My Superwife - Transforming the City!

Early in the afternoon, I got a text from Giz. She invited me and Aletta to come over to Coolniceguy's place for a small get-together party. Nothing fancy but just beer and dinner. I thought nothing more of it and I took Aletta (AJ1) to the party. My jaws dropped when my eyes caught her sight as she hobbled in baby steps towards my Mustang. I wonder how she had squeezed herself in that tight rubber mini - possibly the smallest size that could ever be made. So tight that her abdomen remained flat even when breathed. The rubber undie that she had put on sat right over the apex of her bladder. She would be in great trouble if she wouldn't keep a check the amount of beer she would be drinking. And those heels were something! They could puncture a metal bar - imagine how pointy and high they were. She looked absolutely ravishing. My hard on never went down ever since I picked her up since the evening.

Her long legs were crossed in a relaxed manner and she adorned a beautiful smile and kept blushing while talking to me - probably remembering the incident early in the morning. All of that suggested that she was empty and probably had taken a relief just before coming with me. Me on the other hand was already brewing a gusher and was attempting another 36 hour hold. With 6 hours of pee sloshing inside me and a liter of water already down I knew it was going to be a long night of desperation.

Soon we reached his place. We both knew Audrey (AJ2) and Coolniceguy were a couple and had been guessing they were going to announce their engagement plans in the evening. When Aletta knocked the door and it opened - she almost froze. I followed her and was wondering why she didn't enter inside.

"Look at you! You look stunning Aletta!" The lady inside greeted. She was a goddess. Beautiful face, huge boobs squished in a tiny shirt, a wasp thin waist clamped down by a tight pencil skirt. And a pout which could give Aletta a run for her money. 

"Hello Ma'am, I. . I am surprised to see you here." Aletta fumbled in front of the lady.

"Oh Aletta, don't be so nervous. C'mon in!" The lady hugged Aletta and took her in.

Upon inquiring further I learnt she was the Vice-president of BladderRox.

"Her name is Nicolette she is the Vice-president of BladderRox and trust me this lady is known to skip the few and far breaks that the board grants to her." Aletta explained with a whisper.

"What do you mean the board?"

"The Board of Directors at BladdeRox. Nobody knows who they are but they have the sole control of the Vice-president and the president's bladder and dictate her how much to drink and when to pee. Its generally 1-2 days interval between each break and 2-3 days when things get critical." The fact that she never used a toilet piqued my interest. However there was a golf ball sized patch on her tight skirt. Which meant that she was already holding a tremendous amount of pee and her stiff body posture added to my doubts. Aletta walked up to her and said something in her ears.

"Ma'am you have a. . umm. . .wet spot on the back of your skirt. . "

"What ! Really!" Nicolette was shocked . She immediately dragged us to the bathroom to help her examine the damage. Aletta clicked a photo of hers and showed it to her. 

"Dang! The diuretics are really hitting me strong!" Nicolette murmured.

"Ma'am . . .I don't know if I should ask this. . ."

"Tell me Aletta, what is it?" Nicolette asked still examining the damage behind her skirt.

"Are you holding a lot?"

"Nothing is a LOT for me Aletta" Laughed Nicolette. "But if you must know, I skipped my last break even when I am required to take 2 Class 8 diuretics daily as mandated by the board and 1 is still due at dinner. Drank nearly a gallon of water over the day and I have no idea how many beers I have consumed. Now with this leakage of mine I am already in a great pickle." She explained with a sigh and pulled the zip of her skirt down exposing her tiny thong now glistening with her unladylike leak. Her expressions were of a worried one now.

"That's just so unacceptable." Nicolette cursed herself. On the other hand Aletta was stupefied. She had never seen such a bulge before. Neither Audrey's, Julia's , Sophie's or Giz's. Yet Nicolette remain composed as ever.

"When is your next break scheduled Ma'am?" Aletta found herself asking.

"Tomorrow morning. Generally if anyone skips the bathroom breaks or misses it they have to hold for an additional 12 hours before they can pee. . .Not that I can't hold it till then but. . " Nicolette bit her lip as she pulled the zip of her tight dress back. I don't know what her dress was made up of but as the zip rose further her melon sized bulge disappeared in no time. Soon we all came out. Nicolette seemed to be a bit worried.

