My Superwife - The Secret of the Ladies!

This story is going to be in first person view of Aletta!

"Dear Diary,
I chose not to go office today. Rex dropped me back at my place. I feel so embarrassed and yet to good about the accident today. I still can't believe I blurted out about full bladder sex! How could I! DANG I should have been brave and not given in to the demands of my tiny bladder. 

May be a full bladder is as good as getting drunk! I have never held my waters for an entire day before. My bladder burnt literally BURNT all through the night. I have no clue how I fell asleep and for that matter how he fell asleep. I could read the signs of his body. He was in worse pain than me but he bravely fought it. I BELIEVE HE IS THE ONE WHO CAN BE MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR!

I soooo wish I could get rid of my pee-shyness and toilet-scare problem. I wish I could tell them the truth that at BladderRox, I do not fall under the strong bladder group but the weak ones and have been taking bladder strengthening pills only. i wish I could tell them that I need to pee every 3-4 hours and not 6-8 hours. I wish I could pee freely when I wanted to not for convenience. I wish I could be the master of my own bladder and not have to empty myself in such a disgraceful manner everyday, not depend on my close ones to help me void. I want to hold it , hold it like Rex, like Audrey and even like my Mom , like my sister - Sophie!

I want to be his Bladder Queen! And for that matter be Bladder Queen of every one around me.. 

TILL NEXT TIME DIARY!"

Thank goodness I closed the diary before Sophie arrived. She gets nosy at times. And look at her, she is all sweaty. Probably due to a long morning jog.

"Hey Sophie! The bathroom's right down the stairs . Just go and empty yourself!"

"Why Alee? I am fine, its not that bad . . kind of"

"Kind of?" I suspected.  

"Alright it is getting bad." I figured she must have drunk a lot before bed. But Soph was a fighter. When she took off those too tight yoga pants I saw the bulge in her bladder. But she remained non-nonchalant about it. It always surprised me despite living with her all my life. I had never seen her desperate or use the toilet. 

To be honest I was always jealous of Soph holding her waters all the time with such ease. Running a fashion outlet was not an easy job especially when you convert the toilets at the back into a store room to save money.

She went in for a bath, came out in a short while. I didn't hear flush the WC. 

"Why don't you just pee when you can? You have to spend an entire day at the outlet without any facilities?" I was getting annoyed and jealousy was taking a toll.

Sophie laughed at that. Being my elder sis she knew my weakness, she hugged me tight.

"I do it because I can and I want to!"

"But why would you not want to? Here I struggle with my problems everyday and pray to be able to make it through the day dry and you on the other hand do not make use of the privileges that you are entitled with. What an irony!"

Sophie kissed me and whispered in my ears.

"I will show you how I do it. But first help me squeeze into these leathers?"

"Why leather?"

"Because they make me look sexy! And they are tight!"

"TIGHT You say! They barely stretch! Will you be comfortable?"

"Alee enough! You know we both never dress for comfort - style is what matters! And for the record - These leathers don't stretch. That's why I wear them. They don't show any unwanted bulges. If you know what I mean"

"Where will your bulge go then? Are you really comfortable - holding it all day? Not being able to relieve yourself even when you are at the end of tether? The rush down there always. the dull ache, the throbbing? Its unbelievable how you can be comfortable holding your pee all day and that too wearing something that squeezes your belly to an inch of your life!Look at you, you already have such a big bulge. I would have been half dead had I been in your place!"

She hardly paid heed to what I was saying. She forcibly squeezed herself into those leathers except she was not able to button them up. The band of her thong showed right above the waist band. She struggled with it but in vain. 

"See! Thats's what I am talking about. You have no room for your bladder to expand!"

Sophie was angry. She gave a stern look at me and with inhuman efforts she buttoned them up. She froze for a minute but her hands never flew down to her crotch. Instead she just lazily crossed her legs and kept her hands on her hips. Trying to accept the new pressure.

"Not comfortable? Wanna change?" I teased her.

Sophie took a deep breath and sat beside me which obviously increased the pressure on her bladder.

"Alee ! Baby listen to me. After drinking nearly half a gallon over the night and not emptying yourself in the morning - do you really think I will be comfortable? I still have an entire day to spend. the leathers don't give me any room. I don't know if I can manage it till the end of day. It scares me too. I too get desperate , I too feel that I might not survive the next wave but somehow I do. In fact its very bothersome. . . 

