her bladder to take. She leaked a drop in her latex underwear. Her hands immediately flew down to her crotch. But the skirt won't let her reach her thing and she moaned with pain as her bladder cramped under the tremendous load she was holding. She kept rustling on her bed as she wept.

She didn't want to pee even then and hold it even longer. But at the bottom of her heart she wanted to explode and end it all together once and for all.

And that's when a deadly idea struck her mind. What if she could end her life by exploding her bladder! Just hold, hold,hold and hold till it pops. At least she would die doing something she absolutely loved to and still be happy about it. She was well aware that in her present state she could easily hold a gallon of pee and if needed she could stretch to extremes and hold nearly two gallons. 

Donna finally decided that it was time to leave the indifferent and unjust world and die. Hers was going to be the longest and the most sexy and satisfying suicide or so she felt.

She was going to 

HOLD IT . . . TILL SHE POPPED . . .