 Aletta confided. Her eyes were still twinkling in wonder.

As we marvelled at Nicolette and imagined my Aletta becoming stronger than Nicolette one day we were greeted by the host and then the rest of the guests! Coolniceguy came and gave me a bear hug and hand kissed Aletta (AJ1). Soon Audrey (AJ2) appeared from behind, trying to hide the discomfort of containing her massive boobs in that little red latex number and the bladder which was at the verge of tearing apart. It looked as if she was vacuum sealed inside it. It never ceases to amuse me how girls keep squeezing themselves in such unforgiving outfits.

"You never looked so . . .flat. . .ever" I teased Audrey sportingly.

"Oh! I know what you are hinting at but no. I am a lady that is not bothered even by her 2 and a half days full bladder. This dress has an inbuilt corset to flatten my obscene bulge" Fashion before comfort you know" Audrey smiled boldly but it was somehow not convincing enough It was as if she was forcing herself to act normally. "No one can defeat me Rex... And I am pretty sure Giz must have had wet herself by then already" That was Audrey at her arrogant best. But it was clear that her bladder was going to out do her will power sooner or later

Then Audrey turned to Aletta.

"Hey Aletta, welcome to the party! " She sneaked close to her and whispered in her ear. "No hard feelings about last night . . Just rock hard bladders! Hope you have emptied yourself before coming" She then strutted off to the kitchen to bring some more beer. She was trying her absolute best to maintain the fine line of balance between her devastatingly full bladder and the ruthlessly high heels.

Aletta clung to me and frustration was already evident on her face. In fact her eyes were brimming with tears. I pacified her with a peck to which she instantly melted in my arms much to the annoyance of Audrey.

"Please don't mind her words. . .I have seen her struggle all afternoon - from pee dancing to sitting on her heels to control her needs. She is having a really tough time holding it - she is just trying to act normally and promised me that she won't take those heels off till she sees Giz lose" Coolniceguy whispered in my ear.

"Bet you enjoy it"

"Hell yeah! I am proud of her!"

A while later there was a knock at the door. It was Giz. She had arrived late but we were all astonished when we cast our eyes on her. She was looked gorgeous, dressed in a tight evening dress. No wonder she was having a hard time keeping her boobs under the wraps. She was shining with sweat and trembling-  almost holding her breath when she smiled. Why so - that girl had not given up on her hold and had kept herself corked up. One could see all the contortions on her face when she had to clench her muscles harder to prevent an outburst. All her thighs and calves looked as if she just had an extreme workout. They were tensed and we all knew where all her forces were directed to.

"W-Why are you all so surprised to see me?" Giz asked staring directly into Audrey's eyes. "P- perhaps you all thought I would have pissed myself off like a little girl. In your dreams . . not a drop escapes"

Giz pushed Audrey aside and entered the room. Aletta received a tight hug from Giz, so tight that Aletta could feel the huge bulge of hers getting squeezed to an inch. Giz's expression were tensed, sweat dripped from her forehead, her cleavage, her back and everywhere but she strongly resisted the urge to grab her pussy.

"How are you still holding it in?" Aletta asked astonished. "In the morning, yes, I know I had a moment of weakness seeing you lose your water but that was it. I went inside my bedroom. . .and . . ." Giz paused for a brief second, may be trying to absorb the impact of a strong wave of desperation. "It should suffice for you to know that I regained my control" And she swiftly grabbed a can of beer kept on the table nearby and started chugging it down.

"We are just waiting for the main guest of the evening?" Nicolette announced.

"Who would that be?" Aletta wondered.

"You will come to know in a while. . .Lets just say she is someone who can uproot all the weak bladdered girls from the city" Audrey smirked

"Perhaps you will be first one to get rooted out then Audrey!" Giz snarled at her.

"Or perhaps , you will drown in your own pee when you lose your stream" Audrey snapped back.

"At least you know I am holding sooooo much that I can drown in it. .bitch!"

Soon a car pulled over. It seemed to start and stop as the driver tried to park it. And after a moment a lady stepped out of the car. Dressed in an extremely short black dress. Ravishing figure and sky scrapper heels but frantic for a pee. Why I say so - because she nearly squat down and grabbed her crotch as she closed the door of her car. She stayed there for a moment and then all of a sudden she stood up as if nothing happened. We could see from afar how big her bulge was. Probably the same size like Nicolette.