By the time I return home from jogging I am already very very irritated by the rising pressure. Then the bathe - it is absolute torture but I fight it. Then I go to the stores, spend all day attending to those wannabe bimbos and barbies and have to stand all day in these tight numbers, in stilettos and smile to the customers while suppressing the needs of my body - to void. I come home, make dinner, watch TV, do the dishes and then bathe - all the time when its the pressure inside me has risen like anything. On top of that I again take a bath and then go to bed, still unrelieved, still aching for a relief! I leak at times but that's OK. I too have got limits. I try to push them every day though. . . 

Now tell me, if a girl has to go through this everyday, constantly battle her growing needs all day - do you really REALLY think I will be comfortable. Like every other girl who has to hold her pee everyday for one reason or the other, be it for a short while or for days - I too get desperate, FRANTIC is the right word. Its just that I am good at hiding it. I know showing it or whimpering about it will get me nowhere. So I accept the pain and suffer silently. You ask me if I feel comfortable - NO ! I DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE! All this is very VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. Even now I need to pee very urgently but I will put it off obviously and you will never be able to tell the difference if I am empty or at the verge of wetting myself! Why if you ask - Because I know I can hold my pee till its convenient!"

I was stunned. I never looked at her with so much respect. It was as if she was motivating me to realise that holding pee is a way of life. Before I could say anything I saw that Mom had arrived already and was listening to Soph so intently. She looked flustered and the bulge in her bladder was massive indicating that she had not used the toilets in very long time. 

"I knew my daughter will be as strong as me someday. I am proud of you Sophie. At least one of my daughters has realized the power of having control on your body. But know that if you ever feel like going to the toilet or under the weather just rush to the toilets, a little bit of cheating is allowed." She winked at us.

"Mom!" Soph hushed her. " You are not supposed to cheat!"

"Oh I know, but at times when my bladder threatens to blow up I feel like giving up, but that's ok. Every woman does at some point in her life." She sat close to me and hugged me tight. I could feel her rock solid bladder being squished against me. I wonder why her dam didn't burst yet.

"I know Alee you don't like the way things are for your bladder department. It hurts me to know that you are extremely pee shy and except for a few people like us you never open up to anybody else. I know you are not endowed with a hollow bladder like Sophie or me. And I still regret having taken you for that movie when you were young. I could never fathom that the toilet monster scene would affect you so badly. Its very disheartening to know that you can't pee when you are alone and even when there are people around you. 

It means that you just cannot pee all your life if you don't have your closed ones around you. Just know that we are still with you - its nothing to be ashamed of. We will help you void whenever you want to - be it behind a bush, or in a bucket or in the toilet in our presence only. You may or may not be able to trust anyone to help you in future to be with you in the toilet with you to comfort you. And I believe that you will surpass all of us one day and be able to hold your waters. You will be so strong that the psychological barriers won't matter to you at all . . "

I could only smile and whisper.

"Mom tell me honestly. Since my childhood I have never seen you go to the toilet? Even now, it looks as if you cannot contain yourself anymore. What keeps you motivated to not use the toilet? Don't you want to pee?"

"I am a nurse honey! I am not supposed to pee. But that's impossible I know. I and your sister have a secret. We both void ever so rarely but we never talk about that, we never let each other know about that. Hence you will never see us going to the toilet. And as far as my need to pee is concerned. I AM ALWAYS BURSTING . . SOON YOU WILL BE TOO "

Sophie's phone buzzed and upon reading the text she was furious.

"Did you wet yourself at Giz's place in the morning!" Soph screamed at me. I couldn't look her in the eyes.

"Calm down honey, she must have been bursting! Take her to the stores today and show her how we live all day. Be sure to drink extra today and give her an idea of how it is to be like at the verge of wetting. Alee needs some inspiration. . ."

Volume 2 coming soon. . .

The Waiting Waitress!

Kelly used to live alone in a really sly neighbourhood ever since she moved out of her family. She was adamant to pursue her career in modelling but she was always low on money. This particular locality as that was the cheapest one she could afford

She went to a nearby college for graduation and worked part time at a club simultaneously. Her life was not so easy. Always on a move and little time to herself made her irate. On top of that there was no place where she could go pee except the pot of the show plant which she kept on the window of her room. The only bathroom on the floor of her building was tiny, gross and was used by around 30 other girls. So she decided to never use it and contain her waters even when she would be half dead with pain. 

