This is a first ever guest post and is written by the very creative and very talented - holditin from holdingit.minuteboard.com.
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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…
To know what happened thereafter check this blog out : https://life-without-toilets.blogspot.in/2017/02/my-superwife-how-we-met.html
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