When we could finally see her we were dumbfounded. She was the mayor of our city. Miss Ava. She had been cast in various magazines cover page as well as center folds with the title sexiest mayor of the world. No wonder.

She strutted towards the door and Nicolette hurried to open it for her even before the door bell rang.

"What in the name of earth is going on?" I asked Giz.

"You will soon know. . ." Giz answered looking excited.

Nicolette escorted the mayor inside. She look gorgeous and she was such an expert at hiding her needs. Just a few minutes ago we saw her struggling as if she would release a gusher and now she is not even showing subtle - unconscious  - involuntary signs of needing a pee. The bulge was still intact though. Unlike Nicolette who had her bulge severely compressed beneath that tight skirt of hers. But she was showing signs of needing it, like occasionally biting her lips, gulping down her throat and dapping the sweat off her brows when no body was looking. Giz and Audrey were an altogether different story. They were FRANTIC.

Ava cast a glance on all of us as we introduced ourselves. 

"Nicolette , didn't I make it clear I wanted the best bladders of the city?" Ava questioned sternly.

"They are! Believe me!" Nicolette started. "Coolniceguy is a close friend of mine. His girlfriend and his other close friend both are very good at holding it. Thus on my insistence he invited them over here for dinner. In fact even he is very adept at holding it. A feat very few men can do"

The situation was now becoming clear.

"And what about them?" Ava asked pointing at me and Aletta who stood nervously.

"They were invited by Giz. He is Rex and she is Aletta. Aren't they a wonderful couple. . ." Nicolette promptly answered.

"He is holding on a bit. May be a piss worth 9 hours or so." Ava was so acute. "Aletta, your girl though is barely holding on. May be just a can of beer. She is empty." 

"Can you r-read anyone's bladder just by looking at them?" Audrey asked intriguingly. 

"Yes my dear. And you better focus on keeping your muscles shut. They are out of their reserves of strength to hold 63 hours of pee now." Ava observed. Audrey obviously felt very insulted.

"They can hold a lot more than you think. At least I am not squatting on the ground like you did while you were getting out of the car Mayor!" She sarcastically emphasized the word mayor.

"Ah! Yes every woman has her moment of weakness. I had mine too when I was getting out of the car. No one is immune to the call of nature but we can surely suppress it and move on. You on the other hand are having bouts of what I call this piss-rage. It happens with a lot of girls when they are hanging on by a thread and someone points the truth about them nearing an accident" Ava laughed her off turning towards Giz "This girl is no better. She is holding on a lot - same duration as Audrey - 63 hours. "

Giz didn't say anything but marvelled at Ava. In fact we all were astonished. We had never met anyone like her before,

"So why did you want to have the best bladders of the city to be invited together?" I asked.

"No, you all are nowhere even close to being the best. Unless you prove otherwise."

"And how do you propose we do that? And why should we do that?"Coolniceguy interrupted

"Now we are talking." Ava sat down casually crossing her legs.

"I am the current president at Bladder-Rox and has full authority over Nicolette's bladder. I decide how much she should drink , at what time of the day, how many diuretics, what class of diuretics and what to wear. I generally allow her to relieve herself once in every 60 hours, which is by far very tough with Class 7 diuretics daily with a gallon of water intake. She however chose to disobey me by skipping her pee at 60th hour and ingested Class 8 diuretics this time, which is only designated to be consumed by the president only. Nicolette , just like Audrey and Giz is holding 63 hours worth of pee, except that she is having a lot more in her bladder than you two. I have something in store for her though " 

I could see the horror in Nicolette's face. She knew what was coming for her.

"But the main motto of needing big bladders from the city here is a secret dream project that I had been pursuing since my teenage days. To make the women of my state free from their bladder slavery. So I appealed to the governor and sought her permission to demonstrate that even the commonest of common girls in the city are comfortable putting off their bathroom breaks and can manage without a pee for days on end. Then I went on to the most elite women in our city - the models, the actresses, the athletes, and all the famous ladies in the society - and asked them about this. They were all doing away throughout the day holding their pees anyhow - either deliberately or involuntarily. So they didn't have any problems with my idea. In fact they have volunteered for my idea. "

" But what exactly is your idea? " We all asked unanimously.

