After the revelation made by the reporter she felt as if her desperation rose to a new scale. She longingly looked at the door of the bathroom as the fullness of her bladder had started to become uncomfortable.
The party was almost over now and after a few more drinks the reported dropped her home. With so many drinks inside her bladder sloshing and pounding her insides the bulge in her abdomen had stretched the latex taut. She bid her good bye and hobbled towards the door. Her Mom was angry seeing her that she was again up with holding her pee.
"Why don't you just go to the toilet when you need it so bad?"
"I. . I. . am fine Mom. . "
"NO! YOU GO STRAIGHT TO THE BATHROOM NOW!"
She did plan to relieve herself normally for the next two days and then on the third day she could drink extra water and with a few diuretic pills she could be frantic enough to show to her donors that she didn't pee all the 3 days. She stripped off her tight sweaty latex suit and underwear and just sat on the bowl when her mobile buzzed. It was a mail from the admin
"Miss Stacy. Since our site is down with maintenance in the middle of your crowd funding operation of holding pee for an hour for every 10$, we urge you to keep holding for the next three days with a video evidence and minimum intake of half a gallon per day. This is to make sure that the donors do not think that you took a pee in between the 3 days.
Please note that even in a single user raises a suspicion flag al the amount that has been collected yet will be refunded to their respective donors."
A chill went down her spine after she read that mail. Her bladder screamed for relief , her mother would get hell bent on forcing her to go to the bathroom at proper intervals. On the other hand she didn't want to miss the chance of upgrading to even bigger boobs. She was this close to relief but now she had to suppress all her bodily needs and appear calm. On top of that she had another challenge to solve. How was she going to flatten her bladder bulge without having to pee. She was squirming and pee dancing frantically since the bowl in front was already wreaking havoc on her bladder. She had too many things to focus on.
With a hand shoved in her crotch and another at the wall seeking support her eyes fell on the laundry bag. It had one of her sports waist clincher. It was like a godsend for her. Since the option of cheating and peeing was ruled out and losing the significant amount of money she had accumulated just for the sake of peeing was not desirable. With great efforts she put on the waist clincher to the tightest notch possible to arrest further expansion of her bladder.
She was filming all of these in her tiny mobile cam and whispered into that.
"This is for you guys. Not a drop of relief. . Boobs over relief. . "
She then came out of the bathroom and soon changed into her loose onesie to conceal her waist clincher. But then one more problem arose. That was to behave normally as if she was empty and even play with her little cousins who were around for the entire week. With gallons of beer still being pumped inside her bladder, the clincher squishing her ever expanding bladder and with 3 more days of uncertainty she was in huge trouble. . .
Would she be able to make it?
