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 . . .