"To make this city free from toilets - by demolishing all of them - so that the women can focus on what is essential rather than wasting their time in the bathroom."

"But do you really think the women in the city can cope with it ?"

"My family had founded this all women city. And they restricted the number of toilets to minimum, yet the city flourished. Believe me this city has some of the biggest bladders in the world and cope with some additional pressure. It won't be long before they adapt holding it as a lifestyle. . Perhaps the men will be rooted out. However I am willing to let Rex and Coolniceguy stay in this city if they can prove their mettle to hold it as long as the women do . So you all have to do as I say. . ."

Ava popped a small bottle of pills. 

"This is a Class 10 diuretic - the most powerful Bladder-Rox has ever made. Diura beer is like a tiny drop and this is like a lake. You all gonna pop up a pill and show me that you can wait till the midnight. Which is just 3 hours from now if you want to be a part of this project." The girls were already having mini orgasms thinking about a toilet-less city and in fact they thought they can even hold their pees till the morning. Except Aletta who was terrified to try on such a powerful diuretic. Will we all be able to hold it in. . .or. . . 

To be continued. . 

Damsel in Distress - Giz

This is a first ever guest post and is written by the very creative and very talented - holditin from holdingit.minuteboard.com. 

He's also active on deviantart : https://thatcoolguy11.deviantart.com/gallery/

This story begins the day before Rex met Aletta.

Giz awoke at 8 am with her bladder busting at the seams.  She was nearly beyond desperate, yet she tried to lay in bed and control herself.  After all, she had been building up to this moment for quite some time, so she wanted to make sure everything went according to plan.  Giz’s fierce rival, Audrey, had been posting on social media for weeks about a Bladder Buster event for Valentine’s Day and had invited many people.  Giz had not received a proper invitation, but she knew of the event from seeing how many of her friends and acquaintances were attending, and over the last few weeks Giz had been getting more and more determined thinking about it.  Audrey wanted to test her bladder’s limits against everyone she knew, and yet she didn’t invite the one girl who could give her a run for her money – Giz herself!  Giz had vowed when she saw Audrey’s posts about the Bladder Buster event that she would be the one to crash the party and outhold the famed Audrey.  Though deep down Giz knew it wasn’t true, in her mind she tried to convince herself that the reason Audrey didn’t invite her was because she was afraid of Giz’s holding prowess.  In fact the reality was quite the opposite.  Though the two women were bitter rivals when it came to containing mammoth loads of pee, Giz had yet never been able to defeat Audrey in a single holding contest.  When both women were bursting and bloated with pee, no matter what the circumstances, Audrey would somehow manage to outwait Giz despite her best efforts and still brag to her and hold longer after Giz had gone and peed in disgrace.  After their last contest some months ago, where Giz had held in her piss nearly until she felt half-dead with the pain and still could not quite topple Audrey’s sturdy iron piss tank, Giz had resolved not to challenge Audrey again until she had trained herself to the point of total bladder control. 

While Giz had not yet reached the level of capacity that she desired, Audrey’s Bladder Buster event was something that she could not pass up in good conscience.  In the last few weeks Giz had constantly been setting and re-setting personal records for herself, and she hoped it would be enough to overcome Audrey’s ridiculous capacity.  Giz knew in the back of her mind that Audrey was sure to be training herself with insanely hard holds as well, but on the outside Giz refused to admit that Audrey could defeat her again.  Giz had even taken vacation from her place of work this week in order to have as much time as possible to prepare for this new holding challenge. 

And so at 9 am Giz decided to put her plan into action.  She had partied hard the night before, and that while holding onto a 24 hour bladder, so by now her bladder was screaming at her for making it contain a load of over 30 hours.  Giz had two motives going into this Bladder Buster event.  She wanted to make sure she was not at the end of her rope and ready to blow when she got there, but she also wanted to be holding an enormous load in her bladder to show her superiority to Audrey.  So she decided to take a full morning piss at 9 am, then stretch her bladder back out with some beers and piss again at noon to get herself comfortable.  Then she’d be holding over 30 hours by the time the event came around.  This would be manageable for her, though of course she’d be desperate, but Giz was sure that Audrey would be doing a hold of similar length coming into the event, and Giz refused to be outdone by her competitor. 