It was just like any other day. She woke up bursting as always. Despite having the pot she could not pee more than twice a day as the pot would not absorb all the flood from her 1.6 liter capacity bladder. This particular morning, she had to pee exceptionally bad and without noticing anything she started emptying herself in the pot. The relief was orgasmic. Nearly 30 seconds had passed but the flow didn't stop. A few seconds later she felt wet near her feet and she realized that the pot was overflowing. Reluctantly she had to stop her gusher. She still had a lot in her bladder but there was no other option but endure. She took a bath in the common mansion bathroom cause of which she couldn't empty herself for the fear of strong smell emanating from a night's bladder.

She came out somewhat uncomfortable with a 3/10 full bladder and got dressed. She wouldn't have peed at this situation normally but it was something that was still ringing in her mind. Given the kind of body she had, anything she wore looked very provocative. By provocative , I mean REALLLLY PROVOCATIVE! Today she put on her tight hot pants over her tiny thong and a short top. Heels were mandatory. Dressing like that surely fetched her attention and also earned her a few local magazine photo-shoots or cheap ads but nothing too fancy. The money was good though.

As she downed upon the fluids with her breakfast she could feel her bladder getting fuller. Nothing worrisome but definitely there. She pushed it to the back of her mind and carried on with her activities. She took the next available bus and soon reached her college. By the time she reached it was 5/10. The level of discomfort had ridden and occasionally she had to clench her muscles down there. The day being hot she was absent mindedly sipping water from her bottle.

"Gosh I wish the pot weren't overflowing. I still can't hold it all day!" She though to herself as she reached the class. It wasn't unusual for her to see guys drooling over her hot bod. She was a strong girl and hardly paid heed to them. She longed for a guy who would look into her eyes and not her cleavage. 

As soon as she sat the ties of her shorts squeezed her bladder. It made her known that a gusher was in the making. The class began and one after the other lecturers dropped in almost putting her to sleep . But thanks to her tiny bladder she could neither sleep nor pay attention to what was being thought. Her mind was drifting away towards finding a relief. It was 4 hours since she woke up and all the juice, coffee and water she had since the morning was now hitting her hard. She never realized when she had crossed her legs tightly wobbling her legs up and down.

By noon she was in a bad shape 7/10. The bell rang - it was time for lunch. Had it been some other day she would have run to the toilet but today it was Valentine's day. All teh toilets in the college was locked for the management feared new couples would leave no stalls empty to have sex. She cursed her stars and being so stupid to drink so much since the morning. She reluctantly went to the canteen to get food where in she caught many other girls complaining about their bladders and fidgeting legs. She could relate to them but had no where to go.

Just then her phone buzzed. It was from the owner of the club where she worked.

"Kelly could you please come a few hours early today? Someone called Audrey has booked the floor for a bladder burst festival and I am running short on staff for preparations, You get double the pay for every hour you stay!"

Kelly's eyes lit up. She decided to skip her classes and sped towards her dorm. The ride was torturous. She imagined that the relief she would finally have instead of having to wait till the end of college. the pressure and the anticipation was so much that she already started leaking. Her tiny clothes hardly absorbed anything and trickles flowed down her legs. She made quite a show doing the pee dance as she passed on the money to the taxi driver. To her utter dismay the lift was out of order and she had to take the stairs all the way to the 6th floor. Having to pass in front of the filthy common bathrooms near the stair case on every floor.

She HAD to pee. It was 8/10 inside her which meant she was holding 1.28 liter in her bladder almost or may be more. The  pot was just a few feet away. The keys could not be found now. Knowing that relief was close her desperation rose to new heights. She nearly squat in front of her door trying to stem the flow. Her pussy throbbed , knees weak , sweat all over her body, trembling hands and biting her lips - all to just hold her aching bladder for a few more seconds. Finally she found the keys and barged inside.

But her eyes popped in horror when she could not find her beloved pot - her much needed savior! She looked all around with one hand tightly grabbing her pussy. Then she finally looked out of the window and found that the pot had fallen down and broken. She screamed out of rage and jumped into her bed trying to accept the newly heightened pressure. Bit her blanket and her hands tightly holding her pussy. Tears fell from her eyes.

"GOD! Please let me pee! I have to peeeee please " 

Her phone rang. It was Ronnie. The owner of the club and of course her long time crush. 

"Yo babe! Get down now. We gotta rush !"

