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 . . .