After a waterfall of piss lasting over 5 minutes left Giz’s aching bladder at 9 am, she began to enact phase one of her plan.  She went to her fridge and took out some Diura beer, which was well known as being a class six diuretic.  Giz drank down 3 cans in short order, doing her best to stretch out her bladder in the three hours she had before her final pee.  She relaxed around her apartment while having breakfast, and then at 11 am drank a fourth can of Diura beer.  This new beer was combining with the remnants of what she’d drank the previous night, and as a result her bladder was being pumped full even after only a couple of hours.  By noon Giz clearly needed a pee.  She was not going out of her mind with desperation, but she was definitely bursting pretty badly and was looking forward to the relief.  Quickly, she sped to her toilet and got ready to seat herself on the bowl, but then Giz noticed something.  The water level in the toilet seemed to be higher than the norm.  Curious, Giz flushed the toilet once, and as a result the water in the bowl rose nearly to the point of overflow.  There was a clog in the plumbing!  Giz nearly wept at this news, but she knew that the toilet was now off-limits to someone as disciplined as herself. She walked out of the bathroom, doubt forming in her mind, as well as sadness.  Part of her wanted to stay home for the next few days and give up this dream of outholding Audrey at her Bladder Buster Valentine’s event.  Then another part of Giz took over.  She stopped, steeled herself, and decided that a true bladder queen would not think like this.  A true bladder queen would take this opportunity to outhold Audrey even after her plans made things even more difficult for herself.  Giz started fantasizing about how proud she would be to outhold Audrey even with these setbacks, and she decided that she would do just that.  Ignoring her bladder’s increasingly shrill cries, Giz grabbed herself a bottle of water to sip on while she prepared her lunch.

Giz spent her afternoon trying not to jostle her bladder too much, because she knew she had a long hold still ahead of her.  She found herself texting her good friend Aletta on and off throughout the day.  Aletta was complaining as always about her comparatively small bladder, and Giz was getting more and more annoyed about it.  The girl needed to learn control, and Giz had been trying for years to instill that in Aletta.  Though Aletta’s mindset could be very good and disciplined at times, her bladder capacity was still woeful when put against Giz’s monstrous urinary container, so Giz had taken it upon herself to train Aletta as best as she could.  On a whim, Giz invited Aletta to come with her the following evening to Audrey’s Bladder Buster event.  ‘One night without peeing – I am sure you can do it and get some positive results!’ Giz texted her friend.  Aletta’s reply was interesting – she was open to attempting such a hold in public, but she had no date and didn’t want to go to a party without a man by her side.  Giz rolled her eyes, but then she thought about it and realized she knew just the man for Aletta.  Giz’s friend Rex was a good guy who was also crazy about keeping himself controlled and not peeing when he could help it, though Giz inwardly believed her own capacity to be better than Rex’s.  Still, a boyfriend with that mindset would only be good for Aletta, so Giz suggested setting her up with Rex, and after a few minutes Aletta’s text came in.  Giz read it and saw that Aletta had agreed, though she was nervous.  Giz reassured her and made plans to have them all meet up at her place the following evening.  She then texted Rex and told him she had a surprise for him.  Rex texted back with his interest piqued, so Giz revealed that she had set him up with a beautiful girl, and better yet a beautiful girl who needed some bladder training.  Rex replied back enthusiastically and thanked Giz time after time for this.  Giz smiled – what a good deed she had done for her two close friends!

Dinnertime was at hand, and Giz knew that she had to take advantage of the time she had before her bladder began to get out of hand.  Already it was large and throbbing from the diuretic beers, plus the waters Giz had drank throughout the day, she knew she could control it for more time.  And so she decided to go out to eat and hold her load in public.  Giz took a taxi to a nearby restaurant and was shown a seat near the restrooms.  It was a temptation, but Giz was determined to see her hold through to the bitter end.  Giz even decided upon a fun game to play with her own bladder during the meal – every time a woman in the restaurant visited the restroom, Giz would take a long sip from her iced tea.  Two hours and three iced teas later, Giz realized this might not have been the best plan.  Silently she cursed the weak bladders of all the women around her.  Her own bladder was by now painful and begging for a release, but Giz imagined Audrey’s smug face and redoubled her efforts to contain herself.  She was seated rigidly and was clearly tense as her waiter brought her the check, and the waiter couldn’t help but notice her predicament and pointed out the women’s room to her.  “I am strong enough that I don’t need that!” Giz snapped at him.  The ache in her full bladder was not helping her mood in the slightest. 