A chill went down her spine. Her need to pee got pushed to the back of her mind and in no time she was dressed in her one piece french maid uniform and a neon green thong. He insisted on getting the tightest fit and perhaps a size or two smaller to accentuate her curves and flaunt it to the maximum possible extent. Today his idea was killing her. She had the one which was smallest in size and she had the herculean task to squeeze herself into the dress with an ever expanding bladder- which had now become a ticking time bomb. She almost died a hundred deaths before she could tighten the dress around her curves. A one piece meant she couldn't pee without taking her dress off and neither did Ronn allowed her waitresses to pee while at work.

She put on her best smile as she got down from the stairs leaking as less as humanly possible in her condition. Ronnie  was waiting outside the car and as soon as he saw her , he hugged her tight and gave her a peck.

"You look beautiful! More than ever!"  Kelly blushed furiously as she experienced a mini orgasm.

Soon they were speeding to the club. Everytime his Porsche went over a bump or a pot hole Kelly would hold her breath and dig her claws into the seat. It was hardly a half an hour drive from her place but signals and traffic translated to an hour. An hour of pure agony, and pain. No where to hide, no chance to cross your legs and no question about grabbing your thing.

"God I hope I can hold it all night!" Ronnie murmured to himself. It caught her attention but didn't say anything. Soon they were in the club. Ronnie needed help to decorate the place , which meant climbing on a ladder and that too while in stilettos and staying still while doing the needful. Ronnie

was polite enough to offer her beers after beers to her. After one or two she knew that she didn't have anymore space left inside her bladder. She walked with her body slightly bent forward and her movements had become very stiff. She didn't leave any chance to give her pussy a quick squeeze everytime he went inside to fetch something or was not looking.

It was now 6pm in the evening and the hostess Audrey  arrived in a wonder woman costume. It was so skimpy and so tight that even Kelly felt puny. Audrey looked flustered and Kelly who practically was holding her bursting bladder ever since she attended puberty could immediately read the signs - Audrey was BURSTING! All the other girls had started coming as well but no body was as desperate as Kelly who had been suppressing a pee worth 12 hours and drinks amounting to nearly 3 litres. On top of that she had to serve beers to every body through out the evening and pour it in glasses for them, flirt with them, click photos for them and what not! The poor girl just HAD to pee. All her friends were worried for her - they had never seen her fidget so openly inside the counter. One of them asked her if she would like to have a break and sneak behind the back door alley.

"In the middle of the alley with my naked bum . . no way. I will endure!

Just when she said that Audrey called her. She had some of her friends with her. 3 of were clearly in trouble. Kelly was shaky. Her legs could not be held apart by her. With great courage she went to Audrey's table and started pouring beer for their drinking contest. Merely seeing the froth of the beer and its color, she was going frenzy. To make her situation worse she was standing right in front of the AC with its full blast on her body. The skimpy dress did little to her comfort. Audre was so hooked to Kelly's wiggling ass that she went and hiked her skirt up to have a look at her tight green thong and taunted that they would turn darker in a while.

It was 100 % true as by then , Kelly had reached her limits. All the water, beer, juice that she had been drinking all day was residing in her tiny bladder. The volume was too mcuh for her bladder which could expand to 1.6 liter at max. Today it was subjected to more than 3 litres.

"Shit shit shit ! I am so so-sorry! I will be right back Ma'am" the waitress kept the barrel on the table and turned to leave. Just then Audrey got hold of her hands!  She threatened to make a complain to the owner which would mean losing her job as well as her repute in front of her crush - Ronnie! Kelly kept on trying to convince Audrey to let go but in vain. 

As they continued the clock struck midnight and the DJ began with the jam. It was so loud and sudden that Kelly got startled and in no time, her muscles failed. All the pent up pee that she had been compressing all day came out like a gusher for minutes on end. The puddle was huge but the relief was orgasmic. Only after the accident did Audrey let her go.
Her bladder got better of her will. She was helpless and walked out of the club to find herself a nearby public toilet to clean herself. On her way she greeted Aletta and Rex.

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Epilogue " 

She was angry and yet happy , contended yet at unrest. She realized that she could
push her bladder harder if situation demands. So now she was going to train harder than before and defeat Audrey some day to avenge her insults and arrogance. To begin with she now got herself just a sponge to help her relieve herself , which meant lesser peeing and more holding till the sponge dried.

THE END!