The next morning Stacy woke up with a huge wave of desperation hitting her bladder. Her hands flew down to her crotch. She made intense efforts to hold the pent up pee inside her. But little did she realize that she was not in her room but in the drawing room. She slept on the couch, rustling and moaning all night in her sleep trying not to pee herself. She had been dreaming about peeing continuously and still be desperate. Fortunately she did not leak in reality. Everyone was aware about her predicament.
She smiled sheepishly and reluctantly took her hands away from her crotch risking an accident. It was right at the edge of the pee hole. she almost froze at her place and stayed absolutely still to regain some control.
"Guess I drank too much water before bed. . " She squeaked. Her mother glared at her. Before she could say a word Stacy rushed to the bathroom. The waist clincher had to be taken off by her the pressure was so intense. She just wanted to pee anyhow somehow and not embarrass herself in front of her family.
Just then she heard a loud bang on the door and heard her mother yell at her.
"Why don't you just empty yourself and dress quickly. We have a flight to catch remember?"
Stacy had totally forgotten that they were visiting Aunt Sally for the weekend along with her cousins. She hurriedly took a bath and changed into her tiny low rise Freddy Wrup pants. It being low rise, she expected them to give more room for her bladder but unfortunately the tight waist band sat right on her bladder after being buttoned up. Keeping the pants unbuttoned was an option but if her mother caught her like that all hell would break loose. She had to pull her belly in and hold her breath to button them up. Her bladder was very unhappy with that and started throwing strong waves to her pee hole. there was a lot of pee that was pumped to her bladder over night and it needed more room to expand. Getting the clincher off gave it some room but before it could settle she again had to subject it to tightness.
She then quickly packed her bags along with a few small waist clinchers just in case her bladder starts to swell even bigger. After a quick breakfast and a tall glass of mango juice they left for the airport.
While every one was getting into the car her mother pulled her back
"If I find taht you are again at your holding game. I swear I am gonna make you piss yourself in front of all the passengers in the flight." Stacy could not believe her ears what she just heard, She was terrified. And with all the extra mango juice in the breakfast her desperation was increasing rapidly. She could literally feel every bump and pot hole on the road and with her little cousins playing with her and jumping on her bladder, her eyes were watering.
Her family members kept chatting all the way to the airport while she kept her answers to a mere yes or no. The overfilled bladder of hers needed her absolute attention. Her mother kept an eye at her from the corner of her eyes and tried to gauge the gravity of her desperation. Stacy thus could not sit on her heels or cross her legs or wiggle her bum. And all this with her little cousins continuously kicking her bladder accidentally.
After an hour long torturous trip they reached the airport. Her mother handed her the heaviest bag of the lot to carry. Stacy was nearly at the end of her tether but she somehow resolved to hold it. As they entered the airport her Mother and her aunts went to the toilets leaving Stacy outside. She pretended to busy herself in her phone but her bladder screamed to follow them into the toilet. As soon as they disappeared into the toilet she shoved her hands into the crotch and squat down on the floor trying to pacify her angry overfilled bladder. She just had minutes to regain composure.
Stacy found the door of the toilet opening to her horror and she stood up at one go. That was too much for her muscles to take and her muscles shot a spurt of pee into her pants. Fortunately they were made up of leather and didn't show anything on the outside. But that little relief wreaked havoc on her bladder and her muscles. As now her muscles had broken the seal for the first time in days and the feeling of relief was too much of a temptation to resist.
As they moved in through the immigration check point she was shuddering and sweating profusely. The line moved very slowly and she could see the signs of the ladies room just behind the counter. Every step of hers was small and carefully measured. She was squirming frantically now as she got closer and closer to the door of the restroom.
"Everything all right Ma'am?" The officer at the window asked her.
"Y.. Yes. .I just need to use the restroom. . " Red faced as she admitted her dire need. But she had already decided on giving up the hold. The officer was taken aback but didn't say anything further and cleared her documents.
She called on to her Mother and handed over the bags and started to walk towards the restroom as fast as she could. Her bladder was now violently contracting and pulsing as it sensed that Stacy was now near a restroom. Her brains bombarded her muscles to release and let the flood out. She was in the last leg of her mammoth hold and she just found an empty cubicle. A smile lit her face from ear to ear and tears filled her eyes - it was a mixed feeling. She closed the door behind her and tried to unbutton her pants. But they just wouldn't come off also her zipper got stuck. And in the struggles she lost a few more spurts. And why not she had been holding for more than 100 hours now and with all the massive liquid intake it was obvious that her body would try to force it out lest she fought harder.
Just when the button finally came off and she was about to sit on the bowl, her phone buzzed. It was a text from Minx - Aunt Sally's daughter.
"Hi Stacy!
Learnt from a mailer that you are onto a crowd funding thingy for bigger boobs! So proud of you Sis! Please do NOT giveup after coming this long. It would be a shame if you cant tame your bladder even after being my sister.
Can't wait to see you bursting. May be we can hold it together and hit another world record of holding and bigger boobs . .
P.S:Its been 5 days since I have been putting off my bathroom breaks and its getting really bad down there "
This text was alone a reminder to Stacy as to how her cousin sister Minx fought of her needs to hold for an entire fortnight without a single drop of relief. She felt ashamed of herself but her condition was critical. She was on the toilet bowl and shooting spurts every now and then. The relief was right beneath her and her muscles were failing to keep all the pent up pee inside any more. And within a blink of her eye she started to p. . . ."
To be continued. . .
For those of you who don't know who Minx is please check out the link:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0BxJ51RL_1XPYYlZrMlZLb3B0VzQ/view?usp=sharing