Giz returned home, also snapping at the taxi driver when he noticed her crossed legs and offered to stop so she could get a relief, and finally allowed herself to squirm around once she got inside, 12 hours of diuretic-laced piss bearing down on her aching sphincter muscle.  She had filled up much more than anticipated over the day, to the point that Giz could remember only a few times in her life when she’d been fuller.  All of those times, coincidentally, were during holding contests with Audrey.  “I’ll beat that bitch this time…” Giz muttered quietly.  She stripped down to just her latex underthings, which showed off her busty proportions, and slipped into bed.  It took her a while to fall asleep, because she spent the night only thinking of her burning passion to defeat Audrey once and for all.

Giz woke up the next morning with a smile on her face – one that couldn’t be removed even by the new pent-up pressure in her bulging bladder.  She had dreamt that Audrey was standing before her, defeated, piss streaming down her legs, while Giz laughed and contained her even larger bladder without a second thought.  ‘Perhaps I am unbeatable!  It has to be a sign!’ Giz thought to herself, and before reason could prevail, she was out of bed and drinking another Diura beer.  Her bladder of steel, now 24 hours full, immediately protested and contracted hard enough to almost force a leak.  Giz’s hands flew to her crotch and she prevented even the shallowest of outbursts, but even this would not break her resolve.  After straightening up, Giz chugged down the rest of the Diura beer she had started.  “Audrey’s gonna freak when she sees how full I’ve kept my bladder…” Giz muttered. 

Giz managed to get through the morning without anymore near accidents, though her stretched bladder was showing signs of cracking.  The dam may not have burst yet, but yellow water was certainly lapping at the gates.  Around midday Giz made a startling discovery.  She was rereading all of Audrey’s braggadocious social media posts about the Bladder Buster event to psyche herself up to hold longer and longer, when she saw that Audrey had posted a new one just last night.  Giz read it and reacted with near horror – not only was it a Bladder Buster event, but it was also a costume party!  And Giz had no costume!  She knew if she showed her face in a normal dress or even in just latex that she would be laughed out of the place, regardless of her newfound bladder capacity.  But her creaking bladder was in such a state that she did not want to go back into public until the night.  Giz nearly gave up, her mind overrun with thoughts of Audrey’s superiority.  But then, with willpower Giz didn’t know she had, she decided to stay firm.  She would hold, and she would go out and buy a costume, and she would do it all with her bladder unrelieved.  She was a bladder queen, after all, and she could hold it.  Giz also knew that Audrey wouldn’t think twice before putting herself into such a predicament, and Giz could not let Audrey get the better of her, even in a hypothetical situation like this.

With a crazy look in her eye, Giz drank down one more Diura beer before leaving her apartment.  She was determined to push her limits, one way or another.  As luck would have it, there was a costume shop just two blocks away, so Giz decided to walk there.  After one block she realized that perhaps she shouldn’t have picked such high heels to walk on, as she was putting almost as much effort into balance as she was into keeping her hurting bladder from flooding the town.  Her boobs were also almost popping out of her latex catsuit, but Giz steeled herself and continued on.  By the time she reached the shop Giz could not stay still.  She was nearly pee dancing around the shop, her 28 hours of pee pressing down hard on her sphincter and begging for release.  Giz found a female associate to help her find the perfect outfit, and the girl noticed immediately what Giz’s problem was.  “Do you need me to show you the bathrooms?” the girl asked.  Giz shook her head, still squirming frantically as she looked through the costumes.  “I agree, controlling yourself is better.  I’ve also been doing that for the last 20 hours…” the sales girl said, and that was when Giz noticed that she was dripping in sweat and trying not to pee dance in step with Giz.  With a hurculean effort, Giz straightened up, ignoring the way this tripled the pressure in her bulging urine tank.  The sales girl had given her new strength.  ‘If this girl can hold nearly a full day and still work and act normally, I can also hold even longer and not give in,’ Giz told herself.  “20 hours is good, but try to last the whole rest of the day like I intend to.  You still need to work on your control,” Giz told the girl, bragging to increase her own pride in her capacity.  “Oh God, that will be tough but I will try!!” the sales girl exclaimed, bending over as a wave of urgency overcame her. 

Finally Giz happened upon a Powergirl outfit that would be just perfect for her.  The sales girl told her dejectedly that it was only available in a size smaller than Giz’s, but Giz decided to buy it anyway.  The tighter the better!  The sales girl wanted her to try it on first to be sure, but Giz refused this.  She knew that with how massively her bladder was bulging out, once she got the suit on it would be nearly impossible to remove, and she didn’t feel like spending the whole afternoon being Powergirl.  Giz nearly paid and left, but then she remembered that Aletta and Rex were coming over.  She had invited them to a costume party without letting them know they needed costumes, so it was only fair that she bought them some costumes.  Giz tapped her feet in desperation as she pored through the costumes (all the while her piss threatened to pour out of her), but after another hour she settled on a Jessica Rabbit costume for Aletta, to show off her crazy figure, and a Batman costume for the heroic Rex.  Giz paid, and before leaving she told the sales girl, “I am not going to go right home to take a pee.  Rather, I am going to go out and eat and drink something.  Maybe I can fill up my bladder, which is still far from needing any relief.”  The sales girl nodded with a look of admiration that nearly made Giz blush, but she just nodded back, gave a curt wave, and walked out of the store with her purchases.

As soon as she was passed the window of the shop, Giz turned into an alley and clutched herself desperately between her legs.  “Ohhhhhh how I needed that!” she couldn’t help but yell.  Her bladder had been rebelling for the entire time in the shop, but Giz knew she needed to keep up appearances and hold strongly.  She almost started walking home, but then recalled that she’d told the sales girl she would eat at a restaurant first, and Giz decided that a true bladder queen would keep that promise.  With slow, halting steps, Giz walked a few blocks to the nearest place to sit and eat.  This time, Giz specifically asked to be seated near the restrooms, and she played the same game as the previous night, taking a long sip of her ice water every time a woman went to the restroom.  Her legs were bouncing the entire time and her bladder continued to bloat out further and further, and she ended up drinking four large glasses of ice water before leaving to return home.  Giz could barely stand to walk the few blocks back to her apartment, but she forced herself to do it, even with her bladder demanding her to empty it. 

Giz got inside and immediately had to hold herself again, stopping a spurt from exiting her urethra by only the slimmest of margins.  As the wave of urgency continued to build, Giz nearly broke and began hobbling to the bathroom.  Then she remembered – the toilet was still clogged.  It could not be used even if she wanted to.  Giz had no choice but to hold longer.  She would have to come up with a solution for that problem eventually, but for now her mind was consumed only with thoughts of holding in her bursting piss and showing up that bitch Audrey.  As Giz’s number of hours held climbed perilously into the 30s, her legs began to quake.  This hold was on the verge of surpassing all her previous limits.  Sure, she had held for this long before, but never with so much Diura beer.  Giz desperately wanted to believe that she was even holding more right now than the iron-bladdered Audrey, though deep down she knew that probably wasn’t the case.  Still, Giz refused to leak and refused to give in to the strong nature’s call she was feeling.  Her bladder was like a rock, the piss ready to erupt from her at any moment.  Giz could feel her control slowly slipping away, even as she squeezed her sphincter harder and harder still.  In defiance, Giz pictured Audrey’s cocky smirk one more time and yelled out.  She removed her hands from her vagina, holding with only her muscles, and forced herself to walk with normal steps to the kitchen.  One more Diura beer was opened, and one more Diura beer was poured into Giz’s mouth to add to her bladder’s already-unbearable load.  The beer emptied, Giz nearly sank to her knees from bladder agony, but she stayed upright by the slimmest of margins and continued to think only of defeating Audrey.  Suddenly there was a knock on the door.  Giz had been so desperate since returning home that she had not been keeping track of the time.  It was already 9 pm, and surely that was either Aletta or Rex outside her door, ready to attend Audrey’s Valentine’s Day Bladder Buster party!  With sweat dripping down her face, Giz promised herself that she would act normally and without showing how incredibly badly she needed to release all of her 36 hours of pent-up piss, and she walked with slow steps to the door…

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